“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!”
“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…
“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?”
Long ago, in some far away medieval land, Ser Ferentus the Fierce was a violent knight of the realm, who had conquered much of the land for the King, and enslaved many an enemy soldier or peasant and damned them to a life of slavery and serfdom. The enemy forces were at a loss for what to do. They couldn’t oppose the barbaric knight; for he was like an army by himself. Nor could they compromise with the warrior, for he was a devout loyalist for the king. At a loss for options, they consulted the great sorcerer Derius, to take down this monstrous knight.
Derius spent weeks learning about Ser Ferentus, and discovered that the knight had a fat al weakness: women. The man frequented many whorehouses, spending many hours of the day with the most beautiful of courtesans, and Derius decided that this would be how he destroy Ser Ferentus the Fierce.
Derius disguised himself as a woman, and when Ferentus next visited the whorehouse after a great and savage battle, he instantly fell in love with the transformed Derius. Derius had become everything he ever desired in a woman; a beautiful slutty redhead who could make men erect with a mere glance. Ferentus knew he must have her, and ‘seduced’ the arcane sorcerer that night, wooing Derius until he could have sex with the lustrous maiden.
After they had done the act, Ferentus stood up, and began donning his armour once more, while Derius stood up, smiling, and kissed the knights chest. However, that kiss was not as innocent as iyt seemed. In a mere instant, everything changed. Derius became male, wearing the garb of a military commander, replacing the position that Ferentus had once had. While Ferentus became a nlithe and beautiful maiden, one that would only crave one thing- a man’s big, bulging cock! As Derius drew his head away from her teats, smiling, Ferentus’ mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ shape, utterly shocked, and as if by instinct, covered her breasts.
“What hast thou done to me, knave!” The once masculine knight cried, covering her new breasts, “I be a strumpet!”
“Yes. Thou art a strumpet; the one that thou lust desired!” The sorcerer chuckled, leaving the sobbing warrior to his fate.
Over the next few months, the Resistance took many a stronghold from the King, his knights and forces no longer as effective as before, especially with Derius in command. While the maiden that was once Ser Ferentus the Fierce accepted her new role, growing to love the feelings of womanhood, and the maiden was just as ferious with the men she would have once called the enemy as the warrior would have been on the battlefield…
Tom had been playing online for hours nonstop. His girlfriend Emily was getting tired by the fact that he would rather play games and spend time with her. So she put a curse on him, everytime he would rather play videogames instead of going out with her, he would lose part of his manhood, and gain some femininity.
“Uuhh…our head,” my voice said, rousing me from sleep. Wait, why would me own voice wake me up? And why did my body feel like it had been split in two? I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark. I tried to stand up, but couldn’t. I did feel movement however. My whole self shook and quaked, before settling down.
“We did it,” my voice said, though I had said nothing. “Now SHE’S the boobs! That dumb bitch won’t lay on us anymore!”
What? No! I don’t want to be my own tits! I felt a pinch on my nipple. The waves of pleasure shut me up quick.
“Too bad!” my voice boomed down at me. They could hear my thoughts. “WE didn’t like being YOUR boobs! But now you don’t even have boobs. You’re OUR tits now.” They lifted me, and then let me drop, slapping painfully against my-their body.
I wobbled, bumping against myself and shaking more as they walked over to examine themselves in the mirror.
“Wow. We were bangin’!” they shouted, giving me a squeeze. I moaned.
“Hey, shut up down there!” they mocked. “You’re ours now, not the other way around, so from now on you’ll be listening to us, okay?”
“Yes…” I said quietly. They reached up and twisted my nipple.
“What was that?”
“Yes!” I shouted in extreme pain.
“That’s better. Now, why don’t we show her how much bras suck?”
Ugh, they were bickering…again!
“Shut up girls, or I’ll really do it!” I shouted aloud at my tits.
The first said, “Yeah, right. If I gained a cup size every time you said that-“
“-and didn’t do it, we’d be down to your knees!” finished the second.
“Alright, fine.” I walked over to my bed. They thought they could call my bluff? I’d make them regret it.
I knelt onto my bed before getting down on all fours. I slowly lowered myself closer towards the mattress. My nipples brushed against the covers.
“Hey, what’s going on?” one of my boobs shouted to me. Then I let go with my hands, and came crashing down onto the bed.
“Aaahh!” they shouted in unison. But then I realized…my voice had said the same.
“Can you get the fuck off of us? Stupid bitch!” my voice shouted, but they wasn’t my words: they were theirs.
“What’s happening?” I squeaked out. When I spoke my voice sounded somehow distant. Then I felt the pressure. It felt like my whole body was being compacted! I shot up to my knees again, and the pressure was gone.
“What was happening to me?
They’re breasts. I have breasts. They weren’t there before. What’s on my shoulder? I put my hand to my shoulder to examine the scene. It was hair. That’s strange because I have short hair. I sit on a seat in the pool and cross my legs as I think. I’d never found crossing my legs so comfortable. Something’s not right. I put my hand down to investigate. I’m so comfortable because I have a pussy my dick is gone. I am a woman. Something’s in the pool. Someone has contaminated the pool. This isn’t good. I don’t want to be a woman I’m a man. This isn’t good.
I had listened to my friend, Kathryn, when she said we should go see the witch down on Thirtieth Street. “She can grant any wish!” she had said, and she was right, but at the time I didn’t believe in that nonsense.
So when we found the “witch”, we each said our wish. Kath had wished for a boyfriend. I should’ve seen that one coming. I decided to wish for the most ridiculous thing I could think of.
I had always been sort of…chubby. I always thought I was kind of sexy, but being completely flat chested made others think a bit differently. I mean, what kind of chubby girl doesn’t have tits? So that’s what I wished for: bigger breasts.
But I added something else. I thought the whole thing was stupid, so I added one tiny regretful line at the end of my wish: I wished they would grow with a mind of their own.
I just meant I wanted them to grow fast, and they did, what I didn’t expect was for each of my boobs to literally have a mind of their own.
So now I stand in my room, looking into my mirror. Completely naked, except for the thong around my lower area. My nipples were big and dark, a consequence of the transformation. I reached up and squeezed one, and heard in my head:
“Mm… Now give me a pinch…” my right tit moaned.
“Hey, what about me? Give a girl some love!” my left shouted at me.
“Quiet! Or I’ll start sleeping on my stomach again!” I threatened. They shut up after that. At least for a while, I knew they were going to be going at it again soon enough. I’m just glad they’re the only parts of my body I wished could talk, and they do look pretty fantastic.