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Happy Thanksgiving caption time!

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Hey guys, what are the haps on this webzone these days?

Sorry about not being here, I completely fell away from using tumblr after the ban on adult material, but since it's back and I don't show explicit visual imagery in my work, I figured it'd be nice to pop back in! Here, enjoy a homage to the classic TG short "Decoy" by the great CBlack!

If you want to see more, go check out my DeviantArt page (https://www.deviantart.com/mithfics); any support there or on Ko-fi is always appreciated!

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Sharing Abundance 2 (M2BBW) on Patreon!

Hi all, I know a lot of you followed me after I posted the first Sharing Abundance story here, but with tumblr being all weird about “teh LEWDS” of late I wanted to let you know that it’s sequel is now up in two parts on my Patreon (patreon.com/MithFics) and will hopefully be up in the near future on DeviantArt.

Sidebar, I know tumblr claims they’re not really going after written erotica too much with their new rules, but I’ve been on the cautious side with all of that. In the meantime, again, DeviantArt and Patreon are the main places to find my work.

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Fullest Moon, Pt. 2/2 (stuffing, m2bbw)

I still remember waking up the next morning with a start, snapping to lucidity from a hyper-realistic dream. Had it been a dream, though? Thoughts of last night, lingering scents and flavors, it had been so difficult to figure out if I had just experienced something real or had simply allowed my mind to fly off the handle.

I won’t bore you with the details, though: suffice it to say, I soon learned that my condition was very real, and that Heather had not been at all joking around. The next full moon came and served as a near replica of what had happened that first night with Jake, just with a different delivery boy this time. What stood out to me, or I guess I should say from me, though, was how much puffier my belly looked during the next transformation, and then the one after that. While the clothes I was wearing upon changing always conformed to my shape, and while my regular body during the rest of the month stayed the same, there was no hiding after a while that the other me, the female me, was gaining weight all over.

The thought of what was going on absolutely terrified me; the sheer loss of control over my body, my actions, my desires, even my appetite, was too much to think about, so I tried to spend most of each month keeping it out of my thoughts until the week of the next full moon, when I’d scramble for a solution. One time I tried self-pleasure and then eating a huge meal before the change, hoping I’d be sated; no such luck, as the increasingly chubby blonde I became was still as hungry and horny as ever. The next month I tried to strap myself down before the change, but there was no way I could do it alone and she had soon escaped, curves even larger this time, drawing a ton of attention as she hit the nearest buffet and ate a family-sized portion of paella before ‘servicing’ one of the waitstaff.

After awhile I tried to make peace with the facts: as best I could tell, this was my life now, trying desperately to keep things normal for twenty nine days until the one night a month I’d lose control. The last time, though, I decided to be a bit more proactive, and after a bit of internet research I decided to buy a few things that might make my life a bit easier: a scale, a tape measure, a decent quality camera, and some, let’s just say, ‘feminine’ toys. I ensured that by the next moon I had a spread of food available to me and kept my new magic wand at the ready: when my other side emerged and indulged herself, I kept enough of an even keel to snap a few photos with my phone, to record some of my eating and self-pleasuring, and by the next morning had ample material to bring online to create an account at a feeder/feedee website. The experience was odd, to say the least: after just a few clips and photos my account was bombarded with messages, prospective feeders who couldn’t believe how much Kiera could eat, who were mesmerized by how turned on she was by eating, who wanted to see her on a scale and track her progress. Even odder, I’d pop onto the site now and then and respond to people as Kiera, despite still being Kevin, finding just how easy it was to go onto a website and slip into an identity that wasn’t your own...though I suppose that was only half-true, in my case.

Luckily, I soon struck gold: an attractive man calling himself Jared, with whom I struck up a really good conversation in private chat, culminating in him asking if I would like to become his feedee. I gave him only a few conditions: that we would meet at my place, that he would pay for the food, and that we’d only meet once a month at a time of my choosing! No way did I want to risk this guy showing up and seeing me as Kevin when he was expecting Kiera, it wasn’t worth the hassle.

When the time finally came, I was prepared, having even bought items like handcuffs and a funnel for the occasion; if Kiera insisted on coming out to play each month, then at least she’d be well-fed! As the moon rose and the transformation washed over me, so much easier and naturally than it had been the first time, I moaned a bit as my softer, daintier hands pressed into the rising dough of my squishy middle, as my belly pressed forward and my love handles grew ripe. This time my clothing fused together, becoming a peach-colored dress that, clinging tenaciously to my expanding hips and ass, might have doubled as lingerie, short enough to reveal thickening, jiggling thighs that softly brushed together until they forced my cock back inside of me. A floral design-covered blouse completed my ensemble, and in seconds I was welcoming the insatiable rumbling of my stomach and the comfortingly warm moisture that signaled my arousal. I luxuriated in the feeling as my breasts grew to a size that I hadn’t experienced before, two massive weights that pushed up into a voluminous cleavage that teasingly brought my front zipper down a few inches. I was beyond ready, and took a selfie that I might just have to save for later for some personal time. Slipping into Kiera had become so natural, but her urges were so strong that it was difficult to spend much time enjoying the ride. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long before the doorbell rang, and I lunged out to press the button to allow my hero in.

When the knock came I did my best to control myself, looking myself once over in the mirror and practicing my best seductive gaze. Unlocking the door and flinging it wide open, I had to stop and catch my breath...because I hadn’t been expecting a girl.

She was young, petite, with brunette hair, tan skin, glasses, and a frame that was almost what I’d call deceptively curvy, modest clothing hiding a chest and a set of hips that would be attention grabbers in the right get-up. She had a bag over her shoulder and shuffled her sneaker-clad feet, looking unsure of herself. I tried not to gape too awkwardly, and figured there had to have been a mistake.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I brought the blouse in front of my chest in a vain attempt at modesty, “do you have the right apartment?”

The girl practically covered her face, mortified. “Oh God, I’m sorry; I knew this was a stupid idea, I should have told you right away.”

I looked at the girl quizzically. “Told me what? Who are you?”

“Jared!”

I stared blankly.

“...Ok, Lara, actually. I...I’m sorry. I made Jared up.” I saw her eyes widen, and in seconds the truth was pouring out of her. “I surf gainer and feedee boards, and I’m not usually into girls, but girls who like getting big and stuff do it for me, and I thought if I could just talk to some I’d get off and be ok, but then I started role playing, then I was buying stuff, then I talked to you and I wanted to meet you SO bad, but I didn’t think asking as a girl would work, and I-”

“Lara!” I hissed sharply, but not angrily.

“S-sorry...what is it?” The poor thing looked like she wanted to slink away and disappear.

I smiled. “I don’t care what’s between your legs. I’m fucking starving. Did you bring something to eat?”

I’ll never forget the look on her face as here eyes lit up.

Looking back, things worked out well: Lara was incredibly attentive and eager to please, and such a great listener, even if most of my requests of her were just various forms of “More”, “Faster”, and “Right there!” She was a college student, with a strange enough schedule that meeting me for a late night stuff session once a month worked fine for her, and it was a joy to watch her come out of her shell when she was around me.

She had started the whole thing so innocently: the first night she simply wanted to stuff me with as many cookies as she possibly could, all kinds from up and down the supermarket aisle. If I had to be Kiera for more than one night a month I’m sure I’d have entered a diabetic coma, but the powers that had changed me left me always hungry for more. She had finished that night mixing a bag of chocolate chip cookies into a milkshake, pouring an entire blender-full down my eager gullet. I can still think back and feel the strain of my peach dress against my belly, almost willing my gut to just burst forward and tear it, but then drift away to the feeling of Lara softly rubbing me all over, letting all the sugary sweet goodness work its way through me. That first night she had to leave after only a couple of hours, giving me the impression she still wasn’t fully comfortable in her own skin yet, so getting my other appetite sated was left to my new toys; yet I still fell asleep that night knowing I had found the right pattern to accommodate my nights as Kiera.

Lara and I began texting back and forth throughout the month, with me always speaking to her as Kiera, even if I was in my office in a man’s button-down and slacks. In fact, between the texting and checking the gainer sites, I was spending more and more of my digital time as Kiera, to the point that I was spending free time thinking of what I’d do at the next full moon: what types of pictures, what types of videos that I could get Lara to record of me, anything to keep up the attention I was getting. It was scary, to be sure, but it was growing more exhilarating by the week.

Things came to a head during Lara’s next visit: this time she had two tins filled with catered food, leftovers from some party her family had thrown. One whiff of the melty, gooey baked ziti in one of them and I was all too ready to dive in. Lara insisted that I weigh myself first, with the scale she brought reading out a very healthy 288 pounds. Lara began by watching me scoop helping after helping onto my plate, keeping a camera trained on me and taking pictures now and then, whether to post online or to save for herself, I wasn’t sure, and in that moment I didn’t care, either; I barely noticed her, so wrapped up in the flavor and texture of pasta and cheese that the entire apartment building might as well have been on fire, that’s how little I paid attention to anything but getting my greedy mouth stuffed. When I moved to the other half of the tin, filled with large pieces of chicken parmesan, Lara gently but firmly grabbed my wrist, preventing me from reaching out. In my focus I nearly snapped around at her in stunned fury, but instead I squealed in surprised delight as I felt her snap handcuffs around my wrist, attaching the other side to the leg of a chair as I splayed out on the floor.

She was breathing heavily, and knelt down next to me; I could tell her nerves were already fried from just the act of cuffing me. I made an innocent face and batted my eyes at her. “What...what are you gonna do to me?” I pursed one lip out in a playful pout.

She stared intently at me, and licked her lips. With one hand she raised up a fork; with the other, she reached down with one of my sex toys.

At LAST! The next fifteen minutes, at least, were awash in the combined sounds of my chewing, my full-mouthed moaning, and the humming of my magic wand as Lara moved it up and down the front of my panties, my even more swollen gut hanging down over it and pressing it down even harder. I shook, I quaked, I felt my jelly-like ass bounce and squish on the floor while my wobbly thighs shimmied and smacked together. Lara kept up a relentless pace with feeding even as she manipulated the toy, allowing me to relish it, then denying it to me for long, excruciating seconds before indulging me once again. Caught up in the moment, I found myself wishing it would never end...that the sun would never rise.

As I was about to let loose another orgasm, however, Lara stopped everything. An eerie silence filled the room as she leaned toward me, tantalizingly close. The little nerdy looking girl who had arrived at my door a few months ago now seemed like a woman possessed, and as her breathing continued heavily in my ear, I heard her whisper something that sent an erotic shiver down my spine.

“My turn.”

The fork flew up toward Lara’s face, big bites of chicken and cheese entering her mouth, while her other hand swooped down, into her panties, her fingers working her own sex as she began to indulge as I had. At once, my brain nearly broke: I found myself cuffed to a chair, unable to move, desperate and greedy for the pleasures Lara was now enjoying...but at the same time I found myself incredibly turned on by the sight of the little shy flower bud blooming into a sexy rose.  

And it was clear that my little rose had planned for this moment: in minutes she positioned herself so she was seated in front of me, brought the tin of food down to our side, and produced from her bag what I had to assume was a big investment she had saved up to splurge on: a long, hard rod with two thick, bulbous heads at either end. She wasted no time: my sex was already wet and eager, and she was not far behind. In moments, she was shoving more food in my mouth, then her own, as we allowed the buzzing tool between our thighs to do more of the work for us.

After an unclear amount of time, Lara took the initiative and decided when it was time to end the night. This time she made two milkshakes for dessert, one for each of us, complete with lots of sweets and helpings of weight gain powder. Even in my dazed, stuffed, mind-numbed state, I still managed to gulp down everything I was offered, so powerful was my craving. I noticed this time, though, that Lara’s eyes were growing wider as each mouthful traveled downward; was my belly sticking out that much?

“Kiera, holy shit...are you getting fatter?”

I moaned, my head still fuzzy, and giggled. “Of course I am, silly, look how much you’re feeding me!”

“No, I mean...like, right now, your gut...your legs! They’re growing!”

“Mmm, it’s fine,” I must have sounded drunk; was there rum in these shakes or something? “I bet I already look fatter than last time you saw me, right?”

“Y-yeah, but I just figured you gained during the month, I-” she stopped, and I heard her swallow hard, clearly fighting a case of dry mouth. “Holy shit, Kiera, this is really happening.”

And so it was: my arms became squishier, my thighs pressed deeper together, my belly flowed outward farther onto my lap, and my hips and ass splayed all the more. Who knows how much it was: ten pounds? Twenty? Lara was completely rapt with attention, unable to tear her gaze away, especially when my chest began to heave and sag down more with added weight, my breasts laying heavily across the top of an even more swollen belly. I feared for a moment that she’d want an answer, some kind of explanation for what had just happened; instead, I watched her lean over, her own swollen belly pressing against her unbuttoned jeans, and undo the cuffs. She leaned back, looked me in the eyes, rubbed her hands over my chubby cheeks and now larger extra chin, and pulled me close into a warm, rich kiss.

Moving with such a stuffed, hardened tummy wasn’t easy, but Lara took the lead and had me lay back, allowing herself to climb my swollen form, our limbs entangling. In seconds, though, she tugged hard at my sides and pulled, coaxing me over, getting me to roll around and drop all of my weight on top of her, forcing the air from her lungs and leaving a shocked yet elated look across her face. When we found our way to my bed, I was thrilled as she allowed me to lay back, then purred with contentment and pleasure as she ran her hands all over my body, before bringing her mouth and tongue down and across my gut, its contents sloshing around in a desperate bid to digest. When I was sufficiently delirious, she hefted my belly up and brought her face down to my sex. Her technique belied her age, and my cries sang out like a song in the night.

It had pained me that night to see her go early, but I knew it was for the best: I felt nothing but bitter disappointment at the idea of the night ending soon, of reverting back to my ‘normal’ form. When I woke up the next day, once more as Kevin, I chalked up that feeling to the highs I had experienced the night before clouding my perception of things, but as the week wore on I couldn’t escape the reality that a cloud was hanging over me. I would spend all day feeling antsy, unsettled in my own skin, the feeling of my male clothes on my hairier form leaving me ill at ease.

The only times I felt right was when I slipped onto my phone or the weight gain sites and reclaimed my identity as Kiera, whether at home or sneaking time in at work; the conversations, the tone I took on, the voice I found myself typing with was quickly becoming my new normal. The next thing I knew, Lara was texting me, telling me she had quit her gym, that she was buying more weight gain powder, much of it for herself. I texted excited emojis back to her, my desire to get back into our roles overriding my ability to focus on living my daily life as Kevin. Her soon regular updates of what she was eating each day had me rock hard, and before long I was getting some self-relief by looking up more and more photos and videos of big, thick, fat women, their bountiful curves and jiggly rolls leaving me enraptured, and more than a little bit jealous. There was no denying the truth: something had gotten ahold of me and was refusing to let go, and for my part I wasn’t putting up any kind of a fight.

And so it was on the night of the next full moon that I sent Lara a text with incredibly simple instructions: “It’s open.”

I laid on my bed that night and felt my heartbeat sounding off like a big bass drum in my chest as a child-like giddiness made me laugh; my blinds were wide open, and I was splayed out, hoping that the moonbeams that night would blanket me and let me enjoy every moment of my reemergence. When they finally came, I stretched languidly and laughed, delighting in the sound of my voice getting higher and eagerly anticipating the rush of fat that would soon envelope all of me. This time, though, was something else: as my pants thinned into a light, stretchy fabric, my hips absolutely exploded outward, taking up an enormous amount of real estate on the bed. My legs shook up and down, pulsating, and soon crunching down to a shorter length even as they swelled outward, as fat from my thighs soon began to spill over calves so thick that my ankles practically vanished from view. Round, squishy arms developed folds of their own, hanging downward as I rubbed my chest, the fabric of my shirt turning pink like my pants, and soon cupping my rapidly swelling tits in a tank top that offered little support and allowed my widening nipples to poke through obscenely. As I felt my manhood shrinking, I also felt my now-smooth belly push outward just a bit, then a bit more, and more, and more, until at last I had two handfuls of nothing but pure tummy fat; laying back, I watched it rise higher, higher, obscuring even my gigantic thunder thighs, overwhelming my line of vision and weighing down so heavily on me that I could hardly imagine sleeping on my back at this size. As the changes drew near an end, I reached out to my night table and brought my new purchase up, pushing it back over my hair. A moment later I heard the bedroom door open as Lara nearly barged in before freezing, her face one of complete shock. I couldn’t help but notice the significantly more noticeable paunch that now pushed against her pants, or the way she seemed to be filling her jeans out much more than she had last month. This was getting interesting!

I settled the decorative pig ear headband in place and smiled, snacks surrounding me on the bed.

“Hi Lara,” I winked, “want me to hop on the scale, first?”

I groaned a bit when the sun rose the next morning: Lara had brought us a full Mexican banquet last night, and the light getting in my eyes had me annoyed that I couldn’t just fall right back asleep.

...Wait. Didn’t I normally wake up from nights as Kiera not feeling full?

I suddenly tensed up; was Lara still here? It hit me that we had been in bed all night, so it was possible she might have stuck around. Oh no, if she was here, she’d see me as Kevin, and-

“Oh!”

I gasped; I felt Lara’s arm come down around me, my voice coming out high and feminine, her hand pressing and sinking into thick, creamy fat.

It was morning, and I was still Kiera.

A wave of emotion suddenly ran over me as the, well, the weight of the situation sunk in. I did my best to slow my breath, keep my cool, and not freak out...but I was still a woman! A very FAT one, at that! So many questions occurred to me at once: how did this happen, was this now permanent, what would I do at work, was this what I thought I had wanted the whole past month, did I-

BZZT!

My phone buzzed on the night table, showing me a couple of texts that had just come in.

From Heather.

‘Hey girl, welcome to the other side! I hope the past few months have taught you a thing or two about getting over your hangups and learning about your appetites. I’ve been keeping tabs on you since this whole ‘werewoman’ thing started; I could help you check in on some of the boy toys you went through early on, they’ve been going through some interesting changes, themselves! You’ve probably put it together now: there’s no more going back to Kevin after this. Don’t worry, you won’t keep gaining as fast as you have been, and that hunger of yours might calm down...a little. Let’s get dinner and chat soon, can’t wait to meet and REALLY get to know that cute feeder of yours! <3 Heather.’

So. This was it.

I was Kiera now.

Forever.

And in that moment, the thought...intrigued me.

I slipped out of bed quietly; well, as quietly as a 508 pound woman can (yes, I checked the scale, thank you). I washed up, allowing myself to get fully intimate with every inch of the new me, found some makeup that had appeared in my cabinet, and went to grab a sexy little (well, maybe not THAT little) black one-piece lingerie and heels that now resided in my transformed closet. Thinking about it, I’d take Heather up on her offer for dinner; there were still lots of questions I wanted answered, plus I still thought she was hot as hell AND she would probably pay for me to eat, a total no-lose situation. Focusing on the moment, though, I got to work in the kitchen, and waited for the tell-tale sounds of Lara waking up.

Around an hour later I finally heard the soft padding of Lara’s feet; she had joined me in gorging last night, and the past month had been wonderful to her fleshier figure, but as the groggy girl rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walked out of the bedroom, I let the aroma and the sounds do the talking for me until it was time to turn around and give her the message.

“Morning, lover.” I stood in profile, allowing her to drink the entire sight of me in. I saw the lust in her eyes, but pointed down at the table: there, waiting for her, was a massive stack of buttery, syrupy chocolate chip pancakes, a full pound of bacon, and a breakfast shake packed with weight gain powder. I swung my enormous hips around, careful not to hit against the cabinets, and swung one chunky thigh in front of the other until I was nice and close.

“Now, you eat your breakfast,” I ran my hands down the length of my belly, “and then we’ll talk about a little morning dessert.”

Lara certainly had her work cut out for her going forward; lucky for her, Kiera would be there with her every step, and every calorie, along the way.

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Fullest Moon, pt. 1/2 (stuffing, m2bbw)

“Why not? Don’t tell me, it’s someone else, isn’t it?”

I felt my fingers nervously scratching at the pant legs of my jeans, trying to take all of my nervous energy and cast it out through there instead of continuing its bottling up inside of me; unfortunately, it seemed to be coming out of a limitless reservoir.

“N-no! No, of course not! It’s just...I…”

“Jesus Christ, Kevin, spit it out, please!” God, it hurt looking into those eyes and see how anger and sadness mixed to create a picture of pure frustration, and she had every right to be frustrated with me. Deep down, I knew Heather was everything I could have asked for in a woman: a bold, outgoing attitude, confidence for miles, an adorable face, a beautiful head of lush, dark hair, and, well...curves. A lot of them. No two ways about it, Heather was fat; I mean, super-fat, I guess. And the fact is her size absolutely drove me wild; it was what drew me to her that first night in the bar, how much bigger she was than everyone around us, and how she seemed thrilled to flaunt her size for all to see without a care in the world. I was normally too shy to get very far with most women, but something possessed me that night to take the initiative and strike up a conversation with her; within hours I was experiencing her enormous softness riding atop my body and making my bed frame creak with wild abandon, a ride I’d never forget and one I’d thankfully get to have again many times over since I introduced myself nearly a year ago.  

But now we sat here in her apartment, where we usually met, and the dreaded ‘s’ word had popped up: Heather wanted us to ‘get serious’. I had felt my blood run cold the moment the words left her lips, even asked her to clarify, like I didn’t know what she meant. A million possibilities and potential embarrassing moments ran through my head, and I realized I had to get out of here, and quick.

“I mean, I don’t think I can be what you deserve. Y’know, with work and everything-”

“Oh God, please don’t bullshit me.” She brought her hands up to her temples. “I know we’ve just been fuck buddies, and that’s fine, but don’t act like I don’t know your schedule. You’re perfectly happy coming home from work, perfectly normal time, and relaxing at home. I don’t think there are many things going on there that would keep you from a legitimate relationship. So that means it’s something else, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not!”

“Kevin, be honest.”

I stammered; I opened my mouth and nothing would come out.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “that’s what I thought. I’ve been in this scene before.” She gave me a hard gaze right in the eye, a look that carried bitter sarcasm. “Tell me how close I am: ‘Oh no, she’s so fat, and I guess I’m still mentally in high school because I’m too much of a chickenshit to date a fat girl and risk getting ragged on by people I probably don’t even like.’ That it?”

I tried once more to speak, but couldn’t get anything out; in my head I felt slightly dizzy, or at least numb. She had nailed it, nailed me: meeting Heather in the darkened bar that late Saturday night and slinking out back to my place hadn’t been any kind of ‘risk’, so to speak, but full-on dating? Going everywhere with her? Introducing her to my friends and family? What about just sitting out in public? Heather probably outweighed me by well over two hundred pounds, what kind of looks would we get? I could only see confused faces, disgusted expressions, probing, uncomfortable questions, the other guys in town laughing, the girls snickering derisively, and the thought of it all terrified me into absolute paralysis on the matter.

At a complete loss, I did the only thing I could manage: I stood up off the couch. I felt my shoulders drop, and I’m sure my expression dipped just as low. I had just been thinking of all kinds of ways I could let her down easy, but my silence had done the work for me, of that I was sure. With slow, shaky steps I began to make my way to the door.

“Ungh,” I heard her sigh and then let out a high-pitched squeak as she hefted her ponderous four hundred-plus pound frame off the cushions, then turned to face her. “Look, Kevin, let me-” she paused for a moment and looked away, seemingly in thought, and then reached down to grab something out of her purse; I saw a stick of lip gloss I had never seen her use before, which she began looking over. She nodded to herself then looked back at me. “I’ve got an idea. No, not getting back together: if you’re all scared shitless because some assholes would judge you for dating a fat girl, that’s your problem, not mine. My time’s too precious to wait for you to grow up and get over it.”

I glumly nodded. I knew she was right, and I knew I was denying myself a pleasure I really wanted to indulge in, but it was no use; I couldn’t get the mocking expressions out of my mind. I could tell, though, that playing the sad sack wasn’t winning any brownie points with her.  

“God, you’re acting so pathetic. Screw it: you need a kick in the ass.”

I braced myself, wondering what she meant to do, but only recoiled for a moment in surprise as she leaned in and kissed me, hard. What happened to ‘not getting back together’? I nearly pulled back to ask her, but something felt different with this kiss compared with ones we had shared before: there was something, I don’t know, I guess rougher about it, something fiercer. I wondered if there was something weird going on with the lip gloss she had taken out, but her whole demeanor felt different than usual, like her huge form was enveloping me, like a predator engulfing its prey. Heather usually liked me to take the lead in bed, even if I needed coaxing to come out of my shell sometimes, but this time her hands ran roughly through my curly brown hair, and then pulled hard at it when she broke it off, both of us breathing heavily.

As she caught herself, she gave me a soft shove away. “Alright, here’s your heads up: the next time we’re at the full moon portion of the lunar cycle, you’re going to spend a night getting...let’s just say an alternative perspective on things. You’re going to see and feel things you never imagined before, and you’re probably not going to know the first thing to do with yourself, not right away, at least. What you do with your new point of view is totally up to you, but my only warning is to be mindful of your appetites; they have a funny way of getting out of hand when we ignore or indulge them too much. Whatever you do, I hope it wakes you the hell up. Goodbye, Kevin...goodbye for now.”

I could feel my jaw go slack, not out of fear, but out of sheer confusion: so she was actually nuts? I backed away, grasping for the doorknob, and clumsily twisted it until I realized I had to get the lock unhinged first, then made my way outside and down the hallway, my steps nearly turning into a jog as I made my way downstairs and out the door. When the cool night air hit me I almost smiled: that hadn’t been fun, but the knowledge that Heather was a whacko actually gave me a sense of relief, like a burden off my shoulders: that had to have been a bullet successfully dodged!

I imagined ridiculous scenarios like she had described over in my head, wondering what she could have possibly been on about: what, was I a werewolf now? Was I going to get superpowers? I thought about the story this could end up being the next time I saw a couple of my friends at the pub; sure, I’d leave out the whole “she was an incredibly fat girl” part, but a jilted girl telling me I had some kind of full moon curse? How many guys had that kind of dating nightmare story in their back pocket?  

The potential jokes in my head made the trek home feel nice and quick, and I quickly settled in for the night, grabbing a glass of water and flicking on the TV while I got ready for bed. Once I had gotten brushed up and changed I stamped toward my messy bedroom and threw the blankets back, but paused for a moment. I had to set my cell phone’s alarm for the next morning, but a slight impulse hit me, and I opened up an app that had some advanced weather information on it. Scrolling through, sure enough, there it was: the next one hundred percent full moon would be five nights from now. Hopping into bed, I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself: well, if I was going to make a funny story out of this I guess I owed it to myself to at least wait for the first night of my ‘curse’ or whatever to kick in, to give the punchline some extra drama. Pulling up the blankets I leaned back, and was off to sleep more quickly than I was usually accustomed to; part of me still felt bad about how things had gone tonight, but it seemed my coping mechanism was paying off.

As I drifted off to sleep, though, I thought I could start seeing shapes in my mind’s eye as I began the trek toward dreamland. And I could really swear that one of those shapes was distinctly feminine. Then I could swear I could make out clear skin, bright eyes, and blonde hair on that figure. Most of all, as I fell deeper into slumber, I could absolutely swear I heard something, not loud, not a whisper, not even truly spoken in any sense of the word I could readily describe, but crystal clear nonetheless.

Sweet dreams, Kevin; I’ll be seeing you.

Soon.

* * *

The week proceeded as normal, life going through its typical ebbs and flows, mostly quiet as I kept to myself and focused on work. I still felt bad about how things had gone with Heather, but there was no real use in focusing on it now; I surfed some of the usual sites, things like dating pages for fat admirers, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe it was time to find a thinner girl and settle down. Not today, though; sitting home that night I figured I’d just make it a quiet Friday night in my apartment, nursing a beer or two with a couple of movies streaming. As I finished my first drink and went to hit play on the video, I noticed through my window that the sun had gone down.

And in the very next moment I yelped in pain and doubled over, falling out of my seat.

My stomach felt like it was about to tear in half! I cried out, physically incapable of doing anything more than clutching at my midsection and rolling my face on the rug, a vain attempt to get myself into any kind of position that might alleviate the pressure and pain. My brain, meanwhile, flashed back to my entire day, trying to cobble together if I had eaten or otherwise ingested anything that could possibly cause such a sharp and sudden stab in the gut.

Those thoughts were interrupted by a cracking sound coming from my hands. Holding one out, I felt my eyes go wide with shock: my palms were shrinking! A sound like bones crunching filled the air as I saw my hands becoming smaller and begin to thin out, their skin tone lightning a bit as my metacarpals became more visible, the added effects making my fingers appear longer. The sound took on an wet-sounding quality, like someone was moving objects through a thick sauce, but looking up my arms I could see my flesh actually crawling, swelling and then shrinking, settling into a new shape that was skinnier than I had known before.

Sweat began to bead on my forehead; I knew, logically, that I should have scrambled for my phone, tried to dial emergency, anything to get help for this situation, but when I saw the hairs on my arm recede back into my skin, I felt incapable of doing anything but watching, transfixed by the impossible process playing out inside of me. I felt and heard my shoulders pull in on themselves, losing what minor broadness I sported, as my collarbone became slightly more visible; below that, I lifted up my shirt and saw my belly moving around wildly, pulsating out and then sucking back in, the wet, sloshing noises inside implying that my organs themselves were moving around in some inexplicable way.

I rolled over once more, surprised to feel my hip touch the floor before I expected it to. I landed on my knees, face still down and behind thrust into the air, but peeked up as a glimmer came through my window: the full moon.

Oh God.

Heather’s words came back to me in vivid detail, and an intense fear unlike anything I had ever felt gripped my heart, forcing me to breathe harder, anything to avoid going lightheaded and passing out. As it came into view I stared straight at the moon, its light filling me, its soft radiance making the pulsations within me begin to stir even more. As my breaths became more ragged, I could hear them rising in pitch; as I tried to keep my face up, I could feel the tickling of lengthening hair as it brushed against my cheeks and down my neck; as I tried to lift myself, I could feel a severe cinching around my waist and running down my spine, a sickening CRACK ringing out as I felt my spinal cord press inward, followed by two just as loud POPs coming from my hips, their width flaring outward, a strange, fleshy shaking coming from my rear.

More, I felt something softer, squishier; my chest had not sunk any lower toward the floor, but nevertheless I felt a brushing, a tingling, as my nipples began to graze the rug below me, teasing against the fabric of my shirt. I groaned and braced myself, my face straining as I felt my features moving, rearranging in ways I couldn’t know without the aid of a mirror. As the crackling and gurgling settled I let out a loud, feminine cry, the pops stopping as my body settled into place, following by a steady swelling feeling in my chest as I felt two large, fleshy orbs press harder and harder against the floor, pooling out around me.

Finally, I felt one last wave of changes: the sleeves of my shirt seemed to melt away, the fabric around my neck tightening and rolling down my chest; underneath, I felt two supportive cups nestle me, taking the growths on my chest and pushing them tightly together. My pants, meanwhile, felt different: the fabric became denim, while my pant legs rode higher and higher, up toward my crotch; beneath that, I felt something soft and whispery, a dream material caressing my cock, turning my fearful cries into moans as my lower head was teased by it. Instinctively, I felt my left arm shoot back and reach out behind me, grabbing at my own ass until my fingers made their way down toward my balls; without any idea why, I began to rub small circles around my target, allowing the soft underwear I now wore to take up all of my focus. The more I rubbed, the smoother the area felt; I found myself grabbing and pushing, fingers insistently rubbing around until I thought I felt moisture seeping through. My eyes half-shut; with one final cry I felt my cock pulse and shoot out ropes of cum into my short...but nowhere near the amount I was used to. Instead, my once thick rod had shrunk down, worming its way back inside of me, until I felt my climax internalize and warm my entire body with a flood of feeling that finally caused me to tilt over and land on my side, knees drawn close and arms wrapped around myself.

I did my best to slow my breathing, to focus, to figure out what had happened. Inside, I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it. Unsteady, but getting a bit stronger by the moment, I finally rose to my feet and walked with halting steps toward my bedroom mirror, feeling alien movements and bounces in my step, my gait that of someone unsure of their center of gravity. I knew what awaited me, but having the full knowledge of the scope of my changes was a terrifying prospect. My reflection wasn’t a complete shock, but I gasped nonetheless: I was gorgeous.

It felt weird to think of it that way, but there was no use in denying it: I had long, blonde locks around a pretty face, nicely made up with just the right amount of lipstick and eyeshadow. My top was an apple red halter, and my tits pressed together in a way that made me want to shake them, to know what it really felt like to have actual breasts. A toned belly lead down to high-waisted jean shorts, which proudly displayed by wider hips and long, shapely legs. I noticed a pair of shoes by my feet; I knew they had been my work shoes just a few hours before, but they were now a set of open-faced high heels, with multiple inches of height and only thin straps to cross my feet. Despite myself, I felt an internal longing at the sight; acting without a thought, I slipped them on, and posed for myself in the mirror, captivated by how they shaped my thighs and ass. I don’t know when I did it, but I even found myself snapping a selfie at my reflection, with a phone in a multi-colored case that had certainly not been mine just an hour ago. The smile on the face of the girl in the photo surprised me, but the longer I was like this, the more my fears were subsiding; this was rapidly becoming normal, expected...comfortable.

Ggr-rrrrr!

That is, until I felt my stomach begin to rumble.

More of Heather’s words came back to my mind: something about “appetites”, about how we couldn’t starve or overfeed them. I winced and brought my hand to my belly at the feeling that now bombarded me; judging my the sound it had just made, I must have used up a lot of energy in my transformation, and judging by the feeling I doubted that any amount of food I could find would satisfy it.

Driven by pure, instinctual hunger, I raced toward my kitchen; all thoughts of calling any authorities or seeking any kind of help had fled from my mind, as only the overwhelming sense that I might starve was motivating my actions. I threw my cupboard open and dove in, searching for anything I didn’t have to worry about preparing: a bag of chocolate chip cookies was the first thing I saw, and before I knew it I had polished off half a row of the things in a matter of seconds! I pawed at a few more, but thought of how that might not fill me, just empty sugar calories and all, so I threw open the fridge and began to dig around. I swigged soda as I looked and found my target, slices of cured meat with a side of mozzarella cheese. A box of crackers fell out of the cupboard, and I scrambled to piece them all together, topping each crisp with a slice of meat and a chunk of cheese before gobbling it down as rapidly as I could. When I felt like pausing from the effort, I merely dove back into the cookies, tossing two at a time into my mouth; my stomach still growled, but for the moment it had at least been tamed. As the ravenous feeling in me died down, though a new feeling rose up.

Ecstasy.

Not ready for what hit me, I quickly grabbed a kitchen chair and sank into it, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as a wave even more powerful than the orgasm I had experienced before washed over me. I was at its mercy, unable to think clearly about anything but the feeling of food being chewed in my mouth, of each bit of it that sank down into my belly, and the sensation of fullness that would tease me for a moment only to recede just as quickly, leaving my hunger still gnawing, still beckoning me to fill myself up as much as I could. Looking down, I realized I had begun rubbing my belly over my shirt; undoing one button, I thought of scrambling my hand down, to take the edge off myself and hopefully bring some calm in all of this insanity.

As my finger grazed the front of my panties, though, my stomach roared back all the louder. I stopped, looked down at myself, perplexed at my new body’s reactions, unsure how to proceed. When I tried once again to reach for the crackers, the pulsing and aching in my shorts returned; when I tried to bring a hand down below, to explore my new sex, my belly grumbled in frustration, wanting to be full again, as if I hadn’t eaten anything just seconds ago.

Desperate, I practically ran in my heels, shockingly keeping balance like it was nothing, and opened up a website for food delivery; I knew I didn’t have enough in my place right now to satisfy what was growing inside of me, and I would never be able to deal with cooking as I was right now. When I hit send, I hurried back to the kitchen, looking desperately for anything else that could tide me over for the half hour or so I’d be stuck waiting for the doorbell to ring; thankfully there were some Chinese leftovers, about half a serving of sesame chicken, which I did my best to only nosh on slowly as I waited, despite protests from my hungering insides. My new lips down below still yearned for pleasure, but the best I could do was some soft massages through my shorts, grinding against my own hand, feeling an animalistic passion inside of me that had my conscious brain wondering if I could ever recover from this experience.

Bzzt!

The doorbell! I practically leapt forward to buzz the delivery person in, counting down the seconds until they reached the third floor. As I landed, though, I felt something: looking and reaching down, my belly, taut at the moment of my change, suddenly...jiggled?

A knock at the door caught my attention and pulled my hand from my shirt. Unlocking the door, I saw a young delivery man, probably college aged, holding my stack of two pizzas and bowls of pasta and salad. I nearly bowled him over as I reached to get my needed sustenance, but felt a shudder once more run through me. Stopping to gather my wits, I held the food close, but found myself staring up at his eyes; the moment I did, the vibration from my new pussy became an all-encompassing roar, like hearing the ocean in your ear when picking up a seashell. I tried to mouth a quick word of thanks, but found myself staring, gape-mouthed, at a kid who couldn’t have been more than twenty or so.

“So, uh,” he shuffled a bit uncomfortably, as I could tell he was looking at my chest, “that for a party?”

My mouth was nearly dry, but I shook my head and focused. “Oh, um...uh, yeah, you could say that.”

“Huh, sounds fun.” He scratched at his arm awkwardly, and began to turn back toward the stairs. “Uh, have a good one-”

“Wait!” I was surprised by the urgency in my voice. He turned and faced me, expectation written across his face. “Uh, what’s your name?”

“Jake. What’s yours?”

I fumbled for a moment, but not too long. “K-Kiera. I’m, uh, new here.”

“Oh, cool; let me know if you want anyone to show you around town, then.”

“Yeah, um,” oh my God, what the hell was I doing?! “Could you...would you possibly like to...uh, come in? Come in and, um...I kinda need a hand with something.”

I could see him try to hide the smile that was spreading across his lips. While he stepped forward, I tossed the food onto the coffee table in the living room, hurried back, and nearly pounced on him, dragging him into the apartment and wrapping my arms and legs around him, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. Where had this come from?! I had never been into guys! Why couldn’t I control myself around one right now?

Heather’s words again: “appetites”, “out of hand”, “indulge”...

As he kissed me back I felt him fumble at the button of my shorts, which allowed my belly, now swollen outward from the food I had been stuffing myself with for probably at least the past hour, to bounce free a bit, creating a cute paunch of baby fat. Before he could strip me all the way down, though, I broke our kiss off for just a moment, only enough time to get a few words out.

“Pizza...get...the...pizza!”

He seemed confused, but eager to comply. I had to figure he was still pretty inexperienced, but I was about to settle both of my appetites, and I needed his help to do it. Practically tearing the lid off of one pie, I pointed at my mouth, and had him bring bite after bite toward my waiting jaws. As the warm, melty cheese and red sauce flowed onto my tongue along with the dough that stayed just crisp enough to compliment the other textures within, I could feel my entire body begin to shake; without a thought, I grabbed his free hand and shoved it into my panties, thrusting my hips out so he would give me both things I needed at once. At times I would bring his fingers up and lick them clean; I don’t know what possessed me to do it,  as I was feeling like a passenger in my own body, but I could sense it increasing his sex drive, and I wanted that above all else, wordless thoughts in my head assuring me that this would be the answer I was seeking.

We sat that way for who knows how long; by the time it was over, I had gone through ten slices, my stomach filled to bursting, and if he had had any for himself I couldn’t have been bothered to pay attention. My head lolled from side to side from the feelings of intense satiety in my belly and the continued dancing of his fingers in my shorts, his hand now enveloped by a slight droop that had appeared on my belly, an added layer of softness that made it more resemble a small gut. Nearing my brink, I pulled his hand away, one more licking him clean, then dove down to unzip his pants, cradling his surprisingly large member in my hands and stuffing it into my mouth with the same eagerness I had shown for all the food that had passed my way so far.

I brushed my hair away to give myself unimpeded movement, only to feel him playfully tug at my locks, making me moan luridly with my mouth full, and not for the first time tonight. I was a woman possessed, dying for him to unleash his essence within me: my twin hungers had seemingly merged, and I now knew what I had to do before the night was over.

With a hard shove I laid him back on the couch and straddled him, bringing my luscious pussy, soaked thoroughly, down to impale myself on his manhood. The lightning bolt that shot through me was otherworldly; I thought I screamed, but I’m not sure I was even able to manage a sound in that moment, despite my ecstatic expression. At this point I wasn’t entirely sure how much of what I was doing was my own accord, this body’s desires, or some strange hybrid thereof; all I knew is that I could ride this stallion for all he was worth, the energy I had regained from my feasting fueling me to buck up and down, his entire length thrusting back inside of me until I decided to grind and roll my hips, ensuring he hit every corner of my insides, especially my new special spot. I knew I was barely regarding his presence, but all I knew right now was that he and I were both deliciously close to what I needed, and I would not be wasting such an opportunity.

The first orgasm from our intercourse rocked me, and hard. The second waved through me and set everything outward to my fingertips ablaze. At the third I could see him grimacing, his own expression of release appearing. In a flash I flew off him, and brought my bare tits down to his moistened cock, bringing it between my bulging chest and allowing my tongue to taste all of my flavor on him before I pressed hard and allowed my breasts to milk what he had. With a great groan he unloaded inside of me: thick strands now flew into my mouth, enough that some spilled out the sides and down to his balls; I held on tightly, not wishing to miss any as its richness filled me, its flavor becoming more and more intoxicating with each pulse. Its warmth filled my belly, and for the first time all night I began to feel my hungers subside, my passions become controlled. I eagerly licked up what I had failed to catch, taking my time to enjoy every bit before I kissed his exhausted rod and zipped it back into place.

Jake didn’t spend the night, but after he left I collapsed onto my bed, feeling a degree of pure exhaustion that granted me the deepest, most restful sleep I had probably ever had in my adult life. As I drifted away I felt my hands continue to paw at my chest, my ass, my pussy, but now with a certain contentment, and not the wildness need I had felt before. I knew I had either gone insane and imagined all of this, or something Heather had done had been absolutely real; for now, all I could feel was a gentle buzzing that lulled me to happy, colorful dreams, and more of what felt like Heather’s words singing through my thoughts: “I knew that’d wake you up.”

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👏👍👍💯 Magnificent

[mithfics]

I laughed, I cried, I nominated it for a Golden Globe.

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Beef

[mithfics]

The Girl in the Mirror, Pt. 2/2 (M2BBW)

Familiarity soon evolved into a bright, airy feeling in my head and through my body. Memories swept into my mind of short bursts of time spent in Simon’s body, setting up an account on the app; if I had looked a bit closer before I would have noticed a number of other large, exuberant ladies being highlighted in the profiles, but checking it now through Dani’s eyes I felt waves of recognition at some of the names and faces, girls who lived on or near the campus where I resided. I took a look outside and then gave myself one more gaze at the mirror; the night was clear, it was still early, and I was looking hot! Why stay in when there was so much else to do? I set about messaging people on the app and then accessing their cell numbers to text with. In minutes I had corralled a couple of girlfriends, Jessie and Nessa, two big girls like me who were ready to for a long night out! ‘Omg yaaaaay! Where have u been?!’ Jessie was a thick blonde with a huge, pillowy chest who could be a little ditzy sometimes. ‘Let’s do shots and sing at karaoke night!’ ‘Yo, Dani girl, ‘bout time your fat ass came back!’ Nessa got to joke around because her ass managed to dwarf my own; I could remember us comparing body parts, her bubble butt and my huge belly, and joking we’d be unstoppable if someone put us together. ‘But let’s eat, first!’ I felt an enormous smile spreading, causing my cheeks to push up, my narrow eyes to squeeze just a bit tighter. Yes, all the memories were right there, I felt like I had known these girls for months! We set up our ride and where we’d meet first, and within the hour the three of us, dressed for a night of cocktails and dancing, formally began our evening at the Asian-fusion buffet on the highway just outside campus. Just walking to the spread felt like an adventure: the soft slapping of my belly against my upper thighs with each swinging step I took managed to feel alien to the Simon part of me, like contentment to Dani, and oddly pleasurable when I combined it with the way I had to hold my arms up as I waddled to avoid smacking my own hips. We piled our first plates high, Jessie only spilling a few french fries down her cleavage as she snuck a few handfuls in before sitting down, Nessa managing to only bump a few people out of place when she swung her mighty hips to clear space in front of the clams casino. I started out with a few sushi rolls and a heap of boneless ribs over rice, but had my eyes on the fried chicken and shrimp sticks for my second trip; what could I do on the third? We made bright, happy conversation as we sat, benches creaking beneath our combined girth, fat tits and bellies pushing us away and forcing us to lean in to get our fill quickly and causing the only pauses in our talking, as we wanted to at least focus for a few minutes on stuffing ourselves silly. At one point Nessa reached over and stole one of Jessie’s mini-eggrolls and popped the entire thing into her mouth. “No fair!” Jessie pouted, before reaching with chopsticks to steal one of Nessa’s pork dumplings. We all laughed, but glancing over I could see a young couple staring at us, their eyes betraying their disgust at our wanton gluttony. I smiled, then took a few sushi pieces at once and popped them in my mouth and made sure to chew slowly; I stared right back at them, licked my lips, and proceeded to lift up my middle finger while making sexy kissy faces at them. As they turned back toward the own meals, I hefted myself up to belly up toward the ice cream sundae bar; I don’t know where it came from, but getting looks like that turned me on a little, and all I could think of was wanting to get their attention again by being even more greedy. I giggled and pet my stomach: she was being such a trooper through all this! Afterward we made our way back into town to hit a few bars. The first stop was a bit crowded, but with each of us weighing over three hundred pounds minimum, any place we went was going to feel tiny! We crammed into a booth, barstools out of the question for at least Nessa and I, and ordered some fruity drinks while also asking for whatever the shot special was that night: turned out it was a sweet and sugary candy apple mix, which went down nice and smooth. Jessie soon pulled us both up, no small feat given our sizes, and had us over at the karaoke machine putting in “All About That Bass”, a song I had next to no clue about as Simon, but didn’t even need to look at the lyrics on screen for as Dani! The DJ actually got us another round of shots afterward, each of us moving toward a really nice buzz. We rode off in a supersized cab to our next destination, getting the driver to crank the top 40 tunes and singing along without a care in the world. We had each learned about this place downtown that seemed tailor made for a crowd of big, beautiful women, and were thrilled to see a food menu of fun, cheesy, greasy, tasty meals, big booths and tables, and plenty of dessert specials; maybe the place wasn’t made for BBWs, but we were more than happy to claim it as our own! I couldn’t believe how easily I flittered from table to table, booth to booth, striking up conversations with other ladies, and more than a few gents, over the most seemingly mundane things; I never would’ve done that as Simon, I would’ve just gotten bored and walked off. Now, though? I felt like I needed it; my mouth moved a mile a minute as I shared my day and my views, I leaned in eagerly to hear what others had to say, and I even had to pause a couple of times over just how loud and high-pitched my laugh was getting when somebody would joke around. Nessa elbowed me playfully at one point. “Take it easy, tubby, you’re gonna drive some people here crazy if you keep those bird cries you call a laugh up.” “Pssht, bitch, please,” I took a long swig of beer, “if you’re not out here ready to live, then why even bother?” “I think you’re right, Dani,” Jessie’s eyes were glazed looking, the alcohol clearly getting to her in a way that left her with a dreamy smile. “And you’re so pretty, too!” I nearly spit my drink out. “Ha, oh, poor Jessie baby, you feeling alright, hon?” “No, really, I friggin’ love your belly. That guy over there does, too.” Nessa and I turned slowly, trying to work around our even further distended guts, and saw a guy who had to be about our age giving us all a look before bashfully turning away. We looked back at one another and giggled; the Simon part of my brain began to cry out, but I couldn’t deny it, he was really cute! He had a bit of a baby face but his body looked absolutely ripped; if he had a thing for fat girls, then who was I to turn him away? Without a word I slipped over toward his barstool and stood like I was going to order a drink; when the bartender moved I made sure to wiggle myself just a bit too close, until my straining belly had no choice but to rub up against my admirer. “Oh, sorry about that! This thing’s always in my way.” I held my hand out. “I’m Dani, who are you?” “Um, oh, I’m Carl.” I had to laugh a little at his slow reaction; I was really tipsy myself, but I could tell he was right at that same point with me. “Well, nice to meet you, Carl! Can I ask you something, Carl?” “Sure, I guess-” I cut him off instantly with a kiss full on the lips. “Do you like fatties, Carl? Like, really like ‘em?” I chatted him up and kept the heavy flirting going for awhile, and soon had him paying his tab and ready to leave for the night. I went back over toward the booth and saw the girls getting hit on by a couple of boring looking guys, their faces telling me the entire story. I dragged Carl over, loving how it felt to have his arm barely able to get around my back and belly even as he towered more than a foot higher over me, and gave the girls a wink and nod toward him, a sign it was time to go. Quickly making our escapes, we hailed a ride back to Nessa’s place; she was off-campus and had more space than the rest of us. She slipped off to turn some music on and mix us each a nightcap drink while I snuggled up next to Carl on the sofa, my belly practically pouring into his lap, while Jessie took the cue to press her squishy H-cups against his arm as she reached over to give me a playful belly rub. When Nessa got back we all drank quickly, and seeing how things were going she took the opportunity to turn around and grind her plump, juicy shelf-booty all over our lucky beau’s crotch; reaching down I could feel his hardness almost threatening to tear his jeans apart. None of us wasted time diving in, and for a little while we paired off, the girls playing with one another while Carl nibbled on my neck and rubbed my belly from behind; I gasped when I felt him lift it all up in both hands, barely able to contain it, only to let it drop down with all of its weight, pulling me forward and causing a loud slap against my thighs. I pulled his hands up to my breasts, as well, dying to escape my clothing and show him what a real good time looked like. The part of my mind where Simon resided seemed upset, but it was difficult for that feeling to sustain itself against the onrush of erotic tingling that was heating me up by the second. I soon pulled Carl up to his feet, needing his help with something; I wanted out of my dress, and guided his hands to the zipper on my back. Peeling what amounted to an outer layer of skin off, what with how tightly the dress clung to me and how hard it had to strain to go down my hips and belly, Carl nearly choked on his breath as he saw what I was wearing under it: a leopard print bra big enough to handle my creamy tits, all black ruffles and lace around the cups, and fishnet pantyhose also sporting a cheetah pattern, pulled up and over my gut, pulled and stretched to the brink. Grabbing at the top of them I yanked upward, causing small tears to appear at the bottom of my belly, then higher up; I brought his hands down and let him tear away, desperately wanting him to free me and let him see for certain if I was wearing any panties. 

Stumbling into Nessa’s room we crashed onto her large bed just as the girls made their way in, diving on top of us, Jessie nearly smothering me with her cartoonishly large funbags. We took turns on one another, mouths and hands working eagerly; when Carl’s head made its way between my thighs, I smiled impishly and pulled my belly up and dropped it, feeling it plop down around his head and driving his tongue as deep as it could go inside of me. As I moaned in lustful heat Nessa straddled me, her dripping sex and her juicy ass hovering over my face, while Jessie made her way behind Carl, crouching low and licking and teasing him from below. I brought my hand up and spanked Nessa as hard as I could, leading her to grinding down on me and my expert tongue. The room was spinning, not from alcohol, but from sensory overload, and I soon lost track of which of us had what body part inside of which other person. In other words: heaven on Earth. The next morning eventually had to arrive, and after a quick breakfast we each went our separate ways; I never knew it was possible to feel as close to people the way I did to Nessa and Jessie now, and I felt sad for a few minutes wondering if I’d ever get to do something that fun again. There was a promise to keep, though, and upon getting back inside I walked over to the body-length mirror, pulled my phone out of my purse, and brought up the nameless app. A room swirling sensation later, and I was once again in the mirror...or Simon was...it was still pretty confusing, to be honest. “Ok, Simon, did you have fun last night?” His...my eyes were glossy, expression dazed. “Woah.” I giggled a bit. “I know, right? But did you learn a lesson, too? You don’t have to be as outgoing as me, but there’s a whole world out there just waiting for you!” Silence for a moment. My male side looked lost in thought, then only broke the quiet tentatively. “That...that was good. Really good. Could...could we do it again?” My eyes widened. “Really, you mean it?! How about next Friday?” He seemed nervous. “N-no...I mean...can we, like...do it all the time?” I took a second to process his words. “Oh. Oh! Oh wow, Simon, um...are you sure?” There was a nod. Then the boy in the mirror held his hand up; the girl looked at it carefully, considered for a second, then brought hers up to meet it. I felt pure electricity flow through me, and knew I had made the right choice. I felt my own hair get thicker, longer, and could see it darken as it flowed past my line of sight. I watched my hand shrink, my nails lengthen, and felt what little athletic muscle I had melt away, replaced in my arms by enough body fat to create creases where my biceps should have been, and even a little one at my wrist. I couldn’t see it, but I knew I felt my face reforming itself, gaining those same plump, kissable lips, that adorable nose, those full, pudgy cheeks and that thick double chin, as more glorious weight rushed down my entire body, eager to fill every inch of me until I was wider than a doorway. As the adipose rained down I felt myself rush downward with it, nearly fourteen inches of height wiped out in a mere second. The mass that would define my body began to push outward, its progress unstoppable, the excess matter soon pouring into my chest, around my back, down to my ass and thighs. As my hips popped out wider and wider I delighted at the feeling of my gut rushing downward as my thighs swelled out, combining to smother my manhood beneath their gigantic weight. My chest tickled, then tingled, then warmed me to the core, their internal muscles and glands reforming into something much more suitable to the new me. I let out a high-pitched groan as I felt my cock slide gently inside of me, completely obscured by a belly that now began to hang past my beltline, then past my crotch, and soon down to my thighs. I felt the nub of its head settle in and become small and exceedingly sensitive; eager, I used my free hand to heft my heavy gut up as best I could, and allowed a manicured fingernail to brush my new sex, bringing it to my lips to taste my new juices. As my nipples began to grow to the size of long fingertips and my width began to surpass the sides of the mirror, a mind-blowing glow burst out from within me, signaling that I was nearly complete. With a full-bodied moan done in perfect sync with Dani, I felt our minds meet together, melding perfectly, no inconsistencies existing at all between the two of us, our orgasms combining two into one as we realized we were now perfectly identical in every conceivable way: body, mind, and soul.   With a loud cry that now came from one throat, I felt my knees grow weak for a moment, but caught myself and allowed the pleasure to flow through me. I opened my eyes and looked once more at the mirror. It was me. Just...me. The internal opposite, the yin and yang...its importance completely faded from my mind. I had been Simon, but I had been awakened and given a choice. Now, there was only Dani, and it was the happiest, best decision I would ever make in my life. I smiled and looked at the new outfit that now hugged my obese frame: pale purple with bright floral designs, working overtime as I packed my entire fatty form into it like a sausage link, my beautiful waterfall of pitch black hair flowing down to each hip on the sides and down to my ass in the back. A new type of warmth spread through me: this was right. At long last, everything about me was just right. Whipping out my phone, I opened the app one more time, and stood once more before the mirror. This time, however, I simply smiled, posed, and primped like a princess, admiring every curve, every crease, and every angle, especially the ones that stretched too far to fit the frame. I brought one of the shots up and attached it to a text message. ‘Hi Aunt Jo! Sorry I didn’t get to answer you last night, but the app is amazing! Pretty BIG improvement, don’t you think? PLEASE let me know how I can thank you...ANYTHING at all (<3) Love you, can’t wait to hang out soon! Love, your not-so-little niece, Dani.’

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[COMM] The Girl in the Mirror, Pt. 1 (M2BBW)

I sighed and sat back onto my couch, the resignation of another quiet Friday night at home working its way through me. Picking up the remote I switched my HDMI feed so I could stream something from online, maybe start with some short YouTube videos as I waited for the pasta I was boiling to finish cooking. As the clips began to play, I almost felt myself sink further and further into the cushions; getting up just to walk across to the kitchen was going to be hard. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go out, I just, well...it was complicated. I was never the most outgoing guy, not at any point in school, certainly not now at any point in college. I had my core group of friends, but so many of them were back home while I was out of state, slogging my way to a degree I didn’t particularly care about, never sure enough about myself to go and seek out and get to know the new faces around me. I wasn’t antisocial, but I just never stood out enough in terms of looks, voice, talents, or hobbies for people to take notice of me all that much beyond being casually acquainted. All things considered I was a perfectly ordinary guy: a bit on the tall side, kind of skinny for my height, with a few zits here and there but otherwise a fine if unremarkable face and messy haircut. I’d wake up, go to class, grab a meal, and head back to my apartment to sit back and watch some videos, play some games, or chat online with people who shared my geekier interests, but who I’d never have to meet in person. It was fine, but it also just was what it was. That pattern of life was going pretty much according to plan this Friday afternoon when my phone buzzed with a new text; surprisingly it was from my Aunt Johanna, who lived out on the coast. My aunt was a very outgoing person, and while we loved her a lot of the rest of my family saw her as an eccentric, to put it mildly, not to mention a woman of contradictions: she was obsessed with natural-spiritual stuff yet fascinated by technology, intensely interested in all of our lives even as she lived thousands of miles away, not to mention being active and vivacious in her lifestyle while also being, well, really overweight. We didn’t judge her for it, but it seemed baffling how a woman who often posted social media updates about long walks around the city or the latest trail she had hiked could still tip the scales as heavily as she did. “Hi honey!” Her usual effusive self came through even in text form. “Have you tried out that app I got for your phone camera yet? Was wondering if it was working properly. Would love to see some of your pictures!” I rolled my eyes; I recalled Aunt Johanna doing something with my phone during winter break this year at the family Christmas party without much of an explanation, probably her pushing me again to get out and about more often, but photography wasn’t exactly a hobby of mine given how much time it meant outdoors so I hadn’t explored it yet. Still, if she had gone out of her way to let me try something proprietary or whatever, I guessed I owed it to her to take a few minutes and give it a look. I scrolled and found an icon I hadn’t used yet, but something was strange about it; looking carefully, it dawned on me that there was no title under the icon, nothing telling me the app’s name. That seemed a bit strange didn’t it? Instead, the icon simply showed what appeared to be a camera lens with a smiling cartoon face in it, its features slightly feminine at first glance. I guessed this had to be the one and thumbed it open, thinking it’d be some kind of filter or add on for photos. What I found instead was pretty interesting: not just a camera app, this thing appeared to be an entire social media platform! There were profiles of other people, status updates, groups listed, events, all kinds of stuff...just no name for the actual platform. No wonder the icon didn’t have a title, I suppose? Well, Aunt Johanna did often get early access to new stuff, it seemed, so maybe she had made me part of a pilot group to test this thing out. I went to click on a link to create a profile, but paused: there, in the top right corner, was a bolded message saying “Welcome Back!” Thinking for a second I figured that my aunt must have already put a page up for me, probably just hoping I’d get into it and update it to my liking, which was thoughtful of her. Clicking on the profile link, though, showed me something I absolutely was not expecting. 

The profile was for a woman! I thought for a half second that my aunt had put a photo of herself on here, but there were two things off about it: first, the girl in the profile picture seemed a decent deal younger than my aunt and was likely closer to my age, with smooth skin, tanned Latin features, and rich, straight, black hair. Arguably more noticeable, though, was the girl’s size: Aunt Johanna was a big woman, but this girl was huge. I don’t think I had ever seen a body shape like that: while she had a large chest and a soft double chin surrounding her pudgy face, what I couldn’t avoid noticing were both how wide her hips were, and how her belly seemed to take up almost all of the real estate in the lower half of the photo. She wore a skintight, long sleeved black dress that came down to her mid-thigh, but the hem of the dress only barely managed to cover the entirety of her hanging gut. She was taking a selfie in a room that resembled the same type of apartment-style dorm I was living in, fingers lightly teasing her long tresses. Perplexed, I scrolled through her photo gallery: suffice it to say, she certainly seemed outgoing, and none too shy about her size. One picture was of her in a grey shirt and cut-off jean shorts, her belly swollen and forcing the blue fabric outward as her confidence beamed forward from her smile. Another was labeled “Date Night!” and was taken at an upscale looking restaurant by someone who must’ve been her boyfriend; she sat in a brilliant white dress, her stomach spread across her lap and keeping her from being too close to the table, with an eye-popping array of desserts spread out before her including a slice of cheesecake, tarts, parfaits, and more. Mirror selfies dominated the gallery, though, and very few of the pictures showed her wearing the same outfit: she clearly had a thing for form-fitting dresses, not that many dresses would be able to do much besides cling tenaciously to her massive belly, though some showed her in various state of casual dress, as well, some even putting large portions of her midsection on display, such as a shot where she wore clingy black leggings that couldn’t be pulled much higher than her Brobdingnagian-scale hips, which I imagined she couldn’t walk with without holding her arms up or out to the side lest she smack against them constantly. 

My first reaction when I saw her photos was to be grossed out at her size and wonder how anybody could let themselves get that big, but at this point I was having a hard time tearing my eyes away from the screen; it wasn’t that I was coming around to thinking she was hot or something, but I had to admit there was something kind of sexy about a girl who could exude so much self confidence despite having a shape many people would try to tear her down over. Plus, looking carefully, her face really was kind of cute, with plump lips and chubby cheeks that looked adorable when she was fully smiling. I couldn’t find her name for the life of me, but I looked at her information and saw that she listed herself as just a shade over five feet tall and actually wrote in “400+ and proud” where it asked about her body shape and size. Yeah, not my type of girl, but good for her, she sure seemed to be enjoying herself. I sighed once again; yeah, good for her, she was out in the world having fun and not giving a shit what people might say behind her back, yet here I was locking myself in for the night with absolutely nothing to do. Maybe Aunt Johanna was trying to reach me this way? If she was, it wasn’t a bad strategy, but the annoyance I began to feel with myself only served to glue me tighter to the couch. At that same moment, though, a ‘ping’ sound came from the app, alerting me that I...or well, this girl had a message. I’d have ignored it if not for the subject line hitting me across the face, hard. ‘Hi, Simon!’ I tried to relax: it had to be my aunt, maybe she had logged on and saw I was finally active on this weird account she had set up. But the username didn’t click with that at all, reading ‘xoOhDaniGrlxo’ instead of anything my aunt might have used. Still, there had to be a reasonable explanation, right? Might as well click and get this little mystery solved, maybe then I could stop feeling like I was snooping somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be looking. ‘Hey good-looking! Glad you’ve enjoyed my profile so far, I was wondering when you would finally see it! Go to the mirror and take a picture to send to Aunt Jo and we’ll clear everything up for you.’ Wait; so the message was from the girl in the profile? How had I been logged on to her account? And she knew my aunt? Taken together, I couldn’t chalk this up to a coincidence, and if it was a scam then it was expertly crafted, not usually what spammers or fishing messages try to do. It was worth a try, right? Worst case I’d take a picture and just send it to my aunt, no need to worry about somebody hacking my info or anything. I picked the phone up and pressed the in-app camera button, then stood before the mirror ready to take a shot. There was a button with a reversal icon on it, which I assumed was meant for selfies, so I made sure it was flipped to go the other way and stood before the body-length mirror, my thumb coming down gently on the shoot button. The next moment was a very dizzy one; for a split second the world began to spin around me. Had there been a flash on that shot, disorienting me? I rubbed my eyes and looked back up...then nearly leapt away in terror. I looked down at myself to be sure I wasn’t going insane, but there was no answer available to tell me I hadn’t lost my mind. I was still in my room, still over six feet tall, still wearing my same ratty old t-shirt and jeans; in the mirror, though, was no longer my own reflection. Instead, it was the girl from the profile, all five feet of her, her stomach almost unable to fit into the width of the glass surface. “Wh-what the hell,” I rubbed my eyes again. Nope: she was still there. “Hi, Simon!” she waved, all smiles and sunshine. “You finally checked out the app, huh?” “What the hell is this?” How could she be trying small talk right now? “Who the hell are you?!” She hissed a bit through her teeth and shrugged. “Yeah, I kinda figured this would be a little weird at first. Ok, considering you’re already talking to a reflection, I’ll just be blunt: I’m actually you.” I stared blankly. “Huh?” “I mean, like, a part of you! Ugh, let me try again: I’m Dani. Every person has different parts of their personality, and most of the time each person has a sort of, I guess, ‘opposite’ inside of them. So, like...I’m your opposite! Who lives inside of you!” I still thought I was going to faint, but I decided to play along. “So, it’s why you’re a girl?” “Among other things,” she giggled, cradling her enormous, burgundy-dress concealed belly. “I’m also a lot more of an extrovert than you are; I like to have fun, and I like to indulge my, uh, appetites. Aunt Jo made this app for us because it actually has magical properties and can allow a person to get in touch with their other half, like a yin and yang thing, y’know? She figured you always seemed too reserved, like you weren’t happy with yourself, and thought I could help bring you out of your shell!” “Hold up, hold up, hold up,” What was I even going to ask her? Where to begin? “So how do you know what my aunt wanted to do, here?” “Our aunt, silly.” She brought her fingers together a bit nervously. “Uh, this is the part I wanted to save for last, but all those pictures I have on the app? I kinda, um...took them by taking over your body sometimes.” “What?!” “Yeah, and when I’d come out I’d talk to and meet people, set up some nights out, go on a few dates…” “Why would you do that to me?!” “I’m sorry! I just...do you know what it feels like being cooped up inside someone else for your entire life? Someone who’s not like you at all? I got a taste of the real world and got greedy, I’m so sorry!” Her remorse did seem pretty genuine, but that might still been the shock I was feeling doing the thinking for me. “Ok, ok, let’s just cut to it; what do you want with me?” Her eyes lit back up. “Oh, right! Well, it’s like I said: I want to help you see that you don’t need to be as introverted as you are! It doesn’t make you bad or anything, but I just want to help bring a little balance into your life.” I eyed her skeptically. “And how exactly do you propose to do that?” “Well,” she rubbed at her bare, pudgy arm, “I don’t want to just take you over again, right? I was hoping that maybe you’d kind of let me run the show for tonight, that we could switch places with both of us knowing what was going on. Then you could see how life can be, maybe take a few lessons and borrow a few ideas; end of the night, we could switch back.” No freaking way this was real. “I really am going nuts, aren’t I? Ok, screw it: I’m losing my mind, so might as well see what happens. Go ahead, tell me, how do we do this magic switch?” “Oh, that’s easy.” She reached her hand out toward the mirror, her palm facing toward me. “Just touch my hand here.” Whatever; maybe touching something would trigger a reflex in my brain that would wake me up from this trippy dream. Without a second thought I reached out, bracing for a soft thud when I hit the mirror’s surface. Instead, I felt the warm skin of her hand. Another dizzy spell, and when I looked up things seemed normal but...wasn’t my dresser on my right hand side a second ago? Why was it on my left, now? “Awesome, Simon, thanks!” Dani picked her own phone up and straightened out her hair, then pressed a few buttons; the world around me went dark for a moment, before I snapped back to attention, this time looking back at the mirror with my dresser back on its proper side...but looking directly at Dani’s reflection, through Dani’s eyes.

I looked around; my room was suddenly different now; similar in some of the furniture, but now with different decorations, like blankets, plants, and girly accessories along my nightstand. Gazing down, I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes wide at the sight of a belly that took up my entire line of vision, completely obscuring my feet and anything else below my beltline from sight. I felt around and was astounded at how quickly my hands not only brushed against my wide body, but how easily and how deeply they’d sink into my softness. I tried to conjure up shock and terror, maybe pinch myself in a bid to wake up, but the more I felt around, the more familiar my body began to feel. “Oh, right!” I said brightly, to no one in particular, “Dani gets to be in control for tonight!”

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Who Wears Short-Shorts? (Mean Girl TG Collab)

Aubrey hated me; how much of that was my fault, exactly, I couldn’t know, but given how frequently I saw her during the summers and how she’d never try to engage in any kind of conversation with me, it was still pretty easy to figure out. During the school year Aubrey was one of the popular girls, and why wouldn’t she be? Lush brunette hair with streaks of blonde, beautiful face, hourglass figure topped with prominent-yet-perky breasts and leading down to hips and a butt that seemed far too thick for someone going into senior year, and enough athleticism and flexibility to be a top cheerleader, all while pulling off a demeanor of innocence that, mixed with her sexual confidence, made her irresistible. Right now, though, it wasn’t the school year, and she wasn’t near school at all: it was summertime and she was in Spring Dunes, one of the major shore towns in our area, for nearly the entire season with her family. This wouldn’t be so bad, but Spring Dunes was not exactly buzzing with a huge teenage nightlife scene, and its exclusive nature meant that all of Aubrey’s friends were back home except for the few days they might be able to make it down to visit her. In fact, the only other person from school who also spent the entire season here just so happened to be...me. I was pretty much Aubrey’s opposite: a geeky guy who was still pretty awkward in his own body despite moving up toward senior year. I wasn’t awful looking or anything, at least I thought not, but I was skinny and kind of lanky, by hair a dark mop on my head, and despite being at the shore for a couple of months I never exactly rocked the type of tan a beach bum like Aubrey did. What I did have that Aubrey didn’t though, particularly this year, were friends from school who stayed at the beach with me for a good chunk of the summer. Scott, Terry, and I made up a sort of geek squad, guys who stuck together to play video and card games, usually staying in instead at night unless we were going out to an arcade, a mini golf course, or something else equally as inane to someone of Aubrey’s social standing. I wondered sometimes, though, if she was more jealous than anything else, feeling alone here while the geek at least had his buddies staying over for awhile. Honestly, as stuck up as she could be, I did kind of feel bad for her; her parents clearly didn’t seem to care that she felt isolated here, given that it seemed the only response they had to her pleas about her circumstances was to make her get a summer job waiting tables at the hotel restaurant that I happened to work at as a busboy the past couple of years. I would see her putting on a face for the customers as she earned great tips with her looks and attitude, but when she had spare time I’d see her looking dejectedly at her phone, no social aid coming to her rescue any time soon. Of course, if I so much as dared to say two words to her the best I could expect in return was a cold shoulder; the less said about if her mood happened to be any worse, the better. So it was a pretty major shock one day at the beginning of the summer before senior year when the two of us, alone in the restaurant as we got it prepped for opening, actually had a chance to strike up a conversation. Well, alright, not much of a conversation: Aubrey just happened to bump into me as we were making our way around the tables and just happened to spill her iced coffee all over my shorts. But it was Aubrey’s reaction that really surprised me. “Oh God, Reg, I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz!” She quickly handed me a towel that had been in her back pocket. Those ten words and one action probably constituted more interaction with me this summer than every day we had worked together up to that point. I was genuinely shaken; I already wasn’t the smoothest when it came to being social, and Aubrey actually showing some level of concern for me was a major departure from what I was used to. “Oh, uh, don’t worry, it’s fine,” I lamely offered, trying to make her feel better, “I’m sure it’ll come right out.” “Ugh, no, I’m sorry, I can already see it staining.” She glanced around furtively. “Come to the back with me, I’ll get you a change so you don’t have to walk around soaking wet all day.” Huh, what had gotten into her? We walked through an employees-only door, through the kitchen, and toward a small break room in the back. Aubrey crouched down and went through a bag in the corner, and stood up with a pair of shorts...a pretty girlish pair of shorts. “I always bring a spare set with me, in case there’s a spill or whatever. Go ahead, you’re skinny enough that these should fit you.” I eyed them curiously; they were black, to match the restaurant t-shirts we had to wear, and looked like daisy dukes at first glance, though on closer inspection they seemed a bit more like ‘jegging’ material. I couldn’t imagine they’d work on my body type very well. “Uh, thanks Aubrey, I really appreciate it, but aren’t those, um...y’know, girls’ shorts?” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but kept her tone friendly. “Like I said, with your size I think they’ll fit a bit looser than they look. Plus, you’re a busboy, you have an apron on most of the time, anyway; just duck around at your tables really quick and nobody will notice, and maybe your other shorts will be dry in a couple of hours so you can change back. I’ll make sure nobody’s coming this way so you can get dressed.” I was still uneasy about their appearance, but figured she had an idea what she was talking about. I faced away from her as she kept her eyes on the hallway outside and clutched the slightly stretchy fabric in my hands; I could swear for a moment that I felt a strange shock, not like static, but something more like a sudden bursting wave, surge through my hands, but I chalked it up to being nervous over pulling my pants down around the hottest girl in school. As I stepped one foot through the leg holes of the black shorts, though, I felt a tingle begin to run up to my knee. I stepped my other leg in, and the feeling intensified, now coursing up my thighs, almost vibrating around my lower body and midsection, then making my upper half get a case of goosebumps. I pulled them up slowly, feeling them cling tightly to my legs, and turned around as I reached for the button and proceeded to zip them up. At the sound of the zipper, Aubrey herself began to turn toward me very, very slowly, a dark smile flashing across her covergirl-worthy features. “So, how do they feel?” I tried to answer, but my voice caught in my throat. Right away I felt what I could only describe as vibrations pounding around my hips, pulses that sent waves of excitement through my entire body. As each wave made its way through me I could feel my perspective shifting; where before I had stood a good half foot taller than Aubrey, each pulse made my line of sight get closer to even with hers. I looked down and saw my legs and arms were now utterly devoid of hair, making me shiver; I couldn’t tell if it was from the air conditioning hitting my suddenly much more sensitive skin, or from something much deeper inside of me. I looked down at my arms and felt my eyes widen: I could literally see my skin begin to darken before my eyes, moving from my milky, shut-in complexion to something many shades darker, a deep, rich, olive tan. Aubrey’s hands clasped together eagerly. “Yes, they’re working!” I felt and heard strange sounds coming from inside of me, some strains here, crunches there, squishier sounds at other times, and yet I felt no pain, just the strange wavy vibrations that were causing my eyes to shut and my head to spin ever so slightly. Bringing my hands up I clutched at my head, but instead of my familiar mop of curls I now felt straight, tangle-free tresses; my scalp tickled as I felt my hair growing through my fingers, spilling out and cascading past my shoulders. I grabbed at a lock, barely noticing how much longer my fingernails suddenly were, but found myself more perplexed over the sight of pitch black hair where once I had sported light brown. In a flash I felt a particularly sharp pulling sensation around my stomach, and despite the lack of pain I still doubled over in shock, my breaths coming in ragged. “Aubrey!” I reached out toward her, unsure what else to do, “It feels so weird! What’s happening to me?!” “Oh God, shut it, nerd.” Her eyes were wide with anticipation. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” She pulled out a hand mirror and held it up toward me: in its surface I could see the face of an angel. Once again I brought my hand up, this time aware of how small and how smooth my palm felt, and rubbed it across my cheek: there was no stubble, not a single zit nor crease. Instead, there were two wide doe eyes, my green pupils replaced with dark brown, the same olive skin complexion, a small button nose, thin, stylish eyebrows, thick eyelashes, and a set of pink, puffy lips; instinctively my tongue peeked out and ran across my now wider mouth, a flavor akin to strawberries settling on my tastebuds. A loud CRACK caused me to arch my spine, and through my shuddering I heard a voice cry out that felt both alien and intimately familiar. “Oh, oooh…” Now the changes really kicked in, each in quick succession in real time even as they felt like an eternity in my mind. My limbs cracked and resettled themselves, reshaped to suit my adjusted height. My hands and fingers seemed to lock into place, much smoother, much more delicate than before, my fingernails now long and painted in tones that spoke of summer. My torso constricted itself at my belly, pinching inward; I sucked in air to offset the feeling of being squeezed, each gulp creating a feeling around me like I was filling a balloon. The comparison was apt: with one breath I felt my chest come alive, my nipples heating up and sending bits of electricity through me as they rubbed against the cotton material of my t-shirt, while with the next I could feel my hips pop outward, combining with my smaller waist to create a dynamic figure. I swallowed the next breath and released the air out through my nose; as I did strange new weights begin to bud and build up both in my chest and in the seat of the rapidly tightening shorts. I did it once more, and the swelling continued; the fabric of the shorts now began to ride up my behind, while the constant teasing of my nipples behind the shirt had caused them to poke out obscenely, much longer and thicker than they had been a minute ago. “No, please...don’t...stop!” Was that my voice? I moaned wordlessly to be sure, and the sound that greeted me was a good octave or two higher than what I had sported a moment ago. By now the swelling had begun in my thighs, as well: I had always been cursed with skinny, unathletic legs, but with each moment that passed I felt ripples running through my skin down below, until I heard the soft sound of my inner thighs beginning to brush and slap together, thickened to a degree that matched my ever-widening hips. Mesmerized, I brought one hand up to my growing chest, which by now was causing the lettering on my shirt to stretch and distort, and my other down to my hips and softening ass, which I squeezed, my yelp of shock immediately melting into a lustful groan. My skin was absolutely on fire with new sensitivity, hitting me with sensations I had never even dreamed of before! “Mmm, oooh…” the feelings were overwhelming! “Please...don’t stop. Don’t stop!” I felt a strange tightening around my chest, then suddenly a feeling of weight being lifted; looking down, I saw a deep valley of cleavage that continued to grow larger, now fully supported by a bra. My shorts were now even higher, the bottom portions of my ass exposed. Looking past my new breasts, I could see my member straining and poking out against the skintight material, which teased its head and made me shiver with delight. I was losing myself to these feelings, and the scary part was that I wasn’t even trying to find a way back. “Oh, yes, yes!” In a flash I felt a torrent of thoughts and emotions wash over my brain. Cupping my large chest, which I now intuitively knew pressed out just past DD-cup range, I began to grope at my new assets; with each beat of my heart and each added curve that swelled onto my formerly pasty, drab, skinny body, I felt hotter and hotter inside, to the point where I barely noticed it when my rod deflated, no longer having any connection with how turned on I felt. When it began to withdraw back inside of me, I rolled my eyes back and felt some other new, exciting things burst through my mind as well: Sexiness. Vanity. Selfishness. Greed. Lust. Cruelty. So many new scrumptious ideas coursed through me that I could feel them squeeze my old interests away, fashion, beauty, and love of self making games with my old friends seem downright embarrassing by comparison. I started to giggle and ran my hands down my lithe, curvy body as the realization fully hit that I was beautiful now, and all I could dream of was using my beauty to get any and everything I wanted. I could taste it: so many things mine for the taking, because I had the goods and the drive to use them. 

“Mmm, I feel so yummy…” Eyes closed, I slithered my fingers inside the shorts, eager to feel the final change take place. I began to lightly rub around in circles, feeling my formerly stiff unit push further and further back, becoming increasingly sensitive, and giving me all sorts of deliciously sinful desires. “Yes, change me, finish me! Oh God, I’m so fucking hot…” The nub that had been my penis slipped under a hood of skin...wait, no, this wasn’t right! I never cared about any of that stuff before, why would I, now?! My mind reeled, and I knew I’d have to push back hard if I wanted to stay true to myself. “...So horny…” My first two fingers began to circle more forcefully. I was Reggie, I was a gamer, I was a content geek, I was...Oh God, no, it felt so good...ungh, and why should I fight back so hard? I was a geek, alright: I was picked on, I was dumped on, no girls ever wanted me, and my life was one boring night at home playing games after another. Being a nerd sucked! But looking like this, I could show them all, show all the popular kids who’d used me and mocked me before. They’d start following me, because I’d be the sexiest, most popular girl in school! “I feel so…” Aubrey came up behind me and grabbed my tits. “Bitchy?” She smirked. The new ideas locked into place, and I felt my old life distort in my mind, becoming something gross, stupid, something I’d never want any part of again! No, I was so far beyond that: I was a queen bee, now! Boys would want to be with me, girls would want to be me, and with a simple batting of my eyelashes I’d be treated like the royalty I had become! Screw ‘true to myself’; with hands full of my new curves, I knew this was me now, and I wanted to be bad. “Mmmm, yes! YES! I want to be a hot, slutty, BITCH!” With a cry I felt a new type of moisture fill my wonderful new shorts, which were now so tight they left very little to the imagination. I felt absolutely perfect. I pressed my thick, plump booty back against Aubrey, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her lips down to my neck as she kissed, nibbled, and teased my super sensitive new skin. I could smell perfume coming off me now, my scent mixing with hers and driving us both wild. We broke our makeout session off, though, when Aubrey’s phone buzzed and reminded us we were still on shift. “Well, that was fun!” Aubrey nearly bounced in excitement. “How do you feel, Regina?” I ran my hands over my chest once more. “Mmm, never better. Any reason you felt I deserved this?” She shrugged and smiled. “I was sick of spending summers alone with only the nerds down here, and there’s a sick party these college guys who came in here the other day are throwing that my parents would never let me go to alone. I went shopping this weekend and was told these shorts would fix my problems if I gave them to the right person, and since we work together I figured you were my best shot to bring some extra dates tonight. You came out beautiful, bae.” I giggled at the compliment. “I am beautiful. And so are you, ‘Brey. But we still have work, so what do we do, now?” “No big; I told Larry I was going to try and bring a new waitress in soon, so he’ll just be expecting you and use someone from the kitchen to bus the tables. You ready to earn the big tips, now? With those tits you’ll make a killing.” It’d be tough, since I was having so much trouble keeping my hands off myself, but I did like the sound that. “More money and attention? Works for me. Let’s go, girl.” As we walked toward the door, she held out a hand gently in front of me. “Just one more thing: I know your tits are bigger than mine now, but don’t forget who gave them to you. I want you to be the baddest, most spoiled bitch you can be, just like me; I can share a little power, but push comes to shove, I’m in charge. Got it?” Without warning my shorts vibrated again, nearly making my knees buckle on the spot from the pleasure. “If I say no, will you make the shorts do that again?” She grinned, and we made our way in to the dining room. I was introduced and given everything I needed, and the two of us set off to handle the breakfast rush. I felt so much different, now: I was clearer, brighter, perkier, though deep down I knew I was putting on a show for these peons so that they’d tip me well. I put a sexy saunter in my step; I absolutely loved what the shorts had done to me, they had made me a curvaceous, Mediterranean-looking ‘thicc’ girl, with long, full thighs that jiggled and further strained my already tight shorts with every step, leading up to a booty that I could tell a lot of the male patrons were desperate to reach out and just graze. Not a chance, losers. Even better, having Aubrey around made the time fly by; we’d sneak into the corner and check our phones, swap photos we were sneaking of the dumber looking customers, and giggle and sneer at the nerds and uggos who would never look or feel half as good as we did. I felt a connection with Aubrey; it wasn’t just that her giving me the shorts had caused all this, but I felt there was something dark and corruptive inside of her, just as there was increasingly inside of me. It felt so wrong, to ball up everything I had ever known and toss it away like yesterday’s garbage, but if it was so wrong it wouldn’t be making me so complete for the first time in my life, would it? Of course, it didn’t hurt that she’d make the shorts vibrate now and then, either when I walked just right to sway my girly hips or when I’d drop a particularly harsh line on some loser we were serving; it was like I was getting a small reward each time I gave in to my nastier, dirtier desires. By shift’s end we each had a large stack of tips and a burning desire to hit the beach; Aubrey suggested a shopping trip first so I could try on a few bikinis and new outfits, preferably with her in the changing room with me. The clerk there, a blonde woman who had to be in her late 30s or so, smiled knowingly at the two of us as we made our way through. “That’s her, she’s the one who sold me the shorts!” Aubrey whispered. “And since we used them we get discounts all day today. And you’ll need it, with all the extra material you’ll need to cover your big ass.” I squeaked a bit as she pinched me. “Oh please, bitch,” I shot back with a hand to her face, “you can play with the little boys, but men know what a real woman looks like.” I smiled at her, and we both broke out giggling again. The clerk winked at us as we scurried into the changing room together, eager to model for one another and have some more fun, among other things. I tried on all sorts of things; mostly bikinis, yes, but lots of new low cut shirts, blouses, spaghetti-strap tops, and more. Every now and then I’d hit a set that Aubrey must have really liked, because I’d feel her gaze on me get more intense, and the next thing I knew my shorts would start to feel like they were vibrating again, each time causing me to bite my glossy lip to keep a loud moan from escaping me. I could tell what she was doing: not just giving her approval, but also waiting until I was looking in the mirror to turn me on, encouraging me to adore myself more and more above all else. “Mmmm,” I pinched at my chest and rubbed just a bit over my new sex, trying to take the edge off, “God, ‘Brey, I feel so amazingly bad, and I love it.” “Have you ever felt that way looking at a mirror?” I thought hard. “No, never.” I posed sexily for myself. “I’ve never been in love with myself before. I want to feel this way forever.” She wrapped her arms around me. “It’s the best, isn’t it? Girls like us take what we want; the world owes us for looking this good, let’s make sure they know it.” I then got my chance to watch her model all sorts of new outfits, and watch intently when she’d slip her clothes off and give me a show; once again, if she found an outfit she really liked she’d stare at me and make the shorts buzz, leaving me wide open to her as she’d advance on me and start feeling me up. As a guy I never dreamed I’d get to see Aubrey like this, but here we were, two new besties getting playfully catty with one another in between rounds of light touching and kissing. We had probably spent more than an hour in the back trying on various outfits and teasing one another when I looked in the mirror and really admired a pale-blue swim top that did wonders to show off my jaw-dropping chest...and got an interesting idea. We brought out haul to the clerk, but I stood back and pointed down at the shorts Aubrey had given me. “Excuse me, but do you have anything else like these, but maybe just not so, um...forceful?” The clerk arched her eyebrow inquisitively. “Y’know, shorts like these, just...when a person wears them, they don’t get to be such a Type-A personality?” The clerk grinned slyly. “Hmm,” her voice was soft and husky, “the queens would like a drone to keep around, perhaps?” I nodded enthusiastically. “Two, actually.” She stood up slowly, giving us a knowing look. “You know what? I just might have what you’re looking for, please just wait a moment.” Aubrey turned toward me, her hair falling so temptingly around her face. “You plotting something?” “It’s like she said, being royalty can be fun, but isn’t better when you’ve got someone to order around?” She snorted dismissively. “I’ve got some of those back at school already.” “Well, I’d like some toys of my own, then. When I was a guy I’d meet up with Scott and Terry down the block from here around now after work…” “Wait, the nerds?” “Yeah, they’re fucking pathetic. But I think we could get them to try on a new outlook, maybe liven up that party you were telling me about just a little bit more, too. Sound good?” “Ooh,” she purred, “look at you, Ice Queen, all ready to take your old friends and put them right under your thumb. That’s cold, Regi, so cold.” “It’s more than losers like that deserve,” I spat, fully aware that I had been one such loser just a few hours ago. “Just in luck, ladies,” the clerk returned with two more sets of shorts, one a sunny orange color and the other bubblegum pink, “I so happened to have two more in stock. I think you’ll find the effects more than satisfactory.” We eagerly paid up; I went to use some of my tip money, but Aubrey stopped me and pulled out a credit card. “My parents make me get a job, but poor Daddy just couldn’t say no to his little princess asking for a line from his account.” As she put the card in the reader I felt my shorts vibrate again, this time I was sure to send a message: shopping is fun, but it’s so much better when other people are paying for you, like Aubrey’s dad unknowingly was now. Our new mission didn’t take long to begin: we made our way toward the convenience store where I used to meet these sad little boys, and while they immediately recognized Aubrey, but introductions were in order for me. Aubrey and I had changed halfway into beachwear: our bikini tops pressed our tits up obscenely, our skin glowed bronze, our hair billowed full and proud in the warm summer breeze, and our thighs stood out from our scandalously short shorts, all womanly roundness and tone, making us look mature for our age. Getting these idiots wrapped around our fingers was easy. “Reg told us you two would be here,” Aubrey laughed, “and we need more people to invite to this party we’re going to later.” “But you’ve got to earn it,” I leaned forward so my cleavage seemed to pop out at them. “So how about a simple game of ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine’?” Terry shuffled his feet and seemed a bit antsy. He was a shorter guy, a not terrible looking mix of Middle and far Eastern features, but hopelessly and annoyingly shy. “Like, what do you mean?” Scott punched him lightly in the arm; the blonde lug was the bigger of the two, but what he had over Terry in size and outgoingness he lacked in common sense. “It means they want to see our junk, man!” I could feel Aubrey’s annoyance, but she hid it well. “Look, we’ve got these super cute outfits that we think would look amazing on boys; you put them on and model for us, and you can be our dates tonight. Deal?” “Holy shit, yeah!” Scott’s eagerness more than got the better of him; he was never too bright, never thinking there could be something more than what he saw on the surface. “W-wait man, doesn’t this seem weird?” Terry had grabbed the bigger guy’s arm and they spoke in low voices, Scott’s voice rising after a couple of seconds and making it clear what he was going to do. Terry looked resigned to going along with the peer pressure, and soon we had them behind the store stripping down for us and donning the new shorts. It was strange: I had known about their personality quirks as their friend, but now as their social superior I used that knowledge to regard them like fresh meat...or maybe even better, like clay I was ready to mould. Aubrey playfully teased Terry as she handed him the orange shorts, while I took the lead with Scott to get him to try the pink. “Don’t worry about the color,” I licked my lips seductively, “all the coolest guys at my old school are wearing it.” They both seemed uncomfortable forcing the tight, stretchy material over themselves, but watching the shock in their eyes when the changes began got me hot: I was so happy that I’d never be that sad excuse of a man again, that Aubrey and I would rule our school with iron, dazzlingly accessorized fists, and watching these two go from confusion to pleasure to full girlhood made me run my hands all over my body again. Terry was part Lebanese and part Chinese; watching his deep, tan skin smooth out, blemish free, and his dark hair become thick enough to get your hand lost in was a blast, especially when it fell in bangs above his eyes and framed his...well, her distinctive features, like her shapely nose and prominent lips. She didn’t quite develop as far as Aubrey or me, though; her chest stayed just barely at a C-cup, just a bit skinnier all over, but still delightfully curvy and beautiful in her own way; otherwise, why would we let her hang out with us? There was a pecking order, here, and she wasn’t about to break it; the slightly timid look in her eyes said as much. 

Scott’s change was funnier to me; he was always overweight, but as his blonde hair began to fall down in long tresses around his face a whole bunch of his bulk traveled all over his body, really rounding him out in all the right places. As he gradually faded away into a she, her chest looked enormous, her thighs and hips thick, her belly still a bit plump and round but more in a cute way that gave her a softness lots of guys would still find enticing. Ah well, she’d just be “the fat one” from now on, but we could keep her around. Judging by the glazed look and silly smile on her face she’d also be “the dumb one”, which suited our dynamic just fine. She might seem more “developed” than us, but she’d never be able to flaunt it and use her body the way us queen bitches could.

“I think she’s also ‘the easy one’.” Aubrey whispered to me, making us each break out laughing. I then stepped forward, ready to lay down the law with my new entourage. “Alright, ladies, here’s your life from now on: I can tell with one look that neither of you can make it on your own. You couldn’t as boys, and you can’t as girls. You,” I regarded the former Terry, who despite her new good looks and nicely updated clothing still shuffled around uncomfortably, “you can’t even look me in the eye, can you? You’ve always gone along with whatever the group wanted, because you never wanted to be the center of attention. That second part is good,” I pulled Aubrey close, “because we’re the head bitches in charge, here.” I stifled a groan; Aubrey was activating my shorts again, so I knew I was being the bad bitch she knew I could be. Ooh, now I wanted to push this even further! “But that first part has to change, otherwise you’ll get eaten alive. Why don’t you look up? Afraid I’ll change you again? Afraid I’ll tell Brey-Brey here about you pissing yourself when you slept over in sixth grade?” That got her attention. “How would you kn-” her mind seemed to be processing things, then her eyes widened in realization. “Reg…” Her eyes rolled back in her head a moment later: just as Aubrey had done to me, I had activated the vibration in her shorts. “It’s Regina. And you’re Teri, with an ‘I’, now: remember it. Go ahead and stay a follower who goes with the group; I could use having someone like you around. Stick with me, and you’ll have all the social protection you need, plus a nice dose of this feeling when I think you’ve earned it.” I released her and heard Teri pant in excitement, her mind no doubt absorbing everything I had told her like it was gospel. I then turned toward the former Scott, who was already rubbing her newly manicured fingers all over her round ass, seemingly oblivious to what I had just said. “And look at you: from meathead to bimbo, just perfect.” I spoke dryly. She giggled like the total airhead she was. “A super cute one, right?!” “Yes, yes, super cute.” I glanced at Aubrey, who smiled and nodded. I put on a sweet, friendly voice. “But super cute bimbos still need friends to chill with, don’t they? After all, don’t you think you’ll meet more cute boys with us than you would just bouncing around on your own?” “Hmmm,” she brought a finger to her lips and looked skyward, before looking back with a big smile. “OK! I’d LOVE to meet some really cute boys, they’re my fav-” I stepped forward and pressed my own impressive chest against her’s, shoved her against the wall, grabbed her butt, and moved forward to shove my tongue in her mouth. I could tell what sort of language someone like her would respond to best, and I made sure to activate her shorts at the same time that I kissed her; even better, Aubrey turned mine on just a few moments later, leaving my new pet bimbo and I lustfully moaning into one another’s mouths. I pulled back, nearly breathless. “Cute boys are fine, Steffi, but I’m your favorite. Understood?” The new girl moaned as she ran a hand over her crotch, frustrated we hadn’t kept going. I saw Teri looking at me from the corner of my eye, her face a mixture of confusion, longing, and jealousy; she was still caught up with her much more intelligent mind being pulled in many directions, but I simply held a finger up toward her. “And you just be patient: you’ll get your turn.” Aubrey snuck up behind her to hug her from behind and kiss her neck; I saw desire etched on her face, and when Aubrey’s hands made their way down her shorts I knew she was ours for good. The new Teri now faced us with an adoring look, viewing us as her high school saviors, the girls who would make sure she’d be popular enough to survive and be taken care of in the harsh, cruel jungle we intended to preside over, so long as she kept on the path we laid out for her. Steffi, meanwhile, remained content to admire herself, eager only to take in the pleasures we could bring her, a perfect happy bimbo drone who would be just as easy to control as she was easy to please. The rest of the afternoon was spent lying on the beach in brand new bathing suits; I couldn’t stop admiring my new shape, especially the way my thighs hung down with such juicy thickness, or how I could feel my ass rise behind me when I laid on my chest on the blanket. We got looks from all over as we got Teri and Steffi to oil us up nice and slowly, but right now was pure “look, don’t touch” time for the horny boys and their pervy dads. Our real fun would come tonight. We stopped by Aubrey’s place, getting a chance to meet her parents; we were perfect angels, reassuring her folks their little girl was in good hands with her new friends, and that we’d call if she stayed with us tonight after a night making snacks at a beach bonfire. For their part they were thrilled to see their pretty princess finally making friends at Spring Dunes; we shared a giggle amongst ourselves at how little they really knew. As soon as they left us alone Aubrey pulled her phone out to take pictures of each of us, getting us to pose, make kissing faces, and show off our chests; she put them all together and texted them to the guys we were meeting that night on the beach; Aubrey hadn’t been lying about the bonfire, but she could’ve made it clearer that we were the snacks. At sundown we walked off toward the sand, new outfits showing off everything we could. It was no surprise that the party was amazing: we easily passed as college girls, not that the boys would’ve cared one way or another as they supplied us with plenty of free booze. There were different groups around, more young people than you’d normally ever see on Spring Dunes, a summertime jackpot. We settled on the group that had invited Aubrey and sat around one of the fires with them: going by what she had learned when she met them at the restaurant and what we saw now, we could tell that two of the guys, Andrew and Trevor, were the leaders of this bunch, older than the rest and definitely sexier, with their strong chests, chiseled features, and better fashion senses. There were others, though, all of them cute enough in their own way but not measuring up; one of them, a skinnier guy with dark-rimmed glasses, was getting up in Aubrey’s space, while one of the more jock looking ones was trying to make a move on me; he was wearing too much body spray. We each laughed politely and excused ourselves for a moment, grabbing Teri and Steffi. “Ok,” Aubrey pointed back at the guys, who were all swigging beers and telling dumb jokes, “you’re with Specs tonight, Teri. Show him a good time, I bet he hasn’t had many.” “I…” she was still so nervous all the damn time, “I haven’t done this before, should I really-?” “Listen,” I cut in, “aren’t you sick of being a virgin? He’s not going to care what you do as long as he gets off. Go get him, girl, or you’ll make us look bad.” She gulped, but the vibrations in her shorts began, and soon my pressuring had worked; she looked determined not to give her mealtickets to popularity any reason to doubt her loyalty. “O-ok! I can’t believe I’m finally going to lose it! This will be amazing!” “But, Teri?” I held her hands softly, assuringly. “Make sure to thank us, later.” She nodded obediently and skipped forward toward her assigned target, starting a nervous-yet-flirty conversation with him. “Now, Stef-” Well, this would be simple: Steffi was already looking at two of the jock guys who were roughhousing one another and greedily licking her lips. I was curious if this girl even had any idea she had never had sex as a guy, but it wasn’t worth asking. “You want to play with those boys over there?” “Oh, yeaaah…” Aubrey leaned in and whispered to her. “Then go: if you tell them you want fun, I’m sure they’ll have plenty to share.” We laughed as we saw the ditzy blonde walk over to the two jocks, place a hand on each one’s chest, and almost immediately lead them off into the shadows near the dunes for double her pleasure. “Mission accomplished.” Aubrey winked at me and tilted her head toward Andrew and Trevor. “Shall we?” I held my arm out and she happily took us, the two of us walking in time toward our chosen beaus for the night. There wasn’t any point in formalities: Aubrey and I melted into the arms of our studs almost immediately, and let their hands feel all over us as we grinded against their laps, our hands undoing their belts as we moved our way lower, our knees eventually sinking into the cool, soft sand. Soon we were sharing and splitting time with them...and one another. By the end of the night we knew everyone had reasons to be thrilled; Teri’s breathy moans were audible off to the side, the fire’s glow illuminating her on her back with her guy on top, but it was a miracle she could be heard at all over the sound of Steffi’s happy cries, moans, and various other sounds as she allowed her eager partners the chance to switch places either behind or in front of her prone, doggy-style form. Aubrey and I, meanwhile, found ourselves bent over with one guy behind us, facing one another. Surveying our handiwork, we leaned in and exchanged a long, passionate kiss. When we broke it off Aubrey moaned, Andrew behind her thrusting away. “Ungh, yeah; sooo much better than high school nerds, right, Regi?” I ground back against Trevor, smiling ear to ear as he pulled my shorts to the side: “Oh yeah, and this summer’s gonna be the best. But,” I paused to moan, loving the feeling of my own virginity becoming a thing of the past, “you know what else is the best?” “Nnngh! No, what?” “Next school year...we are going to rule.”

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InsulaVolupe #4: Rude Awakening (TG)

Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your naaaaaaame...

And they’re always glad you caaaaa- waaaait I see wut u did ther.