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I Don’t Know… – The Shrinkening

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It turns out my girlfriend was perfectly accepting of my new busty female form. Heck, sometimes I couldn’t pull her away! It turned out that not only was she bisexual, she happened to discover she was breast-obsessed, and her being equally busty meant was was in a tit-filled wonderland.
The Shrinkening changed all that.
It started with her. She lost her D-cup breasts in the span of an afternoon, leaving her totally flat-chested. But she didn’t mind TOO much, since she still had me. Well, she still had me for another day. The next morning I woke up, noticing my night shirt felt roomier than it had the night before. The reason for that was soon made very clear: I had become as flat as my girlfriend.
I was okay with it. Sure, I was upset that I had lost my favorite part of my new body, but I could live with it. My girlfriend, on the other hand, was less fine with our changes. She left me that day, claiming that while she could be with a woman, it would have to be one bustier than me.
From what the news reports said, she was going to be searching for quite a while.

Where I Got Them – The Shrinkening

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“No don’t come in!” I shouted, quickly clutching my towel to my rapidly shrinking bust, as I heard Alyssa (she refused to choose a male name to better suit her “new” features) turning the doorknob to the bathroom.
“But the baby’s hungry!” he whined. “And thanks to you I don’t even have the right parts to feed her.
“Ugh, fine, you can come in,” I said, dropping the towel to reveal my newly flattened chest, my nipples still dark and hard atop it. “But thanks to this whole Shrinkening thing, I don’t either…”

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 4

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I walked downstairs, my breasts already straining the bra I was wearing, which had fit almost perfectly a moment ago. If mine were already growing, then hers must be already shrinking. I entered the living room, and saw her panicking on the couch.
“What’s happening?!” she shouted at me, her eyes catching my growing bust, and mine staring at her rapidly shrinking one.
“I’m stealing your tits,” I said matter of factly. “Those huge boobs you’ve been so proud of, the ones I admired when I was your boyfriend, will soon be mine.” Her bra was already useless, I noticed just as mine snapped. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, but I had to control myself.
But I couldn’t. I came when her chest had shrunk to a large B-cup, and mine were already resting against my thick thighs. Our transfer stopped.
“Huh, lucky you,” I said sadly. “You get to keep some boob. I was going to leave you completely flat, but I guess this is fine. Come on, we’re going upstairs.”
I led her up into her room, were I had a pair of her panties, and one of my old bra sitting on her bed. “Put them on,” I said, and she obeyed. She removed her shirt, and now far too large bra, followed by her pants and the panties she was currently wearing. She slipped into the new underwear, and turned around, a pout on her face.
“Smile,” I said. “Aren’t you happy to see how well your daughter has blossomed?” She gave me a big fake smile, and I smiled back.
“There, now that’s better.”

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 1

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It had been twenty years since my girlfriend had unbirthed me, and accidentally turned me into a girl. She had apologized for a while at first, but soon I could tell how excited she was to have a daughter. It was a big moment for her when she took me to buy my first bra, and a bit of a disappointment for me when I didn’t have to buy many more.
My breasts were small. Especially compared to my mother’s. I had clearly not inherited any of her assets, which I was reminded of every time I looked down, as I was doing now, texting my best friend just after waking up. I was even still in my underwear! Which brought to light how great the rest of my body was. I had curves in all the right places everywhere else, I had just missed out in the chest department, and I had learned to live with it. For the most part.
So I got dressed, put my phone into my pocket, and left the house, shouting to my mom that I was going for a walk.
I was walking my usual morning route, my hands in my pockets and my head towards the ground, when I noticed someone just ahead of me. A woman.
“Hello,” I said to her as I got closer. She didn’t seem to have any purpose, just walking, like me. She turned to look at me, and I saw on her chest breasts that would make even my mom jealous!
She must have noticed me staring (and if she didn’t want people to she should really wear a top with a tighter neck), and asked sadly, “Admiring the girls, huh?” I just nodded shyly. “I was-I just wish mine were as great…” I said, not sure why I’d talk about something so personal to a complete stranger.
“Hah, that’s funny,” she said. “Cause I wish mine were more like yours! I guess we all have our curses…”

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 4

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I walked downstairs, my breasts already straining the bra I was wearing, which had fit almost perfectly a moment ago. If mine were already growing, then hers must be already shrinking. I entered the living room, and saw her panicking on the couch.
“What’s happening?!” she shouted at me, her eyes catching my growing bust, and mine staring at her rapidly shrinking one.
“I’m stealing your tits,” I said matter of factly. “Those huge boobs you’ve been so proud of, the ones I admired when I was your boyfriend, will soon be mine.” Her bra was already useless, I noticed just as mine snapped. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs, but I had to control myself.
But I couldn’t. I came when her chest had shrunk to a large B-cup, and mine were already resting against my thick thighs. Our transfer stopped.
“Huh, lucky you,” I said sadly. “You get to keep some boob. I was going to leave you completely flat, but I guess this is fine. Come on, we’re going upstairs.”
I led her up into her room, were I had a pair of her panties, and one of my old bra sitting on her bed. “Put them on,” I said, and she obeyed. She removed her shirt, and now far too large bra, followed by her pants and the panties she was currently wearing. She slipped into the new underwear, and turned around, a pout on her face.
“Smile,” I said. “Aren’t you happy to see how well your daughter has blossomed?” She gave me a big fake smile, and I smiled back.
“There, now that’s better.”

Keep Sucking

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“Go ahead, keep sucking,” Annie, the busty girl said. “I knew what you were planning. You thought some spell would let you suck my boobs into your own chest, hah! Don’t you know to never try to outwit a witch?” Jill just kept sucking, unable to stop, as her own breasts were drained, adding to Annie’s already large bust.
“There goes another cup size…and another…and another…”

Sibling Rivalry

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“What the heck is this?!” my older sister shouted as she burst into my room. Her eyes widened at the sight of me. “And what the heck are those?” She pointed to my chest, bare after having ripped through my tank top.
“Well sis, you know I had always been jealous of your huge tits, so I kinda took them for myself!” I flaunted my large chest at her, and she just stared at me slack-jawed.
“And you left me with these?” she shouted, grabbing at her own chest.
“With what?” I teased. “I don’t see anything.”
She slammed her foot on the ground in frustration. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stand her younger sister having MUCH larger boobs than her.
“Well I’m telling Mom!” she said, storming out of my room.
“Fine,” I said to myself. Mom was the one who had given me the potion, after all.

Dropped It – The Shrinkening

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“I bet you think this is hilarious,” I said to my “wife”, my hand resting on my enormous belly that held our twins. It was a lot easier to see it now: not only had I grown huge over the past month, but as The Shrinkening stole my breasts my view was a lot less obstructed.
“Not really,” he said. “I loved my-your pregnant tits! Those things were massive! Heck, you had to get custom maternity bras made for them. Custom MATERNITY bras! You know, the ones that are designed to hold huge bloated breasts?”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve had to lug them around for the past two-and-a-half months,” I said glaring at him. He was right though: my wife’s former breasts had grown gigantic thanks to the pregnancy. I guess if was from producing milk for two, but I still wouldn’t have guess they’d go from DD-cups all the way up to Ls! (Hence the custom maternity bras, and they weren’t cheap.)
“I kinda liked them too, and I know if I was still in my body I would have been all over your tits being so huge,” I sighed. “But now I barely had B-cups, and they’re getting smaller by the hour. What am I going to feed our babies?”

So Teeny – The Shrinkening

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“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but it’s obviously not working,” my girlfriend said angrily, and I could see why she was pissed: her tits were shrinking by the second. This morning she had had F-cups, but now they were barely C-cups.
“I mean look at you! You’re still barely an inch tall!” she mocked as her breasts went from being nothing less than tits, to just plain old boobs. She was wrong though: I wasn’t doing anything to make this happen, and I was rather disappointed in the results. Now not only am I tiny, but now I can’t even play on my girlfriend’s huge jugs!
Speaking of those, she was now probably smaller than a B-cup, if that “B” stood for “barely boobs”. Her hands flew to her chest as the last of her breasts faded, and the only things left on her chest were her nipples, and the tan lines from her bikini.
“Why would you do this?!” she shouted. I didn’t even bother explaining: I knew it would be pointless. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, then jerk yourself off again. Even if I don’t get my tits back, you’ll be so teeny I’ll need a microscope to fine you.” She walked over to me, and threatened to squish me, so I did as I was told. I lost a few more millimeters of height, but she gained no more boob.
“Do it again,” she said threateningly, and I obeyed. I got even smaller, but her chest remained just as flat.
“Again.”

Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 1

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It had been twenty years since my girlfriend had unbirthed me, and accidentally turned me into a girl. She had apologized for a while at first, but soon I could tell how excited she was to have a daughter. It was a big moment for her when she took me to buy my first bra, and a bit of a disappointment for me when I didn’t have to buy many more.
My breasts were small. Especially compared to my mother’s. I had clearly not inherited any of her assets, which I was reminded of every time I looked down, as I was doing now, texting my best friend just after waking up. I was even still in my underwear! Which brought to light how great the rest of my body was. I had curves in all the right places everywhere else, I had just missed out in the chest department, and I had learned to live with it. For the most part.
So I got dressed, put my phone into my pocket, and left the house, shouting to my mom that I was going for a walk.
I was walking my usual morning route, my hands in my pockets and my head towards the ground, when I noticed someone just ahead of me. A woman.
“Hello,” I said to her as I got closer. She didn’t seem to have any purpose, just walking, like me. She turned to look at me, and I saw on her chest breasts that would make even my mom jealous!
She must have noticed me staring (and if she didn’t want people to she should really wear a top with a tighter neck), and asked sadly, “Admiring the girls, huh?” I just nodded shyly. “I was-I just wish mine were as great…” I said, not sure why I’d talk about something so personal to a complete stranger.
“Hah, that’s funny,” she said. “Cause I wish mine were more like yours! I guess we all have our curses…”

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