I had been investigating a group of con artists for an expose. They preyed on lonely young men on the Internet, promising to get them perfect women without any pickup artist bullshit or the like. Seemed like it would be a quick assignment, pose as someone on the older end of their target who was getting real desperate, get some dirt, make an article mocking them and keep going.
“I’m sorry for being a racist bitch master.” Juliet whimpered looking up at her latest client.
“Shut up bitch or you don’t get my cock.”
“Sorry master.” She sucked the tip titfucking him.
Juliet seemed perfect for her life, as if she was born to it and in a way she was.
Jonathan was a racist, swastika tattoo, constant comments and complaints about anyone not ‘white’, though his definition of white was pretty strict. At first I was meant to help him in a more traditional way, but even I got annoyed after the tattoo. The final straw was when he called me to bail him out after a fight, I won’t repeat the term he used to describe the others in the fight but it wasn’t remotely kind, and so I brought him back to him place.
“This place is a shit hole.” Were the last words he ever said.
I knew his family wanted nothing to do with him, so I could work freely, no cover up or loose ends. First I got my own fun making him a dumb little asian chick, all giggles and obedience to repay me for the bail, then I started making Juliet. The first thing I knew she’d need a big booty and a huge rake to match, then some big lips and a Mediterranean complexion, next was rewiring her brain, making her love sex and use it to make up for her racist past. Now I pimp her out to any guy she would have hated as Jonathan.
Dave hesitated with his thumb poised on the remote’s button. The same remote his room mate had used to turn Dave into a sexy woman all those months ago. One push and he’d be a man again. No more carrying these enormous tits around. These spectacular sensitive sexy tits. No more wearing slutty women’s clothes. Comfortable, gorgeous, sexy women’s clothes. No more being a walking spectacle whenever he went out. Just a perverted fantasy to every man that saw him. Men who fell all over themselves opening doors, carrying bags and buying drinks. No more spreading his legs for men and their disgusting cocks. Big, hard, tasty cocks and the multiple orgasms they brought. Carefully, Dave removed her thumb from the button and returned the remote where she had found it. Straightening, she relished the feel of her silk blouse as it caressed her sensitive nipples. In anther part of the house, Dave’s room mate watched on a monitor. The hidden camera missing nothing. He had been sure Dave had finally embraced being a woman and leaving the remote where it would be found was the final test. Of course, he had removed the battery first. Just in case.
“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.”
I loved his look of fearful submission. He knew that he didn’t like his current situation. But he was smart enough to know there was nothing he could do to change it. The desperation in his eyes was perfect.
I came to suddenly, and forcefully. My body and mind were full of new sensations, the pleasure of them almost taking over my thoughts. I let out a high-pitched moan as a hand grasped something attached to my chest. I moaned again as a second hand grabbed an identical mass on the other side of my chest. The hands shook them for a few moments, and it felt so good, but then it let the masses drop, and I felt their weight fully. I looked down, and saw two massive breasts, bound loosely in a pink top. And attached to my own chest.
Then the pounding started. In and out, in and out I felt it go. There was a man inside me. In that moment, amidst the swirls of pleasure filling my head and making soft sounds escape my lips, I knew what had happened.
I had one wish, and I had wasted it wishing to be able to see my sexy busty neighbor naked any time I wanted to. I must have been instantly put into her body, and she had been in the middle of something…personal.
The man finished and wasted no time getting dressed, though I was left feeling sort of unfulfilled. He walked out and put some money on the table. “A little extra,” he said with a wink, and I threw up a little in my mouth. My neighbor was a prostitute?! Was being the key word: I know I definitely wouldn’t be letting anybody else use this body. I threw off my thin top, tearing it slightly as I tried to get it over my huge new melons. When they were free I looked down at them. “Wow,” was all I could say for a full minute. “These are…” I wanted to say something good, something like “fantastic” or “amazing”, but somehow my mind went to: “heavy.” And they were: it was much easier to fall in love with these tits when you weren’t the one carrying them on your chest 24/7.
But more than that, they were something else now: mine. These breasts, were mine now, and I could see them any time I wanted to.
It started with a little it of graffiti on the walls of my new place. But that wasn’t the image I was going for. It might not have been a great neighbourhood but I wanted my gallery to be classy, the first wave of a new look for where I grew up.
My mom finally left for the weekend. She would be back in time for Mother’s Day, which was perfect! I had found a magic powder that when sprinkled on any piece of clothing, and then worn, the wearer’s body would turn into an exact copy of the one who owns that particular piece of clothing. I’ve always been curious to find out what it was like to be a woman, and this seemed like a perfect time: the spell only lasted until midnight on the second day, which in this case was Mother’s Day.
She probably wasn’t even at the end of the road when I sprinkled the powder onto a pair of her panties. Wasting no time I quickly stripped out of my own boxers, and pulled on the silky black panties, one leg at a time. “I don’t feel any different…” I said out loud, shrugging and walking out of my room. wait, Mom’s panties were way big on me, why was I able to walk without them falling down my legs? I looked down, and saw the underwear was tight against my new curves, held in place by my loadbearing hips and thick ass. Looking down I also noticed my belly had pudged out slightly, but above that something more interesting was occurring:
My nipples had become wide, dark, and erect, and below them two small mounds were pushing them further and further away from my chest. I brushed my new long dark hair out of my eyes to get a better view of my growing breasts. I knew Mom was well endowed, but these were even bigger than I could’ve imagined! Why would my dad ever leave tits like these?! As they started to settle into their full size, I reached my dainty hands up to cup the monsters now resting on my chest. I fondled them for a moment, before allowing them to drop back down to their resting state. They were so huge, they sat on either side of my belly button.
It felt so strange to be calling parts of my mother’s body my own, but they were. These were my tits, my ass, my belly, my hair, my-
I gasped. My vagina! I tore off the panties, and just visible past the valley between my boobs, was my pussy. I squealed a bit, before reaching my slender fingers into my moist slit. A small moan escaped my lips. I slid deeper, and my moans grew larger. So this is what female masturbation is li-IIIke!
I came, squirting all over the hallway floor. I should have found it gross, but I felt so good I couldn’t be bothered to care. This body was fantastic!
How could I refuse the offer? An elvish lord traveling through our town, offering a simple labourer like myself a place in his retinue, it was the stuff of dreams. He warned me that it would be different, “My boy, you understand I do not need the sort of labour you are accustomed to, yes?” He asked many questions like this, and said many other things like that, but all I could hear was getting to do one better than the adventurers that would occasionally sweep through the village.
I had drifted into majoring in Chinese and Political Science, and finding myself with no other majors I could jump into I just went full throttle into them. Grad school for International Affairs and internships with the right government organizations followed. Soon enough I found myself positioned to be an analyst, which was as close to a spy as you could get. After all, field work was a fools game—even if I played the part of some foreign businessman I’d stick out.