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I Met Her...
By JRD
I met her at a strip bar. Her name, stage name at least, was
Chesty LaBoob. She was beautiful, five foot, six inches tall,
blond, shoulder length hair, a figure to die for, and the almost
job required immense boobs. I was lucky. The most beautiful
strippers work at the 21 and over clubs. (Okay, I've snuck into a
few of those.) The bar where I met her had a non-alcohol section
for the 18-21 crowd. I was nineteen, by the way.
When she danced, I watched with rapt fascination, unable to even
offer a bill, and after she was done, my heart dropped as she
left the stage, but I was too awestruck to do anything. I just
sat dejectedly for a bit until a man told me that Chesty wanted
to see me in back. I stood, straightened myself up, and went into
the back.
I went into the dressing room and saw a small bunch of girls, but
when my eyes landed on her, the others ceased to matter. I walked
up to her. Her back was turned away from me. I cleared my throat.
She turned and smiled.
I could barely ask, "You wanted to see me?"
She said, "Yes, I wanted to meet the man who watched me with such
open admiration."
"Certainly you must get a lot of that."
"Not really. Looks of lust and envy, yes, but rarely do I get a
look anything like what you give me." She grabbed a bra. "I'm
finished here for the night. Want to go get a cup of coffee?" I
could only nod. Putting the bra on, she said, "Great. Let's go."
She pulled a light cover on, then we walked arm in arm to a local
coffee shop.
We chatted about lots of things. Her real name was Christie
Lamont. She was twenty-one. She had been a stripper since the age
of eighteen. She said it had seemed the natural choice with her
natural G cups. Her exact words. She giggled when she said it.
She didn't seem to mind that we weren't talking much about me.
After a while, I walked her back to her apartment and up to her
door. Once there, I tried to give her a peck on the cheek, but
she grabbed the back of my neck and plastered her lips to mine.
She said, "Stay here tonight."
I couldn't believe my luck. I also couldn't speak. I just nodded
and let her pull me inside. We undressed, kissed, and fondled
each other as she led me to the bedroom.
When we got in the room, she laid me on my back on the bed, and
then she got up on the bed on her knees, straddling my body. She
laid her hands on my chest, and then asked, "Do you want to try
something different, a little kinky?" I nodded. She smiled. "Get
ready for something really different."
I felt a warmth in my chest. She lifted her hands up and pulled
the flesh of my chest up with them. When her hands got to the
level of her boobs, she let go, and the flesh on my chest settled
into two very large, round balls. I had tits!
I could only stammer, "What? How did you..." and such.
She very calmly said, "Relax. I'm a sorceress. I can cast spells.
Don't worry. I can reverse it," she pressed down, returning my
chest to normal, "and I can rechange it," and she pulled up,
giving me the set of tits again.
"But why?" I nodded towards my chest.
"To have fun, silly." She started rubbing and kneading my boobs.
"Haven't you ever wondered what it'd be like to have a set?"
I moaned in lusty passion. Okay, it was weird, but so what?
She lay beside me and gently licked my nipples while rubbing my
tits. I could barely contain my passions.
I barely heard her when she said, "I made them extra sensitive
for your pleasure."
I didn't really care, but looking back, I'm not surprised. I was
nearly exploding just from having my tits licked. In fact, I did
explode, all over me and her back. She stopped licking, just
rubbing me through my orgasm.
After I came down, she reached down and took my dick in hand and
stroked it. It was pleasurable, but a bit of a let down in
comparison to the feelings from my tits, and I wanted more.
I guess my feelings must have shown, because Christie said, "You
play with them." I immediately grasped my left tit (Christie was
lying on my right arm) and winced in pain. Christie put her hand
on mine and said, "Gentle, love. I told you, I made them extra
sensitive."
I couldn't help but remember my first lover. My first reaction
when we were in bed was to go right for her tits, and she had
winced when I grabbed them. She told me not to worry about it
when I asked her about it; being a dumb ass sixteen year old, I
didn't worry about it. Now, being on the receiving end of my own
mauling, part of me wanted to call her up and apologize. I'm not
sure I really would have, but since I didn't have her number, it
was a moot point.
I took a more gentle approach with my own breast, lightly
stroking it and rubbing the nipple with one finger.
Christie told me, "Lick your own boob. That's why I made them so
big. I love watching someone lick their own teats."
I lifted my breast up and, sure enough, I could easily lick my
own nipple. Christie sat up and moved my other hand to my other
tit. I lifted it up and licked each in turn.
Christie straddled me again, this time taking my dick (so hard it
almost hurt) and sliding herself down on it. She moved up and
down on me, lifting her own breasts to lick them.
After just a bit, I dropped my own boobs and reached up to hers,
saying, "Let's trade."
She let me take her boobs, and she took mine. She lifted them up
to my mouth and I did the same for her with her boobs. We licked
our own breasts as Christie rode up and down on me. Soon she was
moaning and gasping in orgasm, and then she fell across me.
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled her onto her back with me
on top in the classic "missionary" position. I lifted my torso up
so that my breasts were just touching hers and moved up and down
on her. I suppose it looked like I was just out to get my rocks
off and fuck her with my dick since I had been getting all my
previous eroticism from my tits, but even after all that, my tits
were still the center of the sex I was having. My intent was to
rub my tits against hers, as sensually as I could. My dick had
become almost extraneous to the whole thing, certainly no more
than a bit player to the game. Thanks to those tits, I exploded
in one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. We fell
together, holding and cuddling each other.
After a bit, Christie said, with a disappointed sigh, "I guess I
better get rid of these." I didn't want to admit it, but I felt
as sad to see them go as she did, but it wasn't an issue. She put
her hands on my boobs and concentrated, but after a few seconds,
her hands fell away, and she said, "I can't. I'm too tired."
"So I'm stuck like this?!" I admit I was freaked, but, being
honest, I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
The sex was beyond incredible, but on the other hand, walking
through life with an enormous pair of tits hanging from my chest
wasn't something I was looking forward to.
Little did I know.
But it wasn't really an issue right then. She said, "Only for a
half hour or so as I rest up."
I was relieved (I think), and just snuggled up against her,
figuring she'd change me back in thirty minutes. Fifteen minutes
later, however, I felt her breathing change to the even breath of
one who was fast asleep. I did briefly think about waking her up,
but decided I could wait until morning.
***
The next day, I woke up first, thinking it had been some weird
dream. A slight shift that caused my immense chest to jiggle
disabused me of that idea. I almost woke Christie up, but she was
sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart. Instead, I snuck
out of bed, carefully so as not to wake her, and went out to her
kitchen to make some breakfast. I figured it would be an easy
task, but even the simplest things become an interesting
logistics problem when you're carrying two basketball-sized orbs
on the front of your chest.
I found some eggs and bacon, and managed to cook them with a
minimum of fuss. Just as I finished cooking, Christie came into
the kitchen, a little bleary eyed, but still looking like an
angel.
She smiled and said, "Sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I
hope you didn't have anywhere you had to be this morning."
"Nah, even if I worked Sundays, which I don't, I just started my
yearly week vacation."
"That's right, you work at the newspaper, right?"
"Yeah. Right now, I'm just a proof reader, but I hope to become a
reporter."
"But you're on vacation now?"
"Until a week from tomorrow."
"Do you have anywhere you plan to be over the next week?"
"No. Why?"
"I just have some ideas. Do you want me to get rid of those
breasts now?"
"It can wait until after breakfast."
I set the two plates full of food on the table, but instead of
sitting in a seat, she sat me down, and then sat on my lap. We
sat together, feeding each other breakfast.
We finished most of the food, and then she set the fork down and
wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Scott, I have never felt so comfortable that I have fallen
asleep with someone so easily before this. I want us to go
further." I almost blurted out a quick yes, but she put her
fingers on my lips to quiet me. "Let me get this out. I want you
to stay here for the week, and in order to give you an incentive
to stay; I have a game to play. You keep these," she put her hand
on my breast, "and then we trade off. Once a day, we'll take an
idea for a change I can make to the other's body. As long as it
isn't dangerous or too taxing, I'll use my magic to make it
happen. Sound like fun?"
"Yes, and I'll stay, with or without your game. I really like
you, Christie. I think I'm in love with you."
She kissed me passionately. "Then we'll play for fun." She
switched from sitting sideways on my lap to sitting straddling
me. She took my left breast and lifted it slightly. "Since I gave
you these, it's your turn. Think of some change I can make to my
body. Be creative."
I thought about it for a minute, and then said, "I want you to
grow another set of boobs, as large as your current set, but
growing out of your back."
She smiled and said, "Kinky. I like it," and closed her eyes.
I had my hands on her back, supporting her, when I felt the flesh
under my palms expand and form into two large boobs hanging from
her back. I cupped and fondled them a bit and pulled her to me,
kissing her and crushing our breasts, the ones on our fronts,
together. She lifted up a little and slipped my dick into her,
then rode me with me fondling her back boobs until we came
together.
We then spent the rest of the day trying every different way of
playing with her new body that we could. My favorite position was
doing her doggie style, leaning over and suckling her back boobs
while fondling her natural breasts. That position has the added
advantage of having my own big boobs crushed between us. We fell
asleep on the couch, her on top of me.
***
When we woke up the next day, I asked her what changes she was
going to make to me today.
She just smiled and said, "You may be on vacation, but I'm not.
I'm going to give you your change just before I go to work so
that you have something to play with while I'm gone."
"Why don't I just go with you?"
"Because tonight I'm going to be working at an over twenty-one
strip club. I'm a freelance dancer. I work a lot of different
clubs."
"Well, I guess we could just skip today. You could change me back
and I could go back to my place and get cleaned up."
She took my breast in hand and asked, "Don't you like these?"
"Of course I do, but what happens if something like a fire
happens? I can't go outside like this."
"Don't worry about that. This place is laced with luck and
protection wards. You're safer here than you would be in Fort
Knox."
"Even so..."
"If it'll make you happy, I can put a ward on the door that will
change you back if you walk through it." She then took a motherly
tone and said, "But it'll only be usable once, so don't be a bad
boy and use it unless you have to."
All through this, she had been stroking my tit, so I was pretty
fuzzy headed at that point, but I managed to say, "It almost
sounds like you're trying to trap me here."
She stopped cold and thought about it. "Not trap you, but I
definitely don't want you leaving. Scott, I'm afraid. I've spent
my entire life being treated like a thing, with total disrespect.
I'm treated like nothing more than a pair of breasts by most
people. Then, when they find out I'm a sorceress, I get one of
three reactions: fear, hostility, or greed. Now I've found you, a
man who has never given me any less than total respect. I don't
want to lose you. I will set up the ward, but I'm asking... I'm
begging you not to use it."
I kissed her. "I promise. Unless I have to, I won't leave here."
She smiled and thanked me. We spent the remainder of our morning
having sex until an hour before she had to go. She then took a
shower and dressed alone while I sat around thumbing through the
magazines she had.
A half hour later she came out looking as she did when we first
met and asked, "Ready for today's change?"
I stood and said, "Lay it on me."
She walked over and took my dick in hand. She didn't stroke it,
just held it. I felt the same warmth in my dick that I had felt
in my chest when I got my breasts two days previously. After she
finished, I asked, "What'd you do?"
"Reach down and check."
I reached down and took my dick in hand. I swung it a bit and
felt my dickhead lightly slap the inside of my knees. The thought
of such a long dick started me towards getting erect, so I
stroked myself hard. Hard, I now had about two feet of dick. It
was about the same thickness as it used to be, maybe a little
longer, but that might have been an optical illusion created from
its longer length.
I looked to Christie and asked, "Why? I mean it's nice and all,
but if you're going to be gone, then what do I stick it in?"
She smiled, then took my dick, lifted it straight up, and pushed
it into the space between my tits, pressing until it popped into
the crevasse between the bases of my boobs, whereupon the weight
of my breasts held it firmly in place.
Christie, with her big canary eating grin, said, "Now you can
keep yourself occupied by tit fucking yourself."
Echoing Christie's earlier words, I said, "Kinky. I like it."
We then kissed before she left, doing something to the door just
before exiting, telling me I had the run of the place.
After she was gone, I pressed my boobs together and rubbed them
up and down around my cock. I suppose I should have been more
weirded out; I mean I had never tit fucked anyone before, and
here I was doing it to myself; but the sensations were exquisite.
My extra sensitive tits combined with my dick, which I'm sure
Christie made more sensitive as well, to drive me wild. I was so
lost to the pleasure that I didn't even mind in the least that,
when I orgasmed, some of my own cum landed in my panting mouth.
Afterwards, when I settled down, I called my supervisor at work.
Since I had no plans to travel on my vacation, I told him he
could call me in an emergency, and since I was staying at
Christie's, he needed to have her number. While waiting, my free
hand casually stroked my tit. When my boss took Christie's
number, he commented on my labored breathing. I told him I had
been working out. He made a lewd comment about my not working out
my partner too hard, clearly hearing that my panting was sexual.
After he hung up, I had to sit down and play with myself. There
was a naughty thrill to having a pair of boobs and playing with
them while talking on the phone. I took my cock in one hand and a
breast in the other and stroked both.
While playing with myself, I got a wonderfully naughty (and
slightly depraved) idea. I scooched forward to the edge of the
couch and leaned back. In this position, I was able to nestle my
cock between my tits, then wrap my lips around my own dickhead.
Both my hands were thus free to rub my breasts, against each
other and my dick. When I came, which took only a few minutes, my
body stiffened straight and my dick popped free of my mouth. I
was drenched in my cum, getting it all over my tits and face.
I took a quick shower, needing to masturbate another time due to
the water playing on my tits, then relaxed and watched some TV.
After a few programs, I got bored and turned the set off and
decided to investigate Christie's home. In other words, I decided
to snoop. I snooped through the bathroom and kitchen first.
Nothing unusual there, although I'm not sure what unusual would
mean to a sorceress.
I then snooped through the bedroom. There was nothing remarkable
there, but there was still something that drew my attention. I
found Christie's collection of lingerie and nightwear. I looked
through it, feeling like a bit of a perv, but Christie did tell
me I had the run of the place. Besides, I was wondering if any of
her stuff fit me. I hadn't had any clothes on since Christie and
I had stripped each other on my first day in her place. It turns
out that most of the stuff she had wouldn't fit me. She had made
my breasts enough larger than her own that her bras wouldn't fit
me on a bet. Her panties never would have fit me, even had my
dick been its normal size.
What did fit me, however, was her loose fitting nightwear, mostly
just the pull over stuff. She had some closer fitting teddies
that I could pull up over the lower half of my body, but couldn't
pull over my tits, and she had some other tops, camisoles, I
think they're called, that were, like the bras, just too small to
go on over my top.
An unforeseen side effect of trying on the stuff that would fit
was the fabric, soft as it was, rubbed my over sensitive breasts
in just the right way to make me hard as a rock. I had to lie
down on the bed and stroke myself. I left the nightie on and the
sensations were so intense that I didn't soften in the slightest
after my first cum, so I pushed my cock between my tits and tit
fucked myself as I had earlier, but this time with the added
sensation of silk between my tits and cock. When I orgasmed, I
literally saw stars and passed out, it was so intense.
I woke to the feeling of someone sitting atop me. I opened my
eyes to see Christie, with tits on her back, reaching up to take
my tits in hand and rub them while grinding her clit against my
cock.
As I hardened, she said, "Y'know, coming home to you in my
nightgown is the best gift you could give me."
Panting in lust, I asked, "You don't mind me getting into your
clothes?"
Clearly in a lusty passion of her own, she gave me a breathy,
"Hell, no," and kissed me while rubbing our bodies together.
I lay there in heat, powerless to do anything but go with the
flow. When I started screaming, "Cumming!" Christie grabbed my
dick and the back of my head and directed my cum into my mouth.
It was nothing more than I had done earlier, so I willingly
accepted my cum into my mouth, then swallowed.
She then spun around and sat on my face. I licked her pussy while
she lifted my dick to her mouth. Then she grabbed my tits and
rode me while we sucked each other off. We played around a bunch
more until we fell asleep together.
***
The next day, Christie woke me up by stroking my tits through the
nightgown. I pulled her to me, kissed her deeply, rolled her on
her back, laid the top of my dick between her tits, and started
moving up and down. That way, by pressing down a little, I was
able to rub her clit with the base of my cock while tit fucking
her, which we both seemed to enjoy.
After we came, we lay together for a while, until she asked,
"Have you thought about what you'd like change today?"
I confessed I hadn't. After thinking about it, I told her I
wanted her to have a dick just as large as my current one. After
she changed herself, I stroked her to erection. We stood up,
pressed our cocks into our boobs, then hugged each other, rubbing
ourselves together, and after we came, we licked our cum off each
other's faces.
After that we got each other hard again, then I straddled her
cock, facing away from her. She reached around and fondled my
boobs. I clamped my legs together, grasped both our cocks, and
proceeded to pump my hips, masturbating both of us at the same
time. After she came, we switched positions and she did what I
had just done.
We played around a bit more, until she had to go to work. She
modified some of her other clothes to fit me before she left, so
that I could explore more of the world of crossdressing while she
was at work. I played around with the clothes. Didn't much care
for the regular clothes or the bras, but I loved the silky
nightwear. I met Christie when she got back in a sexy teddy and
stockings. She and I played around until we fell asleep together.
***
The next day, she woke me and asked if I was ready for my change.
When I told her I was, she plastered her mouth to mine. With her
kiss, I felt the warmth I had associated with magic affect my
tongue. When she pulled back, I asked her what she had done.
She just smiled and said, "Stick it out and see."
When I stuck my tongue out, I found I could stick it out a few
feet.
I used my new lengthy tongue to lick her breasts (all four of
them), both of our cocks and her pussy. It was her second day off
of the week, so we spent the entire day using my tongue to
explore every crevice on both of our bodies.
***
The next day, Christie had an early meeting with a club owner,
early for her being 1 PM (we weren't even waking until 11), so
she said she'd transform herself when she got back that evening,
but it never became an issue. Fifteen minutes after she left, my
boss called. It seems that all the proofreaders had come own with
the flu and there was a big article in the Friday Weekender that
needed proofing. I told him I'd be in, in a few hours, right
after a trip home for a shower and fresh clothes.
I wrote a note to Christie, then got my clothes together and got
dressed. I had to slip my cock down my pants leg and I couldn't
hope to pull my tee over my tits, but as soon as I was through
the door, I was back to normal and able to straighten up. I went
straight home and ran up to my place.
When I unlocked my door, my neighbor, Miss Feeney, a thoroughly
mean, ugly, and bitter old woman, stepped into the hall and said,
"Mister Dawson, I require your assistance with a minor matter in
my apartment."
Now Miss Feeney and I had never shared a dozen words between the
two of us before that, which should have been a warning, but I
thought she just wanted someone to change a light bulb or some
such. Figuring I had a little time, I followed her into her
apartment. I didn't even have time to ask what she wanted before
I felt a dull thud and blacked out.
When I woke up, I was naked and strapped to a table. Miss Feeney
was standing over me, also naked (and uglier naked than in
clothes), holding a big knife in one hand. She was muttering
something that I couldn't understand, and she refused to pay my
questions or yelling, any mind whatsoever. Thankfully, before
Miss Feeney could do whatever nastiness she had in mind, the door
burst open and Christie and an elderly gentleman rushed in. Miss
Feeney and the man started throwing magic at one another, and
Christie ran and grabbed me, throwing herself over me and
bringing the table to its side on the floor.
As she undid my straps, she commented that she never should have
built that reversal ward. When I asked her to tell me what was
going on, she just kissed me and said she'd explain in a bit,
then joined the man fighting Miss Feeney. Together, they made
quick work of the old bitty.
When they finished, I asked, "What's going on?"
Christie came and wrapped her arms around me and asked, "Are you
okay?"
"Yeah, but what's going on?"
"Well, your neighbor was a dark sorcerer, bolstering her powers
and life with human sacrifice. That's why I approached you, to
get you away from her. But I really did fall for you. I want you
to know that."
"Okay, but why me? Why not just anyone?"
The man said, "She needs a sacrifice with magic potential. An
untrained sorcerer like yourself is just what she wanted."
"Me? A sorcerer? Are you sure?"
"Quite. Think back to your childhood. Do you remember any weird
things happening, weird things you were sure were real, but no
one agreed?"
"Not really. Well, there was one thing..."
"What?"
"Well, one day my dog, Rex, got all sad and depressed for no
reason. He's never been the same."
"For no reason? Tell me, what changed in your relationship to
make your dog so sad?"
"I don't know. That was eight..."
The man, in a demanding, imperious tone, yelled, "What changed?!"
I blurted out, "I stopped talking to him," and then I remembered.
"I used to carry on long, drawn out conversations with him, but
then I just stopped." I looked to him. "Why'd I stop?"
"Because no one believed you. Worse, they most likely ridiculed
you when you tried to explain you were talking with your dog.
There'd be a lot more wizards and sorcerers if people would pay
more attention to kids rather than just blowing off their words
as imagination."
"So I could do what Christie did?" I put my hands on my chest and
thought of the breasts Christie created.
Christie blurted out, "No, don't!" but it was too late.
I pulled my hands away from boobs even larger than what Christie
had made. I smiled and said, "Cool."
"Yeah, but now try getting rid of them."
I put my hands on my breasts, but try as I might, nothing made
them go away. "I can't do it."
"Using the magic is easy. Controlling it takes skill."
"Can you get rid of them?"
"No, one sorcerer can't undo another sorcerer's work."
The man said, "There's a wizard's ritual to undo it, but it'll
take a couple hours."
"A couple hours? They're expecting me at work. Isn't there
anything you can do?"
Christie said, "We can do a reality adjustment. We change you
entirely, and then cast a spell to make it as though that's how
things have always been. It'll only take fifteen minutes."
"I guess I could do that."
"So shape your new body." I took the time to shape my new body
into a beautiful, big breasted she-male (Christie wants kids).
When I finished, the man asked, "Are you sure you want to do
this? Both of you?"
I looked to Christie. "You don't mind being with a girl?"
"No. Let's do this."
The man started chanting. Fifteen minutes later, there was this
horrible wrenching feeling. Christie cried out and I had to catch
her to keep her from falling. I asked the man, "What happened?"
"All magic has a price. Most often it's just physical energy, but
the reality adjustment costs a bit more. Christie had to give up
a permanent part of her power."
I told Christie, "You didn't have to do that."
She smiled. "I had to so that your job would be safe. I know how
your eyes light up when you talk about being a reporter. It
wouldn't do your budding career any good to get fired from your
job for not showing up on time. Now hurry and get to work."
The man said, "I'll take care of her. You go." I got up, and he
continued, "You still remember the old reality, but will also
know the new. As time goes by, the new will become more and more
real to you, but until it does, make sure not to be surprised by
changes you see."
I grabbed my clothes, which now included a large bra, checked the
hall outside, and dashed to my place. I took a quick shower and
got dressed. I noticed that all my bras were heavily padded. I
"knew" it was because my breasts were so sensitive that even the
softest fabrics would drive me wild without that heavy padding as
a shield. I also knew that all the men from dad's side of the
family were now huge breasted she-males. There's some weird
genetic quirk that makes the men grow bigger tits than the women.
I knew that all of work knew me as a lesbian woman, and also who
to avoid because they were still determined to score with me.
The next year was filled with similar quirks about a lot of my
life. Now, on my annual vacation, I'm taking a trip back to my
home in the suburbs. I have three tasks: get Rex, announce my
upcoming marriage (since I'm officially a female, it's actually a
lesbian domestic partnership, but in my family, there's no
difference) to Christie, and check my sister to see if she's got
any magic potential.
It should be an easy vacation, but the life of a sorceress is
never predictable.
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