“Fucking asshole…..oh my god” Lauren said. Or might have said. It was kinda hard to tell through her gritted teeth. Johnny didn’t really care, to be honest. He still couldn’t believe his luck. Lincoln had tried to blast him with this spell. Had it not been for this spell going haywire, he would have been the chick getting thrust into. Maybe if she begged he wouldn’t fuck her quite so hard. Maybe. Or maybe he’s hearing would go haywire too.
It was a really hot and long summer day. Me and my friend James were quite bored. I was just wasting my time on my phone, when an ad popped up: “bored? don’t know what to do to make this a better day? Try one of our reality bending spells”. I found it funny, and normally I wouldn’t have clicked on a web ad, but I was just so bored, that I decided to. Plus I wasn’t the smartest guy. A text website that looked at least a couple of decades old, openned up. “Choose a spell”, I browsed through the list, but most of the spell names just sounded like mumbo jumbo to me. “I’ll just click one at random”, I said outloud as I clicked on “Spell 76”.
Cassie rolled her head as she heard the noises coming from the bathroom. Ever since Mom had “accidentally”used that spell and turned Jack into Jacqueline…….
Erik placed his left knee on the window and scanned the street with hope and expectation. “Why is Naomi late today? She’s usually punctual and she told me she’d be back in time to swap back before dinner. Wasn’t there a 72-hour rule before this became permanent? This was fun but I want my male body back, especially before my…I mean her…period hits!” The thong in his ass was pinching him in all the wrong places, not to mention the annoying belt and the high heels which were gorgeous to look at but torture to wear. He also felt the urge to pee but he just didn’t want to do it anymore as a woman so he squeezed his legs tight and kept looking anxiously out the window waiting for Naomi to return.
One morning in the store I was flipping through the paper and noticed a story about a group of men on a college football team harassing the cheerleaders at their school, and an investigation taking place. The story seemed very sympathetic towards the men, which I found ridiculous. If I have learned one thing since my transformation, its that men can be really disgusting.
It’s interesting how perspectives change. A year ago, I’d jumped at the opportunity. Free room and bored, all the money I could want, and all I had to do was get blasted by a spell? It was perfect, or so I’d thought.
“Alright, Ted, what did you want to see me about? You can’t tell me I came all this way just to look at a stupid book.”
Hannah opened the closet and stared at the contents in bemused shock. She had never had this many clothes in her life. Of course, back when she was a guy she hadn’t given two shits about clothes.
I sat up in my bed, thinking about the past week. That’s how long it had been since I had accidentally given my sister Andi both my and my other sister, Cindy’s, breasts. I had looked through the spell book several times since then, but just couldn’t find a perfect spell to get my own tits back, without having to steal someone else’s. Andi and I had talked a few times through the past week, and somehow she was loving every moment of having her new huge J-cup tits. From what she said, Cindy had also gotten used to her new no-cup tits.
I looked down at my own chest and saw a similar sight to what my sister did. My nipples were barely even perky, sitting on my completely flat chest. The difference between Cindy’s and my bodies, however, was down below.
I threw the covers off the rest of my body and swung off my bed, landing looking at the mirror on my wall. There it was. While I may have no breasts to show up top, I at least have a nice ass to show down below. I walked away from the mirror, feeling my ass wobble slightly as I did so. My breasts may not shake anymore, but boy did I love the feeling of my ass shaking with the sway of my equally large hips. It was comforting in some strange way.
I knelt down and pulled the spell book out of a box in the bottom of my closet. I think Alexa might be catching on to me having found it, so I had to make sure it stayed hidden. I opened the dusty cover, and paged through it once again. There were plenty of spells for stealing breasts (and other parts) from other people, but nothing about just growing my own.
After reading a long list of different spells I decided I’d have to think on them a bit. Maybe I would have to steal somebody’s breast mass for my own, much as I didn’t want to…
Maurice smirked as his breasts pushed against the tight shirt on his chest. “Well?” he asked as his roommate Rick goggled his eyes on the bosom that was now within reach. Rick’s lust was up.