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Big Changes: Swelling with Pride Today was going to be a typical day. My alarm buzzed the time I had set it for, 6:30 am. I knew I'd have to get up this early if I was going to get my morning jog, a new tradition of mine, in, and it was pretty important that I make it to the campus bookstore in time for it's opening. A new feeling washed over me, though; I was still very sleepy. I had spent the previous night cramming for finals, finishing papers, and generally killing myself over school work, and worries over where I was going to get enough money for groceries this week. I debated with myself for a minute; my morning jogs have been great for me, helping me drop almost fifteen pounds since the end of summer. That said, I had been very good about making the jog every morning, so, just for today, I was going to cut myself some slack, take an early shower, and just relax before the store, where I worked as a clerk, opened. I groggily rolled out of bed, looking at myself in the mirror. Yeah, I may have dropped weight since the summer, but things still weren't perfect these days. I've discovered lately that a psych major really doesn't end up doing much with their life once they graduate, and, since coming to believe that, I've been haunted by fears that I'll never amount to anything in this world. I mean, musicians write songs that are remembered for decades, scientists are renown for making our lives healthier, writers have their works recorded long after their deaths...and what was I going to do? What possible impact could I make? Letting myself dwell on these thoughts, I walked into my kitchen, and realized that I had left something there from the day before. I had spent yesterday "mall-ratting" around, hanging out at the local super-shopping center with no real goal in mind, when I ended up wandering into a health store, thinking that maybe I'd pick up a small protein supplement; I was considering getting back to lifting weights, as my arms, while toned, had become pretty skinny since the end of high school. The store, however, seemed different. It didn't look like any chain I knew. I was filled with all different "self-health" items, such as vitamins, non-prescription pills, and even things like body washes, shampoos, creams, and even a few articles of clothing towards the back. Gazing up at the counter, I had seen a very attractive woman, who couldn't have been more than a few years older than me, quietly reading a magazine while waiting for a customer. Looking up, she asked "Can I help you?" I looked around, noticing that nobody else was in the store. Looking at her, I saw her body in some more detail: it was impossible not to immediately notice her breasts. They were big, very big, pushing tight against the white blouse she wore. Her face was very beautiful; she had a short, blonde haircut, bright, blue eyes, and really nice, pink- shaded lips. Well, if we were alone, then this wasn't an opportunity that I was about to pass up! I made small talk with her, probably making it painfully obvious that I was at least kind of hitting on her, and ended up learning that her name was Ally, she was 23, and her family owned this shop; it wasn't a national chain. I was surprised; you didn't see many stores like that in big mega malls these days. "And what's your name?" she asked. "Joe. Joe DiNardio." Continuing, I ended up telling her of some of my self-doubts; I'm not really sure why I did, but the looks she gave me, focused and sympathetic, seemed to coax me on, and I couldn't seem to stop my tongue. When I finished, she gave me a small smile. "Follow me, Joe." she said, "I think I have just the thing to help you." She took me to the very back of the store, the storage room, and handed me a gift basket filled with a wide assortment of bottles, creams, vitamins, and various other objects. "I want you to have this; I'll even sell it to you at a discount. I swear, right here and now, if these products don't turn your life around, and give you you're deepest wishes, I'll not only refund it, but I'll also take you out for a night on the town." Well, I definitely couldn't argue with that. That had been less than 24 hours ago. The basket remained, still wrapped, on my kitchen table. I opened the shrink wrap that protected it, and took a look at it's contents. There were a lot of different items, but I decided that I'd settle on three things. First, I took out a small bottle containing a powdery mixture; reading the label, I saw that it was to be used like a protein shake, mixed into a glass of water before consumption. Not thinking too much about it, I did as the bottle instructed, and, in one breath, drank down a tall glass of the stuff. It was actually pretty good! The bottle said that it contained a mixture of herbs that were meant to put one at ease; even if it didn't, at least the taste was just fine. Next, I pulled out a bottle of vitamins. They didn't seem like any vitamins I knew, but, once again, the label told all. These were an "old world" recipe made into pill form. The vitamins would bring the consumer a boost in self confidence, and reassurance in themselves. I chuckled at the thought; so, these were magic pills, now? But, what the hell, I had nothing to lose. I popped two of them down with another glass of the powdery mix, and finally pulled out my third item of choice. Staring back at me was a plastic bottle of body wash. The instructions were simple: rub it in like it's any other kind of soap. The smell would apparently have some kind of positive effect on the user and other people around him/her. Well, that at least seemed a bit more reasonable than the pills. Kicking off my underwear, I ran the water of my shower, let it get warm, and jumped right in. I used a bit of the body wash, allowing the warm water to wash it off in the process. It actually felt pretty nice, and the scent was certainly a nice one; almost like exotic flowers. Turning off the water, I still couldn't shake a feeling, though; this all seemed really nice, but, honestly, what would any of it change? A drinks, pills, soaps, stuff like that; I'm sure they have some kind of effect, but it's not like some kind of outside changes your life around when things aren't going your way. I stepped out, and wrapped my towel around my waste. Now fully dried off following my shower, I stood in front of my dresser mirror, which reflected back the image I knew would be there: a 20 year old, 180 pound, overwhelmingly normal man in a towel. I've been told before that my Italian features are nice, but it's not like they've made me a chick magnet. I sighed; the drink, the body wash, everything that Ally had told me to use to feel better about myself, and yet here I was, still dejected, still feeling powerless from the knowledge that I would not amount to much in this world...at least nothing that anybody would remember long after I'm gone. I mentally derided myself as I threw on a pair of boxers and a small white undershirt. "I just wish I could make some kind of change in the world, something to make things better for-" I immediately shuddered as a cold, but pleasurable chill ran up and down my body, all the way from my toes to my head before heading right back down again. When the chill subsided, I felt a strange warmth beginning to grow inside of me; it felt as if it was emanating from my stomach, and slowly spreading through every limb, organ, and digit. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, simultaneously terrified at these strange, alien feelings, while being unable to ignore just how wonderful they felt. A strange tingle in my hand brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes, and immediately opened them wider! There, in plain view, was my right hand...except that wasn't my right hand. No; this hand was a bit more tanned, smaller, more delicate, more...feminine? I gasped as the tingle suddenly appeared in my left hand, and brought both of my hands to my face, palms upward. There was no denying it: my hands were shrinking. My fingers became thinner, more lithe, and my palms were visibly smaller. My right hand, which had been the first one to begin changing, suddenly cringed on it's own, causing me to turn it over, palm extended outwards, and giving me an unwelcome view of my fingernails. My mind raced with shock as, clear as day, my fingernails became a deep crimson; not only that, but they were getting longer. In a few brief seconds, my fingernails, which I had spent parts of the last two decades clipping short enough so no white showed on them, grew a clear inch past my fingertips, ending in fine, perfectly manicured points. Before I could even comprehend the change, hell, before my left hand had even finished changing, I could feel the tingle shoot through my right arm, all the way to the shoulder. Feeling nearly out of control of my own body, I felt my arm tremble, and gazed in horror as something completely unexpected happened; something had obviously changed my hands to look like a woman's, but my arm, rather than taking on the thin, slight shape of a girl's, began growing, not length-wise, but in width. I struggled in vain to bring my still-changing left hand up to my right arm to keep it from trembling, but was greeted with a surreal feeling as my arm, always somewhat toned from my limited time in the gym, began to fill with a flood of fat. My left hand, now completely changed, finally stopped cringing and came up to my arm. My jaw dropped as I was able to grip nearly an entire handful of excess skin and flab, absolutely no sign of anything resembling muscle left on my now fattened right arm. I guess they weren't the biggest arms I'd ever seen, but they were easily twice as large as they were just five minutes ago. As the tingle entered my left arm, my mind briefly cleared enough for another detail to become very apparent to me: there was no hair on my arms! Nothing! I brought my right hand to my changing left arm, slowly feeling the flesh of my biceps, the muscle now blanketed by a soft, fatty cushion. Intrigued, I brought my new nails up as well, and audibly gasped as my rubbing turned into a slow, erotic caress. Good God, how soft I was! I could hardly believe it; there wasn't a blemish to be found on my now well tanned skin, and the caress of my right hand sent shocks through my entire body! My Lord, how sensitive! I looked on as the sleeves of my t-shirt rolled up onto my shoulders, no longer able to contain my bigger arms. I couldn't help but let out a moan as the tingle proceeded to other points in my body; but I knew in my heart that the moan was one that both pleaded for the sensations to stop, yet reveled in their warm, erotic effects. Down in my feet, the tingle became particularly strong, nearly causing my knees to buckle under me. Although it felt like my feet were falling asleep, I could still feel what was happening: like my hands, they were shrinking. I looked down at them, once again taken aback at how dainty my extremities had become; my feet were smaller, my toes thinner, and my toenails, just like my fingernails, were now a deep red, with a meticulous pedicure. My whole body trembled once again, and I gazed as all the hair on my body began to actually recede into my skin, like one of those movies where they play something in rapid rewind. At the same time, my entire body, which my whole life had been only a bit off-white, took on the deeper tan that my arms had already adopted, not dark enough to look like a tanning booth job, but very visible. My shoulders were next to feel the now familiar tingle, and, once again, I was surprised to watch as they seemed to simultaneously shrink and grow. Any definition that my shoulders had evaporated in an instant, becoming in a blink of an eye identical to a woman's; however, as they shrank, they began to spread wider, not enormously, but noticeably. By now, my mind was racing. A few minutes ago, I could've written all of this off; maybe I was going crazy, maybe I was so upset about myself that I started seeing things, something, anything like that. But there was no denying it anymore: what was happening to me, and everything I saw, felt, and experienced was very, very real. But how? Why was this happening to me? My thoughts were interrupted by a loud popping sound; I could sense from the warmth inside me that it was my hips. The waist-band of my boxers suddenly pulled a bit tighter, proving that I was about to start taking on the secondary sex characteristics that become so prominent in girls as they blossom into women through puberty. Once again, I let out a moan; these feelings, the warmth and tingling, it was all too much! I moaned...then I stopped. What was that sound? That certainly wasn't my voice I heard; no, it was too high, to girly, and... I quickly turned my head towards my mirror, and looked closely: I could immediately tell that my Adam's apple had vanished. Gone. As if it were never there. I coughed, and cleared my throat, already taken aback at the higher pitch I heard. "Um...hello? What's happening to me? Why am I changing like this?" my voice was shaky with fear, and the sound only confirmed those fears. My voice was octaves higher already; not ultra-high, but I could tell that, in a few mere seconds, I had made the jump from low baritone to spot-on soprano. The tingling suddenly reappeared, darting right into my face! I could feel it so closely, my cheeks twitching, my lips quivering, my eyes blinking, and everything changing. Like my shoulders, my neck thinned out, no longer the thick support base of a man. I forced my eyes wide open and stared: my cheeks changed first. The bones went higher, as if they were pulling my lips up into a smile. In the next breath, the cheeks filled up; my face was pretty masculine, square jaw, five o' clock shadow and all that, but that was rapidly changing, as my cheeks took on a full, apple-like quality and a tan complexion, leaving not even a follicle of my five o' clock shadow behind. Next, my eyebrows, which had so often given me trouble as it threatened to become a unibrow, met the same fate as the rest of my body hair, receding into my face, and leaving behind only two thinner, well maintained lines above my eyes. The most radical changes in my face, though, came next: first, my eyes went wider. Not because I willed them to, but because they had simply changed that way; looking ever MORE closely, I watched in shock as my brown pupils, which were now framed by gorgeous, doe eyes and long, luxurious eyelashes, seemed to fill with a green mist, leaving behind two orbs of the most beautiful, soul-piercing emerald. My nose followed, and how! My genetics had "cursed" me with a bit of a "schnozz", but my new body would have none of it! It shrank down, becoming dainty, like my hands and feet before it, only slightly turning up, leaving an adorable button quality. My lips were an even more stark change, though; my thin, manly lips were about to be erased from existence, as I could feel another rush of fat, this time to my mouth. My bottom lip quivered even more, shaking as it bore the invasion of fat; my upper lip followed suit, as my mouth suddenly changed from thin, plain masculinity, to luscious, plump, kissable femininity. When I closed my mouth, taken aback by the feeling of the two fat lips smacking together, I could tell that my mouth had also gotten wider. Why was that? I smiled a bit; well, I suppose that, with these big lips, I'll need a big mouth to fit what I'm going to put- Woah, woah, woah. Stop. Where the hell did that come from?! What kind of thought was that? I looked at myself again, only now realizing just how beautiful, full, and rounded my face had become. My Lord, if I didn't know any better, and I saw a girl with a face like this, I'd be falling all over myself to get her number! I brought one dainty hand up to my face, placing it on my cheek. Just a little while ago, I was a relatively plain looking guy; now, my face was good enough to be on the cover of any newsstand magazine. I backed away from the mirror in fright, but suddenly bumped into a pillow on my bed. Turning around to move it, my now rounded jaw dropped as I saw there was nothing there. What had that been? Could it have been...? I twisted myself and looked back, and then turned my back towards the mirror; yep, it was. Just as my hips had popped larger, my butt had followed suit. It wasn't much bigger...yet...but it was enough to make a noticeable difference. It suddenly hit me: Ally! How had I been so blind? She thought there had been something wrong with me, that I was getting down on myself, and she managed to sell me those products, the ones that promised to make me feel better about myself. I had bought them in my desperation, a small part of my brain hoping that the promises of "feel great!", "live the life you desire", of a "boost of self-confidence", and of "bringing you your deepest wishes" would all come true; but what did any of this have to do with it? I swore then that I'd get that woman back, somehow, when all of this insanity finally stopped. The tingling reappeared. I could feel it, stronger and MUCH more intense than it had been so far; once again, it was centered around my hips. I braced myself, turning, and let out a loud scream, more out of shock than in pain, as my hips once again popped, flaring out further than they had before. I bent over, resting my hands and arms on my dresser, my face again facing my mirror, and I felt some of the tingle run up my spine, as well. My spine suddenly felt stiff; not just stiff, but just about as uncomfortable as anything I had ever felt before. I had to crack it! Oh God, this felt awful! Bent over, I tried twisting, turning, everything I could think of, until I finally straightened my back. SNAP! Woah! There it was! The uncomfortable feeling vanished as my spine aligned itself, bending in a different way than it ever had before. The popping in my hips ceased, but the change didn't; a slow, steady spreading replaced the popping, as my hips expanded to an ungodly size! All through my teenage years and into college my hips were like any other guy's: straight, narrow, pretty thin. No more, as the swelling of my hips continued, and continued, more, and more, and more! It seemed like it would never end! At the same time, I felt a strange sensation in my legs. Falling back onto my bed, and feeling for the first time what sitting on my new, enormous hips would feel like, I watched as, once more, radical changes befell my entire body shape. Like my hips, my legs have always been pretty strong and athletic, the kind that could fit into a tight pair of jeans and not look awkward. Like the other changed parts of my body, my legs began to shake as fat deposits grew inside of them. The fat deposits lead to the inevitable: my thighs were absolutely flooded with fat. The muscles in my legs, the ones I had earned through my years playing basketball, soccer, all the games of my youth and past, just dissolved, drowned in a sea of soft, fatty curves. Where had it come from? How does fat just appear out of nowhere? It was amazing to watch, in the way that you can't turn away from a gross part in a horror movie. My legs jiggled with waves, as my thighs swelled upwards, becoming taller, wider, and the very definition of "womanly". By the time it was done, my thighs were rubbing together...and I hadn't even closed my legs! I was sitting normally! I suddenly remembered something I had once read: a woman's thighs and legs have thinner skin than a man's, thus making them more sensitive, in some cases almost into erogenous zones. I gulped at the thought. Looking down, my calves had actually thinned out, losing muscle mass A quick jolt suddenly made me stand up again! It was my ass! I suddenly remembered my hips, and looked down at them. Oh. My. God. I've heard of child-bearing hips in the past; if I were bearing children (and, God, I hoped I wouldn't be), I'd be having ten with these things. I had never in my life seen anything approaching this width, but I knew they were about to get even fuller. Just as it did with my thighs, I could tell the tingle and the warmth was turning my ass cheeks into two gigantic fat deposits. I almost began shaking, feeling like crying (like a woman!), as I knew what would come next: pounds and pounds of fat slowly flooded my ass, overwhelming me, causing my ass cheeks to grow bigger, wider, and taller. I shut my eyes; dear God, this whole process, despite the terror it's given me, had also felt pretty erotic. But nothing could prepare me for what kind of feelings the swelling of my ass would give me. My heart, my mind, fuck, my very soul shook as the fat grew, multiplying, turning my ass into the world's biggest natural pillows. The very feeling of my ass growing was like jerking off...no, it was better than that! Far better! It was beyond intense! Thinking of that, though, I looked down, noticing my to-this-point untouched penis was standing fully erect, speaking volumes about how horny this swelling was making me! I took my right hand and reached down, stroking it, making it even bigger, doubling the sensations that ran through me, taking me into an animalistic frenzy of horniness. I screamed for all I was worth; I couldn't believe it, but the high pitch of the scream put me over the edge, and I felt my dick jerk as I erupted with white, sticky liquid all over my bed's comforter. After what could have been ten minutes, maybe more, my ass finally ceased growing, and I crashed down on the bed, right next to where I had cum. This wasn't just like falling on a pillow: I felt like I had fallen onto another mattress! It was huge! I had always been big into tits and ass, had always noticed how women had so much more "junk in the trunk" than men; hell, sometimes I wondered, out of innocent curiosity, what that kind of behind would feel like. Now I knew. It was indescribable. I could feel my boxers, miraculously still intact, if only by a few threads, riding way, way up into the now huge crack of my ass. I sat up, looking, once more, straight into the mirror. The tingle went to my scalp, and I watched, unmoving, as my brown hair became raven- black. I watched as all the thin patches of hair on my head, the early signs of possible male pattern baldness, were suddenly blacked out as my hair grew thick, lush, and full. Next, it grew longer; my neck and shoulders suddenly tickled as it fell past them, gaining volume, shine, and even curls along the way, ending only right below my shoulder blades in a luscious mane. I stood up slowly. Everything felt different now. My entire center of gravity had changed; I almost felt a need to stand on my tip-toes, as my arches had even changed. I was definitely shorter now; where I had once been 5'10'', I guessed I had to be about 5'5''-5'6'' , max, right now. Looking at the mirror, if I had been more fully clothed, there would have been no way of telling that I had ever existed as a man; but there were some changes still waiting to be done. Looking at my stomach, I noticed how flat it was, especially in comparison with the rest of my body; it stood out as a part of me that was still male. No sooner had I thought that then the wondrous warmth filled me, or my stomach, more specifically. My eyes rolled in the back of my head in pleasure, as I realized that all I could do at this point was go along for the ride. I brought both hands around my relatively flat stomach, when I suddenly felt another jolt. In an instant, my hands were suddenly pressing against a growing, spreading wall of fat. Like the other changes, it was slow, but it was constant; my stomach, or my gut now, I suppose, marched forward like an army, spilling out of my hands, leaving me with a very noticeable paunch. Letting go, I felt it hang over my crotch, rounding out, and becoming smooth; I didn't even have stretch marks! It wasn't over, though, as the fat suddenly spread; my gut only shrunk slightly as some of that fat wrapped around me, crawling through me, embracing me, enveloping me, flowing into my back and into the sides of my hips, turning into smooth, round slopes that flowed into my gigantic behind; these weren't just love handles, they were love cushions! Looking at my waist, I could tell that I was well on my way to a radical hourglass figure, something I would not have even dreamt of a mere hour ago. Curious, I bent backwards, and took a deep breath as I felt something I had never felt in my life: rolls of fat, bunching together on my back and sides, pressing together the more I bent. I brought myself back up, drinking in just how far I had come. Once more, the tingle appeared; this time, it went straight to my chest. Oh God, here they come. I braced myself, knowing full well that, once this happened, once the tingle transformed my currently flat- chest, then there would never, ever be any turning back. I would have the two biggest, most visible signs of womanhood, and there would be no way to hide them from the world. The first change was somewhat unexpected; my chest had always been pretty small, but I could now feel it spread a bit, like it was preparing itself to accommodate a sizeable load. Peering intently, my eyes were drawn to my areolas, which had both suddenly begun spreading. Steadily they grew, spreading until they were twice the size they had been a moment before; now three times bigger; now five. With each growth spurt, they took on a darker tone, and my nipples, once mere buds on my chest, had begun poking out further, little by little. I brought my hand up, and noticed that I needed four fingers to even come close to covering them. The tingling appeared again; it was like someone had flipped a switch on in my chest! It felt like volts of electricity were coursing throw me, thrilling me, throwing me off a cliff into throes of ecstasy! I brought both of my perfectly manicured hands up to my chest once more, pulling my incredibly tight t-shirt up further, teasing my protruding nipples with my half-inch long nails. Oh, oh GOD! Was this what it felt like? Was this what it was like for women? How could they live like this, with two pleasure machines sitting RIGHT THERE, in front of them every minute of the day?! A part of me, an increasingly loud part, began to actually start feeling regret over not having something to grab onto while teasing those wonderful, wonderful buds of pleasure on my chest. That's why I completely lost control of myself when I felt two small bumps begin to pop up behind my nipples. Teasingly, slowly, my chest, once so neglected during puberty, once denied it's opportunity to become the full glory that nature intended it to be, to become the symbol of the femininity that nature intended all people to possess before that wretched "Y" chromosome messed the entire formula up, began it's process of transformation, and rebirth. Inside, I knew what was happening: like my ass, hips, and thighs, my chest was becoming a primary fat deposit for my body. An even bigger change, though, was more internal; my mammary glands, which had been forced to remain dormant while my body went through those awkward male changes at puberty, simply growing and stretching instead of filling and blossoming like it was intended to, had finally come to life. I couldn't see it, but I could sense it. I could produce milk. I could give life. I had a new role now: my role was to nurture, to give sustenance with the gift nature had bestowed upon me, the gift nature had designed us all to have. My heart began beating faster with each passing second, growing louder in my ear with each pump. The anticipation, the turn my entire outlook on life was about the take, and the knowledge that I was powerless to stop it was sending my adrenaline into overdrive. A minute later, I felt it. Looking down, I saw the two bumps that had appeared behind my areolas grow just a bit bigger, giving my chest just a bit more volume. Laying back on the bed to brace myself, I moaned as the electric sensations coursed through me. I was a puppet now, a slave to these feelings, being pulled and coaxed along, down the road to a place where "wo" came before "man", where "fe" came before "male", where the circle and arrow became the circle and cross. Breathing hard, I felt the bumps grow once again. And again and again. Like my hips, my growth began with small pops and bumps, but, soon enough, became a slow, intensely erotic swelling. I began moaning, much more loudly than I had before, much longer, too. The swelling began in earnest. My moans grew louder. The growth, the fat that cascaded into my chest, swelling me, stretching me, softening me even more, began to now push my nipples, already bigger than they had ever been before, further outward, until they were pointing straight out, longer than fingertips, gaining more and more in sensitivity with every growth spurt. Disconnected, I heard a voice, a high pitched one, clearly a woman's cry of ecstasy, and cries of Yes! Yes! Ohmigod, ohmigod, don't stop, DON'T STOP! BIGGER! BIGGER! Ooooh, oooh yeah... I knew it was me; I just don't remember thinking it. It just happened; the feelings, these sensations were clouding my mind, turning me towards sexual instinct. Looking forward, I watched as my breasts, yes, MY breasts, swelled larger and larger, until they blocked my field of vision, consuming everything. How big were they? Like my ass, they had to be abnormally huge; they stuck out in front of me like beach balls, like watermelons! My curiosity once again took over as I reached a hand upwards, slowly, ready to feel what these new melons of mine felt like. I squeezed them, I groped them, I went at them like a ravenous, sexual beast. My mind threatened to go blank. My jaw dropped, my large eyes opened wider, and my huge mouth gaped; unreal. I brought my fingers up, grabbing a now long, pointed nipple, and tugged. I screamed louder than I ever thought possible. I immediately let go; what did I have to compare this to? What did I have as a man that could possibly compare to what I felt now? The answer was simple: NOTHING. Everything about this body gave me pleasure; a mere soft touch on my enormous hips, a slight caress, brought me just as much pleasure as jacking off my penis ever had. I rubbed my thighs, now jiggling uncontrollably as my whole body shuddered with pleasure, together, giving me easily five times as much pleasure as male masturbation ever had. I crossed them over one another, realizing that I had never been able to do this as a man; just thinking that made my whole body quiver! My hands rubbing my tummy, and I giggled to myself as I realized I called it my "tummy", feeling it jiggle as well, grabbing it, bunching it together, putting a finger in my bellybutton; I could do this for hours! My ass...oh GOD, my wonderful ass! How erotic, how womanly, how intimidating it must be. My ass, along with my hips, perfectly designed for pleasure, for childbearing, for giving life; I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have it filled... My mind came back to reality as I felt my breasts finally settled, fully grown, on my chest. They were very heavy, but I didn't really seem to mind. My areolas were now easily as big as my palm, bigger, in fact! And my nipples stuck out in front of me, the size of my pinky, tingling and exciting me as they exposed themselves to the cool air of my room. Closing my eyes, I brought both my hands to the tops of my breasts, slowing rubbing the entire length of them, up and down, slowly and sexually, stopping only to give my poor, lonely areolas attention with my fabulous fingernails. I sat up, my thumbs lightly tracing their dark brown edges, humming a small tune to myself. Man, I feel like a woman... My eyes opened wide again as the tingle returned, one last time. Only one thing remained to change. I smiled. My crotch came to life in an instant, my cock springing to a meager six inches. Six inches? How could I have ever pleasured a woman with THAT measly thing? Well, maybe I had come close, but there was no way I could have ever pleased a REAL woman! Smiling to myself, this time overjoyed in the knowledge of the pathetic life I was about to leave behind, I once again slowly leaned backwards; in a few moments, I would be that real woman. This time, I didn't lean back so much to brace myself as to give myself a good view for the show that was about to go on. I then noticed that my cum was STILL on the comforter from earlier, though mostly dried up. Reaching over with my left hand, I rubbed some of what was left onto my sexy little pointer finger, and brought it up to my lips. I brought my tongue, now more pointed, not to mention flat- out longer, than it had been before, and lightly licked my finger clean. Ooh, now there's a taste I could get used to! In that moment, my cock grew as tall as it could, shaking with sexual intensity. I brought my hands down, the upper part of my arms wrapping around and pushing up my gigantic tits, the lower parts crossing over the large valley of my belly, and grabbed my throbbing member, jerking it rapidly, furiously, up and down with my two dainty hands. I knew full well what this would bring me, and I smiled as, once again, the pumping sensation began, sending a fountain of cum all over my dick, hands, and sheets. I continued pumping it, hoping to milk every last drop out of me, wanting to taste it all! At the same time, I played a little game with myself; if I could milk every last drop of semen out of me, my change will finish that much quicker! It was like a race! I brought both of my cum-splattered hands up, first opting to lick and suck the back of my hands dry. I reveled in the salty taste going down my throat, the creamy liquid giving me a warm, comforting feeling. I swished it around my mouth, rubbed it on the roof of my mouth, coated my teeth in it, even dabbed my plump lips with them, so I could taste it later on! I knew full well what I'd be doing from then on; the feelings I had gotten while looking at my new, huge mouth and lips, the wonder I felt at the things I'd be putting into it...pulling a strand of cum from my tongue, watching it stretch, and then quickly sucking it back in, I knew then that, from now on, I was an oral fanatic! My own cum had been amazing, and I could feel my cock spring back to life as I imagined what the semen of a total stranger would taste like... I briefly came out of my reverie...I had just given myself an erection while thinking of orally pleasing a man, a stranger, at that. I giggled, twirling a long, thick black curl of hair in my fingers; that was the first time in my life I had ever aroused myself while thinking of a man! Ohmigawd, I loved it! I even imagined it being a stranger, maybe a man I could take into the bathroom at a bar, or anywhere, for that matter, without even knowing his name...I giggled again. Goddess, I'm such a slut. Suddenly, I could feel a big change down below. I looked up, gazing lovingly into the mirror, having to deal with a small struggle as I maneuvered around my huge breasts and tummy to get a good look at my crotch. As my penis finished pumping out semen, most likely for the last time (good riddance!), I felt something strange in my scrotum; my balls had just been sucked inside of me! I laughed, not even out of pleasure, just out of joy; I could feel them moving around inside of me. In fact, I could feel EVERYTHING moving inside of me! My entire insides began shifting; various veins and tubes began restructuring themselves, spreading, until, once again only instinctually, I knew I had developed a uterus. I could feel my testicles moving around, changing, entering my new fallopian tubes, changing as they did so; once again, though I could not see anything, I knew now that my testicles, those sensitive, obstructive ovals that always gave me grief if I wore tight clothes, which I would be doing a LOT from now on, had, like me, been reborn, into my new ovaries! That wasn't the best part, though! My scrotum, now empty, began folding in upon itself, as if it were sinking. In fact, it WAS sinking. I watched it bunch together, sink, and could even feel as it painlessly split down the middle, tightening and creating an opening that would forever serve as my primary sexual identity. I felt folds opening, different layers, as my primary sex took on a complexity, beauty, and power it had never known as a mere cock. Speaking of which, I looked towards my penis; it, too, was shrinking. Not that it had been that big to begin with; seriously, what kind of a man had I been? How could they let me run around, letting such a lowly creature so much as talk to, let alone touch a beautiful, delicate creature such as a woman? My penis shrank and shrank, it's skin folding back, the shaft becoming thinner and thinner, shaded a bright red; I watched it shrink into my new opening, inserting itself. I brought a fingernail to it, and lightly rubbed it...and stopped dead. Oh, Lord-...Lady...I thought my breasts, my nipples were amazing, but this...THIS was a pleasure not of this world. If rubbing my thighs was multiple times more intense than male masturbation; if a mere touch was nearly as good as it; then this new feeling blew it away by a hundred times. I spent the next hour (two hours? Four hours?) pleasuring myself, drinking in and reveling in my reborn body. At long last, my self pleasing finished, and I laid back, gazing at myself, falling in love with every line, every curve, every inch of the new me. Orgasms were something very different now; rather than a mere pumping sensation, a warmth, like the one that had changed me earlier, spread through me, causing my whole body to shake. Hehehehe, even that little tingle reappeared whenever I came! It was so wonderful! The best part: in the hour or so that I pleased myself, I must've come dozens of times, with no signs of fatigue until I was finished. I had once heard a joke: a woman's vagina is like an antique, freshly polished, finely tuned, masterfully-crafted Steinway piano...and a guy's dick is like a kazoo. Basking in the afterglow of my new method of masturbation, I realized just how much truth lie in that joke. I reflected on what had happened: my testicles were now my ovaries. My sperm had become eggs. My scrotum had become my vagina. My penis was now my ultimate pleasure center, my clitoris, nature's greatest gift. My Y-chromosomes were now X, my testosterone had become estrogen, and I smiled as I realized that I now had a whole new world open to me. No longer would I go out having to pick up dates; men would come to me. No longer would I be in the role of the sledgehammer, the useless prick pumping in and out; no, from now on, sex was now about fulfillment, namely the filling of each and every orifice I could open. Sex would now make me whole, complete, and content. I laid on my side, still admiring myself in the mirror, simply in love with my divine body. Laying that way, I saw just how big my hips were. I closed my eyes. 48-38-68. Huh? What was that? Oh yeah! My measurements! My Goddess, 68 inches of ass? Yes! I looked at it, wondered at it, looked at how high it reached up, curving up towards the ceiling, bigger than any I had ever even imagined seeing. Let me see, 68 inches...when I had been a man, I wore size 36 jeans. I had nearly doubled. No doubt about it, I was a thick girl! I finally stood up, drinking in my whole body. I stood on my tip-toes and brought my arms up, running them through my thick, luxurious hair. My gut now hung over my pussy, though I didn't really have a FUPA (fat upper-pussy area...hehehe, I can't believe I get to have a pussy!); instead, it sort of ran together in one big curve, leading from around my belly button down to my delicate, flowering womanhood. Smiling, I realized that I had become a "peach-shape" woman; baby, I gave new meaning to "peach-shaped"! I must've been the biggest, ripest peach on the farm! Gazing at myself, I came to a final conclusion: I was a goddess. Not just me, though; I had joined the ranks of every woman out there who dared to live life pleasurably, who knew true sexuality, true womanhood, lay in curves, roundness, thickness, and hedonism. I smiled again, cradling my enormous breasts in my arms like babies; I remembered that movie, what was it called? Oh yes, Real Women Have Curves. A-WO-men, sister. I decided to do something then; I gingerly ran into my bathroom, feeling as if I'd come at the mere jiggling of all my dynamite curves, and the cool air breezing by me. I giggled to myself as I noticed I was running with my forearms pointing up, an extremely feminine gesture. I stepped into the bathroom, my t-shirt and boxers now tattered and torn, unable to contain my pouring curves, and stepped onto my scale. fI gave a loud, high pitched squeal of delight. A mere three hours ago, a 20 year old, 180 pound, painfully unremarkable boy (too sorry of an excuse to be a "man") had stepped onto this scale; three hours later, SHE, a big, bold, brash, confident WOMAN had returned, stepped onto the scale, and looked proudly at the reading: 286 pounds. I had gained over a hundred pounds! Over 100 pounds of nothing but pure, beautiful fat! No ugly, manly muscle, just curve upon curve upon gorgeous curve! I was ecstatic! I ran to the mirror, and gazed longingly at myself. Goddess, the only shame of being this fucking gorgeous is that I can't fuck myself...well, at least not without help. I stood like a model, one hand at my hips, and did a 360 for myself, stopping to once again put my arms through my hair and gyrate my titanic hips and ass; oddly enough, though I had never tried it before in my life, I found I could shake my goodies and dance as well as any stripper! I'll have to keep that in mind! I grabbed the flab on my gut and tugged at it with both hands; I rubbed it, drinking in how good it made me feel, and decided on a mission: as long as I lived, that gut would NEVER disappear. Nor would my tits, ass, thighs, hell, I didn't want to lose any fat on my arms, either! Simply put, there was now more of me to love, and I intended to keep it that way. I looked at my face, again, noticing just how gorgeous I really was. Oddly enough, if someone had seen me from the neck/shoulders up, they would never be able to guess what wonders awaited below; they'd think I was a "normal" sized woman. Ooh, how much fun it'll be to see the expressions on people's faces when they see just how much plus-size fun is waiting for them under there! I guess I don't really want a double chin, though...but that's ok, if I could be over 285 pounds and not have one, then I bet I could go as high as I like! That's when it hit me. I knew now what my mission would be; everything made sense now. The products the woman had given me promised to give me self-confidence, and to give me my deepest desires. I remembered what I had been thinking before the changes started; I knew that, as a sorry excuse for a boy, I'd never make an impact in the world, never make a positive change for people. Now, I could change all that. For too long, thin has been the standard for hot in this world. Little girls go anorexic, teenage girls deprive themselves of the pleasures of the world, and older women let themselves get depressed as their hips grew larger with each passing year. Men, meanwhile, were stuck accepting it, not feeling capable of truly letting women know that they find curves sexy without seeming "weird". Well, things were about to change in this world. And it would all be thanks to me. First things first, though! I walked into my bed room, my arms above my hips so as not to bump into them as they swayed seductively and naturally back and forth. I knew that a lot of things would have to change. First of all, how could I go out into the world in a tattered t-shirt and boxers?! Hell, all of my...no, all of his old clothes wouldn't fit me now. They were too small; no clothes should ever be made that small. I needed a new wardrobe! A strange feeling overtook me; well, not so much me, as the area around me, but I certainly felt it! I felt a crawling feeling around my vagina, and looked at the mirror to see what it was. It was my boxers; they were moving! But they were changing, as well! I looked closely; I felt it as the boxers began repairing themselves, stretching across the wide, WIDE expanse of my cartoonishly-large ass, threads reconnecting, the waistband stretching well beyond what should've been their breaking point. A wide smile crossed my face as I realized what was happening (God, my teeth look so nice now, too!); my boxers began changing color, taking on a sort of turquoise-like shade, and I began to moan once again as I felt the very material begin to change. Cotton was certainly soft, but I know now, and can safely tell the world, that it has nothing, absolutely NOTHING, on soft, smooth satin. Twisting around to give myself a better view, I watched as my new panties embraced my wide-as-a-house hips, resting snugly on them, before the bottom of them began creeping into the crack of my ass, not quite into a thong, but undeniably into a pair of sexy women's underwear. I giggled as the top half of the front of the panties, as well as the sides, took on a lacy floral pattern, becoming even more delightfully feminine. I reveled in the feeling; I...no, HE used to wear boxers because it made him feel less "confined"; what an idiot he had been. Thank God he was gone. Anybody who has never felt the sheer eroticism that is tight, tight satin across your hips, pussy, and inside your ass has no authority to speak on the subject of undergarments. A minute later, I watched, smiling, as my t-shirt, now too tight to come down over my mammoth tits, began to undergo a similar change; the sleeves of the shirt slid in, becoming shoulder straps. The neckline PLUNGED, and the shirt wrapped itself, once again, snugly, around my divine chest. It, too, began taking on a turquoise shade as the front of the shirt began morphing into cups, with the back becoming a wide elastic band with multiple hooks. Without a second thought, I brought my hands behind me and attached each hook, no slipups, as if I had been doing it my whole life. I watched contently as my bra, my very first bra, nestled into my fat, gravity-defying tits, caressing my nipples, keeping me in a constant state of mild arousal; just the way I wanted it. I pushed my breasts together, marveling out just how far they jutted out from me; I bounced around, laughing like a schoolgirl at how much pleasure their jiggling was giving me. I said to myself, 48GG, knowing instinctively what size bra I wore. I probably needed something along the lines of a 48HHH, but I'll be damned if I didn't love the way the smaller sized bras pushed my luscious, tasty titties up! Looking at other clothes, I decided I wanted a matching ensemble! I grabbed an old pair of sneakers from my closet; they had fit him since high school, he had played in a state basketball tournament with them, but why should I care about his nostalgia! Closing my eyes and wishing, I felt the soft material of the sneakers grow hard, as both shoes changed into turquoise, 4-inch, close-toed pumps. Slipping them on, I quickly felt relief for my arches, which felt right at home in a pair of big heeled, sexy fuck-me pumps! Taking little baby steps towards my clothes rack, and noticing how my hips were now ROLLING around oh-so- sexily, I grabbed a cotton robe and wrapped it around myself, wanting to feel it when it changed; in an instant, I was being enveloped by a smooth, brand new turquoise silk robe, big enough to cover me (it must be a small tent, hehehe!), but small enough to show off my ample cleavage, and to cut off at the top of my round, womanly thighs. I spent the next while changing each and every bit of clothing in that room into whatever I saw fit; boxers and briefs became bras, panties, garter belts, and various kinds of lingerie. Sox, which I figured I wouldn't be using too much from now on, were made into tights, stockings, and pantyhose. Shoes and sneakers became pumps, open-toes, platforms, sandals, boots...or they would, if that cheap fuck had more shoes I could change! Men, seriously! Jeans were out, as well; I hung on to only a couple pairs, making sure they were just a little too tight across my enormous bottom, but changed the rest into various skirts, dresses, and tight stretch pants in all different colors. I especially loved those tight pink ones, the ones where the leg cuffs cut off, wrapping closely around my calves; they were so playful, and would look great with my new platform sandals, definitely summer-time items! I took stock of the rest of my apartment. Everything had to change: my room, my d?cor, my movies, my music, my "toys" (what kind of nerd collects old action figures?); everything must go! The room went first; shades of blue became a lovely pink, to match those pants I had just made. My bed became king-sized, and softer than anything anyone could imagine sleeping on. The floor, which had once held various clutter like clothing, CD's, and books, was now sparkling, with a throw rug right in front of my bed; the clutter was now safely stored in my gigantic walk-in closet, which was more like a second bedroom; it wasn't very full now, but once I was done hitting the malls and draining his accounts, it would be overflowing! Just like me! The dresser was now a vanity, one that I always treasure, as it has the mirror in which I watched my glorious transformation from useless bag of shit into divine, unattainable beauty and mystery. The toys he owned, various action figure collectibles and sporting goods, are now MY toys: vibrators, strap-ons, butt plugs, not to mention "extra special" lingerie. I actually took a few of his figures and even turned them into stuffed animals for my bed; if I had to go to bed alone, I might as well have something soft I can rub against! I giggled, once again absent-mindedly twirling my hair; I was such a girly-girl. Even the books and magazines changed; my "library" was now a collection of different porn, sex books, and romance novels (my favorites!), and Sports Illustrated and that stupid car magazine had become celebrity rags...yeah, I'm a whore for things like that. Walking out, I turned back to make one more change: I took pages out of the magazines, pinning them to the walls, making them of my favorite stars, models, porn stars, and actors, men and women. God, what I'd give to have Brad Pitt riding my big ass while I eat out Jessica Alba...that's a girl I'd love to convince to put on a cool 50 pounds! Even my DVD's and music had to change; in the living room, I watched as stupid boy movies, like action, sci-fi, and adventure movies became romantic comedies, musicals, and did I mention more porn? I love the ones where there's more than two guys, since I can lay there, fuck myself with my favorite vibrator, and dream of being the girl in the video some day. My CD's underwent similar changes; that stupid, old rock and metal music changed to something a bit more hip; nothing makes me move my milkshakes and booty like pop, hip hop, R&B, and salsa! How else could I dance like an experienced stripper? I admit, I threw in some show tunes in there as well; God, I wish I could sing like some of those Broadway girls sometimes! Oddly enough, I had to change the kitchen, as well; he had obviously not been very wealthy, but the food he did have was awful! All these vegetables and tasteless microwave noodles; no, this would never do! I made my wish, and watched as my fridge, freezer, and cabinets became to become stocked with chips, sodas, cookies, liquor (for special occasions, hehehe), a few different kinds of meat, and, most importantly, ice cream. I had the body of a woman who indulged herself, and with good reason; I had no plans of showing restraint, not in this life, sister! I went back into my room, stripped down, and took a nice, long bubble bath in my new hot-tub. I looked around at my bathroom, taking stock of all my new accessories, and took full advantage of all the scents, candles, and bubbles that I now had in my cabinets. Cleaning up, now dabbing myself clean with my towel instead of scrubbing, I changed into a new outfit: an orange lace bra and panty set, brown stretch pants (I made sure they were tight enough to see my panties through...I just love the way these stretch pants make it look like my tummy curves right into my pussy!), a tight, sleeveless orange pull-over blouse that accentuated my curves, and a nice pair of 5-inch pumps, which caused my 68-inch ass to push out even further. Throwing a tan jacket, a necklace, and my favorite bracelets and earrings on (funny, I wasn't even pierced before today!) , I touched up my makeup, not that I needed much, grabbed my new $600 purse, complete with my new driver's license, pictures, and makeup kit, grabbed my car keys, and took one last, good look around at my handy work. Gawd, I guess pink really is my color! My apartment was now something right out of the pages of a Martha Stewart magazine, but with some sexy, personal twists added; I may have gone overboard on the pink paint, but, hey, my life had just completely changed, and I wanted to shout it out for all the world to hear!. I smiled, knowing that I was about to go out driving my brand new red Corvette to the mall, where I would spend, spend, spend! I had a lot now, but I needed more shoes, makeup, dresses, skirts, blouses, bras, panties, stockings, "toys", all in the brightest, loudest, sexiest colors I could imagine...like, gawd, I'm such a girl! I brought my hand up and brushed my hair behind my ear, one of the single most feminine gestures a woman can make, swished my hips, gave my titties a little jiggle, blew myself a big, wet kiss from my plump lips in the door side mirror, and sashayed out the door of the apartment building, throwing my arms up high, smiling, knowing that this world was now mine for the taking. Before I left, I decided one last thing. I have a new name, don't I? I certainly hope so; it'd be blasphemous to call myself by his old name. I'm far too close to perfection for that. I was now what nature intends all of us to be, and I would never take a name that would say otherwise. My name is Joseph DiNardio. Joseph...My name is Joe. It's Jo. J...My name is Jen...Jenn...My name is Jenny... "My name is Jennifer!" I looked at my tanned skin, noting that I had, in the process of my change, likely become at least part Latina, or maybe even Phillipina! "Jennifer Miranda-Marie Lucia! And I am a FAT girl! I am a Big, Beautiful Woman!" Taking a deep breath, I confidently strode out towards my Corvette, hoping to attract all the attention I possibly could with my rolling hips, scraping thighs, and jiggling breasts. As I got into my car, ass- first, followed by both of my legs, of course, a new thought dawned on me. My car seat felt so comfortable with this enormous ass of mine as a cushion; in fact, everything, down to the slightest tickling of my senses, now felt so much better than it ever had before. It was like everything I felt, from the wind, to the sun, to the touch of my lithe hands was a brand new experience, each a doorway to new possible pleasures...and I had one person to thank for it. I smiled; I wonder if Ally, will be there again today? I've got a few things I'd like to say to her...I have a very special "thank you" in mind. My name is Jennifer. I'm 20 years old, though I now look at least 25, and I weigh 286 pounds. My huge titties don't sag, they're bigger than your head, and my ass is even wider. My hips dominate everyone who sees them, and my silky thighs rub together when I walk. My arms jiggle with flab, and my tummy sticks out, so soft and smooth. My hair is thick, dark, and beautiful, my neck is thin and delicate. I wear girly clothes, I watch girly movies, I read girly books, and I love to do girly things! More than anything in this world, I love to eat, and I love to fuck. Women, men, it doesn't matter, as long as they're hot! My goal in life is to liberate women from their thinness and repression, and men from their masculinity. It took a "big" change, but I've finally embraced the undeniable truth: women are what nature intends us all to be. The least of females, even a tiny bug, is a goddess when compared to the most powerful human male. I have been given a gift: I've left behind a life of underachievement and boredom for the life of a full-sized goddess. Nature intends for us to have curves, to indulge ourselves, and to ignore anything that tells us otherwise. And I'm going to make things right one person at a time...or maybe two or three! Kisses n' hugs, everyone! Hope you cum to see me real soon! xoxoxoXOXOXOxoxoxo Jennifer Miranda-Marie Lucia, "Jenny"! Author's Notes: First effort for me. I'm considering adding more, further stories detailing how Jennifer intends to go about changing the world, but I'll see where my whims take me. Thanks for reading!