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Been Busy

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“Hey Kat, I found out something about that gender transformation spell: apparently when I linked us together to turn you into a woman, it did a little more than that…” my former roommate said, stopping short when I turned around smiling at her, my huge belly presented.
“Yeah, I figured that out,” I said through my gritted smile.
“Oh…yeah…” she said slowly. “Apparently I didn’t read the spell closely enough. It was a surrogacy spell: every time I have sex, well, you get pregnant with another baby. When did I use that spell again?”
“Less than two months ago! You’ve sure been busy since than, haven’t you?”

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.”

A Mind of Their Own Returned 4

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“You know, it’s kind of lonely,” we heard Bobbi say.
“What are you talking about? What about your friends, Tori and Carol? They certainly love to play with us, no, me.” It was hard to keep my single consciousness. I was slipping further into my split mind by the day.
“Me?” Bobbi said with sass. “Now which tit said that, this one-” She lifted my right half, and squeezed it. I felt my flesh squishing between her fingers. “Or this one-” She let our right half fall, and grabbed at left side, squeezing that side of us too.
“It was both of us!” we shouted, and she let our left side drop with a slap.
“Good. Remember: you aren’t one anymore. You’re my girls. And speaking of girls, Tori and Carol are great, but you know what would make them even better? Giving them their boobs back, and giving them a mind of their own too. They are my breast friends, after all…” Bobbi said threateningly, tucking us into a bra before putting on the rest of her clothes. I heard the front door slam, and I wobbled slightly in the constricting garment. I knew we were going back to the witch…

A Mind of Their Own Part 3

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“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?”

A Mind of Their Own Part 2

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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?

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 2

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“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:
Boobs.
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…

Down There

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“Wow, how’d you get so small already!” one of the girls far above you shouted.
“We all only gained one cup size,” said another. “But look how tiny he already is!”
“Oh, and we plan to get much bigger!” said a third.
“But how small can he get?”
“I don’t care!” said the second girl again. “Girls, bottoms up!” All five girls downed another shot of the potion, and you watched as you fell even further away from their expanding tits…

Molly’s Extremely Surprising Mornings Part 3

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Eight months later and it turned out I had given Dee something when I took her breast mass, and her big belly showed pretty clearly what that was.
“Remember when I complained about how having any boobs?” she asked looking at me.
“Well now I think I prefer that over these things!” The pregnancy had accelerated her breast growth quite noticeably, and now they stuck out part her also massive belly. “You know, sweetie,” she cooed. “If we would have sex now, you could release all this size from me.”
I looked at her tits, and felt my massive member trying to escape from my pants. “I don’t know: this thing’s already massive enough.”
“Come on,” she said, pressing her body up against me, making me even harder. “It’d be quick. Just get me down to C-cups or something.”
I had to admit, that sounded reasonable. “Alright,” I said. She hopped up and down with glee, her tits following the motion. She stripped off her gown, and stood naked before me. I had to admit, her body was hot. She hadn’t lost any of her petiteness, but now her torso was dominated by her huge belly and tits. I stripped out of my clothes, my dick erect to about twenty inches. The whole thing couldn’t fit inside her now, but I could still feel the pleasure. She grabbed my cock, pulling it out of herself and putting it between her tits. They felt so warm wrapped around me, and pretty soon I had came, not being able to hold it back. Suddenly we both felt incredibly tired, and we both drifted off to sleep on the couch, my arms wrapped around her massive belly…
A few hours later we woke up, and I moved my hands up her belly to her…
chest. Once again I had absorbed her tits.
“Aah,” she said. “It feel so good to get that weight off me.”
“Off you? What about me?” I got up off the couch and my dick literally hit the floor. Dee just giggled. “I don’t know, but isn’t it every guy’s dream to have a huge dick?”
“And what about you? Isn’t it every girl’s dream to have big tits?”
“Maybe,” she said. “And eight months ago it was mine too, but now? Now I love these things.” She rubbed her nipples, still dark and wide from her pregnancy. My dick started getting erect at the sight, and I knew this wouldn’t be fun anymore…

The Drain

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“Sis stop! What are you doing to my tits?!” my “big” sister yelled at me as she reached her hands up to her ever shrinking breasts.
“Sorry, but I got tired of you lording your bigger assets over me. ‘Someday you’ll have big girls like me’ and ‘It’s hard having boobs like this sometimes.’ well I’m done! I slipped something into your breakfast this morning, and now your tits are becoming MINE!”
“Ugh! But I don’t want to have tiny boobs!” she shouted at me. “I want ones like you!” She smiled at my chest. The other half of the spell was starting to take hold: she was my younger sister now, and to her mind, that’s the way it had always been.
“Don’t worry, little sis,” I said, looking down on her for the first time in my life. “Someday, you’ll have boobs as big as mine.”

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