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“Wh-where am I?” I moaned groggily as I woke up in a room that was not the one I fell asleep in. It was…my daughter’s room? I looked down and saw I was in more than my daughter’s room: I was in her body! And her body was wearing nothing but the pink panties she had bought when we went shopping earlier in the week. I closed my eyes quickly, not wanting to see any more of my daughter’s nude body, even though it was hard to resist looking at the perky breasts that were now attached just below my eyes. It felt great to have boobs that didn’t weigh me down. Boobs that all the boys would stare at not because they were big, but because they were sexy.
Before I knew it, my hands were on those boobs, and my eyes were wide open…


“I can’t believe it worked!” I whispered with glee as I woke up in my mother’s room, and more importantly, in my mother’s body! I wasted no time pulling her nightie up over her large boobs. They were a bit heavier than I expected, but I loved feeling their weight pressing down on me as I laid facing the ceiling. I reached up, and took one of her tits in my hand. They were so sensitive too! I knew being pregnant and making milk changed a woman’s boobs, but I was 19! I haven’t been a baby for a long time, and I’m pretty sure her tits weren’t this sensitive when she was my age!
I didn’t wait long to investigate the other part of her body crucial in bring me into the world. I reached down her panties, and squealed as I slipped inside. Playing with my body felt good, but this felt great!
I hope Mom’s having as much fun as I am!

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 2

“Unless…” she said, her voice trailing off. “Here, take this stone,” she said, taking from her pocket and handing to me a small rock. I looked at her skeptically. She continued.
“Now, wish for our breasts to be exchanged!” she seemed so excited by this, so I humored her. I made the wish, and contrary to my expectations, something happened.
My chest started feeling really warm and…constricted. As if somebody had just dropped a huge weight on top of me. My t-shirt began to feel tight, and my bra straps were cutting into my shoulders.
“Wha-what’s happening?” I said to the black-haired woman. She didn’t respond, but I heard a snap come from below my shirt. My bra was broken.
I looked down, and saw things I had only dreamed of resting on my chest:
Actual boobs! No…tits! Tits that were stretching my shirt almost to the breaking point. Tits! On my chest! I think they’re even bigger than Mom’s!
I looked up at the strange woman, and saw something very different on her chest: she had become almost completely flat-chested! In fact, her shirt was so low cut, and there was much less inside it now, that I could clearly see both her small hard nipples through the neck hole.
“That was amazing!” I shouted, grabbing at my new fleshy mounds.
“You’re telling me,” she said with relief. “Now I don’t have to carry those things around any more.” She grabbed at her own chest. “They won’t be calling THESE ‘Huge Hilary’s heavy hangers’. I’ll have them all to myself now!”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I excused myself and ran back home, a feat made much more difficult by my new assets flopping around unrestrained by my now useless bra. I’d have to see if one of Mom’s fit when I got home.
I got home and closed the door behind me, calling out to my mother as I did so. No response. She must not be home. I ran upstairs, shouting a “calm down girls!” (I can actually call them “the girls” now!) to my chest as I did so. I entered her room, and went straight for her underwear drawer. I picked out her biggest maternity bra, and after removing my shirt and ruined bra, I tried hers on.
It didn’t fit. My new titflesh was bursting out the top and sides, and probably a little bit was sneaking out of the bottom. This is the bra she wore when her breasts were at their fullest, and it couldn’t even hold my non-pregnant jugs.
“I can’t wait to show Mom!” I said, squeezing my huge breasts in the large bra. With perfect timing, I heard the door downstairs open. I bounded down the steps, my boobs slightly more restrained now, but they still wobbled all over the place in my hurry.
“Look Mom! I shouted at her. “My tits are even bigger than yours now!” I flexed, and tore the backstrap of the bra, setting my new girls free. My mother just stared with her mouth wide open. I couldn’t wait to explain this one…

Where I Got Them

I laid in my bed, having just come in from the pool. I hadn’t bothered to change out of my bikini: it was a hot day and this was more comfortable. I held the stupid “magic” stone in my hand. Some strange old woman had given it to me on the street the other day, claiming it could grant any wish I wanted. I knew there was no such thing as magic, but not wanting to be rude I took it anyway. And now I was laying in my bed with it in my hand.
I held it close to my stomach, just barely able to see it over my breasts. “I wonder if Mom’s boobs were as great as mine before she got the reduction,” I thought aloud in a whisper. I wasn’t sure why my mind had gone there; it’s not as though that was something I thought about often, but now I couldn’t stop thinking. So I made a wish, even though I knew it wouldn’t work. I wished to see Mom before she had gotten her breast reduction.
Suddenly I was outside, in my home town, but 24 years earlier: the year I was born. As amazed as I was that the stone actually worked, I quickly noticed it had left me in just my bikini. I shrugged: it was still a hot summer day, so I guess I won’t look too weird.
Then she walked past me. I could tell by her features that she had to be my mother, and my eyes were quickly drawn to her chest where-
“Holy shit! She’s even bigger than me!” I said, a bit louder than I had intended. She spun around and looked at me, her at least E-cup breasts held proudly on her chest.
“Yes, they are,” she said, looking at my C-cups. “Though if you knew what it was like lugging them around maybe you’d rethink your jealousy. Now why don’t you go put on some clothes: they may not be as big as mine, but the boys will still stare.”
“Oh, um,” I stammered. “My clothes were…stolen, while I was at the pool…” I knew it was a lie, and I wasn’t sure why I told it, but she bought it anyway.
“Yeah, that’s happened to me a few times too,” she sighed in disgust. “Here: I have some things that might fit you back in my car just around the block. I was supposed to be meeting my husband back at home for a date night, but I guess I can be a little late.”
She led me back to her car, the sun going down as she unlocked the door, reached in and handed me the clothes. I put them on, and they fit reasonably well. The shirt was a bit baggy, as I expected, but so were her pants. I hadn’t even noticed her rockin’ hips and bubble butt until now. I definitely hadn’t inherited any of those.
“Oh, I’m definitely late now!” she shouted, looking at her watch. We had taken a slow walk to her car. “Sorry, but I have to run! See you around!” And with that she drove off.
“Sooner than you think,” I said, waving after her.
I went to the local gas station, so I could wait inside for my wish to wear off and send me back to my time. There was only one employee, and he was in the back, so I just sat in a corner by myself, waiting. I started to feel really hot all over. The AC was still on, as far as I could tell, and my clothes were definitely made for summer weather, but I felt like I was burning up. Then I started to feel sick. I ran into the ladies’ room, and bent over the sink. The sickness passed, but when I looked up, things had changed.
My hair was shorter. It had been shoulder length, but now it came barely to my cheek, and my bangs were even shorter. The blonde dye was gone as well, leaving it my natural brown. My features seemed somehow harder as well, and to my horror I thought I saw faint traces of stubble on my cheeks.
“Wh-what’s happening?” I managed through gasps. I stared at my reflection, watching as my shoulders broadened, and my curves began to fade. I pulled off my mother’s stank top, and say that my waist had lost it’s slimness. A little above that more noticeable changes had started to occur as well.
I had left my bikini top on under the top, to act as a bra. but now it’s cups seemed…more empty. I watched as it became more and more useless as my breasts shrank from Cs, to Bs, to As, to…
Nothing. My chest was now completely flat, my nipples had even shrunk down, and were now just small pink spots on my otherwise flat chest.
“Agh!” my deeper voice screamed, my hands moving instinctively to my groin, the source of the pain. I felt so much pressure inside my tight pants, and the pain was becoming unbearable. I managed to undo the zipper, and let my pants drop to the bathroom floor. Beneath my now-exposed bikini bottom, I saw three lumps forming, two on the bottom, one on the top. The bottom two swelled slightly before they seemed to pop out of my groin, but the top one kept growing larger and larger, until it started to peek out from the top of my bottom.
“No-no…” I said as I braced myself against the sink. I ripped my bikini bottom off, and my newly formed penis flopped out. My mouth hung wide in shock before I turned back to the mirror.
Everything about me seemed…mannish. My shorter hair, the stubble on my cheeks, my flat pecs and firm abdomen, and my…my dick. I reached down, about to touch my new appendage, when a bright light surrounded me, and when it had faded I was back in my own time.
My room looked different. The pastel colors had been changed with harsher tones. I opened my closet, and instead of seeing dresses, yoga pants, and tank tops, I saw regular t-shirts and jeans. I opened my underwear drawer, and instead of finding panties I saw a drawer full of boxers. I took a pair and slid them on, wanting to hide my new parts as much as possible before I went to lay down on my bed.
It didn’t take long for me to piece together what had happened. I had distracted my mother for too long, delaying her and my father’s date night, and as a result I had been born, but I had born a different gender.
I guess now I had inherited much less from my mother…

“Almost as Big” Epilogue 2

Tori and her mother sat on the edge of her bed, staring into the mirror and comparing their breast sizes.
“Look Mommy!” Tori shouted. “The baby made my boobies even bigger!” And she was right. Her tits had grown at least another cup size since her pregnancy, and by her mother’s strained smile it’s fairly obvious that hadn’t escaped her notice.
“That’s great,” her mother said. “And since the baby was adopted by that nice man and lady, I guess that means that those big titties are all mine!” She leaned over and groped Tori’s right tit, causing her to moan in pleasure. She’s going to be much more popular now…

Look at These!

“Ha!” My mom said to me as we stood in our bras in the living room (since it was just us two women living together, seeing each other with only our bras on wasn’t too unusual). “Look at these! You always loved being bigger than me, well now look who’s number one again!” I knew she had secretly been taking breast enhancement pills, but I really didn’t care. Yes, I had always found it funny that my boobs were so much bigger than my mother’s, but it wasn’t that big of a deal to me. She had hated it though.
I looked down at her new large knockers, her dark nipple showing through her stretched thin bra. “Oh yeah Mom, you really showed me,” I said unenthusiastically. She was going to learn pretty quickly that having breasts that big wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I know from experience, and I’m at least a cup size or two smaller than her!

Hard to Put a Good Book Down Part 5

Yupp, that was me and Jill (I’m on the right).
It had been twenty years since I had accidentally caused my best friend to unbirth me, and ten years since I had burned the spell book. I could have used it to make more transformations to my body: make me exactly how I wanted to look. But I didn’t want to risk things getting any worse. It was gone for good now.
However, the unbirthing spell had had some other side-effects. Our facial features had changed (mine more than hers) so that I looked like I was her daughter. My hair was now dark, and her face had rounded out, while mine became a bit sharper. On top of that I had inherited the bust the first spell had given her. The pregnancy had caused hers to grow past the D-cups it had initially given her, but I had surpassed even her new size. I can’t remember the last time I could call them “breasts”: anything less than “jugs” just seemed inappropriate now, and as you could tell we loved to let our girls breathe.
So there we sat on our blanket, her arm squishing into my tit while some drunk guys asked us to flash them. Jill was still cursed to be a bimbo, so at their request she jumped to her feet, her tits wobbling, barely contained by her bra, as she pulled me to my feet. My heavier, and more exposed, assets wobbling even more fiercely. She looked at me with a big grin on her face, and I nodded. We lifted our tops, our tits flopping out in unison while the guys cheered. Who knows, maybe if they were good they might even get a better look later tonight…

‘If it gets any worse’

The doctor had absolutely no explanation. Useless piece of shit. About 3 months ago my body started to go through some changes. I lost weight, my features softened and my muscles lost their definition. At 50 years old with a wife and daughter I didn’t like to take risks with my health so I went to my doctor immediately. He told me that nothing was wrong with me and simply to monitor ‘if it gets any worse’. Long story short…it got worse. My height started to slip, usually about 1-2 inches a day, this adds up and a week in I had dropped from 6′ 5″ to 5′ 7″. On the ninth day after my doctor visit my (standing at a puny 5′ 5″) I stood in front of my wife’s full length mirror (my head now had several inches before the top of the mirror even though I used to chuckle at how small it was) and felt the ear length blonde hair that had begun to spring from my bald head.
“Hey Daddy!”
I turn to the door, startled
“Oh, Candice, you scared me” I sigh
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to see how little you got today!” my 21 year old daughter says in ‘baby talk’
I look at her indignantly
“You know before soon I might be taller than you! You’ll hardly be the Daddy then will you?”
She ends with her head next to mine, still about 4 inches shorter. Read more

Andi’s Exciting Morning Part 2

It had been about a month since I had used my sister’s tits to give me my N-cup monsters, and somehow, they were still all I could think about. I woke up every morning and gave them a big squeeze (which was more like a hug with their size). I’d walk around topless most of the time, just to feel them sway. More than that though, I had become obsessed with making them larger. I had started purposefully gaining weight, just to make them a little big larger. It had worked a little, but not enough. All my new weight had gone mostly to other parts of my body. No, if I was going to make my girls any bigger, I would have to use a spell again.
All three of my sisters were now flat as boards. Molly still had the spell book, but she didn’t seem to have used it yet. There was still one more endowed member of my family however:
My mother. While my sisters may have had more to give me, Mom’s DD-cup breasts would give me enough to satiate my lust for a little while. But how to go about it? I’m sure Molly wouldn’t go for reading a spell to give me the boobs of our own mother, so I’d have to so it myself.
Zipping my tits uncomfortably into my sweatshirt I got in my car and headed off to Molly’s house. We were rather close, so I had a house key. When I got there I let myself in, having noticed both cars were gone, and nobody would be home.
I ran up the stairs, my breasts threatening to burst the zipper and free themselves. Finally I reached Molly’s room and got out the book. I flipped through the pages and found a spell that would work. I read the words, feeling the magic through my body, and shut the book, replacing it carefully where I had found it. I didn’t want my sister to suspect anything.
I got home and went into the kitchen to wait for my Mom. I unzipped my sweatshirt and let out a sigh as the pressure was released, one tit flopping out onto my stomach, the other slapping onto the counter.
It wasn’t long before she came into the room, having heard me come home.
“What’s going on sweetie? Where did you-” she started asking before catching a glimpse of my exposed breasts.
“Oh what does it matter?” I said coyly. “I’m home now!” And I ran up to give her a big hug, making sure my breasts touched the exposed part of hers.
“Andi!” she said. She was about a head shorter than me, so this hug was almost total boobage from her point of view. “Could you-oh!” It had begun. Her tits were shrinking rapidly, adding to mine through that simple contact. She tried to push herself away, but I only hugged more tightly, pulling the neckline on her shirt down slightly so I wouldn’t miss a single cup.
When it had finished I let her go. She stumbled backwards at the sudden release, and looked down, pulling the neckline of her shirt out. “What did you do?!” she shouted at me, still staring at her chest, which was now as flat as her other three daughters’.
“I just made some…enhancements,” I said, feeling the pleasant weight of my new S-cup tits, if that size even existed. If I wanted to, I could just tuck the ends into my pants they were so massive and hung so heavily.
“I’m sorry Mom,” I said. “But your breasts were just so great, I had to have them myself!” She just stared at me. A little over a month ago I had been the one who had almost no boobs, but now all three of my sisters and even my mother, had no tits at all.
I smirked at her dumbfounded expression. She was still so shocked at what had just transpired. “You might want to go talk with your daughters. They should be able to tell you how to adjust.” And with that final comment I walked back to my room, my tits moving extremely heavily across the whole front of my torso. And I loved every moment of it…