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Melissa grabbed both my hands in hers. "Michael, you need to try and
stay calm and think this through," she said. "I need you to be honest,
how bad is the sex drive? how horny do you get?"
"Its awful, Melissa," I replied, feeling the tears starting again. "If
you think of the horniest you've ever been, well, my everyday horniness
is probably worse than that. I need sex at least five or six days a
week just to be able to function. If she increases my sex drive, poor
Allen won't be able to keep up, and I don't really want to have sex any
more than I already am. I already have to carry spare panties incase I
soak the ones I'm wearing because of this," I said reaching into my
handbag to show her the evidence.
Melissa looked shocked. "I'll have to just end up with bigger boobs," I
said shaking my head. "I don't really want them any bigger but its the
lesser of two evils," I said, as I looked down to be greeted by the
sight of my enormous cleavage.
I slipped the shoulder of my dress down to show Melissa the marks my
bra straps made as they dug into my shoulder. "Look at this, look how
much these straps cut in, they weigh a ton, but I'd still rather they
were bigger and heavier than have to have more sex."
Melissa nodded her head in agreement. "Oh Michael. I cant believe
you're being so brave about this, I just wish I could do more to help,"
she said. "You're helping me so much just by being here and believing
in me" I replied as Melissa hugged me close. I looked up to see Mrs
Harris in my body striding back across the picnic area. "Well ladies,
have you come to a decision?" Mrs Harris asked, sitting back down on
the picnic table.
"Yes," I said softly. "Please, can you make my breasts bigger?"
"Of course I can Janice, stand up and come over to me," Mrs Harris
said. I stood up and wiggled across to where she was standing and
looked up at her. She reached and grabbed my breasts from underneath,
and lifted them before letting them go, and burst out laughing.
"I don't miss carrying those things around every day," she said.
I stood there, feeling utterly humiliated and defeated. Then she
grabbed my hands, and held them and said, "Over the next month, your
boobs will increase by a full cup size."
I felt a electric shock pulse through my body and knew the spell had
been cast. She let my hands go and sat at the picnic table next to
Melissa.
"Sit opposite us," she said to me, and I did what I was told wondering
what she was up to.
"Your makeup is a mess Janice, probably with all your crying. Clean
your makeup off and re do it, but do it nice and sexy for Allen later,"
she said with a big grin.
I looked at her in silence as she reached across the table and thrust
my handbag at me. I took it off her, feeling intense shame and
humiliation as I took out my makeup bag and face wipes, and opening up
my compact to look at my face, which was streaked with black from my
mascara and eyeliner. Without saying a word I started wiping it off my
face. I was supposed to be a 17 year old boy, and now I was sitting at
a picnic table in a summer dress, putting on makeup while two people
watched. I hated wearing makeup, and now with people watching,
especially Melissa, who I was desperate to show that i was still a
male, still masculine, this was going to be excruciatingly
embarrassing.
"Come on Janice, hurry up, we want you to show us your makeup skills!"
Melissa glared furiously as Mrs Harris. "Leave him alone you bitch,
you've done enough damage, let him go home," she shouted.
Mrs Harris turned to Melissa and said, "Listen you interfering little
shit, Ive had enough of you today. So I'm going to spell it out to you.
If you keep sticking your nose in where it's not wanted, there will be
consequences. But not for you, oh no. For your big titted boyfriend. So
behave yourself, because if you don't I'll make things even worse for
him. And, from now on, you are only ever to refer to him as Janice. If
I hear you even once call him Michael, I'll punish him, and remember,
just because I'm not there in person doesn't mean I might not be
watching and listening," she said with a big grin.
Melissa went to say something but I interjected. "Please Melissa, just
do what she says, for me?" I opened my makeup bag started the laborious
task of applying a full face of make up. I'd only ever done this in the
privacy of my bedroom, and never before with anyone watching. My new
nails square cut nails were taking a little getting used to as I
fumbled around the bag looking for my primer and foundation. My mind
was racing as I started to apply it. A few hours ago I had raised my
hopes that I would soon be back in my old body. I had almost convinced
myself it would happen, and I had let my guard down. I had started
thinking from a male point of view again, and now all those hopes had
been dashed.
I was more acutely aware of the weight on my chest, the pull of my bra
straps o my shoulders, my toes squeezed into my stilettos and the un
natural angle they held my feet. A cool wind was also starting to blow
now, and whilst both Mrs Harris and Melissa wore jeans and jackets, I
was wearing a light summer dress with bare legs. The sudden coolness
has caused my nipples to harden, and I knew they would be sticking
profanely through the light material of my dress. I continued with my
makeup, taking extra care not to mess things up as I didn't want Mrs
Harris to make me do it again.
Using both the eyeliner pencil and my lip liner was difficult with my
new nails, but I was never so relieved to be brushing on my lipstick as
I was that evening, and as I blotted them on a tissue and added a
second coat, I was finally done with the humiliating task.
"Isn't she a natural," said Mrs Harris to Melissa in a patronising
tone, before she turned her attention back to me. "Now Janice, I know
you've been trying your best at being a good woman and wife because you
thought there was a chance we would swap back. But now you know that
you will be Janice forever, I don't want you slacking. In fact, I want
you to be even more feminine than ever. Theres been a few times I've
seen you out in the garden in jeans or pants, or flat shoes, or those
hideous pink sneakers you have, and not wearing makeup. Now I know this
might be because Allen is away or whatever, but I really don't want to
see you dressing in anything even remotely masculine again. I also want
you to wear full makeup every day. If i see you slacking, I will punish
you. And for a little extra fun Janice, I'd like to see you dress a lot
younger than your age. I've always dreaded getting old, so I'd like you
to have a little mid life fashion crisis. I'm sure few your little
girlfriend here will be only too happy to take you shopping. Oh, and
one more thing, your boobs will grow slowly over the next few weeks,
and they might become a little tender and sensitive. so good luck with
that," she said with a cruel grin on her face.
I remained sitting at the picnic table trying to take all this in. The
wind was whipping my long hair around my face and i could feel it
sticking to my lipstick. I had nothing in my bag to tie it up with
either so this was something else I had to endure. Mrs Harris finally
got up. "Im going now, I'll see you both later," she said. "Come over
and give me a hug before I go, Janice," she said. With little choice I
got up and minced across to where my old body was standing. It was
amazing how much shorter I was, even in these heels, as my old body
towered over my new one, making me feel even more useless. Mrs Harris
reached down and hugged me close, then tweaked my nipple as it poked
through the dress sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body as my
mind felt nothing but shame.
"Bye bye ladies," she said before jogging off towards my old car in the
car park. Melissa jumped up and hugged me, this time the hug made me
feel a little better. "It's going to be ok, we will figure something
out, we just need to get our heads together and have a think," she
said.
But I knew deep down she was only trying to make me feel better.
Melissas phone then beeped and when she looked at the message her face
darkened with anger again. "That fucking bitch," she said. "She's just
sent me the video of you in the hotel with a message saying that we do
what she says or she sends it to Allen. Come on, lets get out of here."
We walked back across the field to where we parked the car, I had my
shoes in my hand again, but the quicker pace was causing my chest to
bounce uncontrollably. The thought of my boobs getting even bigger was
already starting to fill me with dread.
Melissa drove me home, we didn't say much, other than me pleading with
her just to do what Mrs Harris said until we could think of a better
idea. When I got home I started to get Allens dinner ready, and fixed
my hair which had been blown all out of shape at the park. I don't know
which thought filled me with the most dread, having to life my life as
Allens wife, or Allen finding out about my one night stand with Allen
and throwing my ass out on the street. It made me realise how reliant
on him I was. If I needed money for clothes or shoes or makeup, or to
go the salon, I used our joint account or our joint credit cards. But I
contributed nothing to our budget. My stress levels were also through
the roof, so I grabbed my handbag and went into the back garden for a
hated cigarette. I took the new pack of 20 from my bag, and using my
long nail, sliced through the packaging, before popping one into my
mouth and lighting it, immediately feeling better as he foul tasting
smoke filled my lungs. I paced up and down the path while I smoked, my
high heels click clacking on the path and drawing attention from next
doors garden as my mom popped her head over the fence to say hello. We
exchanged hello's, but I was still upset by what happened earlier and
didn't want to to talk with er in case I got upset again. Holding the
awful cigarette between the long nailed nailed fingers, I noticed my
lipstick mark on it where i held it in my mouth, and realised I'd need
to touch it up before Allen got home. Crushing the stub under the front
of my high heel, i minced back inside, where I finished up making the
dinner and found myself re checking all my makeup. Even despite the
stress I was feeling, my new female body was once again betraying my
male mind, and my pussy was throbbing, warm and wet.
When Allen arrived home I met him in the hall with a long kiss, leaving
a lipstick smudge on his mouth. He kissed me back, and then kissed my
neck, almost making my knees buckle, as for some reason when he kissed
my neck it drove me mad with lust, and he knew it. He then cupped my
breasts through my dress and I pulled my body into his, loving how he
made me feel physically yet hating how I felt mentally. I took his hand
and let him to the kitchen where we ate the dinner I prepared and made
small talk about our days, I talked about my time at the salon, but
left out the meeting with his real wife, while he told me about his
work day. As I started doing the washing up, he came up behind me and
started feeling me up again. I couldn't take it any more, and turned to
face him, standing on the very tips of the toes of my high heels to
kiss his mouth.
He hitched my dress up over my head and tossed it aside, before
removing my bra and letting my boobs flop out. I wriggled out of my
panties and now stood naked but for my blue stilettos while he
unbuckled his belt. He dropping his trousers, and lifted me onto the
washing machine in the corner of the utility room, and I wrapped my
legs around him as he entered me, the cold leather of my heels on his
back as he pounded into me, every thrust causing my breasts to jump up
and down on my chest until he rested his hands on them and massaged my
erect nipples, which let to me to letting out a high pitched ultra
feminine squeal of pleasure as my new nails dug into his big broad
manly shoulders, and his salty load emptied into me as I screamed in
pleasure as my orgasm hit, causing my whole body to tingle. As he
withdrew from me he helped me down off the washing machine, my legs
almost betrayed me and I had to hold on to Allens arm to stop me
collapsing in a heap on the floor. Wobbling unsteadily on my heels, I
took Allens hand and let him upstairs to bed. As good as that was, I
needed more.
Over the next few days I settled back into my normal routine. I found
myself getting paranoid about my breasts growing, and spent ages every
morning standing in front of my bedroom mirror examining them to see if
they were getting bigger or felt heavier. I had also started wearing
more makeup. It was not something I wanted to do as I hated putting it
on and checking it throughout the day, but I really didn't want to risk
the wrath of Mrs Harris.
I dressed pretty much as I had been doing, the only change I made was
that before our meeting I would often wear jeans or pants with flat
shoes or sneakers when doing the housework when Allen was at work. I
had bizarrely thought of wearing flats or sneakers as a bit of a treat,
giving my feet a break from the uncomfortable high heels, but now I did
not dare risk it, and had starting wearing skirts and dresses along
with high heels. It felt pointless and ridiculous as often I wouldn't
see anyone throughout the day, but nevertheless I wore them anyway,
mincing around the empty house with the sound of stilettos following me
everywhere I went.
Melissa was busy with school, but she messaged me frequently and we
chatted on the phone most days. It was on Tuesday of the next week I
noticed the first change with my breasts. Allen and I had just finished
dinner and were on the couch watching tv together. As we often did, we
were curled up closely. Allen had already unhooked my bra as quite
often he liked to fondle my tits as we watched tv, I would lie with my
head on his lap while he absentmindedly felt me up, so although my bra
was still on, it wasn't hooked up, so he had easy access to my breasts.
I didn't get a lot of pleasure when Allen played with my breasts unless
he touched or toyed with my nipples, which were super sensitive and he
would often make me gasp in pleasure if he touched them in a certain
way, and it was humiliating to lie there getting touched up. It seemed
that my breasts were there for my discomfort and Allens entertainment.
But on this evening, it was different. My breasts felt tender and sore,
and a lot heavier than normal. The sensitivity of my nipples was so
intense I could barely stand to be touched, and I squirmed every time
Allens rough hands came in contact with them. Allen took my squirming
as arousal, which it certainly wasn't, and a few times I had to push
his hand away, but it did no good and he just came back for more again
and again.
Over the next few days the feelings in my breasts became more intense,
my already large nipples were puffy, swollen and almost always erect,
which caused acute embarrassment as they clearly visible through most
of my clothes. My bra cups were now practically spilling over, and as I
was getting ready for my day at work the following week, I really
struggled to get my blouse to button over my chest. I was so afraid of
popping out of my clothes, that on my lunch break I went to a clothing
store and bought a new white blouse a size bigger in order to
accommodate my burgeoning bust. I had told Melissa about the latest
developments and she told me she would come shopping with me to get
some new clothes. I was both extremely grateful but highly embarrassed
by this. I loved spending time with Melissa, but going bra shopping
with her, and the bras being for me was so humiliating.
The day we went shopping I met Melissa in the city centre. I was
wearing a short black pencil skirt that fell to about 3 inches above my
knees. It was shorter than I would have normally been prepared to wear,
but I was so paranoid about Mrs Harris' warning to dress like a younger
woman that I found my skirts and dress choices becoming a little more
tarty. I also wore a red savannah top, and on my feet a pair of rounded
toe black four inch stilettos. Melissa on the other hand wore a pair of
jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I was so envious. I also found
to my acute shame that the stores Melissa took me to didn't stock bras
in my cup size, so we ended up back at the store where I went with
Molly and I had been measured before.
Melissa helped me pick out a number of bras in various colours and
styles, all in a 36G size. I wanted to go into the changing rooms in
private to try them on, I really didn't want Melissa to see me topless,
but she insisted in making sure I got ones that fitted properly because
it was important. I don't think I have the words to describe my shame
as I got undressed in front of Melissa. My old flat muscular chest now
a distant memory, as I unhooked my now too small bra, to reveal my tits
to the love of my life. They were now so big they took up all my torso,
and their tremendous weight pulled me forward. Since they had started
increasing in size they had actually become a little more pert, which I
found bizarre. Melissa gasped when she saw them. "Oh my God Michael,
how do you live with them?" she said sympathetically. "Melissa, call me
Janice!" I hissed at her. "You need to stop calling me Michael, and
what choice do I have but to live with them?" I said, as my hands held
them, trying to take some of the weight off my chest. About an hour
later we left the store, armed with bags full of bras in various
colours and styles. Melissa also picked out some outfits for me that at
least tried to minimise how large my boobs looked. I had even decided
to wear one of the bras and tops home after Melisa had told me how much
they suited me.
When Melissa dropped me off home, i got out of the car and thanked her
for her help. I was half way up the pat when I heard her shout out the
car window "Michael, you forgot your bag!" holding out my handbag. I
cringed as she used my male name again, and as I turned around my worst
fears were realised as I saw Mrs Harris standing at the bottom of my
old front yard.
"Did someone call me?" Mrs Harris asked with a sly grin on her face.
"Why don't you get out of the car Melissa" she continued. Melissa
looked shocked, but did as she was told. Mrs Harris vaulted over the
fence into my yard, something I once did without thinking, and now
would never be able to do.
"Thats a very conservative top Janice," Mrs Harris said, "but I never
gave you bigger tits to hide them away, I want you to show those girls
off, do you understand?" I nodded to show I understood. "Now Melissa,
what were you told about not using Janice's proper name? You were told
there would be consequences, weren't you?"
Melissa nodded and was about to speak, but Mrs Harris waved her hand
and told her not to bother making excuses. "Just like last time, I will
give you a choice. Ive already told Janice I want her to show off those
funbags of hers, so the choice is this. And this time, as a special
treat Melissa gets to pick all on her own. Won't that be exciting
Janice?" she said looking at me.
"So Melissa, here are the choices. At the salon that Janice goes to,
they've now started doing some minor cosmetic surgery. Janice is going
there tomorrow for her weekly hair and nail appointment, but while she
is there, she can get her lips plumped. How exciting will that be
Janice? Big blow job lips! the lip fillers are temporary, and last
about six months, but Janice will have to get them as big as she can.
Its Allens birthday in a couple of weeks too, I'm sure he would
appreciate them! or option two. Janice goes to night classes to learn
to be pole dance and strip. The erotic dance classes also last about
six months. She'll probably be the oldest one there by a good few
years, but I reckon most of the other girls will be envious of her huge
tits. If you go for option two, then Janice will have to wear her
stripper heels at all times when she's outside. Only so she can get
used to them of course," she continued while laughing. I couldn't
believe my ears. Both of those options were horrendous and inside I
found myself feeling angry with Melissa, while my mind was reeling with
what Mrs Harris had just said.
"Why couldn't she just call me Janice!" I thought. My anger subsided
quickly as I looked at Melissa, who was fighting back tears. "I'm so
sorry, I'm so sorry," she kept saying. "OK Melissa, now ask me nicely,
what should I do for Janice?"
"Please Michael, I want Janice to...."
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