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TG: SRU: Too Much of a Good Thing
This story has been hanging around on my hard drive for years as a rough
draft and I've finally got around to cleaning it up enough to be posted.
I have another story which I've only just started working on that might
be ready to post soon. Like this one it involves something different
than the standard gender swap.
I don't know when or even if Fictionmania will be back, but lets keep
the community going! There are still many great fiction websites out
there like the fantastic Sapphire's Place. So to all the writers out
there - write!
This story is copyright 2009 by Stephanie. All rights reserved. You may
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altered or charged for.
As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are
under the age of eighteen or whatever laws are applicable in your
country.
SRU: Too Much of a Good Thing by Stephanie
"There!" said Jane triumphantly. "I told you I had seen it."
Tom shrugged. "It must have just opened, but I thought I would have
noticed it before." He tried to remember what had been there in the mall
before 'Spells R Us'. He could have sworn that the two shops either side
of the strange little store had been next-door neighbors the week
before.
"I'm sure they'll have those Chinese herbs in that I told you about,"
Jane said and started walking towards the shop.
"Do we have to?" Tom asked tiredly. "It's all superstitious nonsense
anyway."
She turned and sighed, "No it isn't. Anyway, I'm doing it for you."
Tom gave in and trudged after her to the shop. He wished he had kept his
big mouth shut. His wife was perfect in nearly every way to him. She was
beautiful, quick-witted, intelligent and loving and Tom cared for her
deeply. In a moment of weakness he had admitted that he did like women
with large breasts. Jane knew he wouldn't cheat on her, but she had
become acutely aware how flat she was.
Since then Jane had tried dozens of homeopathic remedies to increase her
bust, despite Tom telling her repeatedly that it didn't matter. He
thought it was only a matter of time before she turned to surgical
solutions to her 'problem'. While he was a bit of a 'breast man' he
didn't want his wife to get implants just to satisfy his basic desires.
The shop had a weird atmosphere that got to him straight away. The
shelves were filled with all sorts of stuff, most of which Tom wouldn't
take even if he was paid to do it. He walked between the close packed
shelves trying to find his wife who had already disappeared into the
depths of the store. It just had to be an odd effect, but the store
seemed larger on the inside than it was on the outside.
"Can I help you, Tom?" said a voice directly behind him.
Tom jumped, tried to calm himself and then turned to face the shop
assistant. He was an old man wearing what looked like a bath robe. Tom
was about to comment on this when something else occurred to him. "How
do you know my name?"
The old man rolled his eyes. "I knew you were going to say that.
Everyone does. Perhaps I should stop doing it. Never mind, you're here
with your wife, aren't you."
"Yes, he is," said Jane as she finally reappeared. "This is an
absolutely enchanting store."
"Thank you. Now what can I help you with."
"Well, um, it's a bit of a delicate problem."
The old man nodded, "Say no more. I have just the remedy just right
here." He reached onto a shelf and pulled out a small brown glass
bottle, half-full with liquid. "This will give you the curvier figure
you desire."
Jane was far too interested in the bottle to notice that the old man had
known what her problem was without asking.
"So how much does this miracle cure cost, then?" Tom asked slightly
worriedly. He could tell Jane was so fixated on getting larger breasts
that she would pay anything to anyone claiming to have the solution.
"Well, since you only have three dollars left in your wallet that will
have to cover it," the shopkeeper said.
Tom pulled out his wallet and held out the three dollars that was all
the money inside and gave it to the old man.
"How do I take this?" Jane asked.
"One _small_ sip will suffice," the old man said as he handed over the
bottle. "If you're unsure, take a small dose, you can always take more
later. You will notice the effects almost straight away."
"Thank you so much!" Jane called back as she was ushered from the shop
by her husband.
"You don't seriously believe all that junk?" Tom asked as they walked
back to the car.
"Science isn't the beginning and end of all knowledge. There are things
and powers physicists and chemists can only dream about."
Tom shook his head. His wife was very intelligent, but she seemed to
have a massive blindspot when it came to magic and spirituality.
As soon as they reached their home Jane took the bottle upstairs to the
bedroom. Tom followed in a bad mood. She was going to be inconsolable
when it failed to work. "Are you seriously going to drink that?" he
asked. "You have no idea what is in there."
"Have a little faith, why don't you." Jane said as she quickly pulled
her blouse off. She had no real need for a bra, but wore one anyway. She
quickly removed it and then flicked her long, black hair out of her
eyes. She took a deep breath to calm herself and then picked up the
bottle.
"It's not going to work instantly you know."
Jane didn't bother replying and worked on getting the bottle cap off.
"It's on tight." She struggled with the cap for a bit before giving up
and handing the bottle to Tom. "Go on then. Show off your manly
prowess."
Tom smiled and looked at the bottle. It seemed old-fashioned, but there
didn't seem to be any reason that the cap wouldn't unscrew. He held the
bottle tightly in one hand and twisted the cap with all his might. For a
few seconds he thought it wasn't going to budge. Then the top of the
bottle snapped.
The sudden release of pressure caused him to spill half the contents of
the bottle down his front. He cursed and put the now half-empty bottle
down before trying to brush the liquid from his shirt. "Ah, shit! This
stuff stinks!"
Jane rushed to check the bottle. "Half of its gone!" she said worriedly.
"For God's sake! Don't worry about that, my shirt's ruined! That damn
shopkeeper said you only needed a small sip anyway. Not that it'll work
anyway."
"You should be more careful," Jane said, getting angry.
"Yeah, whatever." Tom wasn't in the mood for an argument so he just
grabbed a fresh shirt and headed to the bathroom. If only I had kept my
mouth shut, he thought, she would never have developed this obsession.
He shut the bathroom door behind him and peeled off his shirt. Whatever
the hell had been in that concoction had left a large dark stain in the
fabric that probably wouldn't come out. He dried his torso off roughly
with a towel and winced at the sudden pain it caused. He dropped the
towel and looked at himself in the mirror. About half a dozen spots had
appeared over his chest and stomach.
"That's just great," he remarked sourly, "the damn stuff has given me a
rash."
The spots rapidly grew in size and started to push out from the skin.
Carefully, he touched one with his finger. It was very sensitive to his
touch, but it wasn't painful. In fact it felt a little like when his
wife nibbled his nipples once during a bout of lovemaking. Talking of
which, his nipples had grown visibly darker and... no, his imagination
must be playing tricks with him; they couldn't be growing larger?
He reached up to touch one of his nipples and was shocked to see his
chest hairs fall away as his fingers brushed them. His nipples were
growing larger and were becoming much more pronounced. The spots he had
previously noticed hadn't stopped growing either and he finally accepted
what they really were. In a mere few seconds he had gone from having two
small, male nipples to having nine large, female ones.
As well as the two nipples where his normal ones usually were, he now
had one nipple between them. Three more formed a ragged line underneath
them. One other was on the left-hand side of his torso level with his
belly button. The final two were spaced either side of his belly button.
All were surrounded by large areolas.
Tom stared at himself in the mirror for several long minutes. What was
Jane going to think? Jane! She was still in there with that bottle. He
ran into the bedroom. "Don't touch that bottle!"
"Why not?" she asked without looking at him. She was just finishing
emptying the bottle into two smaller ones. She screwed down the cap on
the second bottle and then turned to look at her husband. Tom watched
frozen in place as her expression went from one of shock to fear as she
recognized what had grown on her husband's chest.
She walked over to him. "My God. That potion did this to you?"
"Yeah, what are we going to do?"
"It works," she said softly, but loud enough for Tom to here.
"Is that all you care about!" he shouted. "This stuff has turned me into
a freak!"
"I'm sorry, Tom," Jane said quickly. "It's just that I was giving up
hope that I'd ever find something to enhance my figure without someone
cutting me open." She reached out and gently touched one of her
husband's feminine nipples.
Tom felt very strange as Jane's fingers gently explored his new anatomy.
A tingling started there and slowly spread out to his other eight
nipples. He gave a sharp intake of breath as the feelings grew. Was this
what his wife felt when he suckled her breasts?
Jane smiled as she felt the nipple become larger under her caresses. An
idea stole into her mind and she smiled. Before Tom knew what she was up
to she had knelt down and taken one of the lowest, engorged teats into
her mouth.
Tom's legs almost buckled as the waves of pleasure rolled through him.
This was wrong. They shouldn't be doing this; they had to get back to
the shop and reverse what had been done to him. But it felt so good.
Jane was teasing his nipple with her teeth and her hands were at work
massaging two of the others. His own hands moved of their own volition
to his chest to play with the two nipples where his old male ones had
been.
It felt like he had nine miniature erections on his body, five of which
were being played with. His pants were stretched tight with his own
normal male erection, but it seemed a pale shadow of the sensuous
feelings coming from his torso.
"Oh god," he whispered hoarsely. Jane stopped suckling him and looked up
at his face. "Don't stop!" he nearly screamed.
Jane smiled and returned to the teat directly in front of her face. She
ran her tongue around it before sucking it between her lips. His hips
bucked involuntarily and she could feel his straining peni pressing into
her chest. By the way he was straining she knew he was near orgasm. Jane
waited until the right moment and then she tweaked the two nipples she
was fondling with her hands and gently bit the one she was sucking.
Tom's legs finally gave way and he fell against her as he pumped his
seed into his shorts.
Jane cuddled her husband as his thunderous climax slowly died away. "Now
you know why I like having my nipples played with," she said.
"That... that was incredible." Tom looked down at his altered chest. His
nipples were still tingling. "We'd better get back to the mall."
"It's getting late. We might be too late to get there even if we left
right now, and you have to clean yourself up first."
"We can't leave something like this until the morning!" Tom protested.
"Why not? You've been affected, yes, but not harmed. The magic has gone
wrong because it was used in the wrong way, but if you were going to be
harmed by it then surely it would have happened by now."
"Magic? You're not going to start that rubbish again."
Jane smiled, "What else could make these grow so fast?" She ran a finger
over one of her husband's nipples. "And what connected them to your
nervous system so you could feel me do this?" She gave a tug and Tom
gasped at the sensation.
Tom thought about it. "It would be better to go in the morning, I
suppose. When we know that old man will be there."
"Exactly," Jane said, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her body
against his.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was still dark outside when Tom woke up. A glance at the bedside
clock told him it was still an hour or so away from dawn. He remembered
the previous night and smiled. He and Jane had made love more
energetically than he could remember.
He placed his hands on his torso and felt the strange, nine, large bumps
there. It had felt extremely good, but he would be glad to get back to
the old man and sort out this mess.
Careful not to disturb Jane, Tom slipped out of the bed and walked to
the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the light and looked at
his strangely changed form in the mirror. His nipples thickened and
hardened as he watched, remembering the passion of the previous night.
Jane had been right all along; there was such a thing as magic. Nothing
else could explain the change his body had undergone. Should he let his
wife drink some as she had originally planned to do? It might not be
safe.
But what if it worked? An image of his wife with two massive globes of
succulent flesh on her chest swam into his mind. Ever since he had been
a teenager he had been nearly obsessed with large breasted women. He was
almost as surprised as his friends when he had fallen in love with flat-
chested Jane.
How could he let her risk using a potion that could do far worse to her
than what it had done to him? But how could he pass up the chance to let
her have the breasts he had always wanted.
He longed to feel their huge weights in his hands, to fondle those
multi-orgasmic nipples. He longed to be able to look down and not be
able to see his own feet for the huge expanse of tit-flesh, lifting and
falling with every breath he took.
Tom stared at his reflection in shock as he realized the direction his
thoughts were going in. Had that been his real desire all these years?
That instead of wanting to have sex with big-breasted women, he actually
wanted to have big breasts himself? What would it be like to have those
weights on his chest for every minute of every day? He would need a
titanic bra to enclose those sensuous globes.
He looked away from the mirror and his eyes came to rest on two small
bottles resting by the washbasin. The two small bottles containing the
remainder of the potion.
One for her and one for him. He was suddenly aware of how aroused he
was.
He picked up one of the bottles and looked at the dark liquid within. He
unscrewed the cap and smelt it, it had the strong smell he remembered,
but now it was somehow alluring. His nine large female nipples grew
aroused and erect. He knew he should put the cap back on and walk away.
Maybe wanting huge tits was a deeply buried fantasy of his; maybe it was
a side-effect of the potion. The sight and smell of it was somehow
intoxicating him. The taste was sharp and bitter, but somehow still good
as it slid down his throat.
He jerked the bottle away from his lips, but the damage had already been
done. What had he done? What had he been thinking?
Tom looked down. Was it his imagination or was his chest already staring
to grow? No, it definitely wasn't his imagination. His chest was growing
two fleshy mounds. With his chest hair already gone and with the
undoubtedly feminine nipples he now possessed it was impossible to think
of those mounds as anything other than breasts.
Despite the deep horror coursing through him, a part of Tom was
thrilled. That most thrilling of female anatomy was now his to possess!
He grabbed the breasts and, determined to ignore the sensations they
were causing, tried to hold them in. At that moment they were still
smaller than his wife's breasts and he hoped to restrict their growth
any further.
But he knew straight away it was a forlorn hope. He could feel the soft
skin stretching under his palms, the growing pressure in his chest. It
started to cause pain and he gave up and pulled his hands away.
His chest, freed from its constraints bobbed free. Tom looked at the
rolling slopes of his new anatomy, and the deep valley in-between, with
a sense of total despair. Only a double mastectomy could help him now,
but how could he bare the humiliation of showing himself to a doctor?
Any surgeon would have to examine his breasts in close detail before
agreeing to surgery. They would have to prod and caress his sensuous
breasts. He could feel all nine of his nipples tingling at the thought
of his breasts being held by a man. Even his penis started to stir in
response.
It finally dawned on him what sort of fantasy he was having and he
recoiled in disgust. This wasn't right! Just because he now possessed an
abundant female bosom was no excuse to turn gay.
But that's what you always thought they were for, the small delighted
part of him said. This question was pushed out of his mind as he felt a
pulling sensation all over his torso.
One look in the mirror confirmed his worst fear. Underneath each of the
wide, female nipples he had got from being splashed with the potion he
was now growing more mounds.
Already he had seven breasts about the size of a teenaged girl's to
match the two large buxom ones he already possessed. Tom was paralyzed
with fear as he watched his seven new breasts grow and mature until they
were equal with the two that were already thrusting from his chest.
Tom moved closer to the mirror, feeling the soft weights on his torso
shift and move as he did so. His nine huge breasts stood in three ragged
but proud lines across his body. He had two on his chest in the normal
position women had them, with a third squashed between them. The three
underneath were a little more evenly spaced. Two of the bottom three
effectively covered his navel in mammary-flesh, while the third stuck
out of his left-hand side just above his hip.
I'm going to have to get my bras specially made, he thought to himself,
causing a panicky giggle to escape his lips.
"Tom? Are you oka...?"
Tom turned to see Jane standing in the doorway with an utterly shocked
look on her face. He felt a desire to cover himself up, but there was no
way he could do that with just two hands. He tried to think of something
to say, but nothing came out.
Jane snatched up the two bottles and saw that one was half empty. "What
have you done?" she asked in a stunned voice.
"I-I couldn't help myself. I just had to know how it felt. I wasn't
thinking straight."
"Damn right you weren't." Jane moved in for a closer look at her
husband's breasts. "Nine female nipples we could hide, but this? What if
there isn't a cure?"
"I know! You don't have to tell me!" Tom shouted.
"I'm sorry," Jane said. "You might as well get back to bed. There's
still a few hours before we can do anything."
Tom nodded and headed back to the bedroom, feeling the incredibly alien
sensation of his breasts jostling with every step. He slumped onto the
bed and stared at the ceiling. Sleep was impossible now, and instead his
hand crept almost unconsciously to one of his lowest breasts. The nipple
grew erect almost immediately and burrowed into his palm.
He heard Jane coming back from the bathroom and pulled his hand away.
She looked at him lying there with an unreadable expression on her face.
Then she slid onto the bed next to him. Jane pressed her own naked body
against his. The pressure against his breasts felt strange, yet very
pleasurable.
They kissed. Minutes passed as they lay in each others arms. Then Tom
became aware that something was slowly, but surely, pushing them apart.
"I'm growing again!" he all but shouted in horror.
"No, Tom, it's alright," Jane replied soothingly. "It's not you." She
sat back and smiled. "I could hardly have a husband with a larger bust
than mine, now could I?"
Both watched entranced as her breasts doubled and redoubled in size.
Within a minute she possessed a magnificent bust that put even her
husband's mammaries to shame. Tom caught himself feeling envious at the
size of Jane's breasts. But at least I have nine whole breasts and she
only has two, he thought. He blushed as he realized what he was thinking
and tried to push the thoughts from his mind.
"You drank some of the potion," he said. "What if it had done to you
what it did to me?"
"Relax," Jane replied dreamily as she hefted a breast in each hand, "It
only went wrong with you because you splashed yourself with it rather
than drinking it." She gently tweaked one of her nipples and shuddered.
"I think I'm a lot more sensitive than before."
All thoughts of their situation fled from Tom's mind and he leaned over
and sucked one of his wife's engorged nipples into his mouth At last she
had the body they both craved, and if it cost Tom his manly profile,
then so be it. He licked her thick nipple, much larger than before, with
his tongue. As he felt her gasp in pleasure he caught himself wanting
his own nipples sucked again. All of his large feminine nipples were
aroused now. No longer was the desire centered on his erect cock, but
spread right across his chest, his dick was almost forgotten.
Jane was soon squirming under him, writhing from the insatiable desires
racing through her body. Suddenly she arched under him and groaned
loudly as she reached a thunderous orgasm. It took her a couple of
minutes to come down. "My God," she finally said, "that was
unbelievable. I've never cum before from just having my nipples sucked!"
"I don't know if what I'm feeling is what you're feeling, but I can't
believe the sensations I've been getting either."
Jane propped herself up on one elbow and ran a hand over the soft mounds
on her husband's torso, smiling at the look of pleasure on his face.
"Women's nipples are more sensitive than men's... but these seem
hardwired to the pleasure centers of the brain. The ultimate addiction."
In one fluid motion she climbed on top of him. Instead of lowering
herself down on to his manhood, she slid part way down his legs and
dropped her face down to his center breast. She sucked the large, ready
teat into her mouth. With her free hands she pulled roughly at his other
breasts.
Tom's eyes rolled back and he gripped the sheets with his hands. The
sensations felt even stronger than before. Together with the feelings of
pure ecstasy there was a slightly strange, though not unpleasant,
feeling of something being drawn from his breast.
His wife let go of his nipple long enough to look up at his face and
smile at him. Running down her chin was a white fluid. She licked her
lips. "Very tasty," she said before returning to work.
Milk! He was producing milk. The thought pushed him over the edge and he
climaxed for the second time that night, spraying the underside of his
wife's breasts. Jane didn't stop, but continued to suckle at his heavy
mammary. Normally, he was finished after an orgasm, but this time the
sensations just continued to grow and grow. He pulled Jane to him and
held on for dear life as she sucked him to a second orgasm, producing
far less than he had before. Neither cared as they were fixated on each
other's breasts.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Tom shifted in the car seat and felt his nipples tingle as they rubbed
against the rough fabric of his overcoat. Sweat was pooling under his
breasts from the heavy woolen coat, but nothing else fitted him.
Jane had a similar problem, but she didn't have to hide her breasts very
existence. All she had to do was find some bras and tops that actually
fitted her prodigious new bosom. Finally, she had managed to struggle
into a top that had been baggy the day before, but was now stretched
almost obscenely tight. Tom was stuck with the large coat that was all
that would cover his unique new body shape.
He looked out the car window across at one of the entrances to the mall.
Jane had disappeared in there what seemed like ages before, but he knew
there was nothing he could do but wait. Finally, Jane reappeared and
walked over to the car. Tom watched her lovely breasts bouncing with
every step she took. The look on her face worried him; she didn't look
happy at all.
She opened the car door and slid in beside Tom. "It's gone."
"What do you mean 'gone'?" Tom replied with a horrible feeling in his
stomach. "It's closed down?"
"No, I mean gone gone." She struggled for a way to explain it. "It's not
closed, or empty. It's like it was never there!"
"That's not possible!" Tom said in shock. He was stuck like this
forever?
Jane laid a hand on one of his breasts. "And this is? We're going to
have to face it, we're on our own."
Tom looked absolutely lost and tears started to appear. "How can I live
like this?!"
Jane gently pulled his head against her large bosom. "It'll be alright,"
she said as she stroked his hair. "The worst comes to the worst we can
find a discrete cosmetic surgeon.
With her free hand she undid one of the buttons of Tom's heavy coat. She
found one of his many nipples and it quickly stiffened to the touch.
Tom sighed at the sensations. In his eyes his wife's body was now
perfect, but again and again he kept thinking the same way about his own
new form, despite being loaded with more tit-flesh than the average
cheerleading team. This was going to take a lot of working out.
As his wife drove them away from the mall he reflected that perhaps he
shouldn't be so surprised that the strange little shop had vanished as
suddenly as it had appeared.
EPILOGUE
Ten minutes previously:
The old man put the new stock of RS232 Gender Changers on the shelf and
looked out into the mall. On the other side of the mall he saw one of
his customers from the previous day. Jane, that was her name. She had a
much more voluptuous figure than she had had the last time he had seen
her. Not that he needed proof that his potions worked. Tom was, of
course, out in the car, suffering from mammary overload.
Jane spotted the old man's shop and started walking towards it. He
almost didn't have to read her mind to see the indecision. She was
thinking about her husband's abundant breasts and all the pleasure that
they had brought both of them. However, she owed it to him to get his
problem fixed.
She took a few more hesitant steps toward the shop and stopped again.
But Tom, at some deep level, truly wanted breasts; it was what had made
voluptuous women so attractive to him in the first place.
So... she would be harming him by taking away the things he wanted so
much, even if she kept her own breasts. She gave the shop one last look
and then turned and strode from the mall.
The old man's face broke into a smile which quickly developed into a
booming laugh. Then, seemingly without anyone noticing, the shop made a
grating, wheezing noise and quickly faded from view impossibly leaving
no gap behind.
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