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Well, this was certainly a long time coming, wasn't it?
It's been what, a year, since I've posted any actual
content. Ah well. I've been working on various long,
uncompleted projects, but I got this idea based on a dream
I had last night and had to put it down before I forgot
about it. This has all the basic copyright stuff, it's
mine, and you can post it anywhere you want as long as you
notify me and it's free to do so.
Game, Set, Match
By Tanto
I was walking alone through the library when it happened.
I don't know why I let my guard down. I guess I didn't
really think he'd be in there, he's never been what you
would call the scholarly type. I shouldn't have relaxed.
But I did. And he took advantage of it.
Before I could stop it, before I could mutter the
counterspell, I felt the changes begin to effect
themselves. My body began to shift, distort.
I knew no one else could see it. No one ever can. Well,
that's not entirely accurate. They _do_ see it, but...
well, let's just say they're encouraged to ignore it.
I stopped walking, instead ducking into that narrow
corridor between the shelves.
I could feel the breasts beginning to push out of my shirt.
They would be big, I knew that for sure. He always liked
them big, not just big, but really big. Nothing less than a
double-D would do where he was concerned, but he didn't
usually limit himself that way. They always appear first,
for some reason. I have no idea why. So many other complex,
intricate changes, but those big, honking breasts always
grow first. They started simply. My tiny male nubs grew
into large, thumb-sized nipples that protruded noticeably
from my sweater. In the space of only a few additional
seconds, those nipples had swollen to such massive
proportions that they threatened to tear apart the sweater.
I stroked one of the abnormally huge behemoths in disgust.
Each breast was easily as big as a basketball.
I could feel my waist beginning to dwindle. As a male, I
didn't have much in the way of a gut, but I felt it
thinning just the same, becoming slim, flat, curvaceous. I
didn't have a mirror handy, but I knew the waist must have
looked ridiculously out-of-proportion when compared to the
overgenerous bust and the round waist and jiggling
buttocks, which were ballooning even as I watched.
I gazed at my hands as they became slender and dainty, the
nails becoming longer and decorated with a layer of bright
red nail polish. To me, watching the hands change has
always been one of the strangest parts of changing, even
when compared to the breasts, butt and even the genitals.
That's because you can move your hand and feel it change
even as you control it. You can pick up an object and hold
it; it seems to grow larger as your hand shrinks. It
becomes heavier as your physical strength leaves you.
I shivered involuntarily as golden blond curls tumbled
about my shoulders and down my back. That's pretty strange,
too. It doesn't feel like your hair is growing, it feels
more like your hair is falling, like someone's dropping it
down your back. I knew my shoulders were no longer sturdy
like they had been. And as I looked around the room, I
could tell I'd subtly lost several inches of height, eight
inches at least. I couldn't have been much more than 5'3".
I'd been so distracted by some of the more readily apparent
alterations that I'd completely ignored what was perhaps
the most important one, my penis was long gone. I hadn't
even noticed it disappearing. That would have been funny,
had it happened to someone else. In its place was a fully
functional vagina, clean-shaven, too, I observed, from the
texture of it.
I did feel my facial features rearranging. I had no idea
what I looked like, but I knew it had to be beautiful,
tempting, and just a little bit on the ditzy side, he
always made people look like that. My color perception
changed slightly as my eyes changed color, to blue,
assumedly. No other eye color really works with blond hair
like I had.
My clothes changed instantaneously. They always do, for
some reason. Physical features transform very slowly and
deliberately, but the clothes on your back pop in and out
of existence just like that. Maybe it has something to do
with clothes not being as important as the body.
I was wearing a ludicrously undersized tube-top that not
only left the whole upper swell of my breasts visible, but
my whole waist as well. It also revealed that I was quite
obviously not wearing a bra. I also had a black miniskirt
that no one could possibly get away with, it was so short,
but somehow I did. It exposed a pair of legs that any
stripper would sell her soul for. Strapped to my tiny feet
was a pair of sandals with four-inch heels, which, I knew,
would make my large, jiggling ass jut out and wobble so
deliciously.
It was done.
After checking myself over thoroughly to make sure
everything was finished changing, I swished out from my
hiding spot to find and confront my opponent. I found him
sitting in front of a computer, grinning in that irritating
manner of his. He intentionally avoided looking at me. As I
approached, he looked straight into my eyes, and the
stinging rebuke I was preparing to hand him fell off my
lips.
"I got you this time, you know."
Damn.
"That actually wasn't even entertaining, it was so easy,"
he continued. "I can't believe you left yourself open like
that. You're usually more careful."
I didn't say anything, because I knew he was right.
There was no excuse.
"Well, in any case, let's get on with this great work we
are in." He held up one index finger. "One month. That's
your duration." He paused to let that sink in before
resuming. "During that time you will devote your attentions
to..." -he looked around the room- "...that guy." He
indicated a twentyish-looking librarian behind the counter,
some distance away. "He's a friend of mine. He's a nice
guy, but he got shot down a lot in high school, so he's not
too confident around girls. Why don't you show him a good
time? I'm sure you're eager to do whatever he wants...
Sasha."
I glared acidly at him. He ignored it, smirking at me
again. "You're very horny right now, aren't you, Sasha?" he
almost gloated. "But then, you're always horny, right,
Sasha?"
Even as he said it, it became so. I was suddenly beset with
a desperate longing between my legs. The need to have a man
inside me suddenly overrode my revulsion towards my
opponent. My tits seemed suddenly to come alive. I needed
to have someone touch them... squeeze them, suck on them,
whatever. I needed attention, bad.
I turned on my heel and began sashaying towards the
counter. I resolved to do some very unpleasant things to my
opponent the next time I caught him with his defenses down.
I wondered how a few weeks as a dog would suit him.
But that would have to wait. Right now I needed a man.
I stopped at the counter. "Hello there," I said to the man
behind it in a tone dripping with seductive sweetness. He
turned, and I practically heard his jaw hit the floor as he
gaped at me.
I slid closer and leaned forward, causing my mammoth
mammaries to spill onto the counter surface. He saw clearly
what I was trying to do and continued to stare, his eyes
glued to the huge dugs lying just inches from his hands.
"Do you like... big boobs?" I asked in a voice that almost
sounded timid, as if the very suggestion was absurd. I
looked at his face. He actually wasn't that bad-looking.
He gulped nervously and nodded. I could tell what was going
on in his mind. He was wondering what was going on, if it
was some sort of trick. But in the end, hormones won out
over logic, as they always do. To his credit, he managed to
tear his eyes away from my tits, not that it helped. He
could instead look into my irresistible face or gaze at my
swaying bottom, which hovered in plain view just over my
shoulder.
I leaned closer, causing my boobs to bulge out. His penis
quickly followed suit, I noticed. "Would you like me to
suck your cock?" I almost whispered.
The poor guy looked like he was about to have a heart
attack. I almost felt sorry for him. I pushed back from the
counter, my breasts sliding back against my chest,
quivering liquidly. "Is there a private room around here
somewhere?" I asked in a louder tone. "There's something
I'd like to show you, two things, actually."
So there I was, following my quarry into a back room to
service him, my overdeveloped breasts bouncing and my
enormous bottom swishing. I turned just to see my opponent
leaning against the counter, watching me. I saw him mouth
the words.
Game, set, match.
END
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