What was that drink you gave me?” I asked my girlfriend as I started to feel dizzy, my face flushed as heat flowed through my whole body.
Well, you see, I really like you, personality-wise. But body-wise…well not so much. So that drink is going to fix that,” she said before she winked at me, and I finally blacked out.
“Holy shit dude!” my best friend mumbled as he shoved his new feminine face into my massive breasts. “Why do I have to be flat-chested while you get…these!”
“Ugh!” Travis said as he tugged on the breasts attached to his, now her, chest. Finally giving up, he let go, and they flopped and wobbled in their new freedom. “They aren’t fake…” he stammered, in shock with the realization of his new body. “They’re real…really attached…and they’re…mine…my boobs…” He jumped back a bit, sending his new assets shaking once again, a motion he was unfamiliar with. He was going to have to get used to “unfamiliar”.
“You’re a genie!” I shouted to the scantily-clad woman who appeared in my living room after I rubbed the table lamp as I cleaned my house. I always thought they came out of different lamps but this works too.
“Yes, but a different kind,” she said, her voice seductive. “I don’t grant wishes: instead you name a person, and I give them whatever their greatest wish is.”
A bit odd, but I had a perfect way around it: my mother really wants grandchildren, and I haven’t had a girlfriend in years, so I’ll kill two birds with one stone.
“Alright, I choose my mother,” I said confidently.
“granted,” the genie said as she snapped her fingers and disappeared. I thought my beautiful new wife would appear as instantly, but she didn’t. Maybe the magic was a bit delayed? I shrugged and went back to cleaning. As I did I started to feel really warm. it was summer though, so I didn’t think anything of it. Until I felt the swaying on my chest, that is.
“What?” I muttered, feeling the lumps beneath my shirt. “Why is my chest to flabby?” I removed my shirt to get a better look. Why does it look like I have-
“Tits?…” I whispered, poking the fleshy mounds wobbling on my chest. I fondled them for a few moments, both terrified and aroused. I was so interested in my new breasts I didn’t even notice the gurgling in my stomach, or that it was slowly ballooning outward.
I didn’t notice until it was past my heavy new assets. “Holy shit!” I shouted, moving my hands down to cradle my expanding belly. “Why am I getting so fat? I almost look like I’m pregnant!” Wait. Breasts, dainty hands, slim arms, high voice, big belly…
“I AM pregnant!” I screamed. I hadn’t outsmarted the genie after all! Instead of giving me a wife to give my mother grandchildren, I was going to have them!
I waddled up the stairs to my bathroom, my belly still growing, but much slower than it had been. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my mouth dropped. I was completely female, from head to toe, no part of my male self remaining, not even-
“My dick!” I pulled my pants down and revealed my crotch, previously hidden my my huge belly. It was gone, and in its place was a vagina. My vagina. My vagina that was going to be pushing a baby out of it way sooner than I would have liked.
But at least Mom would get her grandchildren.
“Mm,” I moaned, rolling over as I slowly woke up, pulling my hand over my chest as I did. At least, I thought it was my chest, but it felt too soft to be right. My pillow must have shifted during the night.
But wait, that couldn’t be right either: I could still clearly feel my pillow beneath my head. So what was on my chest? I opened my eyes, and got my answer. “What. The fuck?” I said, my eyes wide as I stared at the two huge mounds now resting on my chest. “Why is my chest so soft and flabby? It almost looks like I have tits…” My mouth dropped and I squeezed the weights on my chest. “I have tits?” I whispered, not wanting to believe it. “But I’m a dude! I don’t have tits I have pecs and a-” I didn’t finish my sentence before I launched my covers off my body and looked down between my legs. Nothing.
Well, not nothing, but not what I was expecting either. My dick was gone, and instead I was staring down at a vagina. My vagina. “I’m a-a woman,” I said, breathing heavily as I grasped one of my massive boobs. “And if I am…” I said, my attention turning back to the space between my legs. “I might as well enjoy myself.” I slipped a hand into my slit, and began my first masturbation as a woman…
I feel kind of bad to say it. I really do. That’s honest. But I’m glad this happened.
“Dude, seriously?” my best friend asked, peeking his (now her) head out of the bathroom. “Did you have to use your change-water device to change me into a woman? And a busty one too? C’mon, change me back.”
“Nah, sorry,” I told her with a shrug. “I like you like this.”
“Come on, this isn’t funny! Change me back!” she moaned.
“I told you: no,” I said. “You know I don’t have the easiest time with the ladies. Well, why waste time finding a wife, when my device could make one?”
“Ew!” she shouted, before slamming the bathroom door shut. “Why the fuck would I ever be your wife?!”
“Just wait until the mental changes sink in.”
“What? Honey, what mental changes?” she said. I smirked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I said. “Can I come in?” Silence. Maybe she hadn’t changed completely yet.
“Sure, just let me wrap a towel on,” she said. It worked! I opened the bathroom door and looked in.
There she was, a towel wrapped around her head, her massive breasts exposed, her nipples hard in the cold air. “Well baby, are you going to just stare at them, or are we going to have some fun?”
“Hey, thanks for giving me a ride Mr.,” the busty topless woman said as she got into my car.
“Oh no problem, really,” I said, trying not to make eye-contact with her large exposed breasts, and failing.
“Don’t worry,” she said coyly as she buckled her seatbelt. “I know exactly why you picked me up, and maybe when we get to my house you’ll get a bitter look.” She winked and gave me her address and we started off.
It only took maybe fifteen minutes to get there, and when we did she unbuckled and got out, closed the door, and took a few steps away from my car.
“Oh! Right,” she said. “I promised you a closer look…” Her voice trailed off and she snapped her fingers. Instantly my mind went fuzzy, and when it cleared i was outside my car.
“Have fun with ’em!” my voice said from behind me as my car sped off. I breathed heavily as I looked down and screamed. “Tits?! I’ve got tits?!” No, not just any tits, I have HER tits! I looked to the house that was now mine and walked towards the front door, my new assets wobbling and upsetting my balance. I tried to hold them in place, but my arm brushed against my nipples, causing a feeling of pleasure I had never felt before.
“Great, so not only are they huge, they’re sensitive too,” I muttered as I opened the door and stepped inside. Now safely on my own I hefted my new breasts. They were heavy, heavier than I expected, even given their size. And they were mine now.
She wasn’t lying when she said I’d get a “closer look.”
Oh my God! It worked!
“Look at them!” I shouted at my sister as I took of my shirt and exposed my new breasts. Yesterday I had been a man who would have killed to be able to look at tits like these whenever I wanted, but I didn’t want it like this! “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have boobs like these?!” I shouted in anger as I shook my melons, not realizing my mistake until too late. She opened her own shirt, and flashed her even larger breasts at me.
“Actually, not really,” she said. “I haven’t been as small as you since I started high school. Oh I heard all the names, had to deal with dumb boys staring at my impossible to hide cleavage, had to change in the locker room and I knew all the other girls were always staring at my chest. And then you, you never made it any better! Like when you took all my bras while I was asleep and threw them in the pool? Cause you thought it would be funny? Well, now it’s your turn to find out what it’s like to be a busty woman, because I’m never changing you back!” My face fell, but I knew she was just bluffing. She’d leave me like this for a week, then change me back.
“Even if I wanted to,” she continued. “I couldn’t: I burned the magic amulet that let me do this to you. So these babies-” She walked up to me and put her hands on my tits. I jumped a bit at her cold touch. “Are all yours, from now, until the day you die. if you need bras, they’re out in the pool.”