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Mike and Vic By: Sparrow "Come on, Victor," I shouted from the living room, "we're going to be fucking late, dude!" We were supposed to see a movie that released that night, but my roommate was taking forever to finish whatever he was doing in his room. We lived in a modest three-bedroom apartment. It was pretty expensive, but we each got our own room, and the extra room made a pretty good office. We both worked for the same corporate office doing the same humdrum accounts receivable job. The work was boring, but the pay was good. "I'm coming, Mike. Shit dude, you sound like a woman," he quipped as he strode from the hall leading to the bedrooms. He was wearing a t-shirt sporting characters from some anime and a pair of jeans. Victor was rather tall at six feet and an inch and was athletically built. Our office had a free gym for employees and allowed us to take an extra hour for lunch during the day in order to use it as part of some sort of healthy living initiative. "I'm a woman? You're the one taking forever to get ready," I replied as I opened the door. I was wearing a simple button-up bowling shirt over a pair of Kakis. I was of a similar height and build to Victor, having taken advantage of the gym as well. We lived downtown, so the movie theater was only a ten minute walk. I had purchased our tickets online, so we were able to bypass the long lines at the box office and head straight to the concessions. I bought my usual, a Cherry Coke and a box of Snow Caps, while Victor grabbed some popcorn and a hot dog. We found some seats just as the theater darkened and the previews began. I opened my Snow Caps and up-ended the box into my mouth in order to get a mouthful. However, the first thing to hit my mouth was not a candy, but rather a heavy metal coin which collided painfully with my teeth, fell into the back of my throat, and caused me to gag and cough. After a couple seconds and some nasty coughing, I spit the coin into my palm. "Shit dude," Victor whispered, "you okay? Wrong pipe?" "Nah, man," I replied, "this fucking coin was in there and nearly choked me. Must be some kind of prize, though I didn't know these things had prizes..." In the light of one of the brighter previews, I inspected the coin. It was about the size of a quarter, had a brassy color, and there was a large 'W' engraved on one side. I dropped it into my shirt pocket as the movie started, figuring that I'd get a better look at home. "Well, that sucked," I said as we were walking back from the theater, "you'd think with that much hype it'd at least have some good action scenes." "Or at least some better tits. That actress wasn't hot at all," Victor complained, "I mean, I'd still hit that, but she wouldn't be the first girl I'd want to tap..." "What would you want? I'm assuming a nice personality is right out..." "Personality? Fuck that. I just want a girl with big boobs, a big booty, and who does what I say." I laughed and said, "Yeah right. You let me know when she comes along." "You don't think it'll happen?" "No I don't, because she doesn't exist. But whatever man, I want you to be happy. I wish you could have any girl you wanted." Just then, I felt a sharp pain, like a static shock, on my chest beneath my shirt pocket. I reached up to rub the sore spot and noticed that the coin was gone. "Damn," I said, "I lost that prize that almost killed me." "Too bad," he said as we reached our apartment, "let's watch the tube a bit. I need to scrub that shitty movie from my head." "Fine by me," I said as I sat on the couch. Victor sat on the opposite end and flipped on the TV. There really wasn't anything worth watching, so he surfed the channels a bit while I flipped through a magazine. "Damn, check her out," Victor said, stopping on a channel with an infommerical about some sort of workout video. She was dressed in a pair of tight workout pants and a sports bra. It was fairly obvious why Victor noticed her. She had a good-sized pair of breasts, which gave her deep cleavage, and wide hips. Her thighs were thick with muscle and her butt seemed similarly constructed as she turned and gyrated through her routine. "Yeah, she's pretty hot. That the girl you want?" I asked, giving him a grin. "Hell yeah! I want that girl!" Suddenly, I felt very strange. It was as if my entire body had an electric buzz going through it. I looked down at myself and was stunned by what I saw. My clothes seemed to be loosening, almost as if they were getting bigger. It didn't take long to realize, however, that I was actually getting smaller. As I continued to get smaller, I noticed that my thighs and hips seemed to be shrinking at a significantly slower rate. My arms thinned and my hands became more delicate. I then noticed that the top of my shirt was becoming tighter as my chest seemed to be growing instead of shrinking. Long, dark, and slightly curled hair fell into my field of vision, clearly originating from my head. As the electric buzz wore off, I leapt from the couch and shouted, "What the fuck!?" My voice sounded different, too. "Who the fuck...?" Victor looked understandably confused. "Victor, it's me. What the fuck just happened to me?" Leaping from the couch had produced a foreign sensation as my chest pulled oddly down with the new weight. I reached up and grabbed my chest, realizing for the first time what had happened when my fingers sank into the soft flesh of two large breasts. I could feel the color drain from my face with the realization. I grabbed both sides of my shirt and pulled it open, ripping the buttons off. Greeting me were two large breasts which shimmied back and forth a bit from the exertion. They were tipped by large nipples which were crinkling from their recent exposure to the cool air. Panicking, I reached down to feel the front of my pants. My fears were justified as I noticed a distinct lack of my former manhood. Instead, my body just seemed to curve and disappear between my large thighs. I reached into my pants, instead, and felt a clean-shaven pubic mound. As I reached down further, my fingertips met what could only be vaginal lips. There was no denying it at this point, I had breasts and a vagina. I was a girl. "Uh...Mike? What the hell, man? You look just like the chick on TV..." Suddenly, I had this sinking feeling. "I think..." I began. "I think that coin may have granted my wish..." "You mean that I can have any girl I want? I don't think so. I would've wanted her to be wearing those sexy workout clothes..." As soon as he said it, the clothes shifted on my body. My pants became tight workout pants while my shirt morphed into a sports bra. My breasts were cradled in the bra and, I noticed, were significantly more comfortable. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, "I think you're right! I can change your clothes, too!" "Wow, great, now wish me back to normal, asshole!" "Not just yet, I want to have some fun. Let's see..." He looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "I want you to be a blonde, big- boobed, big-bootied, college cheerleader!" "What the fuck, man!?" The buzz was back as I noticed that I was getting a little shorter. I looked down and gaped as my bust swelled out even further and the bra shifted into a cheerleader's top of red and white. I looked over my shoulder and behind me and watched as my pants became a red pleated skirt and my butt and hips grew significantly larger. I looked back at Victor who was staring at me with open-mouthed lust. "Fuck, dude, you happy now!?" "God damn you are hot." He stood up, and I appreciated for the first time how much I had shrunk. I must have been about five feet and six inches. I backed away a couple steps and crossed my arms across my large breasts. "You stay back, horn dog," I warned, "figure out a way to change me back. You've had your fun." I noticed that my voice had grown even higher pitched with this recent transformation. "I want to see you naked!" And just like that my cheerleader outfit vanished. My hands immediately flew to cover my crotch, forgetting about my new landscape. I quickly used one arm to cover my nipples as well. I noticed that they were smaller on this body, despite the larger breasts. I also noticed that my breasts were much firmer on this younger body. The contact was actually arousing me as my mind was still very male. "Fuck, Victor! I need clothes, you pervert!" He was downright leering at my new, young body. "Fine, fine," he said after a couple seconds, "but what to put on your sexy body? Hmm, how about this: I want you to be wearing a Playboy bunny outfit!" The clothes created themselves on me as soon as he finished. Tight, dark hose formed up my legs while a black teddy appeared on my body. It only covered my crotch and my butt, leaving my large hips and thighs bare, save for the hose. My ample breasts were pushed up and together and formed very deep cleavage. I could feel the headband which held the bunny ears digging into the side of my head. One quick glance over my shoulder showed a fluffy white ball of a rabbit's tail perched above my enormous rear-end. "Now that's what I'm talking about. You make quite the cute bunny there, Mike," Victor said laughing. "Come on man! This isn't funny! Change me back!" I shouted in desperation, but Victor got an evil glint in his eye. I didn't like the way he was looking at me. "I have an idea. I want you to be a Japanese schoolgirl..." "What!? What the hell, man!?" I felt the same sensation as before; a slight electric buzz all over my body. Victor seemed to grow taller before me, but I quickly realized that I was once again getting shorter. I looked down at my body, afraid of what I would find. My clothing changed and rapidly became a simple, short-sleeved white button-up blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt. My breasts shrank significantly and seemed more pert and firm. My hands and fingers became even more delicate while my skin darkened to a distinctly Asian hue. My legs lost a lot of bulk and muscular tone while the skin became smoother. The overall effect showed that they were clearly the legs of a teenaged girl no older than 16. Tall white socks and little black shoes came into existence on my feet and completed the transformation as I felt the sensation fade. I looked back up at Victor and it felt like I had to crane my neck to see so far up. I'm not a great judge of height, but I couldn't have been much taller than five feet. "Why? Why would you do that?" It sounded like my voice had become much higher pitched as well. "Well," he said with a huge smile, "I have a thing for Japanese schoolgirls. I watch a lot of anime, you know." "Well, gee," I said sarcastically while putting my little fists on my hips, "I hope I'm everything you dreamed of..." "You're cute, for sure, but not quite what I was looking for. Hmmm, maybe this will help. I want you to be wearing a push-up bra..." "Eep," I gasped as my breasts were immediately cradled more intimately and lifted up. Out of pure reflex, I reached up and grabbed them, appreciating for the first time how much firmer they were than my last pair. Realizing that Victor was gawking at me squeezing my own breasts, I swiftly returned my hands to my hips. "Cut this shit out, Victor! This isn't some sort of game!" "Hmmm, still not quite doing it for me. I just wish your boobs were a little bigger..." The electric buzz was back instantly, but this time concentrated in my chest. It felt like my bra was getting tighter with the edges of the cups starting to dig into my tender flesh. I looked down and gaped as I saw my slightly baggy shirt begin to tighten around my new bust. The bra straps bit into my shoulders and back; not enough to hurt, but enough to be uncomfortable. The tingle stopped relatively quickly, but the effect was noticeable: my breasts had clearly grown larger, probably by at least a whole cup size. I was speechless as I reached up to feel them. They were still just as firm, but were now more than my tiny hands could contain. "Holy shit," Victory exclaimed, "I can do specific parts of your body, too? Man, this keeps getting better and better!" "Better? How is this better? I don't want to be one of your creepy wet dreams!" "I think I might need them to be bigger," he said with that evil glint of his, "much bigger..." "Bigger!? They already feel huge on this little body!" "Yes, bigger. I want your boobs to be bigger!" My chest was once again tingling and my bra started becoming even tighter. The straps on my shoulders dug in so deep that it hurt, and it was becoming difficult to breathe. Meanwhile, my shirt was getting even tighter as my breasts filled it to capacity. It was hard to concentrate on what was happening as all I could think about was the immense pain from the tightening bra straps. "Victor," I gasped and pleaded, "the bra. It hurts..." "Oh yeah, I want your bra to be the right size and grow with your boobs." Instant relief flooded me as the straps immediately loosened and the pain in my shoulders eased. I breathed deeply, but was reminded of how tight my shirt was becoming. I looked down and my breath caught as I saw that the buttons on my shirt were beginning to strain against the rising tide of flesh. I reached up and grabbed my breasts; my hands only able to grasp a small portion of them. They were still incredibly firm and, for the first time in this body, I could feel my nipples through the material. The electric sensation was apparently stimulating them for they were rock hard and growing with the rest of my chest. The buttons couldn't hold back any longer. The top half of my shirt burst open, revealing the impossibly deep cleavage of my enormous endowment in the push up bra, and they were still growing. My shirt was still buttoned below my breasts while the top half simply framed them. "Victor, stop it! They're too big!" "Okay, okay, that's big enough. I want your boobs to stop growing." The sensation died off. My breasts were truly massive on my diminutive frame. When I bent my head all the way forward, I could literally stick my nose into my cleavage. "This is absolutely ridiculous," I said. "How big are they?" "I would say at least an E-cup, but you're so small that they're huge. Are they firm like a teenager? Can I touch them?" "What? Fuck no! What the hell is wrong with you!? First you somehow gain some sort of magic power over my body, then you use it to turn me into a cheerleader bimbo and now into this perverted over-endowed fetish girl. What kind of friend are you!? After all that..." "Please stop talking, you're ruining the effect." "..." Suddenly I couldn't say anything. Every time I tried, it simply didn't happen. I grew more and more frustrated as I tried, and failed, to speak several more times. "Mike? You okay?" I shook my head violently, and wished I hadn't. It set my massive chest in motion from the side-to-side movement which just caused Victor to stare open-mouthed. "Wait, you can't talk," he said once my breasts stopped moving and he had collected himself, "which means I can control your actions, too? Stick out your chest." Before I could even think of doing anything else, my back muscles worked of their own accord, arching my back and jutting my ludicrous bust even further out. I stayed standing like that without being able to do anything about it. Panic began to rise in me. Victor laughed. "This is great! Now, you can stop. But, you want me to feel those glorious tits of yours!" There was animal lust in his eyes as he came forward with his hands. I eagerly walked forward to meet his searching hands. I did want him to feel them. He should get the chance to feel how firm they are. After all, they are his handiwork. Once close enough, I grabbed his hand and thrust one of my breasts into its groping fingers. I didn't expect it to feel any different than when I did touched them myself, but it did. It felt great! Victor's hands felt fantastic as his fingers opened and closed into my firm flesh. Even his large, manly hands couldn't envelope my massive breasts, but every squeeze felt like he was earnestly trying. His hands were all over my chest, squeezing here and pinching there. When he found my nipples, he obviously noticed how hard they were; he pinched them through the material of my bra. A sharp signal of pure pleasure shot through my body. The feeling was so foreign, yet so powerful. My eyelids fluttered a bit and I couldn't help but let out a very slight moan. Several minutes went by while Victor fondled my breasts, and I enjoyed every second of it. "Wow," he said at last, "those are really firm." He tried to stop, but I couldn't let him. I wanted him to keep feeling them. I wanted him to do it so much that I grabbed his wrist and kept his hand firmly in place. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, but soon realized what it was. "Oh, your mind is back to normal and you can talk again." I felt instant revulsion at Victor's touch and leapt back from him. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed and tried futilely to close the shirt over myself. Finally, I yelled, "What the fuck, man!? What the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you do that to me!?" "Mike, man, talking is a privilege. Don't make me take it away again..." I clammed up immediately and felt the heat rush to my face with the unreleased anger. I scowled at him furiously, though I think he found it cute. His mouth curved into a little smile and his eyebrows arched in amusement. "We need a full-length mirror or something so that you can see yourself. Hmmm, this might be too much to hope for, but I wonder if I can use you to make one..." "What do you mean?" I was honestly curious. So far there didn't seem to be much that Victor couldn't do with this power. "Here, let's try this. The next time you touch that wall, a large mirror will appear there. Go touch that wall for a second." He didn't really need to give the order; I wanted to see what would happen. I carefully walked over to the only blank wall in the living room. My breasts swayed oddly as I walked and their weight definitely hampered my gait severely. I couldn't stop to figure out the best way to walk, though, because Victor's last command compelled me forward. When I reached the wall, I placed my hand on it and then stepped back. Sure enough, a full-length mirror shimmered into existence and, standing in it, was me. Or rather, the new me. I saw a distinctly Asian face with long, smooth black hair. My face was young and pretty with very innocent eyes and a small-ish mouth. Below my head were my huge breasts. They were contained in the big push-up bra which successfully mashed them together and brought them nearly to the level of my neck. The skin on my breasts was perfectly smooth and unmarred by even a single blemish. Below my bountiful bosom, my shirt was still buttoned and tucked into my skirt, which fell to mid-thigh. Over all, except for my chest, I had a slander build. "What do you think?" Victor had a goofy grin on his face as he peered over my shoulder. "What am I supposed to think? I think this is awful!" "I know, something's missing. I want your hips to be wider..." "Victor! Not again!" The electric buzz started again, focused at my hips. I watched in the mirror as they became wider, but at a slower rate than my chest. My skirt rose a little as my hips widened. I could also feel the band of my panties dig into my soft flesh. After a few seconds, Victor said, "Okay, I want your hips to stop growing." They were significantly larger than they were, but they didn't seem as impossibly large as my breasts. "Turn sideways and look at your profile." I did as ordered, and took in the new angle. My chest gave me a ridiculously lopsided look as my butt was still normal sized. It was nicely rounded, but small beneath my skirt. I reached back to touch it, and had to swing my arms oddly to get around my wide hips. It was very firm and well shaped. I squeezed it in my tiny hands, noticing that I must be wearing a normal pair of panties judging by the panty lines. I reached back up and cupped my huge breasts. "These things are so big they make me look like I'm going to fall right over. Have you had enough fun now? Can I change back?" "Not quite yet. You're right about your boobs, though, which is what I plan to fix right now. I want your ass to be bigger..." "Wha...!?" I tried to turn toward him, but I couldn't draw my eyes away from myself in the mirror; his last order was apparently still in effect. I was compelled to watch as the sensation flared up again in my rear-end. I didn't see much difference at first, but then I noticed that my skirt seemed to be getting shorter. The bottom of it was crawling up my thigh bit by bit. Meanwhile, I noticed that the bulge beneath the skirt was growing outward, evolving from a slight rise to a good-sized hill. My underwear was beginning to tighten uncomfortably between my thighs and my crotch. I could also feel the seams beginning to dig into the flesh of my cheeks. The bottom of the skirt was continuing to rise until it no longer touched the back of my legs as my butt grew further out. I could distinctly make out my new curve beneath the skirt. My waistline seemed to be staying the same, but my hill was quickly becoming a small mountain. As the bottom of my skirt inched further up, I could see the bottoms of my cheeks begin to emerge from it. My panties were extremely tight; the back seams feeling like garrote wire across my cheeks and the pain was making my eyes water. The bottom of my skirt was now halfway up my huge cheeks and the transition between my lower back and my butt seemed like a steep cliff of flesh. "Victor," I gasped through the pain, "my panties are too tight!" Victor was gawking at the growth; clearly enjoying the show. My plea seemed to barely rouse him as he mumbled, "Huh? Right, that's big enough for now. I want your ass to stop growing and I want your panties to fit your ass, but still be pretty tight..." The pain immediately lessened, but my underwear was still tight enough to notice. The electric buzz faded away and I breathed a sigh of relief. I cautiously reached back and grabbed my now massive rear. The flesh was still very firm, but pliable. I sunk my fingers into my cheeks with the palms of my hands resting on the hem of my skirt. It felt amazing, and my still very male mind was getting extremely turned on. I could see the white cotton material of my panties as they crossed my cheek beneath the skirt. The seam was well entrenched into the flesh as they were still quite tight. I ran my fingers under the seam and tried to clear the material from wedging into my crack, but to no avail. They were simply too tight. My waistline was the same as before, but my skirt barely crested the halfway mark of my butt, leaving the bottom halves of my cheeks exposed. I didn't notice before as it was happening, but my thighs also seemed to have grown in size to compensate for my meatier backside. I tried to turn towards Victor to begin ranting, but I still couldn't look away. "Victor," I began, "I'm still compelled to stand here and look at myself..." "Well, I certainly would be too if I were you!" "You know what I mean..." "Alright, you don't have to stand there and look at yourself any more." I turned to face him, anger flaring. "Why are you keeping this up!? This ass is enormous! These hips are too wide! These thighs are like trees! What the hell is wrong with you!?" "What can I say? I like junk in the trunk..." He had a huge toothy grin on his face and clearly thought himself very clever. He continued, "That booty of yours is really nice; so big and juicy. I think I'm going to have to inspect that asset of yours as well." "What? No, don't you dare!" I began backing up towards to mirror, forgetting my new proportions. My butt hit the mirror much before my back, making me start and jump a little. When pressed all the way against it, only my rear-end and my shoulders could touch the mirror behind me. The glass felt ice-cold on the exposed portions of my cheeks. I pressed into the mirror harder as he started toward me. "Stop," I said weakly, "please, don't..." "Well, Mike, it's not like you really have a choice. Turn around, and let me feel your ass. Now." I immediately turned and faced the mirror. I was still pressed against it; my huge breasts squashed against the cool glass. Mike quickly came up behind my and firmly grabbed my butt. "Damn you, Victor," I cursed as he began kneading my firm cheeks, "damn you." His hands felt warm compared to the coolness of the mirror. "Man, this thing is nice. I'm such a good artist, and you're such a good canvas. Alright, now it's time to start having some fun..." His hands gave one final, firm squeeze, and then he let go and stepped back. I heard him sit down on the couch, but all I could see was my angry face staring back at me in the mirror. "Alright Mike, come stand in the middle of the floor over here." I turned around and went to the center of the room in front of the couch where he was seated. Walking felt downright alien as the massive weight in the front seemed to throw me side-to-side while I was perfectly conscious of the feeling of my weighty cheeks behind me bouncing slightly with every step. "Now it's time to start having fun?" I asked when I had finally arrived. "What do you mean? What has the rest of this been?" I was growing quite afraid of whatever was going through his perverted head. "Oh all that? That was just prep work. I needed your body looking good for our next set of games. Go ahead and sit down on the floor, Indian style and facing me." I immediately crossed my ankles and plopped down on my ample posterior. My skirt barely brushed the floor behind me, and my large thighs disallowed it from sufficiently covering my crotch. I tried to pull the fabric down in order to cover up, but it was no use; my legs were simply too big. I couldn't see my crotch because of my huge chest, but I knew that my white panties were completely exposed in this position. It occurred to me at once that this was exactly Victor's plan. My face grew hot from anger and embarrassment. I looked up at Victor and noticed that he had a very self-satisfied grin on his face. Clearly his domination of me was amusing him a great deal. "Okay, now that you're comfortable," he began, "we're going to play a game. Now, every game has rules, and this is no exception. The first rule is that I will not tolerate a lot of backtalk or yelling from you. I'm allowing you to speak, but if you abuse that privilege, I'll take it. The second rule is that I won't adjust your attitude or make you feel good or bad about anything. That seems like it would ruin the fun. But, as with the talking, your emotions are a privilege that I can revoke. Finally, games are supposed to be fun, so I'm going to try to make it as fun as possible! Ready?" "You're kidding, right? Why would I want to play this game? You're just going to humiliate me further..." I crossed my arms as best as I could beneath my overlarge bosom and scowled at him. "Oh man do you look cute with that angry look. Now, what did I say about backtalk? I'll call that a warning. We're going to start with 'Victor says.' If I say 'Victor says,' you have to do what I say. Now, Victor says stand up." I stood up with great difficulty under the added weight. ?I was certainly strong enough, but it was awkward moving with such large, unfamiliar body parts in front of me and such a large endowment behind. I finally managed it, having no choice in the matter, and was standing up in front of him. ?He seemed quite amused by the effort it required. My scowl remained resolutely in place. "Great," he said, "now, Victor says fondle your tits," My hands, which were firmly at my sides, flew up and grabbed my chest. I was once again reminded just how incredibly firm they were even though they were so big. ?I groped and grabbed and dug my tiny fingers into my soft flesh. ?The man part of my brain found it extremely erotic. ?When coupled with the new sensations of my breasts, I was becoming extremely aroused. ?I could feel my nipples getting hard through my bra, so I spent some time fondling those as well by pinching and rolling them as best as I could through the material. ?It felt good, but not nearly as good as it did when Victor did it earlier. ?I retreated from my nipples and began rubbing my breasts all over and squeezing them together. "Okay, now stop doing that," Victor commanded with a mischievous grin. I tried to keep going. ?I tried as hard as I could, but I had absolutely no alternative. ?I put my hands down and just stood there. "Oops! ?I didn't say 'Victor says!' Now you'll have to suffer a penalty..." "Victor! ?I can't disobey you, no matter what you say! ?This isn't fair!" Frustration was welling up in me; I almost felt like I could cry. "Hey man, rules are rules. ?Now, this means you lose an article of clothing, so take off your shirt." I reached up and undid the last few buttons. ?I un-tucked it from my skirt and shrugged out of it, catching it in my hand as it fell. It wasn't really doing anything to cover up my enormous endowment, so I didn't feel any more exposed. Victor, clearly enjoying himself, said, "Victor says throw your shirt over your shoulder as hard as you can." I balled it up into one hand and violently flung it over my right shoulder. This set my chest into motion, causing my breasts to bounce up with the initial throw, and then side-to-side as they settled back into place. ?I crossed my arms again and resumed my former scowl. "Wow, that was great! ?And, it gives me an idea. ?Victor says hop up and down!" I could feel my scowl melt into a look of horror as I knelt down slightly and then jumped up ever so slightly. Even that tiny hop had huge ramifications for my large body parts. My breasts pulled heavily against my bra straps as I began the jump, lightened completely at the apex, and then slammed down when I landed. The shoulder strap dug painfully into my shoulders. My butt also felt quite heavy as I landed; as if it were being pulled down by something. As soon as I landed I immediately sprang up again, and again, and again. My shoulders hurt severely as my breasts continued to bounce up and down. Victor was staring at me with an open-mouthed leer. He was rubbing his crotch through his jeans and was obviously having the time of his life. "Oh my god that is so hot," he said, "but I wonder. Victor says bend your head forward." I did so, and immediately understood why he wanted it. As I crested each jump, my chest rose up and my face became buried in my cleavage. It would only come free when I landed only to become lodged again with the following hop. Victor made me continue like this for several hops while laughing hardily. "Okay," he said at last, "Victor says stop jumping." I immediately stopped, feeling relieved. However, my head was still bent forward and my nose was firmly wedged into my cleavage. All I could see were my two enormous mounds of flesh. "Look at me." Once again I tried to disobey him, but it simply wasn't possible. My neck muscles worked and I brought my head up so that I was once again looking at him. Dread filled my gut as I awaited my inevitable punishment. "Victor didn't say!" He said it tauntingly and had a huge smile on his face. He seemed to consider me for a moment before he continued, "Let's see what you look like in just the underwear. Take off your skirt." I reached around front and unfastened the button, loosening the waistband of the skirt. I then started to tug it down, but it didn't get very far. My hips and but were simply too large; it wouldn't fit over them. I tried, instead, to lift it up, but my breasts posed a similarly insurmountable obstacle. Compelled by Victor's commands, I kept trying up and down all the while looking right at him. "I can't," I finally said, "because this ridiculous body you've given me won't let me." "Well, that's okay, I'll get it for you. I want you to only be wearing your panties and bra. You are also free to move as you will, for now. Let me think of another game." My skirt vanished along with my socks and shoes. ?I glanced over my shoulder and saw my back in the mirror. ?I was clad in only my undergarments with a simple white bra strap reaching across my back and smaller straps heading over my shoulders. ?My massive butt was only wearing simple white panties. ?They were quite tight and showed the contours of my cheeks and valley as they hugged my flesh. "Hey, yeah! ?Stay like that! ?You haven't seen your magnificent ass much yet. ?Look at that beautiful ass! ?Admire it!" I looked at it in the mirror and realized that he was right, it was beautiful. ?"I have to say, you did a fantastic job. ?It's so lusciously big, yet so firm..." I couldn't help but notice how every detail about it was absolutely perfect. ?The skin was extremely smooth, it was deliciously plump, and my panties were tight enough to accent its contours. ?It was, without a doubt, the sexiest butt that I had ever seen. Victor laughed as he said, "Okay, you're free to move and your mind is back to normal." Disgusted by my thoughts and what I had said, I turned around immediately and glowered at Victor. ?"God damn you Victor. ?Haven't you had enough fun?" With a lecherous look, he said, "Far from it, my friend. ?Now, I want you to be extremely aroused..." Suddenly, my skin crawled with pure sexual energy. ?I reached up and grabbed my breasts, feeling that my nipples were rock hard. ?I couldn't keep still as the sensations made me want to squirm. ?I rubbed my legs against each other as I pressed my huge thighs together. ?My eyelids fluttered in pure ecstasy while quiet moans escaped my throat. ?I pinched one nipple with my left hand, feeling the electric shock of pleasure, while I used my other hand to rub up and down my ample thigh. I could feel a wetness seeping from my vagina and soaking into my panties. My knees felt weak and shaky as the feelings intensified; my moans becoming louder. "How do you feel, now?" I looked at him and tried to scowl, but I couldn't concentrate. All I wanted was a release from the arousal; anything at all. "Ohh," I moaned, "God damn you... mmm... Victor. I'm so horny I... ohh... can't stand it..." I began panting heavily. "Well, maybe this will help: I want you to have a powerful orgasm. This should be..." The rest of his sentence was washed out by my scream of, "OHHHHH!" as I fell to my knees. My hands clamped down tight, the one with a handful of thigh, the other on my breast. My head was thrown back and I continued to yell to the ceiling in carnal ecstasy. An explosion of pleasure seemed to go off in my vagina and radiate throughout my body. Each pulsating wave caused me to jerk and spasm, which set off further sexual sensations as my breast was stimulated by my gripping hand. My mind was awash with sexual white noise as my male brain received such intense signals from my very female body. Several seconds of this cycle went by until, my energy exhausted, I collapsed onto my side, panting and twitching. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, and I absolutely hated Victor for it. "Wow, that looked like it was fun! How do you feel now? Do you want another?" I opened my eyes and looked at him as I said, "God, no. I'm fucking exhausted after that. You're a complete asshole, Victor." I struggled back to a kneeling position with my butt still on the floor. Even this seemed to drain the little energy I had recuperated. I placed my hands on my thighs for support and noticed that the insides of them seemed soaked in my fluids. My underwear was ruined. "Stay on your knees. ?I want you to be clean and for your underwear to be clean. ?I also want you to be fully recovered..." I could feel the tacky mess vanish from my thighs and underwear. ?"Stay kneeling? ?Now what do you have in mind?" And as I asked, a dread rose within me. ?Sure enough, Victor got up and made his way towards me. ?I tried to get up and run, but his last command still held me firmly on my knees. "No, Victor! ?No, don't do this! ?What the hell is wrong with you!?" I leaned back as far as I could while still maintaining a kneel. He stopped directly in front of him and I had to crane my neck all the way back to look him in the eye. His expression terrified me. ?It wasn't an evil leer or a mischievous grin. ?It was pure sexual lust. ?"Now we'll play a new game," he whispered, "undo my pants." I sat up straighter on my knees and lifted my butt off the floor. "Victor, please, don't," I pleaded as I reached up and unfastened his belt. ?Tears welled in my eyes as I tried desperately to fight it with all of my willpower to no avail. ?I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. ?I could tell by the size of his bulge that he was fully erect beneath the denim. "The next time you touch my dick, it will grow to nine inches and double in girth. Reach into my pants and bring out my dick." I sobbed as I reached into his open fly, wrapped a few fingers around his erect penis, and pulled it out. As I did so, I could feel it growing in my tiny hand. By the time I managed to wrest it from the folds of his boxers, it had finished growing and seemed massive as my hand barely fit around the whole circumference. He was fully erect and I could feel his heartbeat through the vein. As soon as it was out I let go and sobbed into my palms. "Now, now, stop crying, my little one. You knew this was coming. I want your face to be clean." My tears immediately dried and my face no longer felt puffy from the sobbing. I was still terrified, but I could no longer cry. "Now, give me a great blow job!" I opened my eyes wide in terror as I sat up straighter, grabbed his penis around its base with my right hand, and touched the tip to my lips. I licked my lips thoroughly, opened my mouth and began to take him in. In order to get its massive girth past my teeth, I had to stretch my jaw so wide it felt like it might break. As I brought it further back, I played my tongue along its bottom After what seemed like a long time, it finally made contact with the back of my throat. I then discovered that I had no gag reflex at all and therefore could easily handle it. Due to its length, my mouth was still several inches from the base of his penis. I used my hand to gently knead his stiff flesh as I began to bob my head back and forth while sliding my lips and tongue along the shaft. I reached up with my left hand and cradled his sac while gently rolling one testicle with my thumb. The effect of all this on Victor was obvious. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open while groans of pleasure emanated from it. He threaded his fingers through my hair and grabbed the back of my head to steady himself. As I continued, I steadily increased the tempo. I kept my mouth well lubricated and began moaning loudly around his penis hoping to provide some auditory stimulus as well. Mentally, I was screaming in a combination of sheer terror and blind rage. However, I was unable to act on it while dutifully carrying out Victor's command. I lowered my teeth just enough to make contact, feeling the skin wrinkle beneath them as I drew back and forth. His grip on my head tightened considerably, indicating the increase in pleasure this created. I could feel his hips thrusting in rhythm with me as I increased the tempo even further. Knowing what would come next, I drew a deep breath through my nose and opened my epiglottis. In a final, spastic jerk, Victor thrust his hips forward while pulling my head further. He let out a loud groan as his penis made violent contact with my throat and immediately erupted. For several seconds he jerked and twitched while he unloaded more and more semen into my throat. Finally, he let go of my head and I drew back, carefully running my lips along his softening penis in order to catch every trace of the white fluid. As the head passed out of my lips, I gave it one last suckle before swallowing everything in my mouth. Victor stumbled back a few steps and sat back on the couch. "That was amazing," he panted, "absolutely incredible..." I was still kneeling on the floor, looking down and staring at nothing. I couldn't believe what had just happened and I had never felt so used in my life. I began to tremble. "Fuck you, Victor." "We'll get to that soon enough. For now, come over here and straddle me." I got up and walked to the couch. I grabbed his shoulders, placed my left knee next to him, and swung my right leg over his legs so that I was sitting in his lap. "'Get to that soon enough!?' What the fuck does that mean, Victor!? I am not fucking you!" I knew even as I said it that I would do it if he told me to. I was becoming even more scared. Victor, chuckling, said, "We'll see about that." He started reaching around me, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the couch. The last thing I wanted was for him to touch me. "Now, now, Mike," he said, "that's not nice. You're mine, and so I get to touch you whenever I want. Stop resisting me." My hands relaxed as he reached around me and grabbed my butt. He pulled me forward, further pressing my crotch into his, while he squeezed with his hands. He freed one hand, gripped the back of my head, and gently pulled my face toward his. I offered no resistance, try as I might, as our lips met and he began kissing me. I returned absolutely nothing for his passion, and he soon stopped. "You're not even trying to enjoy yourself!" He sounded quite amused, but there was a slight edge to his voice. He was losing patience with me. "Fine then," he continued, "I'll force you. Make out with me." I placed my hands in his hair behind his head and leaned closer. He met me halfway and our lips touched again. This time, I kissed him passionately. I pressed my enormous chest into his and thrust my pelvis closer toward his abdomen. My tongue worked past his lips and wrestled with his while I ran my fingers through his hair. One of his hands stayed on my butt, constantly kneading the flesh of one meaty cheek. His other hand migrated from my head to my chest and began squeezing a breast. Despite the protests I was making mentally, that felt quite good. His fingers dug into the firm flesh and sent tingles throughout my body. "Damn you, Victor," I managed between sloppy kisses. I felt his lips twist into a smile as he whispered, "You're aroused." My eyes twisted into a glare of anger when I heard that, but they immediately softened as sensuous feelings flooded my body. Suddenly, Victor's hands felt electric; his every touch sending signals of pleasure. I bean wiggling my hips and slowly grinding my crotch against his lap. I could feel his overlarge manhood begin to stiffen and it created a very stimulating bulge against which I rubbed. Victor reached behind my back and deftly un fastened my bra. He pushed my torso away from him enough to slip the shoulder straps off my arms and cast it away, all the while continuing to kiss me. I tried to stop him, but I still couldn't resist anything that he did to me. As the bra came off, I noticed that its support was much needed. My massive breasts hung off my tiny frame and felt as if they were going to rip off from the weight. They did not, however, seem to sag at all, but maintained that teenaged perkiness. He pulled me back in and began kissing gently down my neck. Each kiss felt more electric than the last as he crested my collar bone and began kiss down my chest. My head was back as I quietly moaned toward the ceiling; eyes aflutter in that state of arousal. He continued kissing along one of my breasts until he reached my nipple. He then used his tongue to swirl around my areola, circumnavigating my nipple. The intense pleasure this caused made me tighten my grip in his hair and grind my hips harder into him. He then took my nipple into his mouth and started sucking while flipping his tongue up and down. He pulled my back toward him thereby pressing his face into my enormous breast. I let out several loud moans as he did this. The sensations were extremely powerful and my mind couldn't concentrate on being angry or scared. All I could think about was the pleasure. Of its own accord, it seemed, my right hand reached down and I started rubbing my crotch through my panties. I was very wet; my panties all ready soaked through. Victor's penis was fully erect, having found its way out of the hole in his boxers and was now firmly pressed against me. He detached from my nipple and said, "God damn you are randy." He reached around behind me, grabbed my butt, and powerfully pulled me forward, thrusting my crotch against his penis. "You want it. You want it so bad!" And I did want it. I suddenly wanted it more than anything. "Yes!" I shouted, "I want it!" "What do you want? Say it!" I grabbed his head and looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I want you to fuck me!" "I thought you'd never ask. The next time you kiss me, our clothes will vanish. Kiss..." I didn't even let him finish the command. I lunged for his face and jammed my tongue into his mouth. I could feel my underwear disappear and I was suddenly pressed up against his bare chest. I continued to kiss him deeply while I placed my hands on his back and began to get up off the couch, pulling him with me. When we were standing, I pressed into him hard while we kissed. I was on the tips of my toes while he had to bend down quite a bit to make up for the height difference. Finally, I disengaged and sat down on the carpet with my legs out in front of me. I held my hand up for his and, when he took it, pulled him down as I laid back. Because of my enormous, and firm, posterior, the small of my back didn't even touch the floor. Once he was lying down, I spread my legs and whispered, "Fuck me, Victor." "As you wish, but not like this. Get on your hands and knees; you want it doggie style." I eagerly pushed him away and rolled over. I propped up on my hands and knees and immediately felt him grab my wide hips. "Now this is a spectacular view," he said. "I want your pussy to be ready and capable of taking my entire dick." I felt the electric buzz in my groin and knew that it had worked. I was glad; I wanted his meat inside me so badly. I felt the tip of his penis gingerly touch my vaginal lips, and then he began to penetrate slowly. I couldn't wait; my want was too powerful. I rocked back and slammed against him, fully inserting him. "Ohhh!" I exclaimed as his penis rubbed against the walls of my canal. The sensation caught me off guard; it was such a powerful tactile stimulus of pure pleasure. My arms gave out, leaving me on my elbows. My massive breasts were squashed against the carpet under the weight of my torso. This, too, sent pleasurable signals as it felt like my whole body was on fire. Victor began rhythmically pumping back and fourth. Every sensation I felt intensified at once as he slid up and down along my canal. My vagina could contain his manhood, but only just. It was a tight fit, and it felt fantastic. As I rocked back and forth with his movements, my breasts rubbed against the floor and caused pulsating waves of pleasure. My eyes were closed and I couldn't help but let out very loud moans as the sensations continued. "Oh, Victor!" I heard escape my lips several times as his pace steadily quickened. "Oh yeah, bitch. Oh yeah," he said through grunts and groans of pleasure, "you are mine. You are mine forever, bitch. Say it." "Ohhh... I am yours forever, Victor!" "You are mine, and you want to be mine. You want nothing more than to be mine. That's all you ever want. Say it!" "I want to be yours, Victor, forever! Ohh!" My voice was getting hysteric as his motions intensified and I could feel that I was approaching climax. He went harder and harder, faster and faster. His fingers dug into the ample flesh of my hips and butt as he used it for leverage. Finally, with a final powerful thrust, I was sent into a blinding orgasm. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" I heard myself shout as my back arched and my mind was washed out by the sexual bliss. Somewhere in the distance, I could vaguely feel Victor jerking erratically, clearly having his own orgasm. After what seemed to be a very long time, the ecstasy faded. I could see that Victor had pulled out and was lying next to me, breathing heavily. I collapsed to the floor beside him, lying on my side and curled into the fetal position facing him. I was exhausted after that, and my eyelids begin drooping shut. One last thought fluttered across my mind as I caught my last glimpse of Victor before sleep took control: "I am his forever, and I want to be..."