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Be Careful Synopsis: A teenage boy makes a wish - which is answered. However the wish was not answered in the way he anticipated and he has to struggle with the consequences. Way, way back when I was a little kid, even before I was in Kindergarten, back before my grandparents had died and when they still lived on the family farm, I'd enjoy spending time in the farmhouse's large kitchen, just watching my grandmother as she prepared one of her large meals and listening to her as she told me family stories. She had a bunch of sayings that she'd use as appropriate whenever one of us grandkids did something dumb: "Don't be penny wise, and pound foolish."; "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure", "Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today", "Don't confuse 'I can't' with 'I don't want to.'"; and one of her better ones "Be careful what you ask for, you might receive it." Man, if I'd paid more attention to that last one my life now would be way different. But I'll get to that in a while. Anyway, things started to happen when I was a Sophomore in high school - big school in a big city, over 600 kids in the Sophomore class alone - easy to get lost in a big school like that. But I had a number of friends - most of them guys - with my closest friend being Donnie. Physically, Donnie and I had about the same build and are about 5' 10" tall, but in appearance we were way different. Donnie has deep blue eyes, a light complexion, and light blond curly hair. I have dark brown eyes - almost black - and thick straight glossy black hair - and there must have been some Spanish in my heritage as I have a dark olive complexion. Mom's been pretty vague about that and she's a single mother so that's a dead end. And by the time I was old enough to want to know more about my father, my grandmother had died, so no luck there. But what the heck, I look like what I look like, and I can't change it, so what's the difference. One thing that Donnie and I shared is an interest in sports - we were both on the team's wrestling team and we spent at least an hour or so a day working out in the school's weight room. In addition to strength-building workouts, we were also into body-sculpting - you know, exercises designed to build up muscle groups so that we had a more muscular appearance. And since we'd been doing this for over a year now, both of us were pretty well developed - although neither of us was yet satisfied with our appearance and we continued to work every day on our body building. Interested in girls? You bet - but kind of shy to do much about it - we do a lot of looking but not much touching - if you know what I mean. Speaking of looking, Donnie's got an older brother who has a pretty good collection of X-rated videos on his computer and sometimes when it's just the two of us at his house, we'll sneak into his brother's room and watch some of the videos on his computer. A local group sponsors a Junior Mr. Teen Contest every year which is basically a bodybuilding contest - there's also a Mr. Teen Contest every year but you need to be at least 18 to compete in that. Donnie and I didn't know much about the junior contest but we figured that it might be fun so we both filled out entry forms and sent them in with our deposit. The first surprise was when we received our entry packets in the mail several weeks later, opened them up, and found that in addition to the contest information and rules they also contained instruction on the color and where to buy our posing briefs. We hadn't even thought about what we'd be wearing when we entered the contest and were a bit shocked when we realized that we'd be wearing POSING BRIEFS! But we hiked off to the store and each tried on a couple of sizes and then bought a pair. Donnie was kind of proud when he told me that he'd had to buy an L size to accommodate his "equipment." That deflated me a bit as I'd only had to buy an M size. And man, the word brief doesn't half begin to describe how tiny and tight they were on us - like, they were pretty much this small pouch that held our "equipment" and a narrow waistband to hold them up. Luckily I tried mine on a couple of times before the day of the contest as the first time I tried mine on and looked at myself in the mirror and saw how almost every inch of my body was exposed except for the bulging pouch in my crotch, I got this erection that popped out of the pouch - and I was glad that hadn't happened in front of the other guys in the competition. Anyway, the second surprise was when we got to the contest and found that the other guys had all shaved off their body hair - armpits, arms, chest, legs - you name it. By that time it was too late so we just didn't worry about it even though I realized that I had just a tiny tuft of black pubic hair showing above the top of my posing briefs. The third surprise was when we found out that the other competitors were using something called "posing oil" which was, like, this light oil that they rubbed on their bodies to give them a sheen. One of the other guys came over to us and, recognizing that we didn't really know what we were supposed to be doing, offered us his bottle of posing oil. We took it and put it on and it wasn't too bad except that it had a slight fragrance - sort of like baby oil. And that was okay except when Donnie said, "May, will you take care of my back for me?" (Yeah, I know "May" is a strange first name but it's better than my full name of "Mayron.") So anyway, I took the bottle and began to rub the oil on Donnie's back and all of a sudden I realized how strange this was. Like, here I am, almost naked in my posing briefs, and I'm surrounded by all these muscular guys in their posing briefs, and they've all oiled up their bodies, and here I am rubbing oil on my best friend's muscular back - and I started to get another erection. Well, I tried to think about anything but my current situation and did manage to get myself under control - except that the bulge in my crotch was a little bigger and you could clearly see the outline of my dick through the thin fabric. So anyway, I finished Donnie's back and he took care of mine - and then we scored near the bottom of all the competitors in the contest. Seems like there's more to the contest than just standing around in a pair of skimpy briefs - oh well, maybe next time. Several weeks later we were over at Donnie's house with just the two of us up in his older brother's room watching one of his porno videos on his computer. Donnie liked the videos where the babe had large breasts and he'd be making comments like, "Man, would I love to get my hands and mouth on a rack like that." Curious about that comment I asked him, "Uh, your mouth? Like, on her tits?" "Yeah, like if you suck on her nipples it'll get her really turned on and she'll want you to fuck her right away." "Oh, uh ..... sure. I remember that now." And I filed that helpful fact away for future reference. Like, my chances of even getting a look at the tits of any of the girls in our school were pretty remote, let along being able to get my hands on them. But it was nice to think about. So anyway, we were watching one video where this really well built babe with huge breasts slowly stripped in front of a guy and then he played with her breasts and started sucking on her nipples and all of a sudden she's moaning and groaning like she's going to come or something and Donnie looks at me and says, "May, can she get off just by having someone play with her tits? Don't you have to fuck her?" "Beats the shit out of me", I replied, "I know what it feels like when I jerk off but I don't have tits so I can't answer your question." Donnie just gave me a disgusted look and we kept watching the video. Later that afternoon I was up in my room trying to see if I could download some porno videos of my own. I could find a lot but you had to pay for them and I didn't think that my Mom would appreciate those charges on her credit card. I guess I must have accidentally clicked on a link in one of those sites because all of a sudden a window popped up from www.real- wishes.com and this strange music started playing and these weird colors and shapes started moving around on the computer's screen, and strange images floated into view and then disappeared. As I stared at the screen I felt really strange - like the rest of my world had faded away and I could see and hear only the music and images on my computer - and then it was like I was actually in the computer and I was floating through space, surrounded by the images and music. I don't know how long I had been staring at the screen, mesmerized by the images and music, but I was snapped back to reality by Mom calling me to come down for supper. As I was getting up from my computer I saw that the screen was now displaying: Your wish of "I wonder what it feels like to have someone play with your huge tits" has been accepted. Had I typed that? Man, that whole website was too fucking strange and I cleared my browsing history and powered down my computer before heading downstairs for supper. Even though Donnie and I hadn't done very well in the Junior Mr. Teen Contest - hadn't done very well? Heck we had sucked! We decided that we'd keep at the bodybuilding and go for another contest coming up in about four months - the Mr. High School Bodybuilder Contest - so we increased our workouts in the school's weight room to about two hours a day. And while things didn't improve overnight we were making slow progress. As we were coming out of the showers after gym class one day with towels wrapped around our waists, Donnie looked over at me and said, "May, you shaving your body?" "Uh, yeah", I replied, "Like, we're going to have to do it before the contest anyway so I kind of got into the habit." "But all over?" Donnie asked, "Even down there?" And he gestured at my crotch. "Nah", I replied, "That would be too weird. But I did trim the top a little so that nothing would show above the top of my posing briefs." Donnie didn't say anything but he nodded and I guessed that he had been doing the same thing. By the time the Mr. High School Bodybuilder Contest approached, both Donnie and I felt that we were in much better shape than we had been for the Junior Mr. Teen Contest four months earlier. While Donnie was generally more muscular, especially in his shoulders and thighs, my chest, especially my pectoralis major were better developed so we were vying with each other to see who could achieve the higher score in the contest. With all the workouts, my weight was up to 165# and Donnie was 172# - and almost all of it was bone and muscle! A strange thing happened as we were preparing for the contest - we were helping each other apply the posing oil, but that wasn't the strange part because we'd done that before. I was kind of enjoying helping Donnie as I rubbed the oil on his back, feeling the ridges and curves of his large, firm muscles beneath my hands. Then it was my turn and Donnie began applying the oil to me. I thought that he was taking a little longer than usual and all of a sudden I felt his chest press up against my back and his arms reach around me as his hands cupped my pecs and began to slowly massage their greasy muscularity. Surprised, it took me a second to react before I said, "Uh, like, they're already done." "Oh, yeah", he said, stopped, removed me from his embrace and turned away from me as if nothing had happened. While that in itself was strange, what was stranger was that I had kind of gotten 'turned on' by the feel of his hands on my pecs! The contest itself was fun. We'd gotten to know several of the other competitors and it was fun hanging around with them, kidding them about how "wimpy" they looked and how their muscles had gotten all "flabby" since the last competition - but it was all in fun. Donnie took third place overall which wasn't too shabby, considering that this was only our second competition. I didn't place but did get a mention for "Most Improved Pectoralis Major Muscle Group." Later that day when I was home and showering to remove the last of the greasy posing oil, I brought my hands up, cupped my pecs and tried rubbing and massaging them as Donnie had done earlier in the day. It wasn't that it hurt or anything when I did it - it felt vaguely pleasurable to feel their size and muscular firmness under my fingers - but it just didn't feel nearly as enjoyable as when he'd touched them. As the weather turned warmer in the spring, I realized that I was going to need some new clothing. During the winter I wore warm and baggy clothes but they sure wouldn't work in the warm and humid summer months. And with my muscular development most of the clothes that I had worn last summer simply wouldn't fit me too well - either they were too tight or I couldn't fit into them at all. I tried on one of my tee-shirts and when I flexed my muscles it split up the back. So Donnie and I headed off to the mall and stocked up on tank tops, sleeveless shirts and mesh workout shorts. What the heck - we'd worked so long and hard to develop our bodies, why not show them off a little? Other than doing sort of okay in the contests, a side benefit of my bodybuilding was that Laurie was paying more attention to me. Now Laurie wasn't THE prettiest girl in the Sophomore class but she was closest to it - and she possessed what had to be the biggest breasts in the class. I'd kind of hinted to her in the past that maybe we could go to a movie or something but she'd given me the cold shoulder. So was I surprised at school this lunch period when she came up to me as we were leaving the cafeteria and said, "May, maybe we could get together sometime for that movie you were asking me about?" Man, I wasn't going to let that opportunity slip by so now we're going to a movie this coming Saturday - don't know which one - don't care! I was shaving my body this morning - arms, legs, armpits, what little there was on my chest, and trimming the top of the pubic hair in my crotch before I took a shower to wash away the remains of the shaving cream. As I was trimming the hair in my crotch I trimmed it just a little lower than I had previously, and then I trimmed it even a little lower. At that point there wasn't all that much of it left so I trimmed the remaining hair. As I emerged from the shower with all the shaving cream washed off and saw how I looked without any hair "down there", I was first kind of shocked to see the smooth dark olive-colored skin that had been covered up previously by the thick curly black pubic hair but decided that it really didn't look that bad after all. As I dressed, I enjoyed the feeling of my briefs rubbing against my bare skin. "Wonder why I didn't think of this before", I thought. School's over for the summer - don't miss it a bit. Neither Donnie nor I were able to find a regular summer job so we're just doing odd jobs, babysitting, and some yard work - that kind of stuff. So that leaves us a lot of time to hang around the pool. Our village has a Community Park about a half mile away, an easy bike ride, that has athletic fields, swimming pools, play area for little kids, picnic areas and a few walking trails. A lot of our friends from school like to hang out at one of the pools because there's a shallow pool for the little kids, a pool reserved for 21-and-up, and a pool pretty much left to us teenagers. So whenever Donnie and I don't have anything else going on, we'll usually head over to the pool to hang out. We both bought pairs of tiny lycra swimming shorts which cover up as little as the pool rules will allow and we've been working on our tans which involves lots of suntan lotion - almost like the posing oil we use in the contests. About halfway through the summer Donnie had gone through several sunburns and his body was a patchwork of tanned areas and peeling reddish areas. I tan really easy so by that time I'd tanned to a deep reddish mahogany color and when I'd slathered on the suntan lotion I looked pretty impressive - strolling around and flexing my muscles a little to show off my physique - the girls were really paying attention, and the guys (except for a couple of gay ones) were looking annoyed at the attention I was getting. So all in all it was a pretty good summer. As I was toweling off after taking a shower this afternoon to get the smell of the chlorine swimming pool disinfectant out of my hair I noticed how long it had gotten as it now brushed against the top of my shoulders. It wasn't that I'd consciously let it grow out or anything, but I'd never paid much attention to it and then the last year had been pretty much dedicated to my bodybuilding and I had just snapped a rubber band around my hair to keep it out of the way in a ponytail when I was posing in a contest. It wasn't that it looked bad or sloppy or anything so I just decided that it is what it is and I'm not going to worry about it. The only time that it annoyed me was when I bent forward and it flopped down in front of my face but I solved that by keeping it pulled back in a ponytail all the time except when I was sleeping or showering. And the rubber bands that I had been using were kind of a hassle because they kept getting strands of my hair twisted up in them and that was painful when I removed them so I went over to the local drug store and bought a couple of white "scrunchies" to use in place of the rubber bands. The Community Park also has a building with a recreation room, a small kitchen and snack bar, and an exercise room, and Donnie and I have been using that for an hour or so a day to continue our workouts. Donnie's arms and thighs are getting really massive and my chest development has been spectacular - I've easily got the biggest pecs of any of the kids that I competed with in the contests this past year. In fact a couple of the tank tops that I bought earlier in the year were just a little on the tight side initially and are now way too tight across my chest so I had to buy a couple in a larger size. Near the end of summer vacation, Donnie and I had decided to jog over to the Community Park instead of riding our bikes. Guess we were feeling a little competitive that day and our jogging turned into a full-out-fast- as-we-could-run race. As we were running along as fast as we could, gasping for breath and each trying to pull ahead of the other, I noticed that I could feel something jiggling just a little on my chest. As I looked down I could see through the tight tank top that my pecs were bouncing up and down just a little bit as we ran. I hadn't noticed that before so when I was taking a shower the next morning I examined them and found that while there was still that thick layer of muscle, that there was now a thin layer of softer tissue over the muscle and under my skin. I massaged it a little and felt its softness and wondered whether I'd been eating a little too much that summer and had packed on a thin layer of fat. "Maybe I ought to cut back on the triple cheeseburgers?" I wondered, but then I weighed myself and found that I had actually dropped a couple of pounds and was down to 161# now. "Probably lost some muscle tone over the summer, need to exercise more", I thought. My Junior year in high school started off great when Laurie let me take off her bra and play with her tits last night when we were alone in her house and watching TV - and she has a LOT to play with. I didn't realize how much her bra supported her tits for without the support of the bra, they hung nearly down to her waist as two large, white, soft sacks of flesh! At the same time I was fondling her tits she was running her hands over my muscled upper body and eventually worked her hands over to my pecs, massaging and squeezing them and tickling my nipples. Oh man, I couldn't believe how good that felt to have her playing with me that way and the embarrassing part came when I couldn't control myself and ejaculated into my briefs. We were both fully clothed below the waist so Laurie didn't know what I'd done, but I was kind of embarrassed that I didn't have better control. Oh well, still felt pretty good. As I was thinking about getting ready for the second Junior Mr. Teen Contest I realized that it had been at least weeks and weeks, maybe even months since I had to shave my body. Except for the small amount of hair I still had in my armpits and crotch, I had just a little light "down" on my legs, arms and face - nothing that needed to be removed with a razor. I was kind of surprised but it didn't bother me all that much as it meant that I didn't have to worry about the daily shaving and the razor burns, and nicks and cuts that went along with it. Donnie and I had been looking forward to competing in our second Junior Mr. Teen Contest but it didn't exactly work out the way we had hoped - at least for me. It all started when we were applying the posing oil and I was hoping that Donnie would fondle my pecs as he had done at the last competition - but he didn't. And then one of the other competitors commented to me that my long ponytail which now fell to several inches below the top of my shoulders would cost me posing points so I grabbed a couple more scrunchies from my posing kit and pulled my hair back into a messy bun on the back of my head. And even then I wasn't even close to being a finalist as I lost points for my "visual tan lines" - the tiny posing briefs were smaller than the swim suit I had worn while sunbathing at the pool and the contrast between the dark reddish brown tan over most of my body compared to the lighter olive skin revealed by my posing briefs was very noticeable. And what really annoyed me was losing points for "lack of chest definition" - which meant, I guess, that while I had the largest pecs of all the contestants that sheer size wasn't enough and that the judges didn't like their rounded and soft appearance. Bummer! When I got home that afternoon I guess Mom could see that I wasn't too happy because she said, "May, come on into the kitchen. I know something that will relax you and also do something with that messy hair of yours." I guess I never mentioned that Mom works in a beauty shop some evenings and weekends to make a little extra money and she has a mini-shop set up in the kitchen where she does whatever they do in a beauty shop for some of the neighborhood ladies. So she had me sit down in the chair and lean my head over the sink and she washed and shampooed my hair and then put some other stuff on it and combed it out and then had me sit up and she combed it some more and took a pair of scissors and trimmed off a few ragged ends and then combed it some more. The whole process took over an hour and it did feel pretty relaxing to just be sitting there, half asleep, while she worked on my hair. When she was done, she turned the chair around so I could see myself in the mirror - wow did I look different! It's hard to describe but she'd kind of, like, parted it on the left and it swept down over my forehead just over the top of my right eye, and there were bangs on the sides that hung several inches below the top of my shoulders. And it wasn't, like, really formal or anything but something that I could just brush back with my hand occasionally. I really liked it. And when Laurie saw it she told me how neat it looked and asked if my Mom could do her hair sometime. But in a way, my new hairstyle might have looked a little "too good" as some of the kids at school were staring at me when they first noticed my new hairstyle. So I just kept it pulled it back into my ponytail - except when I was with Laurie or Donnie, or at home with Mom. Several weeks after the competition disaster, I got to go "all the way" with Laurie. We hadn't really planned it in advance but my Mom wasn't home and we'd been up in my room just playing around with Facebook on my laptop while Laurie and I lay next to each other on my bed. And then lying next to each other turned to snuggling, and that turned to embracing and kissing, and then our bodies were all intertwined and we were making out like mad, and then most of our clothes were off and Laurie was lying on her back with her legs spread and I was on top of her stroking in and out of her. After several minutes we both came about the same time and then just lay there in each other's arms, enjoying the warm afterglow of our first sexual encounter. Thinking about it afterward, I realized that while the sex had been great, that the feeling of excitement that had built up in me hadn't been as strong as that time when Laurie was rubbing my pecs and I had come in my briefs - but that was probably just first time nervousness. Laurie had come to watch the Junior Mr. Teen Competition - the one where I scored so badly - and afterward when Donnie and I were going to stop for some pizza I invited her to come along. Just sitting in the booth at Pizza Hut and drinking soda and eating our way through two huge Meat Lovers pizzas and talking about school and our friends and just things in general was so relaxing that I soon forgot about my humiliating loss. And after that time the three of us began spending more time together as a trio - not that we didn't do things with the other kids at school - just that the three of us got along so well. It must have been a month or so after that when I was taking a shower and was soaping up my chest that I noticed that it felt a little different. Washing off the soapsuds I realized that the small, flat, brown nipples on my pecs had turned into slightly larger, slightly rounded tan puffy areas with prominent nipples in the center. I was, like, "Man, what's going on here?" But as I examined them I realized how sensitive they were to the touch and how much better it felt to play with them than it had felt to play with my pecs before my nipples enlarged. Not as good as when someone else played with my pecs, you understand, but still pretty good. And after gently rubbing and massaging them for a while I had this big erection and soon came and sprayed semen on the shower wall. "I guess I can live with this", I thought. I was having breakfast with Mom the other day and at one point she looked over at me and commented that the tank top I had put on that morning was a little too tight. "Too tight", I asked? "Well, maybe a little too revealing", she replied and handed me one of the hand mirrors from her mini beauty parlor. I looked at my image and told her that I didn't see anything wrong. "I was referring to these", she said and reached over and brushed her fingertips over the two areas where my puffy nipples were creating tiny little "tents" in the front of my tank top. Other than being surprised by the sensation when she drew her fingertips across them, I was a bit surprised that I hadn't realized that they showed that much. "So, uh, is like, something wrong?" I asked. "No, but we probably need to get you some tops that are a little larger and looser", she replied. So that's why she ended up buying me some polo tops to replace the tank tops and sleeveless tight tee-shirts that I had been wearing. I did like the way they fit me better but I wasn't too wild about a couple of the colors that she bought me - the yellow one and especially the pink one - I decided those were never going to get worn. I was kind of surprised when I looked at the tags in the polo tops and found they were marked "Size 13." "I thought that sizes were, like, M, L and XL", I asked? "Oh, don't worry about how they're marked", she replied, "I just got these because they were on sale and have the fit you need." And I did have to admit that they fit pretty well, and since the weather was turning colder I was going to have to start wearing something other than my summer clothes anyway. Donnie and I were still working out in the school's exercise room almost every day but while Donnie was still pushing himself to become more and more muscular for the upcoming competitions, I had lost some interest in the whole bodybuilding thing and had pretty much given up the idea of competing in any future competitions and was taking it a lot easier during the exercise time and really just using it as a chance to hang out with Donnie. After several months of this my weight was now down to 153# and I had lost a lot of muscle tone in my arms and thighs - oh, I could still flex my arms and see the muscles but my upper arms weren't as large as before and when I didn't flex my upper arms, they just looked kind of smooth and soft. After that first time, Laurie and I have been managing to find a location and time to have sex almost every week and at Laurie's suggestion we've started using the position where I'm on my back and she's lowering herself onto me with her large tits hanging in my face and supporting herself by placing her hands on my pecs and rubbing them as she strokes her body up and down on me. At first I wasn't sure that I liked this position, but what the heck - Laurie has to do more of the work and I can just lie on my back and enjoy the process more. I don't know which turns me on more: the sight of her large breasts swaying back in forth and slapping against my chest; the feeling of my dick up in her warm, tight pussy; or her hands rubbing my pecs and tweaking my nipples. Through the winter and on into the spring the changes to my chest continued and by the time the weather began to warm up my pecs had lost much of their muscular definition and were now these large rounded soft swellings that rolled over and hung down an inch or so on my chest. As I walked they'd jiggle up and down a little and my nipples would rub against my clothing and that felt kinda neat. I attributed the change to my lack of any real exercise program over the winter because I hadn't gained any weight over the winter and was now in fact down to 145# and my arms and legs were noticeable less muscular, and now much smoother and softer. After our workout at school today - well, really, after Donnie's workout after school as I was really just hanging out while he did all the work - he stopped by my house for a soda and some warmed up pizza left over from a couple of days ago. We were up in my bedroom finishing off the pizza and Donnie had opened my closet and was browsing through my clothes. At one point he pulled out the pink polo and asked me why he'd never seen me wear it and I told him that Mom had picked it out and I didn't like the color so I'd never worn it, and besides it was now a size or two too small for me. But Donnie kept bugging me and I finally agreed to put it on, struggling into its too-small size. When I finally got into it and smoothed out the wrinkles and creases it fit tightly against my chest, emphasizing the two large swellings of my pecs. "See", I said, "I told you it wouldn't fit me. It even makes it look like I've got a pair of tits", and I giggled a little. Donnie just stared at me with a funny look on his face. Mom dropped me off at the mall last week to just wander around, and kill a couple of hours, and maybe do a little shopping. I was walking through one of the larger department stores when someone sprayed something on me. I coughed a little as the intense floral scent overwhelmed me. "Oohhh, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to spray that much on you", I heard and I turned around to see one of the pretty young sales clerks holding a bottle perfume. As she continued, "We're really just supposed to give the customers a little whiff of this new scent. But this is my first day on the job and I can't get this stupid sprayer to work right. But don't you think this is a really, really nice scent? It's just on the market and everyone says it's going to be the most popular new perfume on the market this year." To cut off her spiel and get away, I agreed that it was a really, really, really great scent and bought a small bottle. Later that day in my bedroom, I took out the bottle and sprayed just a little on my land and rubbed it on my neck and had to admit that, taken in normal amounts, it did smell pretty nice. So the next day I decided to wear some to school. I think that Donnie liked it, although he looked a little surprised when he met me that morning and smelled my perfume. But between classes a couple of the football players followed me down the hall, making comments about my appearance and how "Sweet little May smells so nice that we might just take her in our arms and kiss her. And we bet the cute little thing would like that." That upset me so much that I started crying a little and had to duck into a storage room and compose myself before I went on to my next class. But I'll show them! I love aroma of the perfume and might even put more on tomorrow! Laurie dumped me last week, or I dumped her - I'm not sure which, but the bottom line's the same - we're not going out together anymore. While the sex still felt great, Laurie was getting more and more demanding of me and criticizing my appearance and I felt that the only reason she was going out with me was that I produce an erection whenever (and wherever) she wanted to have sex. And when I wanted to have her play with my pecs because that got me even more turned on she'd get this annoyed look on her face before complying with my request. After a couple of embarrassing incidents at the community swimming pool, I stopped going with Donnie. One time I had been applying suntan lotion and when I got to my pecs it felt so good that I applied more lotion to them and was rubbing and massaging them harder and harder and tweaking my large nipples and that got me so turned on that I got this big erection that was just barely contained in my skimpy swimming briefs. And then I heard some lady behind me say, "Young man, please have the decency not to do that in a public area" and I looked around and found that several people were staring at me. I rapidly threw a towel around my shoulders and went to the changing room to dress and head home. And then another time I was just lying on my back in the sun, enjoying the warmth of its rays when something felt a little funny on my chest. I looked down and saw that my large pecs had kind of, like, rolled over and flopped down onto the sides of my chest. And it was like ..... well they didn't really even look like pecs anymore. I wasn't sure what they did look like but I wasn't sure that I wanted to have them exposed in public that way. And when my pecs weren't in the way, I could look further down and see how my tummy had gotten softer and a little rounded as it swelled out just a little over the top of my swimming briefs. So much for the community swimming pool! Something strange happened a week or two after the start of my Senior year. Donnie and I were over at his house just kind of hanging out in the basement rec. room and trying to figure out what would be fun to do that didn't cost much money. Yep, no summer jobs again! "So May, I haven't seen you at the pool lately", Donnie asked, "Laurie keeping you too busy these days", and he laughed a little as my face reddened. "Uh, no", I said, "Just got tired of being stared at." Hoping that he'd take the hint and change the subject. But of course Donnie couldn't let it drop. "Well, what do you expect to have happen when you parade around in those tiny little bathing suits? A couple of them aren't much better than thongs." "Yeah? Like you're the one who likes to walk around the pool with a big bulge in your crotch so you can show off your 'equipment'", I retorted, becoming annoyed with the whole conversation. "No, I'm just tired of people staring at my chest and picking on me for the way I look", and I gestured at the front of my shirt where the fabric was stretched over the two large swellings on my chest. "Yeah, I noticed that you're carrying around a little extra weight up there", Donnie replied, "Going to show me what's going on?" Did I really want to show Donnie what had happened to me? We were best friends and it was just the two of us alone in the basement. But still, reveal what had happened to my chest? "Oh, what the fuck", I thought and I pulled off my shirt, revealing the two large sacks of flesh that hung down on my chest with the nipples that graced them now aroused and fully engorged from the friction caused as I removed my shirt. Donnie just gasped and was silent for a moment with his mouth open and this look of amazement on his face before he got control of himself and stuttered, "But ..... May ..... uh ..... what happened ..... uh ..... you've got ..... uh ..... you've got TITS!" At that point I lost control and began crying, managing to get a few words out between sobs, "No ..... they're not breasts ..... they're just my pecs ..... and ..... and I just need to ..... to lose some weight ..... and they'll go away ..... and ..... and everything will be back to normal ..... and ..... OH MY GOD I HAVE BREASTS!", and I collapsed against Donnie, throwing my arms around him for support and burrowing my face into his neck as sobs wracked my body. After a few moments Donnie raised his arms and clasped me in them, gathering my body against his, and stroking my hair and back as he comforted me. I don't know how long we embraced as I struggled to get control of myself and Danny comforted me in his embrace but eventually his hands moved from stroking my back slowly around to my front where he gently began to gently rub my breasts and I pulled slightly away from him to give his hands better access to them, feeling my nipples harden even more and I began to moan with pleasure at the feeling of his hands upon my breasts. I don't know what came over me but I felt my hands slowly moving down to the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, gently rubbing it and then unzipping his fly and reaching in to grasp his large erection with both hands, stroking it as he fondled my breasts and I developed an erection of my own. Working faster and faster and grinding our bodies against each other we both came at the same time, me in my shorts and Donnie in my hands, spraying his semen up onto my breasts. Finally exhausted, we both sagged back down on the couch as our breathing returned to normal and our minds trying to make sense of what had just happened. "So", I remember thinking, "I wonder if that's what it feels like to a girl when someone plays with her breasts." I tossed and turned in my bed that night, the events of the day running and rerunning through my thoughts as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened hours before. At Donnie's house I had finally realized that I now have breasts. And my best friend had played with them and I had given him a hand job. And, oh this was all too much for me as I tossed and turned in my bed. The phrase "..... when someone plays with her breasts" kept popping up in my thoughts and suddenly I remembered that strange website I had happened upon two years ago when I was a Sophomore, and the message that I had seen displayed on the screen of my computer: "Your wish of 'I wonder what it feels like to have someone play with your huge tits' has been accepted." Could it be? Aw, no, things like that don't happen in real life. But there was no avoiding the changes to my pecs and the fact that I now have breasts. Jumping out of my bed I ran to my computer, feeling my unrestrained breasts bouncing up and down a little on my chest, and my nipples stiffening up in the cool night air as I typed in the address of www.real-wishes.com and hit the enter key, only to be rewarded in several seconds with a blue screen displaying the words: "HTTP 404 NOT FOUND." I tried several more times with the same result before giving up and slowly making my way back to my bed, crawling under the covers and sobbing gently as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me and what my life would be like. I slept in till late morning the next day and when I went down to breakfast Mom commented, "Well, look what the cat dragged in. Guess you didn't sleep too well last night." I wasn't really in a mood to talk so I just mumbled something and got some cereal and milk and sat down across the breakfast bar from her. After a minute or so while I attacked the cereal, she said, "So, you want to talk about them?" "Them? Them what?" I asked. "Those", she said, gesturing at my chest. I looked down and realized that I hadn't buttoned up the top couple of buttons on my PJ's top last night and that in addition to the shape of my breasts showing through the fabric, a little of the upper part of my breasts was exposed in the opening and you could see the tiny diamond pendant that Donnie had given me kind of snuggled down into the cleavage between my breasts. Blushing, I rapidly pulled the top of my PJs closed to cover myself up as best I could, and leaning forward a bit to make the swellings less noticeable. "Oh, don't act so embarrassed", she said, continuing, "I've known that something was going on with you for months and had a pretty good idea what it was. I just didn't realize how large they had gotten. So, now that your secret's 'exposed', let me take a better look at them." Blushing furiously I removed the top of my PJs and fully exposed my chest. I was further embarrassed when my nipples stiffened up and stood out even more from my breasts as the thought that my mother was looking at my breasts strangely excited me. Mom just stared at me for a moment or so before saying, "Not bad. Rather cute actually. At least a B-cup and maybe even a C-cup. So let me call our doctor and get you an appointment so that you can find out what the problem is and what has to be done to fix it." I just mumbled something, gulped down the rest of my cereal, and went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Before getting into the shower, I studied myself in the mirror, carefully examining my breasts. I noted how they stood out several inches from my chest and were tipped with pink nipples, each surrounded by a darker and puffy aureole which contrasted with the olive tone of my skin. I bounced up and down on my toes a little and saw how the soft flesh jiggled up and down. In the shower I soaped up my body and then placed my hands on my breasts, noting how warm and soft they felt. At the touch of my hands my nipples and aureole swelled up even more and pleasurable sensations coursed through my body as I fondled myself. My cock swelled and hardened as I continued to play with my breasts and then a feeling of ecstasy swept over me, stronger than anything I had experienced when having sex with Laurie, and I came and sprayed my semen on the shower wall. Feeling a little faint from the experience I leaned against the shower wall until my breathing returned to normal and I could finish my shower, towel myself off and get dressed. "OH MY GOD, so that's what it feels like to play with your own breasts", I thought, "And Mom thinks I need to see a doctor and get cured? No way!" After drying off following my shower I examined myself in the mirror and noticed a few other changes in my body. In addition to my soft and rounded tummy, which was now a little more prominent that I remembered it from the swimming pool, my upper and arms appeared even softer and smaller - and when I tried to flex the muscles in them you couldn't notice any change at all. In addition to that my waist was a little narrower, and my hips appeared a little wider. "That must be why my jeans have been fitting so tightly", I thought. After getting dressed and struggling into the last pair of my jeans that I could now wear, I came back downstairs and found Mom just finishing cleaning up the breakfast dishes. "Uh, Mom", I said, "Uh, like, uh, there's no reason to rush into this doctor thing. like, uh, it can wait awhile." Mom just looked at me for a moment and then got this smile on her face as she said, "I was wondering how you'd feel about that. So if that's the case there's some shopping that we need to do." "Uh, shopping? What do we need to shop for?" I asked. "Well, take a look in the mirror and you'll see." I took a quick look in the mirror in the downstairs bathroom and didn't see anything out of order. But then I took another look at the yellow polo top that I'd put on after my shower and you could clearly see the outline of my breasts where they swelled the fabric out about two inches, and with my nipples clearly revealed through the tight fabric, and the way my jeans fit so tightly over my hips that it looked as though the button on the fly would pop off at any moment. "Uh, yeah, I guess so", I said. "And don't pull your hair back into that awful ponytail", she added, "It looks so much nicer when you leave it the way I styled it." Yes, Mom. It was kind of embarrassing at the mall when I kept getting stared at by the boys and one of them even whistled at me. But in spite of that Mom took me to several stores and when we left several hours later, I was carrying one shopping bag with 5 bras in it - I found that a 36B fitted me pretty well - another shopping bag with six girl's blouses in it and four pairs of girl's jeans - and a third shopping bag with a pair of white open-toed sandals and a pair of white girl's sneakers with pink trim. Funny thing, when Mom bought me the polo shirts a year ago I hadn't much liked the pink and the yellow ones but now those were my favorite colors and I couldn't wait to get home and change into my new clothes. I really liked the way the girl's jeans fit me - didn't have to struggle to get into them the way I had to with my boy's jeans, although the girl's jeans were cut lower than my boy's jeans had been and emphasized my soft little tummy, hips and rear end. "Kind of cute", I thought. But when I put on the white sneakers, one of the bras and the pink blouse I really, really liked the way I looked. My breasts were firm enough that I really didn't need any support but the bra sort of rounded them and made them look less pointed, and of course you couldn't see my nipples any more. Mom and I had stopped on the way home from the mall for a late lunch and it was close to suppertime when we got home. There was a message on the answering machine from Donnie - asking me to give him a call but I was so tired from everything that had happened to me in the past 24 hours that I just had a light supper, put away my new clothes, and fell into bed and slept through till midmorning the following day. I showered and attended to my hair, admitting how it now fell down just to the top of my breasts, and dressed in my white sandals, low cut girl's jeans and yellow blouse before going down to breakfast. I still wasn't used to wearing a bra, and since it was just Mom and me I didn't bother putting one on. I was really hungry and Mom kept feeding me eggs, bacon, and pancakes with syrup until I was so stuffed that I couldn't eat a single bite more and my jeans that had fit so well just an hour or so before now felt uncomfortably tight. Then she told me that Donnie had called me twice already that morning so I returned his call and we agreed that he'd pick me up and we'd go to an afternoon movie matinee. When Donnie rang our doorbell an hour later and I opened the door, he just stared at me for a moment and then sort of gasped, "Gosh May, you look ..... nice." I think he was going to say something else but Mom was standing behind me. It was really neat the way he opened the car door for me and the way we held hands as we walked to the theater from the mall parking lot. And then in the theater I snuggled up against him and laid my head on his shoulder as we continued to hold hands. After the movie we went to the food court and got some Chinese food and then spent several hours wandering through the mall, holding hands and talking. We even went into a jewelry store and Donnie insisted on buying me a small silver bracelet with two hearts on it. It was way after dark when we got back to my place and I was still kind of tired so we just sat in his car for awhile and snuggled and kissed before I finally went into the house, said goodnight to Mom and went up to my bedroom. I found a box on my bed with a note on it that read, "Thought you'd like this, Mom." When I opened it I found that it contained a pretty white nightie with pink lace trim on it. I put it on, admiring how the top showed off my "figure" without revealing too much, although it felt kind of strange when I put on the skimpy panty bottoms, and crawled into bed where I drifted off to sleep thinking about Donnie. I went down to breakfast the next morning wearing my new nightie and thanked Mom for it and blushed when she told me how pretty I looked in it. When I sat down on the stool at the breakfast bar the panties still felt, well, different and I was fidgeting a little in them. Mom looked over at me and said, "Don't worry honey, you'll get used to them, and when you look in your dresser drawer you'll see that I bought you some more to wear during the day, in different colors and styles." At that I squealed in happiness, jumped up and embraced my mother who patted me on the back for a moment and then asked me what I'd like for breakfast. As we ate, I told her about my date with Donnie. That's funny, I hadn't really thought of it as a "date" at the time - just more like going to a movie with a friend - but I guess that it really was a date. And I showed Mom the bracelet that he had bought me and told her how much I liked it and how I was never, ever, ever going to take it off. After breakfast I showered and dressed, picking out a pretty pair of yellow panties to wear and spent the rest of the morning cleaning up my toenails and fingernails and applying pink nail polish to them. The restrooms at the school are a problem - well, not that there was anything wrong with the restrooms themselves, the problem was with me using them. Back when it had just been my feminine hair style and a few mannerisms, there hadn't been any problem with me continuing to use the Boy's Rooms - other than an occasional stare or comment about my appearance. But now with my girl's clothing and what's happening with my chest, I had to stop using the Boy's Rooms at school after being physically roughed up in them a couple of times - nothing really bad, just pushed and shoved around along with the suggestion that I "didn't belong in a Boy's Room anymore." I mean, just because I take good care of my hair and my chest looks a little different and I like to wear pretty clothes, why do the other boys have to be so mean to me? Like, I'm the same May that has been in classes with most of them since Kindergarten, aren't I? And despite my appearance I'm still a boy so I couldn't very well use the Girl's Rooms even if the school would let me, could I? My Guidance Counselor eventually worked out a deal where I could use the rest room in the Nurse's Office whenever "nature called" and that solved the problem. But it still seems so unfair, the way the other kids treat me, except Donnie, of course. I was still trying to make sense of what had happened to me but I didn't have much luck. I kept trying to log on to www.real-wishes.com and I usually got the "HTTP 404 NOT FOUND" message but maybe every tenth try or so I could get onto the site but there wasn't any more than the sign-on page that asked you about your wish. One of my friends is a real geek and I asked him what he could find out about the site. After several days Jimmy called back told me that the site has an IP address of 72.167.249.180 (maybe that means something to you but it was Greek to me). But the strange thing was that whenever he tried to see where that domain was registered (more Greek) it came up with a different location. One time it would be registered in the US, then moments later in Lithuania, then in Somalia, then in Tibet, and then in Bolivia - like it was floating around the world minute by minute. And what was even stranger, the same IP address would change its domain name - it might be www.real-wishes.com, then the next time www.wishes-answered.org, and the time after that it would be www.your-wish-come-true.net. As Jimmy was telling me all this, his voice had this, like, funny sound to it. And all of a sudden I realized what it was - fear. Jimmy had run across something that didn't fit into his nice neat geek understanding of how the universe worked and he was afraid of it! After all that geek talk my head hurt so I thanked him, hung up and gave up trying to find out more about that site. Whatever was happening to me, I wasn't going to find the answer there. Over the next couple of months Donnie and I evolved into a real "couple", constantly with each other and getting to know each other so well that one of us would start to say something and the other would finish the sentence and Donnie would laugh and I would giggle and then we'd kiss each other. During that time I had lost a little more weight and was now down to 136#, not that I looked skinny or emaciated or anything, but I had lost all of the muscular definition I had worked so hard to develop several years before - and you know what, I didn't miss it a bit. Even though I had lost a little more weight, my body had sort of redistributed itself as my arms and legs became slimmer and my hips and rear end became softer and more rounded - changes that Donnie showed his appreciation for whenever we were alone and with our clothes off, enjoying each other's bodies to the fullest. Another benefit of my new shape was that I could finally get rid of the last of my ugly boy's clothes and begin wearing girl's slacks and shorts (cut low and tight to emphasize the size and shape of my "booty") in addition to my girl's jeans. Oh, and some of the weight went to - guess where - my breasts, and I had to change to a 38C bra, another change that didn't bother Donnie in the least. But though I was generally happy with my new appearance, I was unhappy with one part of my body. It bothered me when I'd look in the mirror after taking a shower and admire my hair style, breasts and girlish curves, but not the cock that hung between my legs. Oh, Donnie would play with it occasionally but I really liked it better when he played with my breasts, and I had found a number of amazing things that I could do both to and with his cock. So from my viewpoint my cock was sort of a useless appendage that made an ugly bulge in my panties. But there wasn't anything much that I could do about that other than to push it down and back between my legs so that it didn't show as much. I was surprised by how accepting Mom was of the changes that were happening to me. Like, it's not every day when your son starts acting and dressing like a girl and develops breasts. But she seems like she's okay with it and is helping me how to select the right clothing, care for my longer hair, choose and apply makeup - all those things that girls might take ten years to learn and which I was compressing into a fraction of that time. Then I overheard snatches of a phone conversation she was having with one of her friends and it all because clear to me: "..... becoming so beautiful these days .....", "..... and she has a boyfriend .....", "..... such nice manners .....", "..... the daughter I always wanted ....." It kind of annoyed me that Mom kept referring to me as "she." After all, I may look and act a little bit like a girl, but I am a boy. As I was putting on my makeup the other morning I spent a little time brushing my hair and enjoying the way it looked as it swept across my face and how my bangs fell nearly to the bottom of my breasts. But I realized that my face looked a little different than I remembered it. I no longer had an adams apple, my chin didn't look as prominent as it used to, the cleft in my chin was gone, and my cheekbones appeared to be a little higher and more prominent - giving just a hint of an oriental look to my face. Overall my skin looked soft and smooth and my mouth seemed to be a little smaller but with fuller, sensual lips. The sum of the changes was that even without any makeup, I now looked totally feminine, beautiful, and even a bit exotic. "Neat", I thought. Back when I lost interest in the bodybuilding competitions and tapered off and then stopped my exercise routines, my body had begun to lose its muscular tone and definition. And for awhile I slowly lost weight, dropping to as low as 122# at one point even as my body became more rounded, softer and feminine in appearance. And something else strange was going on - over a period of about a year while I was losing weight I was also losing height and finally ended up just a little over 5' 6". Instead of looking at Donnie when we walked along together with his arm around my waist, I now had to look up at him a little. In the last month or so, I've begun to gain a little weight and am now back up to 141#. Now, it wasn't that I'd gotten obese, or even fat for that matter, but I sure had developed a much more feminine set of curves, especially in the area of my hips, thighs and rear end and I could tell that Donnie appreciated that for I kept noticing him glancing at me as we'd be walking along and I'd bounce just a little as I walked to make everything wiggle and sway back and forth more and then Donnie would end up checking me out even more and I thought that was kind of cute. The only problem was that about 10# of my recent weight gain had gone to - guess where again - my tits - and I had to replace my C-cup bras with D-cup ones. Man, was I getting a set of huge ones! It wasn't only that I liked to pose in front of the mirror, admiring my feminine curves and the way my heavy breasts hung down on my chest, but I liked the way their weight felt on my chest and the way they swung back and forth, unrestrained when I didn't wear a bra. Mom kept getting on my case about how I should wear a bra all the time or "..... with the size of your breasts, you're going to develop stretch marks if you don't keep them supported." Well, I don't care, they're my tits and if I develop stretch marks that's my problem, not hers! Had a really great Christmas. Donnie's family didn't believe in Christmas - his mother called it a "pagan holiday" but they did relent and allow him to come over to our place for a Christmas Eve dinner. Mom has been teaching me how to cook and we planned the dinner, like, weeks in advance and started baking cookies and breads and making candy a week in advance. Early that morning we put a turkey in the oven and then started working on the dressing, potatoes and vegetables. As the day wore on the sky grew darker and darker and snow began falling in the early afternoon and then the wind began picking up. Around 4pm with dinner mostly prepared, I took a quick shower, washed and dried my hair, put on my makeup and a little jewelry, pulled on a pair of tight white stretch capris and tucked the bottom of my pink silk blouse into the waistband before putting on a pair of white sandals with 3" platform heels. "Cool", I thought as I pirouetted in front of the mirror in my bedroom, admiring how the tight capris revealed my lush curves while the pink blouse offered a hint of what lay beneath its smooth fabric. By the time Donnie arrived around 5pm there was about 6" of snow on the ground and the TV had a little banner floating across the bottom of the screen warning of no unnecessary travel. But Donnie walked in through the front door, brushing the snow off his parka and immediately got a big smile on his face when he smelled the wonderful aromas wafting from the kitchen and saw the decorated tree and all the presents. Mom waved a welcome to him and I ran over and hugged him and gave him a quick kiss. The dinner was wonderful - well, except for the mashed potatoes which had flecks of black in them from where I'd left the pan on high heat too long but Donnie had three servings of those and said the black flecks gave them "character." I kind of just picked at my food because I didn't want to gain any more weight but Mom and Donnie went at the dinner as if they hadn't eaten in several days and both of them praised my cooking as I just blushed. Mom had even opened up a bottle of white wine and we each had a couple of glasses which left me flushed and slightly slurring my words a little and Donnie thought that was so funny and pretty soon the two of us were laughing uproariously. After supper we cleaned up the table, put away the leftovers, washed the dishes and decided to save dessert till after we'd opened our presents - yeah, I know that you're supposed to save them till the next morning but Donnie and I were so excited that we couldn't wait and kept badgering Mom till she gave in. So with the kitchen taken care of we moved to the living room, lit a fire in the fireplace, lit some candles, turned on the lights on the tree and turned off the rest of the room lights, leaving the living room filled with the warm glow from the tree lights and candles and the flickering flames in the fireplace, and sat down to open presents as we could hear the wind whistling and roaring outside the house. I'd given Mom a couple of books and a little jewelry and she gave me mostly gift cards - having resigned herself months ago to the fact that I'd developed my own taste in clothes and neither needed nor wanted her help anymore. Donnie gave Mom a box of candy - a typical "guy gift." And I had given him a couple of shirts and a package marked "open me in private." I figured that I'd better mark it that way as it contained a pair of briefs with a hole in the crotch so that his dick could hang outside the briefs which made him look really sexy! Donnie gave me a couple of pieces of jewelry and a bottle of expensive perfume and a large box that was surprisingly light. When I opened it I found that it contained a large, fluffy, soft white cashmere sweater that looked so pretty that I squealed in happiness and I ran up to my bedroom to try it on. Holding it up I realized how big it was and decided to try something - I stripped off all my clothes - every last piece - and pulled on the sweater. The sleeves came down below my hands and I had to roll them up to shorten them, and the bottom fell to mid thigh. The neck had a large opening that revealed the tops of my shoulders and I found that by pulling it to one side I could reveal one whole shoulder and just a tiny bit of my breast on that side. "Sexy", I thought. As I came back downstairs barefoot and wearing only the sweater and bouncing just a little on the steps so that "things" bounced and jiggled and swung back and forth a little under the sweater's soft fabric, Donnie's eyes opened wide and he silently mouthed something that looked like "Holy Shit! Mom just looked at me and smiled a little. Then she went out to the kitchen to prepare some desserts and snacks while we were watching TV. While Mom was working in the kitchen Donnie and I decided that we'd clean up the wrapping paper and now-empty boxes and put away some of the larger presents. Donnie volunteered to help me carry presents up to our bedrooms and I noticed that he stayed several steps below me on the stairs - probably so that he could look up and check out my rear end as it bounced and jiggled a little as I went up the stairs. As we entered my bedroom Donnie looked around in amazement for a few seconds before he said, "Wow May, what did you do to your bedroom?' I giggled a little and looked up at Donnie and explained that starting right after Thanksgiving, Mom and I had worked at redecorating my bedroom - starting by getting rid of the ugly wooden boy's bunk bed, dresser and desk, and then repainting the walls, replacing the carpeting and putting new curtains on the windows before moving in new furniture. I had picked a basic white and pink color scheme with white furniture with pink trim - including the bed with a white canopy and dark pink bedding - a thick soft white rug on the floor and light pink walls - and white curtains with dark pink trim for the windows. I'd also picked up a number of cute little stuffed animals in shades of white and pink that I'd arranged around the room. I'd also bought one of those little thingies that plugs into a wall outlet and continuously releases a scent so that my