I wish I had your problems An Anonymous Amulet Story
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Wishful Thinking: An Anonymous Amulet Story
By Jenny North
Chastity MacNichols had a problem.
Well, technically, two problems.
Three, if you counted her boyfriend.
Steve was a manipulative, self-centered, womanizing creep. So, okay, she
couldn't exactly prove the "womanizing" part, but she sure as hell suspected it.
It wouldn't be hard, what with him photographing those made-up little tramps all
the time. And after everything she had done for him!
Chastity took a deep breath and adjusted her seat belt again over her other two
problems... her recently enhanced breasts. She knew it had been a stupid idea,
but Steve had managed to convince her how getting implants would make her feel
more attractive...more desirable. Certainly she was attractive before, but her
"not-quite-a-B-cup" figure was an area she felt a little insecurity about, and
Steve had used that insecurity to talk her into getting exactly what he wanted.
Against her better judgment, he had even managed to negotiate her into getting
D-cups, telling her how she'd be able to cover them up at work if she wanted to.
Then, to top it off, he fed her some B.S. line about "sexual empowerment" which
she swallowed hook, line and sinker.
At first, she thought it was odd that Steve knew a doctor friend who could
perform the operation. She had more reason to be suspicious when she woke up
from the operation with beach balls on her chest.
Well, not really... but they certainly seemed that way when she first saw them.
The doctor was very comforting, telling her that the swelling would go down in a
few days--which it did--but she still found herself shopping for double-D bras
that tended to fit a bit too snugly for her liking. She accused Steve of somehow
arranging all this with his doctor friend, but with no proof, she had to take
him at his word.
She was mostly concerned about how her new bustline might affect how she was
perceived at work. Chastity had sacrificed a great deal to become the regional
marketing director at her company, and was concerned that something like this
might compromise the professional image she had worked so hard to develop. As
she pulled into her parking space for the first time since the operation, she
hoped that the minimizing bra and double-breasted jacket would help to conceal
her new figure. At the very least, she hoped she could rely on the discretion of
her co-workers to not make a big deal out of it.
Suffice to say that the changes did not go unnoticed.
*****
Steve rolled out of bed late, as was his custom. He had an appointment to do a
photo shoot that afternoon at his studio with that model he liked--what was her
name? Tiffany? Crystal? Whatever... it wasn't her name he was interested in. He
smiled to himself as he planned out the afternoon's activities.
After a quick shower, the fair-haired photographer jogged out to his car,
plowing almost headlong into the mailman. If he had been paying attention, he
might have noted that this wasn't the usual carrier, but he rarely noticed such
things. Instead, he barely acknowledged the man as he accepted his mail and
drove off to the studio.
Stopping for a traffic light, Steve noticed the small package on top of the
bills and flyers. Tearing it open, he found a small medallion on a chain, rather
like an amulet. Strangely, there was no note or card, and no return address on
the package. As he held it up to inspect the trinket, he noticed that the amulet
was curious in its design, intricate but...
The blaring of the horn behind him jolted him back to reality. Casually flipping
off the other driver, he hit the gas and tucked the amulet into his shirt pocket
for later examination.
*****
That evening, a silver sedan pulled into the parking lot outside Steve's studio,
its sole occupant on the verge of tears. Chastity Lynn MacNichols, youngest
regional director for Harper & Davis and graduate cum laude from Harvard
Business School, had just had the worst day of her life.
After attempting to regain some of her composure, she stepped from the car,
pausing as she saw an attractive woman with tousled blonde hair walking out of
the building. She stared daggers at the other woman as their paths crossed, but
the blonde just gave her a funny little smile and walked on.
"There goes one of his overstuffed bimbos now," Chastity thought to herself
darkly. Then, remembering what she now looked like, she quickly suppressed the
thought and stormed inside. Throwing open the door, she spotted her soon-to-be-
former boyfriend removing a camera from its mount. He actually had the nerve to
look surprised.
"Chastity! What a pleasant..."
She was having none of it. "Who was that?"
"Who? You mean Amber? She's just a model. She and I were..."
"I think I know what you were doing," she said indignantly. She folded her arms
across her chest, and was again reminded of the new obstructions. "You were
just..." Her voice trailed off as she saw his eyes drop down to her chest.
"Stop looking at them!" she screamed.
Steve drew back, startled. "Geez, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"Oh, SURE, you didn't," she said sarcastically, an emotional edge creeping into
her voice. Then, throwing open her jacket, "Here! Take a good look! Why not?
It's what everybody else wants!"
Steve had the presence of mind to avoid looking at the impressive display she
was putting on for him and forced himself to maintain eye contact. "Oh, baby, is
that what this is about?" He drew nearer to her. "You're just feeling a little
self-conscious, that's all..."
"Don't patronize me!" she warned, as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "I
don't... I'm not..." Then, anger gave way to tears as her pent-up emotions
finally got the best of her. Gradually, she allowed him to put his arms around
her as the sobs wracked her body. "I hate these things," she sniffled
helplessly.
He held her for a while, pulling away after she had calmed down somewhat. "Here.
I've got something for you," he said, taking the amulet from his pocket and
fastening it around her neck.
She lifted the amulet from her bosom to examine it more closely. "Great," she
said ruefully, "something else to draw attention to my chest."
He smiled comfortingly. "There, you see? That's not so bad, is it?"
She pulled away from his touch. "You don't know what it's like, the constant
stares, the constant teasing..."
"They're teasing you?"
"Oh, not to my face--they don't have the guts to do that--but I can see the
little looks they give me. Some of them even started putting extra emphasis on
the last part of my name, calling me 'Chas-Titty!'"
"You're imagining things."
"No, I'm not! While I was in one of the stalls in the ladies' room, I overheard
Brenda from sales call me 'Chesty McKnockers!'"
Steve smiled in spite of himself.
"Stop laughing! This isn't funny! Nobody is taking me seriously anymore! After
all I've accomplished, after everything I've done, now as far as they're all
concerned, I'm just a walking pair of tits!" Reaching into her purse, she pulled
out a lacy garment and threw it at him. "Look what they put in my office!"
Steve fumbled with the brassiere and held it up by the straps, revealing that it
was made for an impossibly well-endowed woman. The enormous fabric cups seemed
more appropriate for transporting watermelons than for use as an undergarment.
He had never seen anything like it in his life.
"Well, look on the bright side," he said playfully, holding the baggy cups
against her chest, "next to the woman who wears this, you'd look positively
flat-chested."
She smiled slightly. "Assuming that she was even able to stand upright, that is.
And she'd probably have a terrible backache."
He returned her smile. "I bet it would be worth it."
"Oh, yeah? I wish YOU had to wear this, wise-ass!"
*****
Chastity felt a sudden rush of confused disorientation. When she regained her
senses, she found herself looking down at a familiar-looking brunette with
ridiculously large breasts. Still in shock, the buxom newcomer took a small step
back and lost her footing, landing roughly on her ample bottom. Her improbable
bosom bounced in response to the sudden motion, now bare after apparently having
torn its way out of the blouse she had been wearing.
The girl slowly looked down at her titanic breasts, touching them gently as
though they were foreign objects. Panic stricken, she looked up at Chastity.
"What... how...."
Chastity reached down to help the girl, stopping as she noticed that her own
hand had changed. It was larger than it should have been, and less delicate-
looking. Her forearms were hairy, leading up to the rolled-up sleeves of the
man's shirt she found herself wearing. Steve's shirt, she realized. As she
looked down at her now flat-chested masculine body, she saw that she was wearing
the outfit that Steve had on just a moment ago. Then, looking again at the huge-
chested girl on the floor, it suddenly dawned on her why she had seemed so
familiar... it was her own face!
Silence filled the room as the two stared open-mouthed at each other. Chastity
found her voice first. "Steve?"
Steve nodded slowly, and then looked down again at his enormous breasts,
completely dumbfounded. He grabbed at them roughly as if trying to pull them
from his chest, and then stopped suddenly as something else occurred to him. His
hands darted down to his crotch, fumbling with his skirt as he felt his changed
anatomy.
"Oh, God! This... this... can't be happening... it's some kind of trick, some
kind of... OOPS!" Steve pitched back suddenly as he tripped over his skirt,
landing flat on his back this time. He struggled to right himself, but the
weight of his gigantic breasts worked against him, causing him to writhe about
like a turtle on its back.
Chastity couldn't help but giggle at the spectacle, although in her current form
it came out as more of a chuckle. The helpless Steve stopped writhing to glare
at his former girlfriend, craning his neck to see over the fleshy obstructions.
"Damn it, this isn't funny! Help me!"
Chastity reached down to help him to his feet, marveling at the changes that had
been made to her former body. He was now wearing the suit that she had worn to
work, although the blouse had been torn open by the greatly expanded breasts.
For her own part, it appeared that she had been placed in Steve's body, which
had apparently remained otherwise unchanged. Inexplicably, she seemed to still
be wearing the amulet that Steve had given her, even though she was now
technically in his body.
Steve walked carefully over to the couch, his arms wrapped around his giant
breasts to restrain their jiggling motion. As he plopped himself down, he again
felt their full weight pressed against him and realized he might have trouble
getting up again.
Chastity stood in front of the couch, a curious smile forming on her lips as she
took in the sight of her former boyfriend trapped in that ridiculous body. She
could hardly consider it hers anymore, given its new appearance. "So... what
now, lover?" she asked.
"What do you mean, 'what now?' We figure out how to change back, of course! I
can't go around looking like this! God, look at these things! I can hardly
move!" He tried unsuccessfully to cover his chest with the torn blouse he was
wearing, and whimpered in displeasure as he examined his impressive cleavage.
Chastity nodded in agreement, but she was quietly taking stock in the appearance
of the young woman in front of her. Even without the freakishly large breasts,
she realized that the girl was hardly a commanding presence. Her outburst seemed
more whining than forceful, and she had never really noticed before now how her
face made that cute little pout when she was angry. She quietly wondered how
many promotions that had cost her...
Steve didn't notice Chastity's distracted demeanor. "How did this happen,
anyway? We gotta figure this out! It all started when you threw that stupid bra
at me..."
Chastity unconsciously fingered the amulet, her face taking a faraway look. It
wasn't like she had all that much of a social life anyway, she thought. She
looked at Steve again, still in the middle of his tirade, oblivious to her lack
of interest. Had her voice always been that squeaky?
Steve looked at her with an expression of annoyed petulance. "Chastity! Are you
even listening to me?"
"Hmmm? Oh, sure... the bra... here it is..." she said distractedly, picking up
the lacy garment. She certainly wouldn't miss having to wear these things
anymore, she thought to herself.
"No! It can't have been the bra! I was holding it when you made that stupid
wish...it must have been something else...." He then noticed the amulet she was
touching, still around her neck. "The amulet! Give it here!"
Chastity turned, her full attention now riveted on the determined- looking
Steve. She closed her hand reflexively around the medallion. "Just... just wait
a second..."
"Whaddaya mean, 'wait a second'?!? Chastity, give me that amulet!" Steve tried
to jump up from his seat, but failed as the weight of his enormous breasts held
him back. She took a step back as he again tried to extract himself from the
couch. "Give... nngh... give it here!"
"No!" she cried, looking around in a panic.
Throwing his weight to one side, Steve managed to roll himself off the couch and
lunged for her, falling to his hands and knees. Chastity raced for the bathroom
door.
"Hey... wait! Come back here!" he yelled as she yanked the door closed behind
her.
Steve forced himself upright and hurried to the door, his breasts bouncing
wildly as he ran. He reached the locked door just in time to hear the toilet
flush. His face went pale as he realized what she had done.
As the door opened, he forced his way past her into the small room with his
gigantic tits leading the way. The abrupt motion caused their weight to shift
suddenly, knocking him off balance and sending him sprawling to the bathroom
floor.
"Oh God, oh God..." he repeated over and over as he knelt before the empty
toilet bowl, his large nipples becoming erect as they pressed against the cold
porcelain. He wept as his long hair fell around his angelic face, imagining the
life laid out before him as a huge-breasted woman, relegated to being a whore, a
stripper, or an adult film actress who went by the name of "Chesty McKnockers."
Chastity also stopped to consider the life that was now laid out for her, and a
slow smile formed on her handsome young face.
The End
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