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Transformation Rock 3: A New Day - By ZeDD A note from the Author: Looking back, I realize I'd written something about not continuing this particular universe, deciding instead to let those out there pick it up and make something out of it for themselves. Perhaps this universe isn't as exciting to anyone as it is to myself. If there's going to be another chapter written on this 'rock' then I might as well do it again. I'm hoping there are a couple of people out there who do appreciate what I decide to put to 'paper,' as the term relates to this day and age, and want to put an honest review on it for me. After all, reading how much someone likes my stories is the main reason I write them! But I am anxious to see what angles or situations other writers might come up with concerning the 'rock' and am always on the lookout for a new story that might contain it. For instance, I'd love to read about a female cop who has issues from past relationships and decides to use the rock to set 'things' right in the world, only to have herself changed into the very type of person that usually hurts her. Or perhaps an adult bookstore clerk who has big tit fantasies and decides to create some of the characters out of the stories he reads. How about a couple who fought a lot about control issues when the rock comes into their lives? A jilted girlfriend who wants to get even for the man of her dreams who marries another? As with any other universe the possibilities are limitless. Write something concerning the rock! I'd love to read about it! Any who want to read this, assuming their 18 years of age or older, may do so. It is intended to be a free bit of fiction for enjoyment purposes only and may be distributed in any manner without the permission of the writer. Any characters that may resemble actual people are purely coincidental. Transformation Rock 3: A New Day Sandy walked out of the bathroom, her voluptuous body partially hidden under a diaphanous pink silken nightgown and a pair of pale pink satin panties generously trimmed in lace. They were very feminine, making her feel good about herself, one of a few vices she allowed herself. Slipping beneath the covers, she turned out the light and snuggled deeper, intent on enjoying her day off tomorrow. Today hadn't been stressful at all, especially since the changes she'd made in her own mind had enabled her to become so successful in today's business. Confident, intelligent, patient, clear headed at all times, an ability to work with people and get what you want, And the ability to tell when someone was lying to her. That particular skill came in handy in more ways than one! She read some books on how the body and face reacts when a person is lying, soaking up the information in the only way she could. Yeah, she'd really made a name for herself right away with the corporate clientele, which of course had opened even more doors for her. In record time, she'd become the first woman to reach vice president, and at the tender age of 21! Smiling, she couldn't even think where she might be right now years down the road if it hadn't been for that magical little rock she'd taken from Mike and Jack. Chuckling softly, she'd made efforts to keep track of them, to see what they might be going through, especially since their names weren't Mike and Jack anymore, but Bambi and Barbi. And how they didn't look like the two boys everyone was used to seeing, but instead two very exotic and voluptuous women. She realized that it had been a couple of years since she turned them into two stacked bimbos, and that it was time she found them and turn them back. Or at the very least, find out if they've learned their lessons. She didn't feel right about sentencing them to that kind of empty life and, after a little bit felt downright terrible she had elected to keep them that way for so long! How long has it been? Thinking about the date she walked out with the rock wasn't difficult for her. She was feeling even worse when she discovered she'd kept them brainless bimbos for nearly five years! She'd had decided to get back with them and possibly help make it up to them. She had a pretty good idea where they'd be, too, and looked forward to seeing them. Maybe they could still be friends afterward? Growing sleepier by the second Sandy closed her eyes and relaxed sleep coming over her quickly. In no time she was lightly breathing and rapidly approaching REM sleep. Another gift she'd given herself from the rock. At 2 AM, he opened the living room window and slipped in quietly, his smooth movements belaying his 6' bulk, intent on taking anything of value he could find. Wearing dark colors and possessing a narrow beam flashlight, he searched the front of the home finding nothing he could take that wasn't as big as he was. He was careful not to shine the weak light directly onto a window. "Boy, this bitch must be rich," he whispered, eyeing the huge screen television that dominated one wall. He took note of the speakers placed strategically around insuring full enveloping sound when she watched whatever it was she watched. Probably Oprah or some such trash. Stepping silently, he peered into the bedroom. She lay half covered in satin sheets, her large round breasts visible beneath the transparent nighty she wore. He couldn't help but smile at the sheer beauty and sexiness of this woman. Hell, she was twice as sexy as any woman he'd ever seen before! Which was what caught his eye in the first place. If he hadn't had seen her at the grocery store last weekend, he wouldn't be here now trying to rob her. He almost snickered at the thought of stealing all her underwear, forcing her to leave the house with those marvelous breasts unfettered, bouncing and jiggling around like two huge bowls of jell-o! He smiled at the thought before dismissing it entirely. It was too high school and he had a job to do right now. Play around too long and he'd be looking at life through prison bars! He slipped the bottle from his pocket and slowly unscrewed the lid, making sure not to spill it, or get it too close to his face. He doused his handkerchief in it and then put the lid back tightly. With the jar in his pocket, he approached the woman who he knew only as Sandy and placed his handkerchief over her mouth and nose tightly. She struggled, alarm instantly on her open eyes before slowly slipping into unconsciousness. Rattled, he swore she had instantly awakened despite being in a deep sleep just a moment before! Had she seen his face, despite the darkness? It wasn't totally dark of course, what with the moon out on a clear night and all, but there was enough light for her to see by and that worried him! Haste being the friend to the thief, he quickly opened a dark sack and dumped her jewelry box, along with nick-knacks that had been sitting on her dresser, inside. Opening her dresser, he quickly grabbed handfuls of silken and satin treasures, bras and panties of varying shades and colors, nylons and slips and shoved them in with them. It wasn't the idea of a well-endowed woman walking out the next morning without a bra to stop her big breasts from bouncing that caused him to empty her lingerie drawers, but the thought of masking the sounds of his real bounty as he planned on making a hasty retreat. Looking through her nightstand revealed nothing but the usual things a woman would keep there. He contemplated searching her closet then perhaps the other rooms for real jewels, but the sight of her clear eyes looking straight into his had unnerved him. He didn't want to be around longer than necessary, and as far as he was concerned his leaving now was the necessary thing to do. He strode toward the door and was about to leave, when a thought had stopped him. Turning, he once again took in the unconscious woman, her large breasts beneath the silk, the large nipples easily seen. Sweating, licking his lips, he stepped up to her, his hands softly touching those mammoth mounds. They were as soft and firm as he had envisioned in his mind! His hands slid over her breasts, confirming their reality in his mind, the nipples, even in her unconscious state, hardening! He smiled evilly as his hands filled themselves with Sandy's bountiful bosom, grasping and squeezing them, enjoying them as much as he dared before leaving her forever. He made a conscious will to remember how they looked, felt in his hands, smelled even before quickly picking up his sack and leaving. Shutting the front door, he made sure no one was about before walking down the yard through the next door neighbors yard to the car he parked in their driveway. He didn't want a cop to come by and get suspicious at a strange car parked by the curb, so he always parked his in the drive of someone who wasn't home. That was probably the thing he'd teach first in thief class, he snickered. Dumping the load onto his bed, he quickly picked up the lingerie and piled it to one side. Handling such intimate underthings that had belonged to such a sexy woman aroused him to the point where he contemplated going back at a later date. He quickly squashed that idea, hating how stupid he was beginning to think. Just because she was so beautiful! The things on top of her dresser had been junk. Her car keys were useless to him because he felt there was no way he'd be able to get away with taking her car without getting caught. Useless junk! A rock about the size of a roll of dimes, a couple of business cards, a receipt for lunch, a lipstick, nothing worth anything. He picked up the rock, idly examining it, wondering why she'd keep such a thing. Maybe it was her lucky charm, he thought. Popping open the jewelry box was a different matter. Inside were diamond earrings and pendants, jeweled rings of an assortment and a few loose stones. This would fetch him a bit from his friend, he thought. He cursed himself for getting spooked and leaving so soon, but also congratulated himself for not getting caught yet again. His take on this robbery had been very small and that's what irritated him the most. If he'd hadn't had been bothered by the way she had acted when he put her out, he would have taken his time and gone through quite a bit more, perhaps finding more to take. He was sure a woman as rich as she perceived to be had a lot more to take than this, but decided to let it go anyway. He never went back to the same place twice or even close to it, preferring to randomly hit different homes of wealthy people around town. He made a conscious effort not to have any kind of pattern that would eventually lead to his capture. Sighing, he placed the jewelry into a small box and placed that into a wall safe behind the picture over the fireplace. The safe was very small, and not a lot of people would check for something like that over a fireplace, or so he thought. He gathered up the things that were useless and put them into his pocket, the rock he merely carried in his hand. He didn't want to carry something like that in his pocket fearing the tapered ends would perhaps rip a hole. He would dispose of the 'evidence' in a safe place, like the trashcans at the mall where hundreds of people would go through during the course of a day. Since it was still early, he decided to get a little breakfast first at the restaurant down the street from him. Grabbing his jacket and slipping the rock into the pocket, he started walking down the street towards the place, deciding that it was going to be a lovely day after all. Finding a booth, he sat and waited for the waitress to notice him. He always made it a point to sit in the area where his favorite waitress worked, enjoying how her slim, yet still curvy body moved beneath the uniform. Except today he found her almost boring to look at remembering instead the fabulous breasts he'd been touching and squeezing only a few hours ago! Edith was a real pretty lady, there was no doubt about it, but Sandy had been a goddess compared to Edith. He didn't know why she didn't stop working such a white-collar job and go into fashion or magazines or something! "Hi ya, Phil. Same as usual?" The waitress managed a smile even though he knew she was tired from working the night shift. "Yeah. Tell him to cook the eggs all they way this time, will ya? Last time I couldn't hardly choke it down it was so runny." She made a short barking sound that was her strained laugh and headed off. He took the time to admire her body as she did. He took the time to look around, noting the usual morning crowd of three or so people filling the place. If they made an effort to improve the food, he was sure they could get more people to come in on a more regular basis. Edith came back with a cup of coffee for him then left to take care of a couple of people who'd just walked in. He sipped it once before brooding again on his take. He would not go back there, he told himself angrily. He always made it a point not to take stupid risks, or go back to the scene of the crime, and he wouldn't make that mistake now. He would just have to take what he'd gotten and be happy at not getting caught. What was bothering him? He'd sometimes gotten a job done that panned out very little, always getting more on the next one. Sometimes it went that way. Some nights you'd get a lot, and some nights you'd get nothing, and last night he'd certainly gotten something. So why was he acting this way? He taken the stone out of his pocket and was playing with it while he thought. He looked at it, trying to figure out why it was even there at her place. There was nothing to it really, just a rock. He brought it to his nose and smelled it, identifying a slight perfume. That would be the perfume Sandy wore yesterday! She obviously had the rock in her hand at one time or another and had gotten her scent on it. He smiled at the thought of her lying there, naked, her huge breasts sitting atop her sexy body. He could've done anything he wanted to her and she never would have known it was him! Except, he wasn't the kind to rape a woman. What he'd done was about the limit of what any decent man would have done, as long as that man was a robber he thought. No, this was merely a good luck charm or something, totally worthless to him. He was beginning to realize why he was acting the way he was. Sandy was a knockout of a woman who had captured his eyes from the start. He found her sexy, beautiful, erotic beyond description, and the thought of connecting with her was exciting to think about, which was what his subconscious had been doing all along. He would have to get her out of her mind, totally, and get back into the safe thinking that had kept him out of jail for the years he'd been stealing. He knew that if he persisted he would do something stupid, make a mistake somewhere and find himself with 5 to 15 for robbery and whatever else they could pin on him. He looked at the waitress again, trying to admire her curves as he always did whenever he came in for breakfast. She wasn't bad, he thought, more of a girl next door type really. She was tall, about 5'8", and had a small waist for someone her age. He didn't know how old she was but if he had to guess he would say about 32 or so. She was slim, which he didn't really like, and had thick dark hair she always kept in a wrap on top of her head. She had a pretty face, which was why she was probably still working this place. He knew she made pretty good tips due to her beauty. Edith turned then, showing her backside to him, and he thought about how nice her ass was. Not the full rounded curves that Sandy had, but nice nevertheless. He started imagining what Edith would look like with Sandy's fabulously full ass on her slim body. He could almost see it in his mind's eye, her uniform stretched tightly across two full, rounded globes of flesh that shifted and bounced sexily when she walked. His aroused thoughts scattered when the tray full of plates crashed noisily to the ground, shaking him violently as sudden loud noises often did. He had been looking at Edith the whole time but had not been paying attention to what she was doing. She'd been serving a table their breakfast when she abruptly gasped and staggered, sending the tray spilling to the floor. She appeared distressed and confused, looking around fearfully while her hands slid down her hips, almost sliding themselves to her rump. He looked at her, feeling sorry for her clumsiness when he suddenly stopped what he was thinking and looked again. Her ass had changed! She was uncertain about it herself but he plainly saw how her once small pert ass had changed to become a large inviting rump of female sexiness, the uniform obviously stretched over two cheeks that looked soft and round beyond reason of explanation! He tried to convince himself that it wasn't what he was seeing and when she abruptly started for the back, the hem of her uniform tight across her thighs, making her take smaller steps that only caused her to wiggle that glorious butt of hers, he realized that it was real! She had an ass that was marvelously round and full, just like Sandy's! He didn't know how she did it! No, wait, he thought. She didn't do it! That was obvious by the way she was acting. If she didn't do it, then what did? Wasn't he thinking about her ass just before the crash? Yes, as a matter of fact, he was! But he couldn't have done that to her, could he? That was impossible! Nobody could change a person like that, unless they were a sorcerer or something unbelievable like that. He looked down at the stone in his hand then, and wondered. Could this little rock he was holding be magical, or something. No, wait! What was he thinking? He was so mixed up from last night he didn't know what he was thinking! There was no such thing as magic! He looked around the room, intending to prove it, and spied the couple who'd walked in a few moments ago. The woman was plain in all respects as far as he could tell, and had taken off her jacket to eat revealing a somewhat slim torso and small breasts. Holding the rock firmly in his hand, he concentrated on envisioning her breasts getting bigger, expanding larger and rounder until they began to bulge over the top of her bra and strain the buttons of her blouse. He didn't see anything for a few seconds and was ready to laugh it off that quickly when suddenly it happened! Right in front of his eyes her breasts started getting bigger! She didn't notice right away and he wasn't sure she would until it became uncomfortable, but to his eyes her breasts were getting bigger. He could see the gap between the two middle buttons enlarge as her bust grew, pulling the fabric away. She appeared to be getting uncomfortable as he noticed the bulges over her bra cups growing more prominent. When she looked down to see what was happening, she gasped aloud, attracting the attention of a middle-aged man eating alone behind her. He only looked up briefly, not spying the woman's growing bustline. He looked at the little rock again, amazed beyond words, totally unable to except what he was thinking! Could this little thing be magical? He just couldn't believe it! Was that why Sandy had it in the first place? If it was magical, why was it merely sitting on her dresser and not hid away safely? He didn't have the answer, nor was he entirely satisfied that it was responsible. Maybe he was tired and just hallucinating? He glanced up to the woman again, noting the obvious bulges and the missing button that must have popped off. She was amazed and embarrassed, trying to hide her sudden development from the rest of the diner with her hands. Her face was red but she had a smile that told him she was pleased with her growth. He watched as she got up, holding a menu over her chest, and walked away to the ladies room. He decided to forgo breakfast and see what else this little stone could do. Getting up, he dropped a five on the table and walked out, not waiting for Edith to get back, wondering if indeed she was going to get back soon or not. He chuckled at the thought of her panties tightly encasing her full ass, their size inadequate to fully cover each full round cheek. Probably, the material had eased into her butt crack as her ass swelled larger, giving her a serious wedgie. He'd have to come back later and check on her. Maybe the magic only lasted for a short bit? Walking down the sidewalk, he was seriously thinking about the possibilities of the little stone, and if Sandy had known about it as well. If Sandy had known, did she know the full capabilities of it? Was it even safe to play around with it? He didn't have the answers and didn't know how he could get them from Sandy without arousing suspicion. As he walked, he looked at the stone in his hand, thinking how he could use something like this. What possible good was there in changing a person's body, besides the obvious? If it could make a woman's breasts bigger, couldn't it also make a man's penis bigger? He didn't see why not. He also didn't know if there was any lingering effects he didn't know about. He was always suspicious of stuff like this. Well, maybe not like this, but using something that might have an effect upon his body down the road. That's the reason he was probably the only person in the whole country that didn't use a cell phone. He didn't like the fact that some sort of radiation coming from the phone and passing through his skull wouldn't cause cancer or something years later. There wasn't studies about it so nobody knew for certain, yet everyone was using one, risks be damned. Stepping into his home, he set the rock on the little table by the door and strolled into the kitchen with the idea of a plate of eggs and bacon on his mind. Only a few seconds later he was back picking up the stone, cradling it carefully, thinking of the hideous transformations someone could perform on him. "I wonder . .," he mused, "If I could actually transform myself into another person? I could continue my robberies without fear of being recognized then change myself back when I got far enough away." He grinned as he walked into his bedroom with the thought of changing into clean clothes before heading out again. First he'd take a shower, making sure to wash any clinging evidence from him. He was paranoid in that way. He tucked the rock deep into his pants pocket. Stripping his clothes and throwing them into the hallway, he spied the lingerie upon his bed. Instantly, thoughts of Sandy filled him. Sitting down, he picked up a delicate pair of satin panties and inhaled their soft fragrance, appreciating the sexy sheen of the material and lace trim. He could well imagine her wearing them, the lace draped low beneath her tummy, the satin embracing each lovely cheek of her full ass. He was beginning to get excited, not only with the thought of seeing Sandy again under the guise of another, but also with the power of the rock. He'd already decided to visit Sandy again, just to see if she knew anything, he told himself. He definitely couldn't go as himself so a disguise was in order, but who. He thought about different types of people while thinking about the type of person Sandy was. Trouble was, he didn't know that much about her, other than her times of leaving and arriving and such. He did know she was a confident businesswoman who was, for all intents and purposes, succeeding at her job. Someone like that probably didn't scare that easy, and was probably suspicious of strangers at her door. His fingers lazily trailed the lace trim of the satin panties he held as he thought about the perfect disguise, until he looked down. Smiling, he thought how a woman wouldn't necessarily get suspicious of another woman, someone who was, say . . . selling something door to door. No! He wouldn't have the knowledge to keep it up, and then she'd become suspicious because of his ignorance. He'd have to come up with something where he wouldn't have to have extensive knowledge. Snapping his fingers, he leaped up laughing! He would play the new neighbor! Someone, say, from around the block. He knew a successful businesswoman wouldn't have the time to cultivate relationships among her neighbors so this seemed to be the perfect solution. He would go there feigning a desire to get to know her from a neighborly point of vantage, and try to ascertain her situation. If she talked about the robbery last night, maybe he could get her to talk about the things that were taken and maybe, possibly, get a little more information about the rock. If she had truly had the rock stolen from her, perhaps she would be forthcoming with a lot more information than he hoped. He knew a lot of times people would share their sorrow at losing something valuable, especially if they never had a chance to use it. In this case, maybe Sandy would talk about how the rock was magical and could do things, thinking that she'd never see it again. Of course, he would have to admit to believing in magic. She'd never admit to the rock being magic if she thought other people were going to believe she was crazy. After she listed the rock missing with the other things he'd taken, he would have to wiggle into the conversation his belief in the magical and such. He'd have to really make it smooth so she wouldn't get suspicious, too. So he decided to change himself into a woman. Holding the satin panties in one hand, he looked into the mirror at his face. Could he really change his entire body into a woman? Should he even try? He didn't know the full powers of the rock, really didn't know if it could do something like that. The thought of playing around with his identity in such a fashion kind of scared him. What if he got himself stuck looking like a woman? He'd have to think about the reasons he was going to go to Sandy's in the first place. Walking around his bedroom holding the panties, he was certain he knew the reason deep down. Risking his body with a magical rock to try and find out additional information about using the magical rock was a little stupid. Rubbing the panties across his face, loving the thought of how these sensuous beauties had so lovingly caressed the shapely bottom of one of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, he was certain he had the real reason. He just wanted to see her again! Damn! That's how people got caught! He was better than that! Just then, and idea popped into his mind! If he could give a woman a bigger bust, and another woman a better looking ass, why couldn't he transform a woman all over? Even if he had to do each little part one at a time he knew he could do that. He could make any woman look just like Sandy with the rock! ARRGH!!! What was he doing? He was fixating on this woman like some deranged maniac! He knew the first time he'd seen her he was fascinated beyond words. And that fascination had grown each time he'd thought of her into an obsession. She was so beautiful, so sexy and alluring that she was addictive! He had to break it or he'd get himself into serious trouble. He'd treat this obsession of Sandy like a bad habit, something that he could lick with the power of his will. He dropped the panties onto his bed, intending to take his shower and think about it there, when he saw the bra. Hesitantly he picked it up, marveling at the smooth material of the satin, the sexy lace trim around the top edge of the cups, easily imagining the full, soft breasts that had nestled themselves so erotically inside their cups. He was a breast man, as most of his friends would attest to, and Sandy had the kind of breasts he liked the most. He should know he was right there next to her when she was in bed, wearing that sexy teddie, her boobs falling out of it. He couldn't help but smile at the memory. Dropping the bra reluctantly he headed off to the shower. He made sure to wash himself well, and to shave close and carefully before his splash of aftershave. Wrapping a towel around his waist he strode into the bedroom, snatching the rock from the pocket of his pants as he past them in the hallway. He sat on the bed clad in only a towel, sighing as he contemplated his next course of action. He'd decided to test the powers of the rock himself, remaining confident that he would go slow so he could 'fix' anything that went wrong. He held it in front of him, wondering briefly where it had come from in the first place. Well, he told himself, time for that some other time I guess. He had thought about a total body transformation, but quickly discarded it for it's obvious potential for error. So he decided to change the size of his dick, instead. He held it lightly in his left, wondering if this was what he was doing the first time, and began to concentrate on making his dick bigger. He imagined it growing longer and thicker, as thick as his wrist, the head getting huge and round. With his eyes closed he couldn't help but smile at the sensation he was experiencing. Almost like he was getting an erection but more intense. In his mind's eye his dick was about 12" long and thick when erect, an impressive tool of love that any female would fall down and worship if seen. What he actually saw was a dick about 6" long and somewhat thicker than normal! It worked! He knew that when erect his dick would exactly match the picture in his mind, which meant he was now the owner of a most impressive cock, worthy of any porno flick! Quickly he grasped his cock with his right and started rubbing it, trying to get it erect so he could make sure he had the concept of the change down. Catching sight of another bra, he reached over and snagged one it, a satin one, and started to rub the material up and down his tool, his mind full of Sandy's big breasts. It wasn't difficult to do. He easily saw them again, resting on her torso like they were on display. They were big! They were easily the biggest breasts he had ever touched, and he liked that! He remembered the nipples, how thick and tasty they had looked and how he wanted to suck them right there and then. He didn't though and felt somewhat cheated because of it. He was glad he held true to his goal and not fell into some trap that would have eventually lead to his capture. His cock was hard and big, throbbing with sexual power he'd never felt before! He briefly wondered if there was something else with the change that he had missed before when he became aware of a weight dragging his chest down. He opened his eyes, at first reluctant to let go of the willing Sandy in his mind, and looked down. What he saw freaked him out so bad, he leapt straight up off the bed and yelled! He had breasts!! Two big, round, jiggling breasts! He staggered in the center of his room, one hand holding the rock, the other slapped against the side of his face in disbelief! Holy Cow! What had happened? He looked in the mirror in front of him and felt a cold emptiness at the bottom of his stomach begin to grow. He swallowed, trying to calm himself down, and began to backtrack. His hand unwillingly cupped his right breasts, making sure it was real, unconsciously weighing it. He had been thinking about Sandy lying naked on her bed, and of all the things he could have and wanted to do to her had he the time and way of it. Come to think of it, he was really thinking about her breasts mostly. Does that mean a part of me will change if I think about what I'd like to do to another woman? His hand that had been cupping his breast was now squeezing it softly, sending a wicked, until now, unfelt pleasure through him, which did not go unnoticed. He looked down at his chest and watched how his hand filled itself with his right breast, squeezing it alternately soft then hard. The huge sensitive nipple had become erect and was threatening to call attention all its own as it thickened and grew. He watched, feeling like he wasn't there at all but was watching another woman feel her own breast. His hand rubbed across the nipple, causing him to gasp at the intense feeling of pleasure. His dick, which had wilted somewhat at finding huge breasts on him, began to harden once again, and now began to throb. Phil couldn't believe the sensations he was experiencing from feeling his boobs! They were intense beyond belief and threatened to sidetrack him from his experimentation with the rock. The rock! He glanced at it in his hand and instantly knew what had happened. He had given himself boobs, Sandy's boobs to be precise, because he'd been thinking about them when he still had the rock in his hand. Well, this was about as good as an experiment as he could get. He'd given himself boobs, complete with huge nipples, so now he had to get rid of them. Standing in front of his mirror, he reluctantly let go of his breast and thought about his manly chest. This time he would watch the change. He thought about how his chest had looked before, slightly hairy yet muscular, and willed the change to begin. Relief poured through him as he watched the breasts slowly shrink, his chest slowly regaining some muscle and hair. He wasn't aware of any other change except the breasts growing on him but as he watched, he noted that his whole upper torso must have slimmed somewhat, losing muscle and hair all over, making the big boobs on him look that much better. Now his upper torso was filling out thicker now, the hair and muscle coming back to what he would estimate had been his original look. It took only moments yet the meaning of it was a breakthrough. He now knew he could disguise himself with the assurance of changing himself back once the need for the cover was done. In addition, the act of changing his chest back to what it had been, which he considered maybe 35% of his body, only took about a minute and a half, which meant a total body change would take around four minutes. Of course, further experimentation would be necessary to make sure of his assumptions. He now declared himself a guinea pig and firmly grasped the rock in his hand. He looked at himself hard, calculating what change would be good to try and settled on his face. He imagined a face free of whiskers, a nose straight and narrow, lips that were a bit thin and blue eyes. He didn't think about the change in color of his eyes and wondered if it would happen. When he looked in the mirror again he was pleased to note that not only did his face change into the face he had imagined in his mind, but that his eyes had changed from brown to blue. Success! Now to change back, he concentrated and watched, amazed as his stranger face began to eerily flow, changing from the unknown person into his familiar one. Success again! He was gaining confidence by leaps and bounds yet were unsure of just where the abilities of the rock stopped. Could it be that only a certain number of changes could be made during a certain time period? He was only guessing, yet instinctively knew there was a ceiling to the rock's power. Everything had a point at which things stopped working. He realized that changing himself into another person would mean different sizes in clothing, too. It would strengthen his case if he were a significantly lighter or heavier person than the one they would be looking for, should he be detained at some point. He looked into the mirror again, realizing that he may have already reached a point where the rock stopped working. When he had inadvertently given himself breasts, he remembered that his upper torso had grown smaller and thinner. He suspected that the mass of breasts he attained had actually come from his body, instead of out of no where, only one way to find out. Looking into the mirror, he thought about becoming very muscular, his arms bulging with huge biceps, his back V cut with slabs of rock. Immediately he felt the change happening and watched as his body filled out like never before. His arms thickened, his chest and back rippled as his shoulders broadened and grew. Wow! Now standing in front of his mirror was a man to be reckoned with! He made sure he was the same height then began to smile as he discovered that he had lost nothing in stature. He had become a giant of a man! He set the rock on the dresser and proceeded to do a number of strong man poses, grinning from ear to ear at the feeling of strength that he emanated. His arms were twice what they were before! He wondered if he actually was stronger, or if it were just an allusion so decided to check real quick. He looked around his room and decided on the king- sized bed. He knew it was somewhat heavy, remembering how much trouble he'd had when he first maneuvered it around when he moved in. He walked to the end of it and grasped the bottom with one hand. He breathed once then lifted with all his strength, only to watch as the bed suddenly flew into the air, twisting upon itself and slamming to the ground, making an earth shattering crash! He couldn't believe what he'd done! He actually had the strength to back up the bulk! This was a wonderful discovery! He turned the bed back over, fixing the bent frame easily when needed, and remade the bed. He gathered Sandy's lingerie and piled it all back onto his bed. Turning back, he briefly wondered if he gave himself wings that he could fly. He would definitely be changing his life style with this little stone he was so lucky enough to come upon, even if he'd only stolen it by accident by brushing the entire contents of her dresser's clutter into a bag. What he had here was a lottery winner that only came into a person's life every thousand years! With it he could become a whole new person, with a whole new life to go with it. When things got too complicated, he'd transfer whatever he'd accumulated into a new account under a new name and start fresh with a new life. And he just had the great idea of whose life he'd begin with, too. Looking into the mirror again, he concentrated on his whole body this time. He was going to do a whole body change and even though it made him a little nervous, he knew he'd have to attempt it sooner or later. Since he already had the lingerie on his bed, he'd become the super sexy Sandy for the day. He would make sure she left for work then casually go into her place and search it really good, making sure there wasn't a safe or storage of jewels. He knew there had to be, what with her being such a success and all, and was determined to take it all. His body shifted and melted in a matter of minutes, alarming him with the extent of the transformation. It was disturbing to watch, as his body seemed to lose the solidness any human body had, and rippled and flowed into a totally new person. He watched as his legs smoothed out, becoming softer and sexy, then the tingles flowed into his hips where they began to widen and round. He sort of identified the change as being directed by him and so changed his body like a sculptor, one piece at a time. His waist was too thick so imagined the small waist of Sandy, then watched as his waist changed from the flat, slightly hairy stomach of a man, into the smooth, taunt tummy of a sexy woman. He narrowed his shoulders and softened his entire body, making an attempt to capture the sexy beauty of Sandy in his mind. His body followed the blue prints in his mind he was laying out by changing from the male person that he was, into the smaller, shorter and, by far sexier person he was going to temporarily become. His thin and smooth chest once again grew breasts in quick fashion, only this time he was ready for them, watching as they swelled full and round, the nipples growing longer and thicker to match the breasts and nipples in his memory. Satisfied at the huge masses of flesh that hung from his chest he turned to his ass. Turning his body, he envisioned the lovely full ass that belonged to her, imagining his own to take on the contours of it. Pleased with his success so far, he could only smile as he watched his manly butt swell large and round and soft, taking on the classic tear drop shape. When he was done, his ass was a thing of beauty to behold, jutting out behind him like the advertisement of back door sex that he'd seen on the original. He wasn't sure about the face, remembering only that she had possessed every feature he considered a woman should have to be perfect. His teeth became straight behind lips that thickened sensuously, becoming the perfect picture of oral satisfaction. The nose he'd had all his life became small and straight between high round cheeks. His eyes became a little larger, and rounder, then began to be surrounded by thick lashes that grew darker and longer. His chin became smaller which emphasized his luscious lips even further. He remembered the hair and concentrated on changing his to match hers. His short brown cut changed to blonde and sprouted comically, it's length snaking down over his shoulders making him chuckle. His laugh reminded him to change his voice and, realizing that he's never heard Sandy speak before, decided to try and match the voice to the body. He was unsure of how he should sound so studied his reflection a bit before deciding. What he saw was a vastly different person than a few minutes before! In the mirror was a woman oozing sex from every pour, her magnificent breasts jutting out before her like slightly pointed globes topped by huge, thick nipples. Her waist was small and narrow, emphasized greater still by her wide and womanly hips, and probably measured only half of what his own had been. Her face resembled Sandy's only slightly, yet he couldn't exactly tell what to change to match it better. He'd have to get a picture of her to be able to do that. All in all, he looked like a total bimbo, ready for sex. He laughed again, freezing when a high, soft, somewhat inane and silly sound came to his ears. Did his voice change without his thinking about it? He looked in his mirror and, swallowing, began to speak. "Hello. My name is Shelly, and I'm so glad to meet you." He began to grimace but instead laughed the silly vacuous laugh because it was just about as perfect for this body as he could get! A voice that no one in the world would take seriously and, if detained for any reason, no person of authority would ever believe she was capable of doing anything illegal! It was the perfect disguise! An air-headed bimbo who had the IQ of a piece of furniture! Pleased with his transformation, he turned to the bed and picked up a pair of panties. Dropping the towel, he stepped into them and slid them up his now smooth and sexy legs, tugging the cool satin over his prodigious rump. He couldn't help but smile at the sheer eroticism of this simple act. He felt goose bumps raise themselves along his legs and arms in the first stages of what promised to be a beginning of riches and luxury for him. Funny, he thought. Tugging the panties into place was more effort than he thought it should be. Pulling them all the way up until he felt the cotton panel mold itself to his new vagina still left the sides pressing low and uncomfortably against his hips. If he pulled these up further where he thought they should be and were more comfortable, then the satin covering his ass began to slip between his buttocks. Obviously these weren't her correct size. She must have had a couple different sizes in her drawers. Taking them off, he looked at the tag. "Size 6." His voice was something else. He was sounding like a bimbo too well, which was probably a good thing considering his immediate plans. "I sound like a bimbo. Yes I do. I sound like a bimbo like you know who." His sing-sang voice in his ears was comical and childish while being overly sexual. He liked it and made a note to remember how it sounded when he found a woman to transform to his personal tastes. He suspected she would look very much how he looked right then!Flipping the panties over the bed, he searched the pile and found a pink pair of panties. These were also satin and were very sexy. He looked at the tag "Size 6. Hmmmm." He found another pair and read the tag. Size 6 again. He searched the pile and found the remaining panties, piling them on the corner of the bed. There were a total of 8 pairs of varying colors and styles, all of, which were sexy as hell, especially knowing who had them on at one time or another. Looking at all the tags, he wasn't surprised to find that all of them except for one pair were a size 6. The single pair that wasn't a 6 was a size 5 and that one was an older pair, which told him she probably hadn't worn them for a long time. He sat on the panties, his breasts bouncing and jiggling, and tried to figure out what the problem was. Had she just acquired the rock and transformed herself that day, or did he stumble upon the rock's secret trap? Holding one of the more sexy looking panties he decided that she had recently come upon the rock herself and had performed some minor cosmetic transformation, then foolishly lain the rock upon her dresser. Then, in the middle of the night, he'd accidentally and fortunately scooped the thing up with the rest of the stuff there, thereby ending her short ownership. Which really meant that he didn't have any underwear to fit his wider hips and bigger ass. Getting up, he strode to the mirror and looked at himself again. He tried to imagine what Sandy looked like the first time he'd seen her before studying his form now. What he saw in the mirror was truly beautiful, arousing, breathtaking even, and probably what Sandy now looked like. He smiled, watching the exotic beauty in the mirror do the same, and thought how Sandy had already planned to go shopping for new clothes tonight. "I'll bet that little tease isn't wearing any underwear right now," he told his reflection. Smirking, he turned to the pile and got out a satin bra. He knew how woman put them on by snapping them together in front then turning them around by seeing it done in a movie. It wasn't a big deal to him until he started to do just that. He found his huge breasts to be an obstacle, blocking his sight of the two straps no matter how he twisted or turned. He ended up hooking the 5 eyelets together by feel. Twisting it around, he slid his slim arms through the straps and slipped the smooth cups over his large breasts. Funny, now he was beginning to think of these huge boobs as his. The cups were a little tight, forcing his breasts together to form a fantastic amount of cleavage while pushing them up making two soft mounds bulging above the cups. He tried adjusting the straps but that didn't help. Obviously, Sandy had given herself a magical boob job, too! Suddenly the thought of Sandy walking around with a bigger tush and boobs was something he needed to see! He laughed to himself as he realized that he just needed to look in the mirror if he wanted to see that. And he did! So all the bras weren't going to fit, either. Simple solution then. He selected a pair of sexy panties and quickly slid them on, then snatched the rock. He stood before his mirror and looked at his reflection, loving how the breasts seemed to be trying to swell out of the bra he was wearing, almost like they were growing larger with every minute. The same was true with his hips and ass. He turned and gazed at the large swell of his ass, how perfect it was, and how natural they looked with the width of his hips, yet in his imagination, both were slowly growing and widening beyond the sexy confines of the panties. Giggling, he wished he could actually see something like that happen in real life. Something like that happening just for him was an act of erotic torture he'd love to participate in. A nice, slow change that lasted for a while, maybe days or so. A sudden tingle went through him then, causing him to look around. Maybe a window was open somewhere? He looked at the rock in his hand suspiciously before again studying his reflection. He didn't know how, but there was something nagging at him in the back of his mind. He gazed at himself again, admiring how perfect a specimen of womanhood he'd created with the stone, and wished that he could see this creature whenever he felt like having some sexual fun. Not only that, but to see this woman deal with her breasts, hips and ass slowly get bigger over time. He'd love to make love to a woman like this while that was happening. Again the tingle shot through him, subtle enough to not catch his attention. He was really getting aroused at the thought of having sex with a woman like this, and that usually meant his mind went right into the gutter. In fact, as he thought about it some more, the whole bimbo look was right up his alley. In addition to having her body dimensions expand over time, it would be a good idea to see her become even more slutty looking. Maybe the hair becoming fuller, longer and blonder, with more curl, and the lips plumping up a bit more, making them real pouty and sexy. Hmmm, lips he'd really like to see wrapped around his cock! And she could be getting really stupid and horny as time went by! Looking into the mirror, he wished he could find a girl who looked like he did right now, but would change over a period of time into his ideal fantasy woman. She would change into a total slut in looks and attitude, with outrageous dimensions and little between the ears. Laughing, he thought he knew the right woman for his needs, and she worked at the restaurant right down the street! He couldn't identify the tingles going through him between the tingles of arousal as he imagined his ideal woman. He thought about how the eyes looked rather normal, but didn't know how they could be sexier than they were right now. Maybe longer, thicker lashes, and the color of the eyes changing to a light emerald green. A little more prominent cheeks possibly with a smaller chin. He thought a smaller chin under plump full lips looked real sexy and innocent. He didn't know how he associated the smaller chin with big plump lips with schoolgirls, but he did and that was what was fueling his libido right then. The eyebrows could be a little finer, sexier, he thought. He remembered reading somewhere that Shania Twain's eyebrows were supposed to be considered real sexy, and after checking out her picture, he'd had to agree, so he'd change his eyebrows to match hers. He watched as his eyebrows, already finer when he attempted to match Sandy's face, became a little more finer and sexier, having that slight angle that he recognized belonging to Shania Twain. He smiled when he looked at the rock in his hand. He'd forgotten he had it! Eyes widening in inspiration, he looked at the rock and knew in that instant that besides making him rich, that little stone was going to give him the best times of his life! Perhaps he'd been a little slow, but with this little gemstone, he could have any woman he wanted! But enough was enough! He checked his imagination and concentrated on the task at hand, trying to reduce the swell of his breasts enough so they'd fit inside the bra he had on. Slowly they shrank, the soft skin retreating back into their cups, the tightness going away until he thought he had about the right size. He shook his shoulders a little and watched as the flesh inside the cups jiggled and shook with him, sending shivers of sensation through him as the big nipples scraped against the satin. Perhaps they were a bit smaller than the bra was, judging how the satin had gathered little wrinkles around the outer edges, but that's how he liked them anyway. Just enough movement for the big nipples to get erect from brushing against the inside of the cups He was really beginning to like this stuff and was wondering if he wasn't becoming weird or something. In the back of his mind, he wondered if the rock wasn't making him into a crossdresser, or something. He fastened his gaze on his hips then, concentrating on slimming them. He turned sideways and studied his ass, glorious in its jutting roundness, and imagined it slightly less prominent. When the panties fit him with a tiny bit of room left, he stopped, happy with the way things were turning out for him. Looking at his reflection again, he decided that he looked more like a real woman now, the type you'd see walking in the Mall instead of the overly voluptuous woman he'd created before. Grinning, he made a mental note to get together with one of his girlfriends, so he could recreate the voluptuous blond nympho. Too bad he couldn't affect a person's mind with this thing. Now he needed outer clothes and shoes and didn't know what he was going to do about that. He thought about it for a bit, discarding different ideas before deciding that he'd have to go to a store as himself, buy everything he needed, then come back here and transform all over again. He slipped the panties down and tossed them onto the bed and took off the bra. Getting it off was easier than putting it on. He looked at the tag of the bra so he'd know what size to buy. 36 DD! Hell! No wonder her breasts were so big! "Wow! If her breasts are that big, how big did my breasts get before I shrank them back?" Next he stood in front of the mirror and concentrated on changing himself back. It took only moments before his manly image stood naked before him once again. He wasn't sure why but there was something about his reflection that he found boring. He was mildly aroused from all the soft clothes, in addition to getting closes to Sandy again so just let whatever it was slip away. He dressed casually, slipping his billfold in his back pocket and the rock in his front pocket. Pulling on a button shirt and jacket, he debated on taking the jewelry with him to pawn but decided against it for now. That was tricky and could get him caught since his friend he usually dealt with was out of town on business himself. He'd just wait on that and probably unload the stuff along with a larger score later on if everything worked out.Not too much later, he strolled through the boutique of a specialty shop, knowing he'd need a few items of unusual size. It was a little embarrassing to be the only man in there and he'd decided to just pick out one outfit with shoes. He latched onto a saleswoman, a short heavy set woman of middle age, and told her everything he needed, making up a story of how his sick sister was in town and had lost her luggage so needed some clothes to get by on. The older woman looked him over, obviously not believing him, but went about collecting the things he needed. He wasn't sure about sizes on blouses or skirts, trusting the lady to come up with something, cursing to himself for not at least checking in a catalog first. Oh, well. With the knowledge that his 'sister' needed a 36 DD and size 6 panties, he was sure the saleslady would do just fine deciding on the other sizes. He guessed at the shoe size, deciding on a size 7 at the last second. As he was standing by a wall trying to keep his end of the monotonous conversation with the saleslady going, he spotted a good looking woman browsing through the panties section. An idea popped into his head so he fished out the little rock. He studied her for a few seconds, noting that she was unusually good looking, dressed in a short skirt and cotton blouse thin enough for him to detect her white bra, and briefly wondered what she was doing here. Her slim dimensions didn't warrant her shopping at a place like this when she could easily pick up the same clothes that fit her in a myriad of other places and at cheaper prices. He noticed her picking through the size ten bin of satin panties and came to the conclusion she was shopping for a friend or something. Size ten panties were quite large, remembering Sandy wore a size 6, or was that a 7 now? Grinning, he imagined her ass slowly enlarging, each cheek growing rounder and bigger until her big butt would fit a nice pair of size 10 panties. In a few seconds he began to notice her ass beginning to swell, starting to stretch the material of her short skirt. As he noticed her look to see what was going on, she looked around while her hands secretly rubbed her behind, probably trying to figure out what was happening to her. He didn't feel he needed to continue his magic, her ass already showing signs of becoming obvious, so stopped. He did see her skirt slowly beginning to rise higher showing the creamy tops of her thighs beneath as her ass swelled larger and larger, and imagined instead her skirt fitting perfectly no matter what size her ass was. Just when the lady was beginning to understand that for some reason her behind was getting bigger, raising her skirt to the point where he was starting to see her panties, her skirt inexplicably began to lower, the material seemingly to expand around her burgeoning buttocks. He was surprised to see it, and almost choked when he understood that he'd also done it! The lady was beginning to freak, almost coming to the point of crying out, but courageously held on, not wanting people to see her. She had both hands on her still swelling ass as she tried to casually leave the store, panic stricken that somebody might see her before she attained the privacy of her car outside. He moved slightly to the front of the store so he could better see his manipulations of her body, and was rewarded with a fantastic view of a good looking woman trying to slip out the door with this huge, round ass sticking out behind her. He couldn't help but chuckle, seeing the short skirt still fitting her perfectly even as she waddled towards a fairly new Buick. Her legs were smooth and sexy, not bad at all, but looked a little funky with such a huge ass above them, so he quickly imagined them gaining just a bit more flesh, becoming thicker while still retaining their shapely smoothness, just enough to fill them out so they were a little more proportionate to her ass. He had a really good side view as she turned to unlock her door, noting how her ass stuck so far out behind her. He decided her hips needed widening to go with her huge ass, and her tits to grow larger also, just until they were each about the size of her head. He didn't know what size that would be but mentally calculated that, with his help, she really was going to be a good looking woman now! Knowing he could somehow affect clothing was a miraculous discovery on his part, and proceeded to do just that to the poor woman. As her door opened, she noticed that her breasts had started swelling then, the soft globes pushing the blouse out farther and farther, stretching the material silently. Almost falling into her seat, her now huge ass feeling more like a giant pillow beneath her, she gaped as her bosom grew larger and rounder, the blouse still taunt but magically keeping them covered. She watched, horrified as the neckline began to dip lower, showing the increasing cleavage climbing higher up her chest. Her hands clamped themselves to her breasts in a vain attempt to hold them back as she started to wail softly to herself. A few minutes later, a haggared, moaning woman sat in her car, her huge breasts skimpily covered by a tight thin blouse that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage. Her waist was still thin but abruptly flowed into a wide set of hips that looked out of place. No one could know that she sat a couple inches higher in her car due to the huge ass that her short skirt strained to still cover, while showing off the thick, smooth sexy legs of a larger woman. She didn't have a clue as to what had happened to her, and was moments away from a breakdown. People's bodies just didn't start to blow up bigger for no reason! He couldn't believe the rush of arousal that went through him just then! It was as if a sudden tingle of energy was shooting through his body! Aroused at the vision of beauty he'd witnessed with his eyes, and his imagination, he also became aware of a peculiar sensation creeping through him. He felt all tingly as he looked around trying to figure out if he was transforming without his conscious control, or if there was somebody else doing it. He never thought about there being another rock around but quickly dismissed it. He absently ran his hands down his body, trying to determine what was wrong, but could not find anything. Just then the saleslady motioned to him that she'd finished and wanted to ring up his purchases. Stumbling over in shoes that seemed too large for him, he began to suspect something was wrong. Standing at the register he noticed that the saleslady was a bit taller than before. He tried to look over the counter to see if she was standing on a raised platform or a stool but couldn't quite see without her noticing. He didn't want to attract attention to himself, especially after the other woman had left in a state of discomfort visible to the few other women in the store. Putting everything in a bag, he thanked her and left the store, aware of her stare as he left, as if there was something on his face. He was relieved to get out in the air. It was strange that his pant cuffs would start dragging the ground as he strolled out. He felt his pants shift suddenly around his waist and hastily grabbed them before they fell off his hips. What was going on here? His shoes felt loose and his jacket felt larger than before! He supposed it was possible he'd grabbed the wrong jacket, having several sizes in his closet, but his shoes had always fit before. He wondered if the rock wasn't responsible, somehow the magic affecting him in a way he'd hadn't thought of before. Sitting in his car fumbling for his keys, he thought about leakage. Radiation was useful, but a leak could have disastrous results. Could the rock be leaking magic every time he used it? Starting his car and pulling out onto the road, he again thought about what abilities the rock possessed. Obviously, there was the ability to change clothing sizes, which he hadn't discovered until now. But wait a minute! If he could change a person's body so dramatically, couldn't he also change an item of clothing equally so? Couldn't he, say, change a skirt into a pair of pants, or a blouse into a sweater? He accelerated into the intersection oblivious to the red light, narrowly missing a sedan just starting to cross. He looked into his rear view, cursing the idiot, wishing he'd the time to show the man what trouble really was. Unfortunately, after a few minutes of driving he saw a flashing red light behind him. His first thoughts were of panic that he'd been identified for one of his many robberies, then remembered he'd ran a red light back there. Still, he looked around his car for any items that might make the officer suspect him of theft, knowing he'd always made sure his car was not only clean, but free of all trash. If, for some reason his car were ever searched, they'd have a hard time finding anything to give them cause to arrest him. Pulling over, he started swearing before remembering the rock again. Taking it in hand, he waited for the police officer to come to his door, looking in his side mirror. He was mildly surprised to see a female officer, her somewhat short stature and wide hips strolling towards him then brightened when ideas began popping into his head. Tapping on his window, he rolled it down to see a somewhat pretty officer, had it not been for her no nonsense expression and untrusting eyes. He started to say hello before she spoke first. "Do you realiz