This story was inspired by a good friend of mine that wears red high heeled shoes while he works from home. Please comment below if you like my story. It started off so innocently, Jim Harris had done his computer job for almost three years, it was March 2020 when he was hired, it was a weird year everyone in his office was working from home, he was the best at what he did, no one could come close to Jim’s output, trouble was Jim could do this job while standing on his head, so boredom was a natural progression. One day Jim was staring around his living room and noticed that his girlfriend had left a pair of her shoes in the middle of the floor, they looked very sexy lying there with their huge black heel, I wonder what its like for her to wear them, he thought. He looked round the living room not knowing why he was looking, no one was there, he was tempted to try them on but dismissed the idea as crazy, but as the day went on, and the more bored he got, he thought what harm
Joan's Vacation Part 4: A FtF Bodyswap by Tservo96, literature
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Joan's Vacation Part 4: A FtF Bodyswap
That night, after both were home, it really hit them what had happened in very different ways. Joan smiled looking up at the ceiling. She could still feel it; all of it, being Abby, having Abby's body, living Abby's life. Abby shivered, she slipped out of bed feeling bile build up quickly in her mouth and she rushed to the bathroom, sweating. She could still feel it, it made her skin crawl. She shuddered in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe I was actually my Mom?!" Her mind screamed in horror. She thought about having that older, thicker body. The rougher and loose skin. She could close her eyes and still see that as her body. "Please don't ever let that happen again…I don't want to ever even act like her…" Joan dreamt of the weekend while Abby began to have recurring nightmares. Abby became jumpy and irritable every time she was around her Mom. She started to avoid her, subtly at first, coming up with excuses for not seeing her or spending time with her. For a few weeks, it worked but then, it became suspicious. Joan's desires only grew stronger in the absence of contact. She envisioned herself more and more as Abby. Picking out what clothes she would wear that day, what she would do at work; Joan was actually taking a graphic design course on line to try to connect with her daughter's profession. Abby's revulsion only grew stronger. Every day though, thoughts would jump back into her head, frustrating her further. A snowstorm hit and Abby was working from home. A knock at the door surprised her. She gasped, opening it and seeing her Mother standing there. "Since you're trying to avoid me, I decided to make you see me and talk to me by, well, forcing the issue" Abby backed up in shock letting her Mom come in. "Oh no, I haven't been avoiding you, I've, um, just been really busy and…: Joan's put her hand up in a stop gesture. "You're avoiding me young lady" she said succinctly and in a disappointed tone. "Ever since we got back…" she tsked and shook her head "I had hoped and prayed that would make us closer but…I was wrong. What's the matter Abby? Why won't you talk to me?" Joan asked as she took off her coat and boots. Abby was frozen, conflicted on what she should say. Should she lie or tell her Mom the truth? With a sigh, Abby said "Well mom to tell you the truth, I'm freaked the fuck out about our recent little walk in each other's bodies" she caught her Mom's eyes as she turned around in a bit of shock herself. "Oh no Honey" Joan said. Abby took a step backwards and put her hand out "Oh yes. I…I think about it and it grosses me out. How the fuck did I end up in your body and you in mine? That…that's fucking insane! It's not natural…I was you!" The tone of Abby's voice told Joan everything she needed to know and Joan now found herself not only disappointed but also angry and hurt. "Oh. I see" she said curtly, pursing her lips. Abby felt it build up, she couldn't stop it. Suddenly, every grievance and annoyance was coming out of her mouth, recounting every perceived flaw and grudge she had ever held against her Mother. A verbal berating ensued. A full out argument exploded between Mom and daughter as Joan now unloaded on Abby. "You two…" Hearing a new voice made both Abby and Joan jump and scream. Madame Onyx stood in the foyer behind them. "AAAAAHHHH!" Joan yipped. "What the fuck are you doing here?! How the fuck did you get into my fucking house?! Get the fuck out of here you fucking witch!" Abby said. Madame Onyx simply said "No" Abby paused, blinked. "You two…you don't understand what you have just done" she pointed at Abby. "You have unleashed a curse" "Curse?! The only curse was letting you do your weird fucking little magic trick before on me" "You haven't learned a single thing you spoiled little girl" Madame Onyx said looking Abby dead in the eye. "This was no parlor trick. You two are linked in true magic to understand one another. So, since you obviously don't understand, you in your anger have initiated the next step; a step not easily broken…no, now you are truly in for understanding. You will see" Abby furrowed her brow as Madame Onyx looked at both of them, a fire in her eyes as a guttural sound emitted from her closed lips. "Don't you fucking DARE!" Abby started to say. "I have told you, you impudent girl! It. Is. Too. Late. Everything is already in motion and you cannot stop it. You will learn to appreciate and understand your…" "AAAAAHHHH! What the FUCK?! Why the fuck do I need to fucking understand my fucking Mother? We are not the only mother and daughter to disagree and…" "You!" Madame Onyx pointed and Abby stopped. "At the next full moon. And every full moon afterwards…you two will now switch places. Four days every month you two will be the other. Physically, mentally. You will only know afterwards…while you are in the other's body, you will be them so completely that only afterwards will it be apparent what you did" Abby gasped as Joan merely stared at Madame Onyx. "Mark my words. This could go even further if you are not careful. Longer stretches. Lingering effects both physically and mentally" Abby was about to question further, but Madame Onyx vanished. Joan put on her coat and boots "I should go" she said quietly and quickly. Abby was left speechless. Over the next week, Abby fluctuated between denial and dread. Part of her thought the whole thing had never happened. The other part watched the calendar. "The fuck I'm going to be some kind of Weremom!" Joan drove home in a daze. Over the next week though, her anticipation only grew. She could never express her deep desire but this could be her ultimate chance to become Abby. Joan couldn't stop thinking about being Abby, picturing it endlessly, living out her own version of her life from afar. But now…she knew what she had seen and heard and she had also experienced her daughter's stubborn wrath about it. All of which made her think in those lingering words. "Every full moon thereafter. Longer, lingering physical and mental effects" Joan shivered in anticipation.  "Am I actually a Weredaughter?! A WereAbby?!" Joan looked at herself in the mirror, wanting to see Abby's face there instead.  Abby wasn't replying to her. Joan had talked to her husband Dan and had interacted with him instead. Night fell. Abby got her kids to bed and slipped to the basement saying she needed to work. Her heart was now racing but she kept talking to herself, insistent that it wasn't going to happen. "The moon is always out. It's always there. Stupid movie plot point…" she muttered to herself. "I am not turning into my Mother tonight" She paced the floor "I've already done my time as her…what woman has to physically switch places with their stupid fucking Mother as a lesson in understanding?! It's so unfair! I'm a Mother myself…she can't tell me what to do"  Abby was getting agitated and worked up. She stopped in her tracks as she felt her stomach flip and flutter. She froze in abject fear. Her eyes widened "No!" she blurted out feeling her stomach roll. Abby started to shake and shiver. "No…" she mumbled, her hands shook and she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Slowly she lifted her arms. "AH!" She yelped out seeing that her fingernails were bright pink. "No, this isn't happening…this is Not happening again!"  Abby wanted to scream as loud and as long as she could but she stopped herself. She didn't want her husband and kids to know.  She shoved a towel into her mouth and screamed while biting down on it. Anger, frustration and fear all exploded inside her. "FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her scream became primal into the towel as she felt her body tingling. Her skin prickled. Internally, everything rolled and tumbled abd trembled. Abby felt her spine stretching out and she heard a crack and a pop. Her hands shook and twitched as her veins rose up more prominently and additional wrinkles etched in. Her fingernails thickened as the polish seemed to rise up. Her skin grew rougher as her fingers expanded. Abby was wearing black shorts and a white tank top. She watched her wrists change as a wave seemed to pass back through her arms. Her forearms lengthened. The skin grew darker and more weathered before more drastic changes hit her upper arms. Going from 34 to 62 was much more obvious in certain areas: Upper arms being one of them. A sudden plumpness hit Abby's arms, stretching out her skin and muscles; both of which responded by going lax.  Abby shuddered feeling her biceps and triceps simply flutter and deflate leaving her with old lady arms. "Shit! Fuck! God Damn It!" Abby growled as her shirt started to grow tighter. Her body was thickening. Her skin was denser in places and yet thinner in others. The skin on her chest was leathery and rough while her back and shoulders bulged out with subcutaneous fat. Abby could feel her back spreading outward. The tank top pulled tight across her back and sides. She could hear the fabric pulling on her shirt which was interrupted by a loud gurgling from her stomach accompanied by a wave of nausea. Abby grimaced, afraid of throwing up, she clenched her teeth and moaned as her stomach muscles tightened.  Her muscles started to loosen at the same time she felt her stomach pushing outward. Abby's jaw now opened and dropped as she looked down in horror seeing her Mom's belly pushing out, forming up in a soft ball underneath the taut white fabric. She felt a breeze as her doughy flesh expanded out and moved the shirt aside to expose itself. "HHHHRRRNNNNNGGGGAAAHHHH!" She exclaimed as sweat broke out all over her body and her chest thrust outward. Abby's shoulders shot back as her chest surged outward and her chest muscles tensed. Tingling broke out over her breasts, her nipples popped up and out. Her areolas spread and grew wider and darker as her nipples grew as well. Abby was panting as her breasts swelled up, growing larger; from her natural 34B to her Mom's 38C. Her shirt again strained as flesh and mass accumulated, filling out her chest with her Mom's larger breasts. Abby hadn't moved, her feet were planted firmly on the floor. She felt her feet begin to move. She felt the carpet moving against her soles, tickling slightly as her feet widened and grew bigger. Her heels slid backwards as her soles thickened and her feet widened. Rougher white skin formed on her heels as veins lifted on the tops of her thicker feet. Her toes popped as they grew wider and larger. Looking down, she saw that same bright pink polish again. It turned her stomach as her toes and toenails shifted and changed shape into her Mom's. Her knees were weak and her legs were numb. Everything from her waist down had all come to life at once. Muscles twitched, skin rumbled about in anticipation as bones and tendons creaked. A sharp cold jab in her lower abdomen caused Abby to moan out and double over. Her fleshy arms pressed feebly against her stomach trying to get to the source. Abby was losing her fertility and vibrancy, her vitality itself was leaving, presumably to her Mother across town, but at that moment, Abby was solely focused on her own body. Her ovaries drained, her uterus fell dormant and a dry itchiness settled in, deep down as her sexual organs changed into those of her own Mother. She shivered at the thought of now possessing the uterus and vagina of her Mom. For the first time in forever, she was glad her parents were divorced. Abby's shorts had been loose. Had been.  She felt the legs tighten and begin to cut into her soft flesh as her thighs grew larger and softer. Her ass was expanding, pushing out and pressing her shorts and panties. Her hips spread in conjunction with the rest of her. Matronly hips and a much larger and fuller rear end made her shorts look like biker shorts. Abby's knees popped and groaned. Her right knee shimmied "Fuck!" Abby proclaimed grabbing at it and feeling the stiff artificial joint that had just replaced her own bone. As she rubbed her aching knee, her calves filled out. Standing up, she let out "oh…oh man" in a weak whispered groan. Abigail turned to the mirror. She still had her own face and hair, but she knew not for very much longer. It was her face atop her Mom's body "Just fucking get it over with" she hissed through gritted teeth. Abby wiped the sweat from her forehead as her hairline shifted. Her hair lightened and began to style itself differently, now in her Mom's style. Her eyebrows thinned and lightened as lines etched into her furrowed forehead. The skin on her neck loosened and her chin weakened. As her jaw slacked, her mouth shrank and her cheeks dropped, giving her a more jowly expression. Her nose shrank and changed shape as her eyelashes thinned. Her brown doe eyes shrank and narrowed and she removed her glasses as her vision changed. Her eyes changed from brown to blue as her lips thinned. More lines and age spots appeared on her tingling skin. Her lips thinned and she used her fingers to lift them up to watch her teeth shrink and shift inside her mouth. Her gums felt like liquid as her teeth and tongue shifted. A tickle ran down her throat and she knew her next words would come out in her Mom's nasal New Jersey accented voice. Abby shook. Her phone vibrated new messages over and over as she took in several deep breaths trying to calm down. Her hands trembled as she attempted to open up her phone. Her eyes were straight, still staring in the mirror as she fiddled with her foreign fingers, swiping and pressing her message icon. "Fuck!" She swore in her Mom's voice upon seeing the messages were from 'Mom'. 'I'm on my way over' was the most recent message but before that, her Mom had sent a series of selfies.  The first was a picture of her hand. A very smooth and delicate hand with light gray nail polish. Abby felt her blood boil seeing her hand coming up as a picture. The next picture was her Mom's smiling face atop her smooth chest, the top curve of her pert, petite breasts were very visible. A picture of her flat stomach with a smooth hand splayed out on it. A picture taken mid face change: Joan is flipping her dark hair, she has big brown eyes, thick dark eyebrows but a small wrinkly mouth that's carrying a wicked smile. The final picture is Abby. Abby, wearing her Mom's clothes, a flannel night shirt and flannel pants. "Oh my God…" Abby braced herself against the wall, putting her hand out to steady her shaky legs. Abby knew the drive was less than 10 minutes. The house was quiet but she didn't want to risk getting seen like this. Her phone went off. "I'm on the street' was the text. Abby crept up the steps as quiet as she could 'side door' she text back. Abby squinted and saw a figure moving light on her feet towards the house. She heard shuffling and scuffing; her Mom's shoes were too big for her feet and she was trying to not lose them as she ran to the door. Buffalo plaid pants snapped in the cold air around her skinny legs. A different patterned red and black flannel top hung loosely on her chest. Her eyes were huge, her smile was wide, her dark hair whipped back as she angled her youthful face into the wind. "Where did you get a pair of my glasses?!" was the first inexplicable question Abby asked. Of all the questions, that was what came out first, seeing her Mom standing there. "Oh! I, uh, had a pair of your spare, old frames around…" she whispered harshly as she tiptoed into the house. Abby was flustered and disoriented seeing her Mom now in the flesh. Her flesh. "So I guess it happened" Joan said trying not to sound too happy about it. "It's real!" "Yeah. No fucking shit it's real!" Abby whispered impatiently and angrily. "Switch me clothes" Joan said already shimmying her hips and slipping her pants off. Abby sighed but did as she was told. It was more of a struggle for her but more of a relief to get the tight clothes off. There was a slight falling sensation as her breasts came free, then as her ass and hips did. Her thighs could breathe. Hastily in the dim light of the kitchen, they swapped clothes. "There's no time to waste and dwell. Drive back to my place. Text me when you get there" Joan said, rushing Abby out. Abby slipped on her Mom's canvas sneakers. They fit her feet perfectly, not a bit too big. "Before Dan or the kids hear us!" She shooed her out. Abby stumbled out but walked briskly down the drive to her Mom's car. Once inside, she slumped down "What the fuck am I going to do?" Joan stood in the kitchen; her heart pounding. "Jesus Christ…I'm Abby. I'm in Abby's body. In Abby's house…" she closed her eyes and tried to compose herself. She went to the sofa and sat down.  She peeked out the window and saw her car was gone. As she sat, her mind began to race. It was the oddest sensation; the inside of her head felt like it was floating. It wasn't a headache, it wasn't even a bit painful but things were obviously starting to change.  Like the changes to her body, changes were now coming to her mind. Vocabulary and wording were starting to alter. Additionally, work skills were coming to her. Little things like passwords and other very personal things were simply there for Joan. Her phone vibrated 'I'm home' she read from 'Mom' Just reading the simple word Mom made a mental picture appear in Joan's mind. A woman in her early 60s. Blondish hair, blue eyes…annoying… Joan pictured herself and associated her daughter's emotions to her. Those emotions stuck. 'Good to hear. How are you doing?' Joan text back. After a wait 'I'm okay. Confused. Tired. I want to lie down. My head is foggy' 'Good idea, get some rest' Joan text back. Joan got up and she crept softly up the stairs. She brushed her teeth and text a few more quick messages to her Mom, ending with 'Night' She looked down at the burnt orange polish on her toes as she wiggled them. She smiled as she climbed into bed, curling up behind Dan. It had been a long time since Joan had shared a bed with a man. She was nervous, a bit tentative to touch him. But, her thoughts were now snowballing, becoming more and more Abby like.  So many memories with this man were coming to her. Just putting her hand on his hip triggered a million more. She closed her eyes and let them all wash over her. Her eyes fluttered as her mind simply raced. Complex changes occurred in her brain. New pathways forged. New skills developed. Old ways were overwritten. Every single relationship changed perspective. Joan slumped forward, falling asleep, overwhelmed by her physical, mental and emotional change. Abby drove to her Mom's condo numb. On autopilot she finds herself in the garage and walking into the condo like a zombie. She fumbled with her phone. Typing with just her index finger now instead of her usual flying thumbs, she let Joan know she was home. Abby slumped on the sofa; knees apart, hands slack at her sides, mouth slightly open. She was simply exhausted, she didn't want to move, probably couldn't have if she tried. Her eyes fluttered, her chest and stomach rose and fell as she breathed in and out. Abby was helpless but to watch the entirety of her Mom's life play out to her.  At first, it was like watching a movie, a third person perspective but not for very long. Soon, it became a first person perspective complete with feelings and emotions, sounds and smells; absolutely immersive. Abby's mind was rewiring itself, rewriting itself as if she really were Joan all along. Every relationship changed perspective to her. Her emotions, thoughts and feelings changed. Her personality changed. Skills left her, replaced by different, varying elements and new pathways. Abby's head drooped as she fell asleep right there on the sofa. She dipped over and lay down, physically and mentally overwhelmed, her older body craving rest. Abby awoke cold in the dark. Confused and puzzled, foggy headed but clearing "Oh Jeez…I fell asleep on my couch!" She realized sitting up. She stood and instinctively flexed her artificial knee like she always did when it hadn't moved in a while. She had to use the bathroom. At her age, Abby always woke up at least once a night. Something felt off to her though as she made her way down the hall "I must have been having a dream" she mumbled to herself in the dark, quiet condo. "This isn't a fucking dream!" Abby heard in her daughter's voice in her head as she sat down in the bathroom. She shook her head "dreaming about Abby" she thought feeling annoyed about her daughter and her attitude. Always that "I'm cooler than you Mom. You don't know, you've never really understood me…I'm so edgy and hip" Abby thought about her daughter "But I love my granddaughters so much I will do anything for them…and I love my daughter too of course. I had my own issues with my parents…they came from the depression and never understood me either…just the cycle of life" Abby crawled into her warm bed and was soon out. Alarms went off…still dark outside but time for the day. Joan turned off her phone alarm and sat up in bed momentarily before swinging her bare legs out. Black shorts and a white tank top on, she padded to the bathroom to start her morning routine. "Oh yes!" Joan heard her Mom's voice inside her head which kind of freaked her out but she wrote it off and brushed her teeth. She showered but something felt just a bit off. She lingered in the shower, she was proud of her body; proud that she had lost all of her baby weight. She felt like dressing a little nicer today than usual. Joan did her hair and makeup, emphasizing her eyebrows and eyes. She pulled out a skirt. Most days she wore pants but today just felt different. A black skirt and black boots along with a navy blue top. She got her daughters up and moving. Dan helped get them moving as well. Dan took their oldest to school on his way to work while Joan took their younger one to preschool. Her Mom would pick her up at noon and have her through the afternoon. Joan went through her very normal routine like it was hers and hers alone. A few stray thoughts about how well her knee felt wandered in…"weird huh" she thought. "Luckily, Dan gets to deal with my Mother" she thought as she went into work. Her husband picked up their daughter on his way home from work. She went up and keyed in the door code, made her way to her desk and signed in. She responded to emails about her ongoing projects, ran her usual morning reports and got to work. Her eyes and hands worked in tandem; Joan was a highly skilled and regarded graphic designer. She crossed her ankles underneath her as she settled into work. Abby's morning was much more leisurely. She was retired, she woke up early anyway but didn't feel any pressure or deadlines. She needed to be at her granddaughter's preschool at 12. Abby got up and adjusted her mismatched pj's with a chuckle. She slipped her feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and shuffled to the kitchen for coffee. As she turned on the Today Show and settled in with her drink, she just had this odd feeling like something was off. She couldn't put her finger on what it was though, just a nagging feeling way deep down that something was wrong. She put it aside and got on her tablet to check in online.  She kept thinking about her daughter though. Like whatever was off had to do with her.  Abby made her way to the bathroom to get ready. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. She smirked at it. Her messy blonde hair and still puffy face…wrinkles but not too bad for 62 Abby thought until she stopped. "There's that weird feeling again!" Abby looked down at herself really searching for the why behind this odd feeling. Slowly she put out her hands. "No…" Abby shut her eyes and concentrated hard on last night. Her daughter's house…why…her house? Standing perfectly still she could feel her body moving, growing somehow. One word came up in her head "Curse" But then she lost her concentration. It was so close, right at the front of her brain. Instead of torturing herself, Abby stripped down and turned on the shower, standing there naked as it heated up, she ran her hands over her hips and ass, feeling her own flesh and body. Standing under the water, letting the warmth run over her body, Abby lathered up. A tickle rose up in her stomach and it fluttered. She laughed at herself "Where is all this coming from?!"  She dried off and got ready, doing her hair and minimal makeup to smooth out her color. She brushed her teeth and got dressed. A comfy sweater and tan pants, socks and slip on canvas shoes. She ran a few errands and went to pick up her granddaughter from school. She got excited and started waving seeing her come to the door.  Abby found herself talking in a falsetto voice, overemphasizing everything the 3 year old said or did. She heard her daughter's scolding voice in her head, Abby disapproved of her over the top antics but she didn't care, that's what being a grandma was all about; being goofy, being the one who could, no, should spoil the kids. They played and sang and danced and watched kids shows until Dan arrived. Dan gave her a look seeing how wound up the girl was; not that he didn't expect it every time. She liked her son in-law. He was a good guy and ran decent interference between her and her daughter.  After Dan had left, Abby was exhausted. She sat and a random thought popped into her head that made her blush "What if I were married to Dan if I were his age instead of being his Mother in law?" Abby's jaw dropped at her own thoughts but yet, it brought back that feeling from the morning. Joan finished up and went home, tired but knowing that her day was nowhere near done. Dinner and the night routine took over. Spending time with her kids, then her husband and texting with her friends as she relaxed after the kids were in bed. The next two days, a Thursday and Friday both went by routinely. Friday night after the kids were asleep, Joan gave a knowing look to her husband. Dan was more than ready. Joan had dressed up for work the last 3 days. He didn't know why but he had to admit that seeing her in dresses had really turned him on. Joan, for her part, had been aching for an opportunity to be with her husband. She had really just been in the mood. She went down on him immediately, sucking and working him over. She was rewarded with the spot on top of him, easing her pussy down over his massive dick. She gasped, it felt so good having him inside her. They got into rhythm, picking up speed until he came inside her. Seconds later, she came too. It felt so good. They continued making out like kids; their hands and mouths just couldn't get enough. They fell asleep in each other's arms. Abby had gone through her week balancing her babysitting with her volunteer work and her social schedule with her friends.  That feeling never quite went away. She kept hearing Abby's sarcasm bubble up inside her, especially during her dinner with her friend Patty. Abby hated Patty, she thought she was super annoying. Abby had a great dinner with her yet throughout, she kept sensing what Abby would say, some snarky, smart ass response. Also, for reasons unknown to her, she had been really worked up and easily aroused the last few days. On Thursday morning, she had taken a bath and took care of herself. Her vision blurred due to the intensity of her orgasm as she lay in the bath, her pink toes pressed down hard against the far side of the tub. On Friday night after dinner, she took a second bath. "Dang…you'd think you were half your age with all these feelings" she teased herself, drying off on wobbly, weak legs. Saturday was busy for everyone for different reasons. Joan and Dan went to bed around 9, both tired. Joan was drifting off when suddenly, her eyes popped wide open "Oh Shit!" Abby was on her sofa, curled up with a good book. She was tired but wanted to finish up the next chapter. She had just closed it and glanced up at the clock 9:27. She shivered from head to toe "Oh Shit!" Joan slipped out of bed softly, yet urgently. She tiptoed out the door and down the hall, bouncing through the kitchen to the stairs to the basement. Once downstairs, she whipped out her phone and even though her hands were trembling, she pulled up her Mom's contact and text 'Holy Shit! We switched bodies like the curse said…now it's time to switch back!' Abby stood up, her stomach flipped and she felt numb. Her phone went off 'Abby'. She read it and it all came back to her, crashing down, everything. "Oh God. Ohmygod!" She said in her nasal New Jersey accented voice. The embarrassment. The mortifying acknowledgment of how she had been, who she had been for the last 4 days. How natural she had felt.  'Oh jeez…once I switch back, I'll drive over' Abby managed to text back thinking about Tuesday night now clearly. Joan read the text. She had taken off her clothes. She took several deep breaths as she felt her body begin to revert back. Abby stood frozen in place in the middle of the room. Her face was beet red. Even if only she knew…she knew. She knew what she had done, how she had acted "This is definitely a fucking curse!" She yelled at the sky. The tingling started up followed by the trembling and twitching "At least I'm changing back" she muttered in her Mom's voice "But apparently this is going to keep happening to us…next full moon. I'm back to this!" She looked down at herself in this body. She felt her lips go numb first. The last thing to change was now the first as her lip parted and she felt her teeth shift in her gums. Her tongue pressed against the backs of her teeth, feeling them widen and grow, straighten and strengthen. Abby's lips pushed out, smoothing out the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth. She had kept a pair of her glasses in the drawer of the side table. She stepped that way and her feet slipped out of her slippers. She stumbled and caught herself, feeling a jolt in her artificial right knee. She muttered and mumbled reaching for the drawer. Her nose was changing, her cheeks were lifting and firming up. Her ears were shrinking, her chin and jawline reshaped. Abby could feel her face shifting and moving as it changed back into her own. She held onto the frames as her forehead spread and smoothed. Her eyebrows itched as they filled out. Abby's eyes watered. She felt the skin puffing up, filling back out as her eyes grew larger. She blinked incessantly as her own eyes returned. Her vision blurred as they turned from blue to her natural brown and she slid her glasses on. As her eyes adjusted, her hair began to change. It grew darker and restyled to a style suitable to a woman in her mid 30s as opposed to her 60s. As it grew out, the skin on her neck pulled taut. Abby was deflating; slimming down as muscle returned and fat disappeared. "Oh thank God!" She sighed seeing her stomach shrinking. She could feel her ass lifting up and hips pulling inward. Her panties and pants loosened as now her thighs joined in and trimmed. Abby jerked as her back tightened and pulled in tightly. She grimaced slightly as she shrank an inch in height but the excess fat on her upper back and sides sucked in as well making it worth it. Smooth skin glistened as muscle tone rejuvenated. Abby felt better; stronger, more energetic. She hadn't realized how tired she was getting, the little aches and pains associated with her Mom's body and age had felt natural to her. Now that they were lessening, she realized how many there were. Getting her own ass back felt great. She shivered at the thought of the fatter one she had hauled around. Her hips slimmed, her thighs and calves trimmed back up into shape as her stomach continued changing shape, getting smaller and flatter. Abby jerked and spasmed as her shoulders yanked backwards and she thrust out her chest. She grit her teeth as an intense wave of heat rippled through her chest.  Abby strained to see her chest. The skin pulled taut and the color stabilized as her breasts shrank down but also perked up. Her nipples shrank and sent a spine tingling sensation that made her mouth water and her toes curl. She was heating up internally. She took in a very deep breath as her lower abdomen throbbed. Warmth radiated outward as her vitality and fertility returned to her.  Like a furnace kicking on, her uterus revitalized, her ovaries filled up, her DNA returned to her own as her sexual organs shifted and reverted back to her own. She shuddered and shivered as her clit popped. Abby's flabby upper arms trimmed back up, pleasing her more than it should. Old lady arms really bothered her. The bright pink polish on her fingers and toes swirled into a kaleidoscope before her fingernails turned light gray and her toenails became burnt orange. She splayed her fingers out as the backs of her hands smoothed out and plumped up. The wrinkles lessened, most vanished just leaving the normal ones at her knuckles as her fingers slimmed and became her own again.  Abby looked down and lifted her toes as her feet slid against the carpet as they shrank down and narrowed. Her soles thinned, her heels healed, her toes straightened, her nails trimmed and thinned, all reshaping into her own familiar feet. She shifted her weight and her lounge pants drooped and the bottoms pooled over the tops of her feet. Quickly, she bunched up the left side of her pants in her fist and grabbed her Mom's phone, purse and keys. She slipped her feet into a pair of now roomy canvas sneakers and headed to the car. Abby drove across town No stupid selfies came through as she drove and parked on the street. 'Side door' she text her own phone. She was already out of the car and walking briskly up to the house. She stood at the door and saw her Mom's silhouette on the other side unlocking and letting her in. They eyed each other momentarily before Abby came in and shivered. Joan was in her robe, holding it closed at her chest. Joan started smirking, she was barely holding in a gale of laughter. The smirk became a smile as Abby shuffled past her. Abby looked around and in an angry tone through clenched teeth whispered loudly "Basement! Now!" She slipped out of her Mom's shoes, hiked up her Mom's loose lounge pants and went down the stairs. She was waiting by Dan's Bowflex machine as Joan leisurely made her way down.  The robe was a bit small on her, but it did its job. "OK. You proved whatever point you wanted I suppose. What the Hell are we going to do about this?!" "I have absolutely no idea" Joan replied passively.  Abby glared at her Mom, her eyes wide. "What?! What do you want me to say? I didn't do this! I am just as much a victim of this curse as you are. I didn't ask for this" "It's so weird! I can't just keep turning into you every full moon! No! I think we need to go and find that stupid bitch and make her undo this! That's what I think" Joan shrugged. "If you think it will work" "I have to try" Abby said. "We have to try if you're such a victim" "You are so full of yourself" Joan thought but she simply crossed her arms and blinked and said "Settle down. It's over now" That only made Abby mad again ""But it's not over! Don't you see? In like 3 and a half weeks, I'll turn back into you again!" Joan just sighed. "Didn't you think it was a bit strange? Did you…did you, God I don't know how to say this…did you, um, really think you were me the whole time?" She was blushing. Joan leaned forward interested but she didn't answer right away. Abby huffed "These days. I didn't think or act like myself. I thought of myself as my daughter…I acted like you. I thought like you would or, like you do. I was totally you" "Oh…I get what you're saying. Yes. To put it that way…yes, I absolutely thought I was you.  I mean, I knew your job. I knew all your passwords and things like that. I guess I never did think of myself as myself. I was…well, I was Abigail" "Shit! That's what I was afraid of!" Abby sat down on the workout bench; her knees together, her feet lifted up on the balls. Her feet bounced, she leaned forward. Joan stood by, not sure exactly what to say. Abby stood back up "We both need to think about this, but tomorrow, we're going to go for a little drive towards the lake and Madame Onyx's store" "Okay" Joan replied. Abby started to undress and Joan let the robe open. Abby grabbed a pair of underwear from the laundry along with a tank top. She was quiet as she put them on. Joan dressed in the clothes Abby had worn over. They wordlessly made their way back up and Joan left. Abby stood in her kitchen as confused as ever. Joan drove home in a mess of emotions. Smiling, singing along to the 70s on 7,  reflecting on just what exactly she had done the last 4 days in her daughter's body.  The skills she had, the conversations she had, the clothes she had worn, the sex she had with Dan. She blushed and felt flustered. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel "But I was Abby" she said to herself. "I wasn't in my own mind…I was in hers" She got home and couldn't sleep. She simply sat and wrote out in longhand her thoughts and memories of the last few days. It was well past 2 before she drifted off into a fitful sleep. Abby sat at her dining room table. Her thumbs flew as she journalled her feelings, thoughts and memories of being her Mother. Thousands of words flowed out of her. She had to express herself somehow. She couldn't tell anyone except her Mom. No one would believe her. Her embarrassment welled up so many times. Acting like her, having her personality, having her voice, having her friends and social life and God, having her body. That she had masterbated in her Mom's body. She had experienced an orgasm as her Mother. She had rubbed her Mom's clit, inserted fingers inside…"But I WAS her. I wasn't myself at all! I was Joan for all intents and purposes! I had her mind! There was nothing me about me at that point" Abby had every possible thought and emotion raging inside her but, justification was coming to her. An acceptance was coming. She was still mortified. She was dreading the next time. She had to reason with Onyx. Abby went to bed and hugged on her husband. She didn't sleep well; she kept replaying the last few days over and over and over. She appreciated her time with her daughters in the morning, but at around 11. She said she had to run an errand with her Mom. No one questioned her. Abby's stomach flipped, pulling into her Mom's driveway and seeing her come out unleashed a flood of emotions.  Joan's smiling face beamed as she walked out to the car. Abby knew what it felt like to walk like that. How the feet felt, the knee, hips…her ass. The swing of the arms, the move of the torso, the swish of the hair tickling her ears. Abby could feel it all now. Joan was anxious. Anxious about seeing her own daughter. There was just something else about it now; something more, something so much deeper.  Her stomach flipped seeing her sitting behind the wheel. She saw her resting face, her hands gripping the wheel and she could just simply out herself in that place so easily, in that body. It had been hers. "Good morning…how ya doing?" Joan asked getting in. Abby rolled her eyes and scoffed "I slept like shit last night" "Me too" Joan admitted. They drove for a bit in silence "Hey…I know this is all so super weird. There is literally nothing we can say to make this not awkward so, we just need to acknowledge that and still talk to each other, continue to be with each other and keep up like always as best we can" Joan said. "Yeah I know" Abby agreed, nodding "it's just…I don't know! Being you! You being me! I'm just having a hard time right now wrapping my head around this" They talked about their initial vacation trip and then some of the details of the most recent days. Neither admitted either of their sexual feelings or adventures. They rounded a bend and saw the McDonald's and the old house across the road. Abby pulled into the gravel lot and got out quickly. Abby went in first. The door slipped out her hand and slammed shut even before Joan got to the door. Joan opened it softly and slipped in. Abby turned and looked at her Mom and by the time she swung back around, she gasped and jumped as Madame Onyx had entered the room. "Well look who decided to show up" she looked directly at Abby "Hello Joan" Abby gave her a half disgusted half fake amused look at the joke. "Yes, haha, thanks to you and that's what we're here about" "Well I seriously doubted you just decided to stop in for tea" "You've made your point" Abby said. "I get it. She gets it. Please stop this" Madame Onyx smirked incredulously "No" she snapped and walked away. Abby's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.  Madame Onyx made her way across the room to a rocking chair. She sat, crossed her scrawny, bony legs and lit a cigarette. She took a long drag off it and blew out smoke "What part of curse don't you get honey?" She stared at Abby. "It doesn't just end after 1 time…" she shook her head "Are you nuts? You don't get out of this that easy and you don't get a say in it. Simple as that" "But that's not…I can't. I can't just keep switching bodies with her" Abby was flustered. "Yes you can and yes you will. You don't get to show up and Karen your way out of this. You don't come in here acting like you'll just speak to the manager!" She burst out laughing at her. "Listen honey; I ain't your Fairy fucking Godmother Cinderella! I'm not your Genie. I'm more like Loki" Abby sucked in her lips nervously. "What? Not going like you planned? You plotted out some movie like speech and you're not getting the chance to say it and now you're figuring out that I'm not going to change my mind, I'm not going to do what you want and you're wasting your time" Abby drew in a deep breath. Madame Onyx continued smoking "Push your luck…see how it goes. If you complain one more time, I will make it go longer. Or I will keep something swapped the whole time between you two" she saw Abby's eyes narrow "Hey! If you're not careful, maybe you'll find yourself swapping with me instead of your Mom" Madame Onyx laughed a gravelly sound even as she kept the cigarette between her lips. Abby shot her Mom a frantic look but Joan was completely flustered. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Although I wouldn't mind looking like you one bit" Madame Onyx rose to her feet. "Now I suggest you drive home, enjoy the next 3 or so weeks, and then, enjoy those 4 days as her" she flicked a thumb at Joan "Because this is your life now and you're going to get used to it" she was chuckling as she left the room. Abby was frozen. She couldn't speak or move. Her trip had been a disaster. She threw her hands up, shook her head and stomped out to her car. Joan took a deep breath and quietly but quickly followed her. They had driven 15 minutes back before Joan said anything. Abby had stared out the front window breathing through her nose, her jaw set. "I know it's frustrating. I know it's awkward. I honestly know that there is absolutely nothing I can say to make it better right now" Joan said. Abby waited a moment "I'm mad. It's like I have no control over my body or mind. At points in time, my body and mind are going to turn into yours. Does that make me you or me in your body? What happens if something happens to one of us while we're switched? What if we don't switch back one time? These are all questions going through my head right now. Oh, and thanks for stepping up and helping out back there. Real talkative you were" Joan blushed "I'm sorry! I felt ambushed and I froze! You two, well mostly her, you were going at it and before I knew it, it was out of control!" Joan sat back and let Abby pout. Her eyes kept pulling her way though. Joan kept stealing glances. Despite trying not to, she was already thinking about being her daughter again in a few weeks time. She didn't want to stare, but out of the corner of her eyes, she looked at Abby's right thigh, hip, side, arm and hand.  She would glimpse up and get the side profile and hair.  The radio played on. Joan was a bit surprised that 70s on 7 was on and Abby was softly singing along to Waterloo by ABBA. She didn't realize that she even knew the words. Over the next three weeks, Abby vasicillated back and forth between dread and acceptance, telling herself that it wasn't actually going to happen to almost asking her Mom for a spare set of her clothes to stash at the house. They talked about it but not in depth. They had checked calendars and were figuring that they would swap on Sunday. They had a wedding to go to though on Saturday. An all in one affair at a Country Club, the service would be immediately followed by the reception.
Wrongfully In My Sister's Place by VIII-Bit, literature
Literature
Wrongfully In My Sister's Place
“It’s not what it looks like-” Laurence panicked, trying to cover his sister’s gaze with his hands.
“How can it be anything but what it looks like, ?” Kitty asked skeptically, “You’re wearing women’s underwear. My underwear to be specific. I gotta ask, what are you doing?”
Laurence blushed, holding his head in his hands as he realised he had finally been caught. The question in his mind was what he was going to tell her.
“Well, um,” he mumbled, “I just, uh, curiosity got the better of me and I had to know. I saw these sitting on ya-your bed uh-and I-”
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What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.
Just wanting some treatment! by HollyMollyTFTales, literature
Literature
Just wanting some treatment!
Dan seethed with anger as he watched the staff at the bustling theme park grant special privileges to a pregnant lady who had cut ahead of him in line. His frustration peaked as he muttered some disparaging words under his breath. "Unbelievable," he thought to himself, feeling a potent mixture of irritation and injustice. He couldn't fathom why this woman was getting preferential treatment when he had been waiting patiently for what felt like an eternity. Infuriated, Dan couldn't hold back any longer and resorted to calling her a "disgusting fat cow." His comment reverberated through the air, and he could feel the eyes of other visitors upon him. After a few moments of heated exchange with the woman, Dan, in a fit of anger, decided to storm off in search of a different attraction where he could escape the mounting annoyance. But his escape was cut short by a bizarre and unsettling sensation. As he walked away from the line, an inexplicable warmth began to tingle at his lower back
"So what do you suggest we do about him," said George, "Isn't it obvious? We have to help him become whatever he wants to be" said his mom, just don't be too critical of him, it looks like Sandra is trying to help him too so at least we have that on our side, don't screw this up George, or I'll never forgive you" George knew he was skating on thin ice, but if his son wanted to be a girl then he would be the only male in the house, even the dog was female. "Are you girls ready yet?" Said their mom "Almost ready mom just checking our make up" said Sandra, Sandra and Becky made their way downstairs, with Becky holding on to the wall because of the heels she was now wearing, "Oh look how pretty they both are" "George stop staring its not polite" said Carol, "Im so sorry Becky I was just thinking how lucky I was to be taking out three beautiful women" Becky rolled her eyes at Sandra. "Not dressed like that your not now go and get change we are going to that fancy restaurant
This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.
How I got into trouble Pt. 1 by rub-ger, literature
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How I got into trouble Pt. 1
How I got into trouble pt. 1
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There are a pair of grogeous teen girls who live next door to me. Lauren and Amy were the same age as me and we've all been through school together. As we have grown up and hit our teens, I've found myself sexual attracted to the girls, and they also felt the same way. During our early teens we spent most of the time doing the "You show yours, I'll show mine" situations, but never had sex.
One night I went over to their house to watch some movies. Their mother was out that night, and I had a guess
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Jacked Announcement (Jack-O-Lantern Head-Swap) by Monkey-Scientist, literature
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Jacked Announcement (Jack-O-Lantern Head-Swap)
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Honeymoon anniversary part one by Alexnicu, literature
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Honeymoon anniversary part one
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A Witch's Tribute - WG and Stuffing by Blingboi456, literature
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A Witch's Tribute - WG and Stuffing
(Based off of an obscure game called Kingdoms and Castles. Witches in the game demand materials in return for spells and stuff) A big heave and then a big drop. Followed by a trotting away. The immortal yet beautiful witch leaves her small hut to be greeted by a load of foods. Breads, porks, fish, apples and even dragon meat. All there for her. Just a year ago the King of the realm had made a deal with the witch that said if the king gave her a large amount of food, the witch would provide magical protection to his land. He had held up his part of the deal, and so did she. She rose her hands up high and out came powerful green magics that dispersed in to the clouds. She got to work stewing the food up. Hurriedly she prepared the meal, before awaiting the recipient. The witch had been stuck in a long term deal of her own, having to prepare food for a powerful dragon lest she wanted to be eaten. The witch sat patiently for the beast to come from the salty seas, twirling her silky long brown hair and flipping her hat. Hours past, long after the dragon was supposed to come. Yet she sits there bored. Finally the dragon arrives, but not how she has expects. Its corpse washes up on the shore, seemingly having died of old age. The witch pokes and prodes at the beast, waiting for it to stir. Yet it just rots in response. The lady cheers happily at the site of its corpse. She was no longer bound by the evil beast's deal and no longer lived in of it. But now she had a massive pot of magically tasty stew with no one to share it too. It was obviously expendable to the King, since he gave it to her. So the citizens of the Kingdom won't need it. The though of having it all to herself was pleasing. And she decided to take a pot. She tasted her work and instantly fell in love. The taste was perfect, heavenly and almost addicting. She quickly sculled down the bowl in her hands and went for a second. She slurped it down, sip by sip, until it was empty yet again. The witch hangered for another, her belly audibly sloshing. By her third bowl, it was starting to feel tight. In her desperation for more, the witch casted a spell right into her belly. Her stomach instantly let up, enough room for maybe the entire pot. Her eyes lit up as she realised she could go for a fourth. And a fifth. And a sixth. By her eleventh, her belly was swollen past that of a 9 month pregnant woman, swaying and wobbling like a balloon. She couldn't help but eat and eat it. The enormous weight was starting to way her down and she simply casted it off like it was nothing. The stew was barely even finished even after eleventh servings. The witch was enamoured by the taste, almost captured by it. Serving after serving, adding to the ocean within her. Her belly shook and rippled as she greedily chugged a bowl of it and shuddered as she sighed in relief after each one. Half way through the bowl, the witch had a midsection larger than a house. The ingredients over time had gathered close to the bottom, making it stronger the further she got through the meal. Now it gave off pure pleasure, sexual even. She moaned and groaned with each slurp and suck, enjoying it like the sex she never had. By the next day, she was a slob. An empty cauldron and a full witch laid next to eachother. The swollen witch laid pleasured, bitting her lip in arousal. She played and slapped her gigantic belly, moaning with each ripple. The witch was satisfied.