“Yeah … uh … sure.”
“Now we can take it off.”
The 36F bra had done its job. Cassandra pulled it off, allowing Evan’s new breasts room to breathe. What she noticed right away was that they were exactly like hers. Evan’s skin was slightly darker, but their shape and size … they were perfect copies down to the palm-sized areolas and flat nipples.
“Oh Evan. Those are nice. How do they feel?”
“Heavy,” he said immediately. “You’ve had your fun. Now change me back.”
“So soon? You haven’t even got to know them yet. Here.” Cassandra raised a hand to the nearest breast, taking the nipple against her palm and gently pushing her fingers into the soft, supple flesh. Oh, they did feel just like hers! She squeezed it some more as her other hand went diving down to Evan’s cock. He might’ve spent his load only a few minutes ago, but his softened cock wasn’t shy about hardening between her fingertips again.
“Cassandra—”
“It’s okay. You can admit it. You really like having tits now, right? I know, I know.”
Evan closed his eyes and moaned softly.
Since Evan’s breasts appeared to be perfect clones of hers, Cassandra recalled some of her favorite techniques during foreplay. Her hand moved in slow circles over the peak of his breast, just far enough away so that the tip of the nipple remained in contact. She felt it stiffening, but never pushing out more than a quarter-inch. Hers were the same way. No matter how hard they got, they wouldn’t stick out like other girls’. Regardless, if the signs downstairs were any indication, Evan was getting really turned on from it.
“That’s … not bad,” he whispered. “Not bad at all.”
“I bet it’s more than that.” Cassandra smirked.
She moved on top of him, forcing herself into a kiss as both pairs of breasts smashed together. Evan returned the favor, but she could tell that his mind was elsewhere, lost in pleasure behind those closed eyes. With a hand still firmly around his half-erect cock, she moved down on his body and latched onto that same nipple that her hand had been on. There was barely enough there to get her lips enclosed around, but her tongue did all the rest. Evan thrashed beneath her as she flicked it back and forth. But that wasn’t enough; she gave it a sudden twist with her fingers.
“Oh shit,” Evan panted, quivering beneath her. “They’re so sensitive!”
“You bet they are. Boobs are pretty cool,” Cassandra said.
Of course his other breast couldn’t be left out of the action either. Cassandra swapped her mouth between the two of them, giving them both equal attention with her mouth and feisty fingers. Further down, she continued to stroke his cock. It was completely hard and throbbing again. There wouldn’t be much left in the cum-chamber, but Cassandra hoped she could bring him to orgasm again. From the look of it, he wasn’t far away.
By now, Evan had gotten into it. Cassandra pulled away as he squeezed his tits together, forming that dark, tight valley between them that no light could penetrate through.
“Look at that cleavage!” he exclaimed.
“Uh-huh. Those puppies would look great in a dress with a plunging neckline.”
“Oh fuck.”
As the orgasm came over him, Evan’s cock gave forth a tiny amount of cum. Cassandra took the head of it into her mouth and sucked him dry as the rest of his release oozed out. Afterward, she swallowed the tasty dessert down and sighed, returning her hand to one of his tits for one final squeeze. Evan’s body trembled.
“Amazing,” he said. “Like, they were so sensitive. And they still are.”
Cassandra grinned. “So, are you ready to have breasts full time?”
“I’m not going that far.”
“Why not? Maybe we can get you your own little stash of cute bras to keep here. And maybe some nighties, and corsets to give you a woman’s figure. Don’t you want to show your friends that cleavage you have?”
Evan continued to rub his breasts. “Oh yeah, I’m sure they won’t be freaked out by that. Sex after tonight isn’t going to be the same, is it?”
“Nope!”
It was early in the morning when Evan woke. He felt a pressure in his bladder and rolled to his side, contemplating on whether to get up or not. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds, but more sleep was waiting behind his eyelids. He just had to close them and fall under again. The turn to his side had also caused something on his chest to jiggle. Two somethings, actually. And suddenly Evan remembered all of it, putting on Cassandra’s bra and magically growing enormous tits. In a sleepy daze, he brought a hand to one and squeezed. His cock began to harden.
“Dammit,” he whispered. He yanked the sheets aside and went to take care of his bladder.
He couldn’t take his eyes off them. They bounced with each step, down and up, side to side, ricocheting off each other. It was rather mesmerizing. Having a pair of tits was a huge distraction. He tried holding them to prevent them from moving, but then his nipples were hardening, and his cock had taken this as a sign to become even more swollen. Lining it up for an early morning piss required every bit of concentration from his tired mind.
After finishing up, he heard the front door opening and closing, and a set of keys jangling. Brandi was just coming down the hallway as Evan was exiting the bathroom.
Her eyes went right to his tits. “Oh my God. Evan? You’ve—”
“Yeah.”
“The app did that? It gave you boobs?”
“Sure did.” He tried to cross his arms, but doing so under his pendulous breasts just felt awkward. He settled for leaning against the door instead. “You know about it?”
“Cassandra showed me last night.” Her eyes bounced to his breasts. “Some of … the features.” And again. “I had no idea it’d work on you too. Those are completely real?”
Evan yawned. “Seems so.”
“May I feel them?”
It wasn’t easy to say “no” to that. In the short time since acquiring a massive pair of funbags, Evan had come to realize that having them groped felt really amazing, whether the hands belonged to him or Cassandra. So, when Brandi offered to do the same, he didn’t refuse. Besides, they were just sorta hanging out there for anyone to touch. He had slept without the bra, despite Cassandra’s insistence for proper support. His back ached a little from their weight, but not enough that he was about to go fetch some piece of ladies’ underwear just to feel better.
Brandi came up to him and gave each a soft squeeze. Her curious fingers pulled back, and her eyes widened.
“They are real. And they look huge. How big are they?”
“36F,” Evan recalled. “The same size as Cassandra’s biggest bra.”
“Just like the other night,” Brandi said. “She showed me how her boobs changed size depending on which bra she wore. She had to take photos of them for it to work, or something. It was bizarre.” Her finger performed a slow circle around Evan’s left nipple. “You like them?”
Evan shrugged. “Well …”
“You must.” She nodded her head towards Evan’s crotch, where the front of his briefs was absolutely tented with morning wood. She grabbed it through the material and gave it a squeeze. “I think it’s my turn with you.”
“You’ll get no objection from me.”
Evan felt like the luckiest man on Earth. Not many guys had two girlfriends. Better yet, he didn’t have to keep one relationship a secret from the other. Both girls were perfectly okay with sharing! Of course, he hadn’t imagined a situation quite like this one when accepting the offer of having Brandi and Cassandra all to himself. But he wasn’t complaining.
Brandi kissed him softly while stroking his erection through his underwear and pinching one of his nipples. She was still wearing her scrubs from work, but she quickly discarded them. Evan held back a laugh when he realized that his tits were bigger than hers. And it wasn’t even close! He had seen the tags on her bras—34A. Compared to his, they might as well have been flat.
“Mm
mm, so soft, like hers,” Brandi said, now squeezing his breast with a little more intensity. Evan winced as the fingers really pressed into his sensitive tit-flesh. The nipple was already fully engorged. “You like having them played with?”
He exhaled sharply. “Yeah. It’s amazing.”
“Moan for me, Evan,” she told him, before going down to her knees and hooking a pair of fingers under the waistband of his underwear. She yanked it down, causing his cock to spring out. He was completely hard.
Just like the night before, Evan felt exponentially turned on. He couldn’t explain how it all worked having both tits and a fully functional cock. Probably no one could. It felt like the amount of pleasure centers in his body had tripled. Before, he only had his manhood to jerk off, but now he had two hot buttons not far below his chin. So, after Brandi began massaging both of his boobs and taking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth, he really began to squirm. The moans came automatically.
With the heat in his loins intensifying, he felt the urge to do as Brandi was. Squeezing his new breasts was just so addicting. And with the nipples as hard as rocks, they were impossible to ignore. Having four hands kneading his tits was like nothing else in the world. Both of them were so warm and soft, and so incredibly sensitive that his body seemed to writhe with a strange, new energy embedded within his new fleshy assets. He pushed his pelvis forward, and Brandi took half of his manhood into her mouth. He felt the tongue wrapping around it, teasing the tip.
Having huge tits was incredible.
In no time at all, he felt the oncoming climax. Evan hated that he hadn’t lasted that long, but he didn’t really have a choice. With a brief warning before the explosion, he groaned deeply as a rush of warm seed exploded into Brandi’s mouth. Just like Cassandra, she loved cleaning him thoroughly, and every drop of it went straight down her throat.
When his cock popped free of her mouth, he saw that it was wet and shiny. No bit of cum remained.
Brandi licked her lips. “Oh Evan, that was delicious.” She rose to her feet again. “Cassandra really found something special. You should definitely keep these babies when you’re in our house.” She gave each another squeeze.
Evan’s toes curled.
“Where’s her phone at?”
“Still in her bedroom, I think,” he said, catching his breath. “She’s probably still sleeping.”
“That’s fine. I’m just going to borrow her phone for a bit.”
They went down the hallway and back into Cassandra’s bedroom. As expected, she was still asleep. The sheets were a tangle around her naked body, and one arm was hanging off the edge of the mattress. The phone was right there on the dresser. Cassandra had plugged it in overnight to charge the battery, but Brandi immediately unhooked the micro USB cable and turned it on.
She looked around at the room. “God, she’s so lazy. And look at all her clothes. She wastes all her money on stuff she won’t ever wear. I can’t understand girls like her.” She turned to Evan. “She still hasn’t paid me for the rent, and I sent in the money two days ago. She blows all her income on stupid clothes.”
“I’m sure she’ll pay you. She still has her job.”
“Babysitting? Ha.” Brandi placed her hands on her hips. “I’m the one doing all the work, paying all the bills. Come on. I want to see what else this phone can do.”
Evan swallowed and followed Brandi across the hall, into the other bedroom.
“It doesn’t seem possible,” she said, observing the phone’s screen. “I remember her saying she took a picture. That must be this camera icon.” She pressed it. “There we go. And now we need an article of clothing. I have an idea.”
Evan idly groped his new tits while Brandi checked out the app on Cassandra’s phone. They were good for that, so squishy, and the nipples always responsive. He watched as they both grew again. It wasn’t long before he was flicking them with his thumbs.
When he looked up, Brandi had removed her panties and placed them on the bed. The phone clicked—an artificial piece of audio to mimic the sound of a camera’s shutter—and she happily gazed at the screen as a third item was added to the list in the center. She showed it to Evan.
RED LACE HIGH-CUT PANTIES, SIZE 7.
How does it get all that from a photo? Evan wondered. This magical technology was something else.
Brandi rolled the underwear into a ball and held it out in front of Evan. “So, you have the tits. You want what a real woman has down there?”
“Me?” he croaked. “I—”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Brandi assured him. “If it works like everything else, I can take a picture of your briefs, and then you can put those on and turn back to normal. It looks real simple.”
Evan wasn’t so sure. “This is some seriously crazy stuff we’re messing around with. And Cassandra probably doesn’t want you playing around with her phone.”
“She’s asleep.”
“Yeah, but when she wakes up—”
“Oh, just put the damn things on.” Brandi tossed the undergarment at him. “Get yourself a pussy so I can eat you out. Trust me. You’ll love it.”
Evan reached down and grabbed Brandi’s panties, and almost dropped them again. He wasn’t a stranger to touching women’s underwear—and taking them off—but never had he picked up a pair with the sole intention of putting them on. A bottomless Brandi stood between him and the doorway. It was clear that she wasn’t going to let him leave until he slid the lacy garment up his hairy legs.
His cock began to stiffen again. Yeah, what a big help you are, he told it. It didn’t listen.
Following a deep breath, Evan slipped out of his male briefs and then focused on the bright red replacement for them. He wiggled himself into them one leg at a time and situated the waistband right over his hips. They were irritatingly clingy, and there was absolutely no hope for his cock to fit comfortably in the front. It poked out through the left leg-hole, mostly erect again. Evan frowned at it.
“Looks like someone likes wearing lingerie,” Brandi said.
“It’s because I was touching my boobs,” Evan explained.
“Right.”
Just like with his new chest, Evan felt nothing when the changes began. He was a man with tits identical to one of his girlfriends while wearing a pair of panties that belonged to his other girlfriend. In perhaps the time it took to take in a breath, his cock vanished. Evan almost missed it as it pulled back into his groin, leaving a flat surface all the way down between his thighs. At the rear, his ass bubbled outward, stretching the back portion of the panties taut. Shocked by this sudden redistribution of weight, he reached back and grabbed his very female ass with both hands. The wedgie the panties were giving him now—in the back and front—could only be described as awkward.
Brandi covered her mouth. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit,” Evan agreed.
“It worked! It actually fucking worked. Unreal.”
For the first time in at least nine or ten hours, Evan’s tits weren’t the center of attention. He craned his neck around them—and even pushed them into his chest—just to get a look at the most recent changes. His crotch was definitely flat. That only meant one thing. Just like with Cassandra’s 36F bra giving him massive boobs, the panties had worked to change his body for that perfect fit. And the only way for them to fit perfectly was to be a girl down there.
Brandi came closer, now fully intrigued by what the app could do. She didn’t warn Evan before thrusting a hand between his legs and caressing his new nether region. His legs trembled as a bolt of pleasure raced through his body.
“Oh!” Brandi grinned. “There it is. Evan, I can feel your pussy under your panties. And there?” She focused her index finger on a tiny region near the front. A bump was swelling just beneath the lace. “That’s your clit.”
“Dear God.”
“Yeah, it’s real. As real as mine.” The hand departed from his groin, but only for a moment before it returned
and pushed underneath the material. Now, Evan clearly felt her fingertips against his new sex organs. The bits and pieces that had replaced his cock and balls didn’t protrude much at all from his body, but they were very sensitive, and noticeably damp. Brandi commented on it as his cheeks turned a rosy shade of red. He was suddenly burning up as if his own skin were a set of winter clothes.
Brandi didn’t settle for ordinary exploration. From the get-go, as Evan inferred from her actions, her main intention was to get him off by utilizing that new hole between his legs. It felt strange without his cock, like some part of his body had been cleanly and painlessly chopped right off. This disconnect was what Evan worried about. Without his male parts, there was no way he was going to get aroused by this. It just wasn’t possible.
Then, Brandi inserted a finger into his new entrance, and all was forgotten about his cock.
“Wow, that’s tight,” she said. “Really tight.”
“Yeah?” Evan had a hard time finding his voice.
“We need to stretch you out some.”
“I don’t know about—”
“Just stop talking and come over here.” She pushed him down to the bed. “Spread your legs more. That’s it.”
The panties didn’t stay on for long. Evan felt them being tugged down his legs. By the time he was able to see around his massive tits, they were already off. Still, he couldn’t really see his new crotch. The absence of his cock was obvious, sure, and there was some pubic hair left over from the transformation, but that new slit between his legs was out of sight completely. But he definitely felt it. Brandi returned a finger to it and pushed it halfway in. Further down on the bed, his toes curled. Meanwhile, an intermittent burst of pleasure radiated throughout his loins. Evan turned his mouth towards the ceiling and exhaled softly. Her finger was really inside him!
Brandi pinned her dark hair behind her ear. “You really have a pussy. I can’t believe this.”
“How’s it … how’s it look?”
“Like a pussy,” Brandi said plainly. “What else do I need to say? And you’re even a little wet.”
“I’m what?”
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