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This story is heavily inspired by the story Shall We Play A Game by Lisa Teez over at mcstories http://www.mcstories.com/ShallWePlayAGame/ShallWePlayAGame.html), so if you like it please go read the original. It is one of my favorites. I added a TG element to make the slow, plodding inevitability of the narrator's change into a physical one instead of a mental one as the original story does. Also, I kept the narrator nameless in an effort to place yourself into the role. I hope it helps you feel more of the story. The Wooden Box By Boredsitting The story has gone viral. According to the blogs, there's a box of candy that is floating around that will change a person into another person. After the person finishes changing, he or she mails it to another person to do the same. None of the stories really go into detail about how it happens, but the videos show people with pictures of their "past lives". Some of them are pretty convincing and well thought-out. Yes, it's just another online hoax, but it is entertaining reading the comments regarding it. It all seemed so farfetched until the postman brought me a package that would change my viewpoint on the matter. I didn't recognize the sender, so I assumed that it was the book that I ordered online. After opening it, I realized that there was a mistake. Instead of a cook book an intricately carved, ornate, wooden box sat on the pile of shipping wrap on my dining room table. Not much bigger than my palm it is beautifully hand-carved in dark wood such as mahogany or cherry with what looked almost like tribal symbols and crude illustrations of people in poses. I didn't feel anything bouncing around inside, so I assume that it's empty. There's a small latch on what appears to be a lid the completely covers the top and minute, dark metal hinges on the back. It would make a beautiful conversation starter on my curio cabinet if it was mine. I guess now I have to repackage it and send it back to the sender. It's such a shame to let it go back without enjoying it for a while. Maybe, I'll keep it for a couple of days before returning it. Being a middle-aged bachelor, I don't really have anyone else here. Every once in a while I get to go on a date, but they never ask for a second one. Some people are born attractive, and some people have a natural charisma. Unfortunately, I'm neither. I'm just me. Maybe I have a dull personality or maybe I'm not very athletic. I work at a desk all day on the Nth floor of some random conglomerate and haven't really taken care of myself. It would be nice to show my parents that I found a girl, but it's just not that easy. Well, at least I have a random wooden box. Sigh. Let's open this little latch and see what's inside. Hm. It's a little tricky. Let me get my fingernail underneath it...and...there! Open sesame! Hm. That was a stupid thing to say. No wonder I don't have a girlfriend. The lid opens very smoothly revealing its luxurious inside lined with soft, padded satin in mostly reds and golds. It's beautiful. Huh? What's that? I could have sworn it was empty earlier when I shook it, but there appears to be a fancy, wrapped candy elegantly placed on a bed of red satin. Picking it up, I inspect the candy to see a small note with the words "beginner's cup" tied to the side of one of the twisted sides. That's odd. I wonder what it means. Without warning, the top snaps shut causing me to jump a little almost dropping it. Feeling a little spooked, I lay it down on the table and inspect the candy in my hand. Its golden wrapper crinkles in my hand. Was this piece in there the whole time? There's no telling how old it is or who put it in there. Curiously, I open the candy up to see squishy, soft gumdrop. It ebbs and bends in between my fingers as they squeeze and poke at it. I guess there's no harm in eating one piece of candy. If this is how I end, then so be it. It's not like I have very much to live for anyways. With my destiny settled, I plop the gumdrop into my mouth. A semi-sweet milky flavor washes over my tongue reminding me of butter cream or condensed milk. It's so decadent. I just want to sit down on the couch and relax...with...the...milky......good...ness. Beginner's Cup I wish I was a pretty as Becky. She's the coolest big sister ever. She's actually letting me hang out in her room with her. "Alright, Alisha. Are you ready to be a supermodel?" she asks me beaming with delight as she opens her closet as if it were a gate to a magic kingdom. Inside, all of my sister's super cool clothes hang on their pink, plastic hangers waiting to be showcased on my mega-pretty sister. "First," she commands, "you need to get out of your clothes so you can wear mine." Grinning, I quickly discard my pink pony t-shirt and shorts leaving only my bottoms on. My older sister scans through her outfits sliding the undesirables to the side with a metallic "slink" as the hangers hold their teenage fashion accessories with pride mumbling as if to assure me that she's looking out for my good taste in clothes. After a couple of "No's" she squeals and pulls out a fitted cocktail dress that she wore at some awards ceremony last spring. It's green with tiny sequins glittering in the bedroom lights. "Here! Try this on, princess." I gracelessly pull it over my head and fumble with the openings. It's as if the dress is fighting with me as if it is loyal to only my sister. Stupid...dress...I'm her sister...stop...fighting...me... With my arms caught in a web of teenage glitz over my head I hear a giggle from outside the dress. "Here," she says in her big sister voice, "let me help you with that." My sequined cocoon jerks and pulls in different directions until finally it slides over my head and around my pubescent body. It's quite big on my little frame hanging down over my shoulders forcing me to lift my arms just to keep it on. Becky's hearty laughter echoes throughout the bedroom as she finds me awkwardly trying to fill her big sister's dress. I guess it is kind of funny looking on me. I turn and twist around in front of the full-length mirror attached to her closet to assess how I look. Regretfully, I look down at the large expanse of empty space around my chest where my sister's big boobs would go. The dress is form fitted, so it looks like I have large breasts if I don't touch it, but one look inside will show you just how much I have to grow to match her busty size. Sure mine are starting to poke out, and they even press my shirt out a little if I wear some of my smaller ones from previous years, but they swim in the space left behind my sister's boobs. I look up at her to see her still probing through her unkempt closet. She's wearing one of her oversized t-shirts that she sleeps in without her bra underneath. Her breasts sway back and forth as her arms slide her clothes back and forth on their hangers. "Becky?" I ask. "Yes, little sister?" "When did your boobs grow in?" I ask innocently. We've been close growing up so it's not too uncomfortable talking about this. She helped me when I got my first period, so she knows as much about me as another person can. Becky stops and turns around to look at me cocking her head to one side and smiling. "Oh, are you worried about your boobs?" Her voice is so soothing and comforting when she sees that I'm upset. "Don't worry about those. They'll come in when your body is ready for them to come in and not a second more." "Yours are so big and they make you look pretty. I hope I'm as pretty as you when I grow up." "I'm sure you'll be ten times as pretty as I'll ever be. Just be patient and let your body do what it needs to do. There's no use in hurrying it. Plus, I like having a little sister to play with!" We both giggle a little breaking up any anxiety that I'm feeling. "Becky, what do they feel like?" "Geez, little sis. I guess I'm just used to them. They like to get in the way, that's for sure. I can't run as fast as I'd like without them flopping around." We both crack up at the outrageous imagery. "They get a lot of attention, especially from the boys." I counter with a long "eeww". She giggles a little more. "I guess you're just gonna have to wait to find out for yourself." It's a sobering thought. She might as well tell me to wait until Christmas. The wait is sooo long! "Plus, think about it. We're sisters, so that means you're gonna have what I have." At that point she lifts hers up and jiggles them back and forth in a display of silliness. "I can't wait until I have boobs like yours," I say with all of my heart. I mean it. I can't wait to be able to fill this dress with my own beautiful breasts. My eyes shoot open as I awake from the impromptu nap. Milky cream fills my mouth. What in the world just happened? One second I'm sucking on that candy from the box then I'm passed out on the couch. What was in that candy? Oh, crap! I hope it didn't do any long-term damage. Funny, though. I'm not in the least tired or groggy. I'm wide awake. I walk back towards the box on the table. As I do my bra starts chafing me so I stop to adjust. It must have rubbed a rash while I was out, so I pull my shirt over my head and reach back to unhook the straps freeing them with a sudden drop and relief. Looking down, pressure from the bra drew reddened lines in patterns across my chest, shoulders, and back. Strangely, they feel as if I was still that little girl looking down at her blossoming chest waiting and hoping that they would grow like her sisters. I'm a guy. I'm not supposed to have breasts, but they're there. I look at the box sitting on the table. I'm not sure if I should be angry or happy at it. On one hand, these breasts are going to cause me a lot of trouble, but on the other hand my breasts are beautiful extensions of me. I'm happy I have them...giddy almost. It's as if my excitement from the dream never left. In a flurry of cheerfulness and excitement, I run to the bathroom mirror to examine my new additions. I can hardly contain my anticipation. It's like Christmas finally came and the boob fairy graced me with my own breasts. Pushing them out, I sway back and forth letting them jostle and jiggle examine one profile then quickly moving to the next. They're not very big. My palms cover them with ease. With a sigh, I walk back to the box after a few minutes...okay, it was longer but who would miss a chance to feel up your own set of boobs? Loud talking in the hallway alerts me to what must be a party next door. I'd better be careful around open windows. Even though it's my apartment, I still pick up my shirt and pull it over my head for some sense of modesty. If the box can give me breasts, then what else will it do? I pick it up and examine the exterior a little more thoroughly. The people engraved onto the box have a primitive look about them. Some of them are wearing masks while others are dancing. There don't seem to be any seams other than the lid, so I wonder how it could have been put together. Is it really wood? I flip the clasp and open the lid again. Inside, another piece of candy sits as if was placed there. On it a little note with the phrase "more jelly?" is tied to the side. Does it want me to eat this one, too? I look down at my breasts poking out rubbing against the inside of my arms. Yes. It wants me to continue, so I gather my confidence and place it into my mouth. Unlike the last one, this one has a jelly flavor and consistency. Remembering what happened last time, I quickly jog over to the couch relishing my boobs swaying back and forth as I do. I melt as soon as my body lands on the couch and drop out again. More Jelly A warm, soft presence caressed my side followed by lustful, deep moan. God, she was hot! I can't believe that she would even consider being with me. Her warm embrace contoured around my body bringing me to a relaxed and welcoming euphoria. I never knew it was possible, but her breasts are actually plumping over my front and back literally hugging me in their pillow softness. Our mouths open and taste each other's passion and lust tinged with a strong hint of alcohol. Helen and I have been getting closer lately as we worked together, and after a few drinks during a work session she finally spilled the beans about wanting to take me home. I reminded her of her husband, but she said that she had a "special relationship" with him. One thing led to another, and here we are totally nude and rolling around on her soft, king-sized bed enjoying each other's curves. Helen recently had a boob job, or at least that's what everyone has been saying. However, now that I'm being intimate with them, I don't think it's possible for a fake breast to feel this soft and natural. She left for a week vacation and came back with these knockers. It's not like she tried to keep them a secret with her new wardrobe consisting of low cut and sheer blouses. Boobs like these were meant to be enjoyed and she knew it. "I wanted to kiss your little titties ever since I knew you had them," she slurred while her hands knead and caress my much smaller breasts. "They look so delicious. I wonder how they taste," she mumbles before a moist warmth engulfs my right nipple. Lightning bolts of pleasure and tingles radiate out and cause my manhood to throb against her thigh. My arms, shaking from lust, wrap around her head and my legs spread to allow her full access to my other sensitive areas. I've completely surrendered to her ministrations turning into a ball of malleable pleasure and lust. My lover sits up straddling my waist allowing her bulbous tits to barely graze my saliva covered chest. A mischievous grin growing across her make-up smeared face. I can feel her wet pussy pushing down on my lower groin just in front of my throbbing cock. "You want to know a secret? Do you know where I got my big titties?" she teases as her hands reach up and hug her inflated chest caressing and pulling it up and over her arms. Her game catches me off-guard and I stammer. She giggles and places her hands over each of my nipples. "I bet you'd love to have larger boobs like these, huh?" Like a short circuited toy, my mind stutters trying to take in the sudden halt in our foreplay and her curiosity concerning my flattened breasts. Would I like them any bigger? "Tee hee, you're so cute when you're confused. Tell me, wouldn't you love to have your own set of play pillows like mine?" Her voice purrs as if the offer is somehow stimulating her. "You'll love the feel of them bouncing into a room demanding everyone's attention, and the satisfaction of filling out a loose blouse. I love to wrap...hard...cocks with them and let them burst trying to cover my globes with their cum. Just tell me that you want big boobies like mine, and I'll show you how I got them." She's the devil! Stopping in the middle of our...whatever we were doing...is just too evil. Oh, please if she'd just move back a couple of inches maybe I could finish what she started. "Oh, dear. It looks like I've left you in a pickle. I tell you what, let me show you why you want to grow these little...things...into my big, beautiful fun bags. Then, I'll we'll continue our lovemaking." At this point, I'm more than willing to let her play her game if it means getting off. "Okay, Helen. Show me." As if she'd just won the lottery, her face beams radiantly and she bends over as much as she can to attempt to hug me. Her two pillows press into my chest giving me a slight understanding of how a soft pair of boobs would feel on me. Achingly, her wet slit just kisses the tip of my throbbing pole giving it a taste of what it can expect in a few minutes if all goes well. "John!" she screams into the hallway while still straddling me. "John, sweetie, could you come here?" Holy moley! Is her husband here? "Please, Helen. Don't let him know I'm here!" I plead while attempting to sit up. It's not working with her sitting over me pressing me down with her mammaries. "Oh, there you are darling," a deep, male voice calls out just outside of the room. "We're in here." Suddenly, a large toned man walks in wearing only a pair of loose shorts. My immediate concerns about being hurt by this guy immediately left when he appeared jovial and unconcerned that his wife is straddling another man. "Come here, big guy. My coworker here wants see what we found on that island during our vacation." He walks up to us at the foot of the bed. My vision of him is skewed upside down, so his crotch is the biggest thing that I see. "So this is the guy you were talking about with the boobs?" "Yes, honey. He's the one. Look at his precious little boobies!" I sit there silent not really knowing how to participate in this conversation. It's like we jumped into the twilight zone. "Okay, sweetie," she says to me while reaching for his shorts, "the secret to my boobs is in his cum. While on vacation, he smoked a lot of some herb they had. According to their legend, it has special powers for girls. I gave him a blowjob one night, and he came on my chest. Like a spell had activated my little boobies began to grow and swell. Tee hee! It didn't take long to see what he did to me and we continued the rest of the week." Her daft hands pulled down his shorts revealing an incredibly large specimen of manhood. It dwarfed my little six inches. Without hesitation, she leans over and begins to make love to his manhood with her mouth while I awkwardly lie there watching the show. Does she expect me to suck him off? Is this why she brought me here? Did she expect me to turn gay and have my way with her husband's gargantuan cock? Her entire body is now in the act of making love to his dick. Her hands grab and squeeze her wobbling breasts while her hips rock back and forth creating a slick bed for her pussy to slide across on my belly. I've now become a fifth wheel in this lovemaking. At first I attempt to slide away, but her crotch continues to slide back and forth on me slowly gravitating backwards towards my needy, turgid cock. Maybe, if I play this right, she'll forget about me and use me as a fuck toy while she enjoys her man. Her pussy is getting tantalizingly close to my head as she moans and sucks at her man. C'mon, just a little more. Her husband begins to grunt and pant heavily. He must be close to coming. Her hips clamp down on my groin with her wet, humid pussy sliding directly over my pressed cock. My hips strain to put the tip into her as she rocks back and forth. Another grunt comes from above followed by some unintelligible love-talk. Her mouth continues to engulf his manhood with sloppy sounds of sucking and breathing. "AArrgh!" her husband screams out blasting jets of white cream all over her face and hair as she attempts to aim the hose towards her chest. A few droplets fall onto my own chest leaving a tingly, warm feeling where they fall. Helen cries out in passion as her hands slap and rub along the outside of her large breasts. Before my eyes, and I would never believe it if it weren't happening right in front of me, her breasts heave and swell within her caressing hands. There on top of me, my lover's breasts are growing and swelling as if attached to an air compressor. My jaw drops and I can't seem to stir my focus away from them. They didn't really grow a lot, but it's noticeable and I saw it happen. "Your tits!" I cry out. In a sexual haze they both commence laughing uproariously as if I'd just been a part of some joke and look down at me. "Okay, lover. You know how to do it. Just open up and take it from my husband's cock. The legend says you have to want it for it to work." His still dripping cock bounces over to above my face letting some of his essence to drip onto my cheek. Is this necessary? I'm still not sure if I need bigger boobs, and now I'm forced to give a blowjob to make it work. "No." I weakly beg. "I don't want to do this. I'm not gay." Reality instantly replaces the dream, and I spit out the jelly onto the floor at my feet. There's no way that I would give a blowjob to another guy. Even if it means that I would never have big boobs. No. I won't go that far. I stand up and walk over to the closed box. There's no way I'm going to let it change me anymore, so I begin to wrap it back up for postage using the same paper it came in. As I fold and tape the paper my breasts continue to bounce around and get in the way. Their unfamiliar presence keeps drawing my attention, and it makes the job much more difficult than it should be. Then it dawns on me. I have boobs. I didn't have boobs yesterday. I'm a guy with very real female breasts, and it won't take long for everyone to start making fun of the weird booby guy. I'm already estranged enough, but at least I have a chance for some normalcy if I just keep my opinionated mouth shut. Having breasts is another deal. I'm a freak. No one is going to want the weird guy who grew his own boobs. I'll be the office perv. I bring my hands up to press my new breasts into my chest as if to console them for being there. I like them. I like their presence in my life. I want to keep them, but my life would completely turn upside down. Oh, crap! What do I do? The weight of the box in my hands seems to tug at me letting me know that it's not finished. It jerks my hand enough for me to almost drop it, so I use both hands. Out of curiosity, I unwrap it again in a flurry of paper tearing and tape cutting. With a snap, the lip opens on its own disclosing its new treat. A foil wrapped piece of chocolate with a note saying "show off". The entire apartment is silent as I gaze into the reflective surface of the metallic covering. "I don't want to be gay!" I scream at the box. "Please," I start to whimper, "please stop toying with me." The candy lies still on the dark red little pillow within its wooden case. Its existence defies all manner of reality, and it sits there like it knows it. It's going to change me again. That was decided when I opened the case the very first time. I won't look like this for very much longer. Will I even BE me when this curse runs its course? I can fight it, but what's the use. I've already bought in. Show Off "I double, dog dare ya!" Becky teases. "I don't think I wanna," I plead, "someone will see me." "So. That's the fun part! Don't you want to give someone a little peek at your boobs?" my older sister chides. "I don't know," I stammer timidly. This game has gone way too far. We were just supposed to play-kiss each other and tell naughty secrets, now I'm being dared to go streak around in the front yard. "Come on!" the chorus of girls cry out together. "Can I do something else? I'll just wear my underwear for the rest of the night. I'll bake cookies?" "You said that you were going to play the game with us. Now don't let us down," Becky scolds. I've been begging to hang out with my big sister for a long time now, and she finally let me. I didn't believe that they would play games like this. Now I'm being forced to run around naked in front of these older girls. Did Becky just decide to do this to punish me? "Are you sure I can't do anything else? This is too much." I whine pleading for her to pick something else. "You've been asking me to let you be with us for a long time. These are the things that we do. If you're not going to play the game, then you can just go back to your room and play with your dolls." "I don't play with dolls!" I bark stomping my foot to make my point stronger garnering a rise of "ohh's" and giggles from her friends. "Well then," my sister snickers, "are you doing this or not?" I can't disappoint her. She's actually letting me hang out with the cool high school girls. If I chicken out, then everyone will know about it next week at school completely curbing any chance of being popular in my grade level. I don't really have a choice. "Okay," I quietly succumb releasing a wave of cackles and "OMG's" followed by the high-pitched scream of teenage girls falling over themselves in excitement. They take a long time to settle down. You'd think that some pop star just walked in. I look up at my older sister with apprehension. This trick has cut me pretty deep. I slowly begin my trek downstairs towards the front door. As I leave the room my ears overhear the other girls expressing surprise at my sister for pushing me to do this. They all stay upstairs pressing themselves up against the window to gain a clear vantage point of my humiliation. This gives me time to contemplate what I'm doing at the front door. With a deep breath, I begin to disrobe starting with my sleep shirt. I didn't bother to put a bra on. It's not like I need it too much. My boobs have grown in a little, but they're not nearly the size of my sister's melons. Both out of embarrassment and anxiety I stand for a moment holding my bare chest. This is the first time I've been topless in such a large room. It's weird. "C'mon! We don't have all night!" one of the lesser girls blurts down the stairs. My hands are shaking. Hesitantly, I hook my thumb through my undies and pull my bottoms down to my ankles baring my private region to the empty, dark entryway. I'm instantly chilled from the temperature change sending goosebumps up my body and sending my nipples into hardened points. I stand hidden behind the front door completely exposed covering as much as my little arms can hold. There's still a chance to back out. I could just put everything back on and go back to my room. Looking down at my still-developing body, I'm ashamed that I'm not as busty as my sister or as toned as some of her cheerleader friends. I've started cheerleading this last summer, and my body is starting to grow out a little in my hips and boobs. Only a sparse patch of hair covers my lady parts. Brown, just like the hair covering my shoulders. I'm instantly reminded of our field trip to the art museum last semester. Those old painters loved to paint girls like me. There were so many painting and sculptures of girls just like me that people considered beautiful. Am I beautiful? I don't feel beautiful right now. I feel pretty lousy. I'm just a little girl to those high school girls upstairs. They're pretty. My sister is pretty. She's probably the prettiest one of the bunch. Is she right to say that I'm going to look just like her? Will I be pretty, too? Gathering all of my courage my shaking hand turns the knob and pulls the door back. A sudden gust of wind washes over me reminding me that it's autumn outside. My other hand reaches over to turn the patio lights off. "Oh my God! She's doing it!" I hear one of the girls say. That's right! I'm doing it. With a hearty inhale, I run outside to our front yard. The streetlights cast eerie globes of yellow light down our neighborhood street. Being so late at night, pretty much everyone should be inside sleeping I tell myself. Using my arms to cover my breasts I run over to the side of the yard facing my sister's bedroom window. The damp, cold ground tingles the bottom of my feet as the sound of crunching fallen leaves mark each footfall. Once I can see the window I stop to prove that I did it. They're all catcalling and cheering me. It feels good to have them do that. It makes all of this worth it. Buoyed by the rush of adrenaline and support from the girls upstairs I take a second to survey the neighborhood around me. Most of the yard is dark, and the street isn't really visible from where I'm standing. If no one is looking outside their window, then I'm just as secluded as I was by the door. Now that I'm out here, it's not really that bad. It's similar to when you first jump into a cold pool. Once the shock of the water goes away, it's really kind of nice to just relish the feeling. My arms drop from their clenched positions over my boobs allowing everyone a clear view of my entire body. Maybe I am as pretty as my sister. Maybe I'm no different as the girls in the museum. I am beautiful. I am a work of art. So what if someone sees me. Let them! They'll be blessed by my perfect body. I stand a little taller playfully pacing around in small circles while looking at the second story windows all around. This feels good. I feel good. All of the apprehension and fear is gone. I almost feel natural being like this...no, I do. I do feel completely natural like this. "Hey, sis! Why don't you join me? This is wonderful!" I tease loud enough to probably wake the entire block. In fact, one of the windows begins glowing as a shadow appears in the blinds. It's Joey's room. He's the cute neighbor that my sister has a crush on. One of the blinds splits open letting me know that I now have an audience. My sister's amusement quickly changes to angst as she realizes what just happened. Too bad she's behind the window. I'm the one he's looking at. I stop my pacing and stand still looking at his window. The blinds open revealing a very buff young man that any woman would drool at. This is my chance to really shine, so I give him a long pose to fill his eyes then turn around to show my behind. Tee hee! He can see my tanlines! The candy dissolving on my tongue signals my defeat. It's funny. I didn't even try to sit down for that last one. I guess these daydreams are pretty quick, because I'm still standing in the same spot I was when I began chewing the candy. I take stock of my body. I don't feel any different, and my body hasn't grown anything. What was the point of the last candy, then? Maybe there's something different somewhere underneath these clothes. I'll need to go to the mirror in the bathroom to see. But, there's a mirror in the living room, too. It's not as big, but it's closer, so I begin disrobing in front of it. With each piece of clothing discarded a renewed sense of contentment takes its place. By the time I slide my underwear to my ankles I feel completely happy and comfortable standing in the room naked. Why have I not this before? It's so freeing. Movement from the corner of my eye remind me that I hadn't closed the blinds. Some people were walking by. Still naked, I walked over to close the blinds by reflex, but then I stop no longer feeling like it's necessary. Why should I? It's not like I don't have anything that they don't. Let it stay open, I tell myself. What do I have to hide? Feeling confident, I stroll over to the box and open it again. This time a dark red candy without a wrapper sits on a note that says "take a ride". That last candy didn't do anything to me so I can beat this one, too. I casually place it into my mouth and wait for the change. Nothing. I'm still here. The scene hasn't changed. What gives? Did I beat it? Ha ha! I beat the candy box! That's two in a row. Satisfied with my accomplishment, I sit down onto the couch and stretch out. My boobs are still there jigging away from laying down sobering me with the realization that my boobs are permanent. Maybe I didn't win. Maybe I lost. How am I going to live being the guy with the boobs? I raise my hands up to cup them consoling both myself and them. As I do a sharp spike of electricity shoots from my touch to my core. Oh, crap that felt great! I caress my nipples again increasing the pleasure. Fuck! My tits feel wonderful. As if driven by a motor my body turns hot with the desire for pleasure. Now both hands grab and pinch at my reddening breasts and my legs spread aching for something to fill the gap between them. Pleasure! I need more pleasure. My manhood tightens up into a hard, steel rod pulsing with desire and need, so my right hand drops to stroke it furiously. Inside, my brain seems to be filled with sparks and explosions not really paying much attention to anything outside of my body. Sex in all different forms float through my consciousness as if I'm accessing an encyclopedia of sexual escapades. One moment I'm above a random girl in class pumping away between her legs with her calling my name, then I'm rutting her from behind watching her hear bounce back and forth causing her long hair to dance. Then I turn around and now I'm using my breasts to pleasure his cock begging it to cum. He flips me over and begins pounding me from behind again forcing my voice to crack each time he slams into me. I then pull off and jump on top of her spreading her legs with my hands over my head and begin to press deeply into her moist, warm slit. I then lay her legs down and slide forward to straddle his cock before using my hands to point him upward. Lost in ecstasy I lean back on his pole impaling myself. Wave after wave of positions streak across my closed eyes as I fondle and pleasure myself. The display gains momentum until I become dizzy and lightheaded until my partner in the kaleidoscope of lust grunts in orgasm. With a jolt I awake from the orgy with my own orgasm spraying my own essence across my face and down my torso. I pause, stunned, watching the cum drip down into a gutter in the middle of my rapidly pumping chest directing the lose semen into my overflowing bellybutton. My limbs lay wherever they landed unable to move from exhaustion as my eyes close again this time without any thought behind them. I groggily awake feeling tingly all over. It's as if my skin is still feeling the vestiges of the electrical storm that consumed me earlier. A little spark hides deep inside reminding me of the excitement and pleasure that I could have if I'd just give in again. All I need to do is play with my nipples or still-rigid cock to find the most amazing high. I'm addicted. On shaking legs, I walk back over to the box slightly thanking it for the experience but also cursing it for what it's doing to me. I know that I must continue, but to what end? If I beat the candy's "gift", then do I really win? It'll just give me another one changing me in a different way. I'm delaying the inevitable. But, if I give up and walk away, then I'll be branded as a freak for the rest of my life. Three's a Crowd (redux) Whatever comes, it'll have to wait until I take a shower. My hair is unfortunately "styled" with my own jizz and it's starting to smell. Still nude, I walk over to the bathroom and turn the water on. While waiting for it to heat up I examine myself in the mirror. Other than my pointy breasts no one would know that I've changed. They're so cute as they jiggle around when I move. Teasingly, I press them together with my arms and lean over creating a petite valley, no, just a gutter of cleavage. The image was not lost on my still-male parts as my penis expands in attention. It's a unique feeling where you can feel your chest rub against the other side of your chest. I wonder how good it would feel to have a cock in there? I again close my eyes and lean forward sticking my ass out as if presenting it to a mate. Oh shit! Where did that thought come from? No! I'm not gay. Stop putting those thoughts into my head. I spy the shower steaming up and quickly jump in to get my mind off of the subject, but sex seems to be the only thing on it lately. Even the water jets are exciting me. Maybe if I quickly get off then I'll be able to function in the shower, so I reach down and begin caressing my manhood. I quickly pump myself into a hardened pole then use the other arm to stimulate my bouncing nipples. Oh, yea that's the spot. Just like this. After a couple of moments I explode shooting my cum onto the shower wall in front. Finally, I can focus. But I can't. My parts are still clawing for my attention. My nipples are still tingling and my dick never softened. I'm still horny. There's no stopping my libido. It just grows stronger and stronger. The rest of the shower was torture trying not to stop and masturbate again, but I eventually succeed. I must have something to stop this drive. It'll drive me crazy if I don't get any relief. The candy box! It takes me to a new person each time I eat one. Maybe I'll get one that'll soften my desires. If anything, it'll give me a reprieve, so I quickly eat it without even reading the note. "Oh god, Helen. You're so hot!" I whisper into my lover as we intertwine on her bed. Her large, bulbous breasts hugging me in their weight. "So, you've changed your mind," she hoarsely grunts into my ear as she slides her hand up and down my rigid dick. "I knew you couldn't resist having large, heavy, man-pleasing tits like mine." My mouth covers hers in an effort to taste as much of her as possible. It also shuts her up. I know that I'll end up with her husband's cum on my breasts, but I didn't want her to taunt me about it. No. I know I have to do this, but at least let me do it in silence. Her hands are turning my body into melted butter. She knows exactly where to stroke and caress. "Just lay back and accept our pleasure, lovely." I lay back shaking with desire grabbing and kneeding any ounce of flesh that my hands to find. Her sensuous hands pull and stroke my manhood while occasionally sliding down to my tensed-up balls. My legs spread open give her access to not only my manhood but also my sensitive areas below. The kaleidoscope of sexual knowledge returns to my closed eyes as I fantasize the various scenes finally stopping on me orally pleasuring a man. I gasp at the intensity of the fantasy and open my eyes to see her John's erect cock standing proudly in front of my face. Without hesitation, I lean over grabbing it with my hand and shove it into my mouth as if it was my lifeline. His hardness surprises me as I've never really thought about any other cock than my own. Impatiently, I bring my mouth down as far as my mouth will allow and bring it back closing my lips as tightly as I can while sucking in. I'm possessed. I need sex in any form possible. I need stimulation. I need to fuck. I need to be fucked. Gimme! Gimme that cum, John. I need more pleasure. Above me my lover is starting to grunt and breathe hard. Lost in my sexual haze, I forgot about his special trick. I just wanted the sex, but now I have a purpose. His cum has the ability to make my boobs bigger like his wife. That's what I want. I could finally have big boobies like my sister. Yes! That's what I want. I want big tits like my sister. C'mon, John. Give me what I need. Helen has now moved on top of me with my throbbing cock in her, and her husband is in my mouth. I'm completely surrounded by sex, and I love it. "Don't forget to cum on his tits, sweetie," Helen reminds her husband. With a whine, he rips his manhood out of my mouth and aims at my chest. Loud grunts followed by warm ribbons of cream-colored semen blast across my breasts. Each ribbon falls creating a pool of warmth beneath it. As the pools of warmth combine the heat begins to radiate throughout my chest. Helen spreads the cum over my breasts as if it were a lotion giggling as she expects me to join her in the big booby club. The warmth grows and her hands seem to push more and more mass around as she massages my chest. "It's working!" she exclaims, "See?" I glance down to see her push up two larger mounds of flesh creating a growing valley of cleavage. Tee hee! I got big boobs! "Oh, you're not done yet, are you?" Helen teases. She's right. I want more. I want them bigger. I want them to stand out. I want them to command every eye in the room. My hands hungrily grab John's stiff, dripping member and pull it back to my awaiting mouth. "I'm not done, yet. I want more." Jelly filling explodes in my mouth as I regain my bearings. I can instantly feel the difference now in my chest. They're so heavy. Intrigued, I walk over to the mirror to examine my new boobies. Wow, they're big...and soft. It's like two jiggly water balloons high on my chest. They playfully bounce up and down causing more shocks to my libido. They're so beautiful. They're so perky. Yes. They're perfect. Play dress up I joyfully run back to the box. It finally gave me my boobs. Oh, I wonder what's next. What else will it give me? Oh, fuck, it gave a hella libido before. Do I really want to take the next step? Yes! Yes, give me that candy. I can't stay like this. I need to be complete. There, inside, the candy was almost non-existent. It was just a small bite sitting on a note saying "curves". Unlike the last times, I know what this one will do. I won't be recognizable as myself after this one. I'll be a new person. Is this something that I want to do? Yes. These baths are always so steamy and comforting. Salts, minerals, and a tang of chlorine waft through the thick, wet air. Americans are always so sensitive about nudity, so they usually don't come in. This makes it a nice get-away from my co-workers. I can usually stay here for hours just drifting in the aether allowing my mind to fly and my body to retire. It's a perfect mini vacay from the workweek. However, my large bust usually draws a lot of attention. Especially in the men's bath. Tonight is no exception. "Sumimasen, would you like to partake in our new seaweed wraps?" a strongly-accented voice carefully offers arousing me from my rest. I look up at a smiling face in the hotel-sanctioned worker garb. "Please, come try our new seaweed wraps," he pushes. Normally, I would just shoo the workers away, but the litany of unamused stares from the locals across the steaming water seem to tell me that my stay is ready to end. "Come! You try new wrap for free. It will make skin beautiful and you lose weight." Hell, who would pass up a free service like that? "Hai, arrigato," I stutter in a poor attempt at the local tongue. After donning my hotel robe and slippers, we leave for the massage rooms next door to the baths. Inside, the lights have been dimmed and the smell of lotion hangs in the air. In the corner stands a beautiful example of Japanese femininity ready to service her new client. "Prease, take off robe and lay on table," she says trying to make me feel comfortable by using English. Little does she know it just makes the situation more stressful because now I'm hearing my language being butchered as much as I kill theirs when I try to speak to them. After all of this time I still haven't learned the language, so silent gestures go further than any attempt at speech. She helps me out of my robe and I lay nude and face down onto the table adjusting my position to allow my large breasts to spread out under my chest. I can hear the rattling and clinking of bowls and utensils being moved into position around me. She's working alone. Without warning, warm pasty oil is spread onto the back of my leg. It's very soothing if not a little pungent. Another brush of oil joins the first, then another. Silently, the lady continues to spread the oil all over the backside of my body. It's quite a bit thicker than the usual oils massage therapists use. It's more like a paste. I can feel the minute weight differences where it isn't spread out as much. Once the surface of my back is covered she applies strips of some green leaf. As she does it feels like it's sticking so it's causing my skin underneath to stretch. Piece by piece the leaves cover the oil until she tries to tell me to turn over. Unfortunately, I was half asleep so I couldn't hear her. She asks again, but this time mutters something under her breath. Funny, I actually understood her insult. Maybe I'm picking up more than I thought. I roll over and she continues the front. With each pull of a new leaf my skin feels like it's stretching. Now that both sides are connecting, however, she's using the leaves to a create very tight harness, no corset. Yes, she's making the leaves into a very tight corset around my belly and hips. Strangely, she leaves my wobbling breasts alone allowing them to rest on top of the seaweed. She slowly works her way down each leg wrapping them so tightly I could feel my own heartbeat in them. I begin to wonder if this is even healthy, but there's so many things I don't understand about the culture that I just go with it. My body is slowly being encased in a tight wrapping from my chest to my toes. Each limb is singularly wrapped very tightly. Next, she begins upward towards my head. As she reaches my hair, she saturates it with the oil and wraps it in a bun-type wrapping. Lastly, she reaches my face where she again applies the oil. Her expert hands massage the oil into every muscle and crevice spending quite a bit of time around my eyes. She seems to like using her thumbs to rub the length of each eye from my nose to the outside stopping at each ear. Then, the fingers push hard into the sides of my nose making wonder if she's trying to break it. After a moment, the motions become more smooth reducing the pressure and almost becoming erotic. My masseuse again continues applying the leaves. However, this time she doesn't use the seaweed wrappings wholly. She begins to tear them into small strips and use them to encase my face. The oil quietly warms and soothes my muscles in a way that they almost feel like they are liquefying. I can't move any part of my body on account of the seaweed. It has seemed to have dried into a cast and is insulating the heat back into me. This heat is both relaxing and unnerving. My entire body has gone numb and I'm sweating more than I ever had. Then, the seaweed case strangely feels like it's growing out. I must be losing weight from the sweat because I can feel the hardened seaweed stick to my skin as it pulls away. The mask on my face is also pulling out clearing some of my sinuses and leaving the skin feeling stretched taut. Shortly, my entire body has disconnected from the growing enclosure.. The girl must have left because she's back with another person. My eyes are closed, but I can still feel her presence. "Is it time?" one asks the other. "We are going to pull the seaweed off of you and sit your body into a seated position. Please keep your eyes closed and stay relaxed." I have no intention of doing anything else. My body is completely disconnected from my mind anyway. Is this the same person? I can understand her completely now. A large arm wraps under my shoulders and pushes upward forcing me into a sitting position. Loud cracks and pops lead me to believe that they need to fold and break the wraps to change my position. My breasts wobble back and forth from the effort, but come into contact with a hardened surface near my nipples. Has the leaf cocoon grown that far? "Here, drink this tea. It's good for your therapy." A warm cup of tea is pressed into my encased lips and lifted up allowing me to take a couple of sips from it revealing a honey and ginger flavor. A lot of it misses my mouth and runs down into my cleavage. It leaves a warm trail down my throat and into my belly. Like a good whiskey, I can feel it flow down every inch of my tract. "Come on. We need to soak the leaves so we can remove them. Just hold onto my hand, and I'll guide you." Her arms lift me up so that my legs dangle over the side of the massage table. Gently, she pulls me forward as I drop down onto the floor. Funny, they must have raised the table because I had quite a fall before landing. My masseuse continues to encourage my movement as I try to take a step. Her voice is coming from above me. Moving my limbs while still covered in the shell is quite difficult. My feet cannot feel the floor and they move a little before making contact with the hardened shell. It's like walking in large wooden boots. Slowly, we arduously limp into a warm, humid room reeking of salts and chlorine. She must have led me back into a bath. From inside the casing, I can make out female conversations around me. Did she bring me into the women's bath? "Alright, step down. There, just like that. Good girl. Now it take take a few minutes for the water to completely soak through the wrappings. Please be patient," she encourages as I'm guided into what I assume is water. At least that's what my ears and nose tells me, but it isn't until I lay down does the water rush into the cast through the opening surrounding my breasts. Mmm, it's so warm and relaxing. Feminine giggles erupt from across the bath. "So, you're brave enough to have the seaweed treatment?" one of the voices asks. I wasn't sure who she was talking to, so I just kept to myself and reveled in the warm, relaxing soak. "Hey, you with the big tits!" another voice shouts out. My eyes jump open and I look their way. It was kind of hard due to the hardened wrappings about an inch away from my eyes, but I wanted to know who was rudely yelling at me. "They must have had a big job with the look of your wrappings. Ai ya! They're so much bigger than you." "Should we help her out, girls?" another voice offered in a very catty way. For my part, I'm still just trying not to offend anyone and enjoy the blissful warmth of the bath. A sudden rush of water and loud incoming giggles tell me that it was going to be short-lived. "Here, pull this over...like this." "Grab that side..." "Oh, my! She's so small under there!" The water must have softened the seaweed because I can begin to feel the splashing and jostling of the water on my skin. The girls are tugging and ripping away at my cocoon joyfully as if I was a gift. "Jitto tatte imasu!" one of the girls barked. "Get her out of the bath before the leaves start separating. Let's take her to the shower area." Their arms roughly jerk me up onto my feet and out of the water. The seaweed, heavy with water, weighs me down considerably as I try to keep up with them as they scamper over to the showers where they continue their onslaught of my casing. Every so often a stray hand would glide along one of my floating breasts or casually slip between my legs eliciting a groan. In no time, I can see strips of soggy, green leaves folded over themselves at our feet. Even though my torso's wrappings were soaked my facial ones were still hardened. The wrappings around my face are still being stubborn making me feel like I'm wearing a European knight's or American football helmet. I giggle myself at the thought of me being nude except for one of those big, heavy helmets. My giggle didn't sound any different than theirs. "Here, sister. Let's get that mask off of you." I'm led to a shower where one of them douses my head in warm water while the others begin to peel. After some time, the layers near the back of my head release sending a flop of wet, matted hair onto my back shoulders. The three of them cheered as they continued to break open my mask. "She's so beautiful!" "Wow, I thought you were American with boobs like that." With the mask off, I can look around at my new friends. They're all just a little taller than me and obviously local. How can I understand them, then? I don't speak Japanese. "Girls! She hasn't seen herself yet! Get her to the mirror!" Like a gaggle of birds we scamper over to a wall-length mirror over the shower area and admire our nude selves. I continue to look around. There's four local girls in the mirror, but I only see three others around me. As the candy pops on my tongue, the room begins to sway. My arms reach out to the chairs for support, but I miss. They're so much taller than I was expecting. In fact, the whole room looks quite a bit larger than before. It's almost as if I've gotten smaller. Oh, shit! I've gotten smaller! I make a mad dash to the bathroom as fast as my new feet will take me. There, looking back at me in the mirror, is a beautiful girl looking back at me. Her almost almond eyes and darkened skin hint of an ancestry from Eastern Asia, but large, firm breasts from someone from the West. Long, straight black hair almost reaches the tops of her large breasts with wide, brown areola. Thick, svelte legs topped with wide, female hips give the girl very sexy gait. "That's me," I say to no one in a high, feminine voice. I'm beautiful. There's almost nothing left of the old me. The candy box has almost finished its job. Is there anything left of me? My entire body has been feminized into a very attractive girl. Would anyone recognize me? I didn't even recognize myself at first. How am I going to live being another person? As I ponder my existence, my right hand reaches up and tweaks my left breast caressing the right with the arm in a cradle. It sparks a warm, welcome feeling throughout reminding me how horny I still am. Inside my mind, I try to picture myself in a male role during sex, but it doesn't lead to anything. I can't connect the beautiful girl in the mirror with any image of me actively fucking a girl. No. Each one of my thoughts fades into a female role welcoming a man to have my body. In exasperation, I lean forward and look up at my reflection. In the mirror, I'm a horny girl bending over allowing the viewer unfettered access to my bouncing, hanging breasts. Their weight beings my chest lower and raises my hips forcing me to widen my stance. This is how I want it. This is how I want to be taken. This is how I should be. Hiding between my massive tits my smaller manhood hangs, too, begging for attention and for validation. He knows that his time is almost up, and surprisingly, he's okay with it. He knows that he's just keeping the inevitable at bay. Determined to see this to the end, I lift up onto my unsure legs and march over to the box. Inside, a single flower-shaped candy sits. Its white petals surround a bright red center. I understand the symbolism. At this point, I just want to finish. I reach down with shaky hands and place the flower into my mouth. "I can't fit unless you lose those balls," my admirer states. He's sitting by my side with his hands between my outstretched legs. "You need to give me those balls if we are to do this." I'm lying on a stranger's couch with some boy sitting above me begging me to have sex with him. I'm not sure that I really want to. I mean, I really wanted to wait until I got married. Yes, my girlfriends dared me to place two large, metallic ben wa balls inside my vagina for the evening. They thought it would be a fun gag. However, walking around in a constant state of arousal has weakened my resolve to wait for marriage. I really want to do this, but I really don't. "I know that you have those balls inside of you, so you'll need to give them to me if you want to have sex with me tonight, babe." His hand slides down to the junction between my legs and pushes my panties over exposing a very wet and puffy pussy. "See. She wants it, too." Yes, that's right, but I don't really want to lose my two toys and handling them would be messy. I'm still not sure. There's so many things that could happen if we do this. I could get pregnant. I could get a disease. Everyone will know. They'll think that I'm a slut for the rest of my life. Really, as often as I take off my clothes in public that part is already set in stone. His finger slides up and down my lips causing them to tremble. My legs involuntarily spread a little wider. My mind is swirling in hormones and emotions. Goodness, I hardly know that guy and I'm letting him pet me out here in the open. "How about I let you between my titties?" I inquire in an effort to give me time to collect myself. I reach up with my shaking hands and pull down the zipper revealing a set of breasts that any boy would want to play with. Maybe he'll let me give him a blow job and then I'll be able to save myself. "Oh, I'll definitely play with those. But first, you need to do something," he conditions as a finger pushes its way in knuckle-deep drawing a gasp. His finger tip must have hit one of the balls because I can feel them move a little. Oh why did I agree to put those things in there?!? His finger begins to move back and forth, in and out, of me making my hips flex and bend to meet him. "That's a good girl," his voice is thick with lust. I'm mewling and whining beneath him unable to really think straight. "Now just push those little balls out and we can begin." I'm panting now. My body is so hot and high strung. It won't take long before his ministrations pull more than a couple of balls out of me. He's right. All I have to do is give him those balls, and we can begin. I'll be a complete woman. I'll no longer be a simple virgin. All of those reasons to stop have long gone replaced by my body's desperate desire to begin our fucking. One of his fingers must have found a ball. An intense pressure is pressing into the front of my vagina. A devious smile spread across his mischievous face. He knows that he has me. He knows that I'm going to be his. The thing is...I really want to be his, too. His left hand moves over on top of my belly button then slides down to the front of my lower belly. He's pressing in! I've been found out. My breath quickens and I give in to my lust. Inside, I bear down on his finger and lean forward. He takes the cue and pulls out leaving his hand cupped beneath to catch my metal balls. I want to do this so badly, but I really don't. I look up at him through a few strands of hair that has covered my sweat-covered face. He presses down again instigating me to bear down again. Fuck! These balls are hard to get rid of. Now, determined, I lean forward and bear down like a mother does during birth. The pressure slides down and I can feel the weight travel down my slickened tunnel until it reaches the opening. Suddenly, with a second wind, I clench up holding it inside with all of my might. No, I don't want to do this. I don't want to give him these things. Sensing my hesitation, he leans forward and whispers into my ear," I can't wait to make you my girl." Like a dam breaking, my pussy relaxes and I relent pushing both balls out and into his juice-covered hand. Oh, my god! The empty apartment slowly replaces our lovemaking. I knew it was coming. I knew what it would do to me. My female body stands motionless as time slips by. Memories of always being a girl scramble within my previous, male, memories. Still I stand in a daze. I did it. I finished the box. I gave in to my body's desires and curiosities, and now I'm forever changed. My eyes glance over to the red light emanating from the Buddha statue held in my family's red, wooden display case with a stuffed cartoon, white kitten on top. Mom and dad were adamant that I have one here. My memories of them are split into two, overlapping reels of images. I then catch an image of a busty, nude woman in a mirror staring emptily into space. Her almond eyes and darkened skin between her legs remind me of my new previous life with immigrant parents. Loud, boisterous yelling from the hallway shakes me from my reverie. With a mix of both inquisitiveness and frustration I approach the door and open it slightly to allow my head to pop out. As I do, I notice that the box has another piece of candy in it on the table. Forgetting the party outside, I hop over to the table and examine the piece. A little tag with the phrase "welcome aboard" is tied to the wrapper. Was it not finished with me? I'm now a petite girl. What more could it want? With my eyes returning to the noises in the hallway my hand places the candy into my mouth. My attention isn't really on the candy anymore. What's done is done. I'm now scoping out that hunk of a boy carrying on in the hallway like a fool. He's much more interesting. Fin