The Changeling
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I don't remember her name, but she had blindingly shiny blonde hair, and
her voice was like soft velvet in my ears. I seem to recall that she was
blind, and that she had good taste in music. I spilled my entire story to
her, which didn't take as long as it probably should have.
When I had finished my story, she said something like, "I have a little
surprise for you," and she pulled a large, flat box from underneath her
couch, and opened it up. Inside was an electric guitar.
"What?" I asked.
"Come on, they're waiting for you," she said, and she took me by the hand
and led me to her basement door. I strapped the axe on; it was black and
had a sort of flying v shape to it, which is not something I'm fond of,
but was certainly too awestruck to protest. She led me down the stairs
where a small crowd was gathered, along with a small stage where my old
band was assembled.
I took to the stage, back to my old self again, plugged in and started
leading them in a rendition of Hey Jude (which we had never played
before) and the crowd seemed to get bigger and bigger, until the space
couldn't hold them, at which point the space itself got bigger, and
became an enormous cavernous stadium the likes of Madison Square Garden.
I started playing a guitar solo (which Hey Jude doesn't feature) that
seemed to go on forever. The crowd started chanting something, and became
so loud that the band stopped playing. So I stopped playing to hear what
was going on.
What they were shouting was, "Strip! Strip! Strip!"
Penny appeared next to me. Penny with wet brown hair and a pleated skirt.
Penny as she was when I first met her. "Are you gonna take it off or
what, honey?" she asked. I looked down and saw that underneath the
guitar I was wearing a blue full length strapless blue ball gown. I
couldn't play guitar anymore because I was wearing gloves that reached up
to my elbows. As soon as I made this realization the guitar wrapped
itself around me and became some sort of belt or sash or something. I
reached up to feel my head and discovered that I had a mountain of hair
done up in some sort of bouffant or french twist. I pulled a strand loose
and saw that it was golden, and curled.
"Can't keep 'em waiting, babe," said Tracy, and she grabbed something on
my wacky guitar belt and pulled. What she had grabbed was the end of a
zipper, and as she pulled my dress became unzipped around the waist. The
flowing skirt fell away to reveal my bare legs and a tiny pair of yellow
panties, under which there was no dick; I was definitely female again. I
tried in vain to pull my corset down to cover my crotch. Behind me I
could feel my ass plump into a tight heart shape.
The crowd, meanwhile, went wild. As I heard the jeers I could feel the
collective stares of a thousand men, and knew instinctively that every
one of them was getting hard.
"Can't stop there," said Tracy as she held up an enormous pair of
scissors and proceeded to cut the corset off me from belly to neckline.
"Don't!" I squealed in a high, girlish voice, but she had already ripped
the last of my gown away, and the gloves fell away with it. Underneath
was a pink bra with black polka dots. The bra was small and snug. I had
breasts, but at least they weren't gargantuan...
To my horror I realized that the crowd had shifted it's chant from
"Strip! Strip! Strip!" to "Tits! Tits! Tits!"
"You want more?" howled Penny at the crowd. She was suddenly armed with
an impossibly loud megaphone. She took a deep breath, put a thumb in her
mouth, and blew. Her breasts inflated and popped the buttons off her
shirt; underneath she was wearing a black bikini top with pink polka dots
that stretched as her massive tits swelled. They weren't filling with
air; every new gasp and step that she took made them jiggle and shimmy.
The crowd chanted, "Penny! Penny! Penny!" as the fabric of her top
strained at the expansion, and I heard a noise like balloon rubber being
scraped. When her enormous tits were each slightly larger than a beach
ball, she howled at the crowd again.
"You want more?"
"Yeaaah!" the hungry horde called out. Meanwhile I had trying to been
trying to sneak away. I edged towards a curtain at the back of the stage,
but was thwarted by my band mates, who had transformed from lazy hippies
into hulking, muscular bodybuilder types. Meanwhile I had shrunk to about
five feet tall, and tried to avoid looking directly at the growing bulges
in their groins. The drummer took off his shirt to reveal chiseled abs
and arms like tree trunks. Disturbed by the sudden moist feeling in my
pussy, I backed up. Toward center stage.
"I think she was trying to get away, boys! What do you think, boys?"
belted Penny. I covered my ears in pain. "Should we PUNISH her?"
The crowd gave out a loud BOOOO.
"Why don't we tie her shoes together?" suggested Penny.
"Huh?" I said, confused at this turn. Was I even wearing shoes? I looked
down and saw that indeed I was - shiny black knee-high leather boots with
thick platform heels. A long set of pink laces was hooked through tiny
metal hoops, and at least six separate knots were tied between the boots
from shin to knee.
"Shit", I muttered as the crowd began to laugh. My knees were more or
less attached, and when I tried to move my legs I discovered that the
boots were actually roller skates. Naturally I immediately lost my
balance and fell flat on my ass. The chuckles of the crowd rose to a
fever pitch of hysterical guffaws.
"Uh-oh. The poow widdle girl feuw down. Why don't you help her up, boys?"
Two of the hulking, well-hung band mates lifted me by the shoulders and
rolled me into a gilded cage that had suddenly appeared onstage.
"Alright boys, let's get this punishment rolling, whaddya say? I think we
all wanna see just how much that itty-bitty bra can handle, don't we?"
The throng howled its agreement once again.
"Tell you what, boys... why don't we play a little game? If she can get
that bra off without breaking it, we'll give Joey his DICK back!"
Boos followed this. Penny held up her arms to appease the crowd. "But if
that bra snaps before she can get it off, she has to suck-and titty-fuck-
every cock in this room." At this the crowd bellowed its loudest assent
so far.
"Set her on the scale!"
My birdcage was lifted onto one side of an enormous scale in the center
of the stage, and my weight slammed it into the floor with a loud bang.
Penny then climbed a small staircase, entered her own, somewhat roomier
gilded cage and climbed onto a tiny wooden swing in the middle. The great
scale groaned for a moment and began tilting until the weight of Penny
and her massive melons brought her end of the scale onto the floor with
an even louder thud. I grabbed the bars of my own cage as it soared into
the air.
I looked up at the mechanism of the scale. On Penny's side an enormous
gauge read H. My side read B. I gulped as I realized what was about to
take place. I also put a finger in my collar and tried to loosen it.
Collar? It felt like ribbon, and it was attached to the thin bra straps
on my shoulders. I felt around but there was no way to get it off without
ripping it, and I suspected that this would invalidate my end of the
contest.
"ALRIGHTY, BOYS," howled the malicious big-titted megaphone babe as the
crowd started to hush.
"Shit, not yet," I muttered as I reached behind and started to fumble
with the bra strap.
"GO!"
The band struck a chord and the massive clockwork mechanism began to
groan. My cage shook as Penny's began to rise off the floor. I could see
her melons shrinking, and the wind was knocked out of me as my own
breasts began to swell. The stress of being expanded made it impossible
to focus on the bra for a moment; when the swelling had stopped my gauge
read C and Penny's G.
My golden hair had come loose from its beehive and was swirling around in
my face. My tits were contained but bits of boobflesh started poking over
the edges of the bra, which had merely been snug a moment ago. I fumbled
around for a clasp at the back, but there was only the smooth fabric of
the strap. I pushed my cleavage apart and saw a small heart-shaped clasp
was holding the two cups together at the front. On the back of the clasp
was a tiny keyhole.
"What the fuck?"
"HERE WE GO AGAIN!" barked Penny.
Shit! I gasped as the massive scaled began to grind again and my tits
plumped once more. When it stopped Penny's side read F and mine D. I
looked over at her, much closer now, and she threw me a wink and a kiss
as she swung to the music. I realized that the music was the Beatles
again, this time the far more sinister "I Want You (She's so Heavy)".
My chest was slowly becoming a disaster. Titflesh was now practically
pouring out of the cups, and the top of my large areolae were peeking
over the edges. The bra was now so tight that it would be impossible to
pull it down over my breasts. Meanwhile my ass and hips and also swelled
to accentuate my voluptuous curves and wasp waist. If I didn't find the
key soon...
"AW, WIDDLE JOSIE'S BWAH HAS A WOCK ON IT," said Penny in a mocking
little girl voice. "SHOULD WE GIVE HER A HINT, BOYS?" Hesitant applause
came from the crowd. "OKAY, HONEY, THE KEY IS IN THE HEEL OF ONE OF YOUR
SKATES. NOW GROOOWW!"
The grinding scale began to move again, and Penny and I came eye to eye
as mine lowered and hers rose. Each side of the scale now read E. When
the cage stopped with a slam, my wheeled feet fell out from under me.
Unfortunately my cage wasn't nearly as roomy as hers; it was more like a
cramped phone booth. There wasn't room enough for me to sit on the floor
and stretch my legs out, so I clung to the bars for dear life as the cage
rocked and my tits filled up with the flesh that poured out of Penny.
My nipples popped out of the top of my pink bra and swell to small
saucers as they crinkled and became rock hard. The straps were beginning
to dig into my shoulders and the fabric of the cups made a creaking
sound. I could feel the throbbing of a thousand swollen cocks as the
audience drooled in anticipation. The top of my breasts, meanwhile,
pushed up to my neck to escape the strained confinement of painfully
small B-sized bra cups.
When the growth had stopped, I bent my knees and with some difficulty
managed to slide my padded bottom to the floor. Fighting claustrophobia,
I reached forward and started pulling at the boots. The added pressure
squeezed against my chest made the bra groan. Unfortunately the boots
were tight and refused to budge and inch. I switched gears and started to
tug at the shoestrings, but they were double knotted with no drawstrings.
With the music somehow still playing, the members of the band had climbed
the spiral staircase and were pouring giant glass jars of KY jelly
through my cage and onto my body. This made a soggy mop of my hair, which
was no longer done up but draped all over my head and torso. When the
jars were empty the hulking, bare-chested band-mates dropped the jars
onto the floor beneath my cage and slid their pants off to reveal long,
thick, hard cocks, which they stroked with the jelly that was all over
their hands.
I looked down at the jars on the floor and got an idea.
I stuck an arm out through the bars of the cage and tried to reach one of
the jars below me. My tits squashed against the floor and poured out of
the sides of the constricting bra, which groaned at the added tension. My
fingers caressed the edge of a jar, but I was just out of reach. Maybe if
I repositioned-
"TIME TO GROOOOW!"
Shit! I sat up and gripped the bars of the cage as the great scale began
to groan and grind anew. I looked up to see Penny swing her her roomy
birdcage, her massive E-cup tits shrinking down to a more manageable D
size. My own cage seemed to be shrinking; it was so cramped that sitting
up brought my knees to my chin. I tried to arch my back and push my
pelvis up to give my tits room to breathe. They started to swell as my
cage, like my hopes, sank further towards the floor, and I could feel the
seams that held the cups and straps together start to stretch and split.
"Oh god," I whispered, certain that this was it. I closed my eyes, bit my
lip... and the growth spurt ceased. My bra was intact, but only hung on
by a thread. Only the very bottoms of my massive F-Cup sized tits were
still held by the tiny B-Cups. The rest was shoved up into my face,
making it hard to see anything below my waist. I was sure that the bra
wouldn't contain another spurt.
On the other hand, I was closer to the ground. I carefully twisted myself
around and stuck my slender arm through the bars of the cage again,
trying to reach the jar below me. Unfortunately I hadn't really closed
the gap because the amount of boobflesh now before me pushed me far
enough away from the bars that I could barely touch the jar. I knew that
if I tried flattening my bosom against the cage floor as before, the bra
would surely snap.
With some effort I managed to wriggle onto my side and stick my arm
through to the shoulder. Now I got a firm grip on the jar and without
hesitation smashed it against the bottom of the cage. I clung to the lip
of the jar and winced as the smooth glass in my hand became a shard.
Blood flowing from my palm, I pulled the shard into the cage and got on
my knees. I twisted myself around a felt a thread snap from the strain.
My heart skipped a beat and I nearly pissed myself, but I didn't slow
down and began cutting at the strings that bound my legs together. I
slashed blindly, trusting the leather of the boots to protect my legs,
and in a few moments my legs were free.
I laid on my back and pointed my left leg up the wall of the cage. This
must have been a fairly provocative pose, because the men in the crowd
were now hooting and howling like wild animals. With a few precise cuts
the boot was loosed. I said a silent prayer and pulled the boot free,
sweat pouring down my arms and into my cleavage. I shook the boot,
certain for a moment that the key isn't there and that all hope was lost.
And then...
Like a shooting star the key comes tumbling from the end of the boot and
bounces off one of my enormous breasts and I hold my breath as my fingers
fumble for it. The last thing I need is for this key to fall through the
bars of this cage. Luckily it finds purchase in my sweaty, sticky valley
of cleavage, and I fish it out with a death grip. I scramble back to my
knees and realize I have a new problem; with my tits so huge, I can't see
over them to get a look at the locket, much less the tiny keyhole. I
struggle to fit the key into the tiny hole blindly while the horde works
itself into a frenzy.
"READY, BOYS?" howls Penny.
"Come on, dammit!" I scream. I try to shove the key into the hole and the
force of the gesture springs the key loose from my lubricated fingers.
"Oh no!" I watch in horror as the key falls to the stage and bounces
miles out of my reach.
"HERE WE GOOO!" barks Penny. The great clockwork scale begins to grind
and I clutch desperately at my chest, trying in vain to contain the slow
growth that's already begun. Above me I can see Penny float up as her
side of the scale moves from skips C and B and slides up to A. My cage
slams into the floor like a ton of bricks and my bra tears in a slow,
nightmarish parody of The Incredible Hulk as my tits swell through the G
and H sizes; somewhere in the larger-than-H range (double H?) the bra
snaps and my tits explode forth, riding high and proud on my torso
without a hint of sag.
The door to my cage is ripped open by the hulking band-mates and they
carry me out and hold me down with limbs of thick, knotted muscle. The
horde of hulking, horny men are all breathing heavily, but everyone waits
while I squeal and whimper in helpless agony. All the while Penny is
slowly climbing down the stairs, and every step is heavier and deeper
than the last.
The crowd parts to create a pathway to the bottom of the stairs, and the
person that steps off the stairs towards me is Frank. An ominous bell
sounds as Frank unzips himself and looks down at me, then swings an axe..
And I wake up.
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