Candi Box
by: Zedd

 

I volunteered to watch over my girlfriends place until she came back from her trip to Las Vegas. She was already filthy rich! The house she had was furnished exquisitely, with real paintings hanging on the walls, and real sculptures sitting on oak or marble pedestals.

I made myself comfortable easily enough, and mostly watched television or read until her return. After a few days of this however, I found myself exploring every nook and crack she had in the place. On the third day, I found a small box covered with strange markings the like of which I’d never seen before. Curiosity got the best of me and despite the box not belonging to me, I brought it out to the living room and began to go over it with keen, clever eyes.

You see, I work with the museum cataloging new pieces as they come in from strange and exotic locales, often spending hours with one identifying it properly. A good job for someone like me who prefers to spend most of my time alone. I have the unique privilege of being able to come in whenever I please.

For the next several hours I spent alternating examining the box and watching TV. It perplexed me Barbara should have something so bizarre and not have told me, knowing how I liked such things. It was obviously not a relic, nor was it aged at all. I thought it was just a very clever puzzle box from another country. Just as I ran my fingers over a portion of the lid, feeling something click and having the lid suddenly pop open, did I realize that maybe this was a present for me, although I didn’t see the name ‘Jeff’ anywhere on it.

It would make perfect sense really for Barbara to have this box set aside for my birthday, which was coming up in only a week. I suddenly felt a little guilty in betraying her trust in me.

I sat there and peered into the box, forgetting everything else then, and looked at a folded piece of material that hinted there was something beneath. I got excited and gently picked up the material, ready to catch anything that might fall out of it, and placed whatever it was on the table.

Except There wasn’t anything else in the box! I guess it wasn’t a puzzle box after all.

Perplexed, I looked at the folded cloth and decided to find out what it was since it was the only thing that was inside. I gingerly unfolded the material, marveling at the feel of it as I did so, and spread it out until it was entirely in front of me. I was definitely disappointed.

Lying in front of me was a dress. A simple kind that ended at the knees I would guess. All white with no lace or trimmings of any kind. Or anyway to adjust the fit, either. There were no zippers, buttons, or any way to get into it, other than to pull it on like an extra long T-shirt. The material was very similar to a woman’s slip, very smooth and sexy feeling.

I felt a portion of the dress with my fingers, noting how soft and silky it was. I knew that the material wasn’t made to stretch at all. If the dress was not your size to begin with, it would never fit you.

I knew the dress didn’t belong to Barbara, it wasn’t her size. I knew something of sizes and I was sure it wouldn’t fit her. In fact, it would fit me better than her. I laughed to myself. You see Barbara is voluptuous, having big hips and tits, where this dress was made for a thinner woman having no hips or bust. It would fit me better than her, I laughingly joked to myself.

I suddenly got the strangest desire to try on the dress, to see how it would make me look! I really wanted to see how it would feel against my bare skin! I tried to put it out of my mind, but seeing it lying there kept bugging me until finally I shed my clothes and picked it up.

At first I looked for a label but could find none. Standing naked, I giggled at doing something wicked, or kinky, and slipped it over my head. As the material caressed itself over my face, I felt a tingling which ended as soon as the dress fell into place over my body.

The material was sheer and cool causing my nipples to stand erect, making definite points on my chest. Goose bumps stood up all over my body as I walked around the room feeling how the dress seemed to hug the upper part of my legs. The dress fell just 2" above my knees and seemed to be somewhat snug, making walking a new experience. Where before I was able to make long strides, now I could barely take a decent stop without feeling the material snap tight, making me feel like I was going to trip.

I walked over to the wall mirror, the material again hindering me, causing me to take smaller steps, and looked at myself. I had to admit I looked silly. I looked closely and realized that something about my face seemed different to me. I peered into the mirror and turned my head this way and that, trying to put my finger on what I wasn’t immediately seeing. Then it dawned on me that my face was very smooth, flawless really, as if I had already shaved that morning, which I hadn't. In fact, to my eyes my face had taken up a slightly feminine quality to it where before there wasn’t any! The eyebrows seemed to be a little thinner and slightly arched, and the nose was just a tad smaller, making my eyes appear to be larger. Or were my eyes actually larger? No, that was impossible.

Shrugging, I walked back to the box with the intention of taking off the dress when I again started to notice something odd. This time it was very fleeting because it was nothing I could see with my eyes. Something else, the way I chose to walk perhaps, or maybe the way this dress seems to hamper my movements. It wasn’t really that obvious I told myself. Merely the act of doing something so weird has gotten my imagination working.

I suddenly had the wild desire to try on heels and stockings, wondering if they did anything to my walk or legs! I really wanted to know how they felt, too! I’ve often wondered how women could walk around in such things without falling. It took only a few minutes for me to find an old pair of Barbara’s heels in the back of her closet. They were a white also! I then grabbed a pair of her nude stockings, knowing how careful I would have to be. I had the distinct feeling of tightness around my body. I knew the material wouldn’t stretch, so I must be putting some serious stress in certain places.

After the stockings were on I slipped my feet into the 4" heels, thinking what the likelihood of them even fitting were. I was surprised when they not only went on my feet, but also were extremely comfortable! I sat on the couch with my legs bent at an unusual angle, and looked at the heels that were causing my feet to bend down so severely. Nice I thought, moving my legs back and forth, giving me different angles to look at! They could even pass for a pair of woman’s legs!

The material of the dress was so sheer; I continually got goose bumps, causing me to shiver at times. My nipples were constantly erect and the gliding of the dress over them only caused them to become even more sensitive. I couldn’t help it as I first scratched one nipple then the other, as the sensations became too distracting.

I stood up slowly, savoring the feeling of having heels on my feet for the first time in my life, and took a hesitant step. The material across my legs wouldn’t let me take more than a little one before snapping tight. The heel made my foot arch so severely, I thought my foot would break when I put weight on it, when if fact it felt almost natural! I took several steps around the living room, enjoying the strange feeling of heels and new vantage of height. With the heels I guess I was about 6’3" now. Looking around though nothing seemed to be different. I didn’t feel any taller, in fact, everything seemed to be a little bigger than before! I guess wearing heels really throws off your perceptions of distance and stuff.

I walked into Barbara’s bedroom, not rally knowing why, and looked around. A typical woman’s bedroom with canopy bed, lots of fluffy pillows and lace, all done in soft pastels. I’d never have an opportunity like this again so I’d better make the best of it! I opened her closet and looked at all the clothes she had. Quite a collection, but none of it would fit me decently. On the other hand, her lingerie would do nicely!

I started to get an erection thinking about what I was going to do. I’d never done anything like this before, and the prospects of doing something so out in left field made me feel so . . . unrestrained! I was going to dress as a woman, just this once, and see how it felt to be on the softer side of life!

I ran my fingers through my hair, removing several locks out of my face, and opened up her dresser drawers. Then I realized that my hair wasn’t supposed to be long and looked up into the mirror in front of me.

In the mirror was myself with long hair! Before, my hair was almost a military cut, something Barbara wanted to change, but now it hung in thick, shiny curls halfway down my back! Even more unsettling was the color change form brown to blond! Not a dark blond either but a sun-bleached blond with strands of gold-blond through it! Even my eyebrows were lighter!

I gasped as I looked at my face closer for I saw even more changes than my hair and eyebrows! My eyes were larger, rounder and were surrounded by long, thick black lashes that belonged on the cover of some make-up magazine. My nose was definitely smaller, and my lips were thicker, more sensuous. Even kissable, I had to admit! My face was no longer an oval but more of a heart, with a small chin below a pouty lower lip!

I didn’t know what was going on, but I did know I wanted to get out of there! I quickly walked back into the living room, heels clicking on the hardwood, and sat on the couch in front of the box. As soon as I sat down though, I saw something else inside. I reached my hand inside and pulled out a piece of yellowed paper, parchment really. I quickly scanned the words on it.

'The BOX helps to achieve the right look for any woman. It is important to realize that any outside information will result in unsavory changes that will not be undone, nor is there any guarrantee that the look a-chieved will be the one sought for. It is not recommeded to use the BOX for more than a few minutes at a time. Any uses derived from the BOX will be solely the responsibility of the user. WARNING! Not for use by men!'

What was this?! I wasn’t ready to believe any of this! I was looking for an explanation as to why my face changed. The first thing to do is to remove what I was wearing and take a bath and hope when I got out I’d be back to normal.

I took off the 4" heels only to find my feet continuing to point down, as if I was still wearing them. I stood up and tried to flatten my feet but received only pain, as if the tendons had shortened making it too painful. I sat on the couch with my feet pointing down and my knees together because of the hem of the dress. I realized that I was sitting just like a girl would! I sighed in frustration and removed a long lock of blond hair out of my face. The stockings looked good on my legs, however.

I was thinking what I was going to do next as I absently scratched at my nipple again, and received a shock. I was accustomed to feeling a somewhat muscular chest whenever I touched myself there, but instead I felt a large, sensitive mound of very soft, pliable flesh with a large, equally sensitive nipple attached! Looking down, I saw that I had sprouted breasts! The material was sheer enough that I could see the faint rosy hue of my nipple, and the soft roundness of the tit that wasn’t there before! I stood up in alarm and looked down, hoping I was just imagining things. There sat two unmistakable breasts pushing out the thin material of the dress. They weren’t very big, that’s true, but still hard to ignore. The nipples were very large however, and were erect from the soft fabric that slid against it!

I grabbed both breasts with my hands, feeling how soft they were, and thought how impossible this was. A guy doesn’t’ grow breasts! At least in one afternoon he doesn’t.

I walked around the living room on tiptoe, it being too painful to walk flat-footed, and tried to make sense of what was happening. My blond hair would occasionally fall into my face causing me to twist my head about, swinging the hair behind me girlishly. I stood in the corner of the living room, hanging onto a table and tried to think of what to do. Okay, maybe the dress was doing this. As stupid as that sounded, I really had nothing else to go on. I would just take off the dress. Simple enough, I thought.

I took a few steps, hoping I wasn’t going to need corrective surgery or something, and reached for the back of the dress. Somehow it had become so snug that I was having difficulty pulling it over my head! I pulled on the bottom and realized I couldn’t move it over my hips! When had it gotten so tight? In fact, looking down at my body past the mounds that were there, I could see that over my stomach it was very snug, compressing me from all sides. Over my hips it seemed very tight and seemed to sort of mold itself to me.

Suddenly I had a searing pain shoot through my ankles, causing me to stagger over to the couch and sit down. I massaged them, my gaze settling on the heels beside me, and thought that if I were going to walk anywhere I would have to wear them. Reluctantly, I slipped the heels back onto my feet and was instantly rewarded by a wave of comfort that flowed over my feet and ankles! I sat back and sighed, wishing only for the sensation to continue further up my body!

I stood up and looked down at my body, noting that my breasts were larger cones of flesh that made the dress point out obscenely. Did I say ‘my breasts’? I didn’t know what was making these changes, nor did I know how to stop them, other than slicing the dress up with an especially sharp knife. For some reason I was having a hard time excepting the idea of the dress being magical, or something. I was beginning to realize I was dealing with something out of the ordinary. I ran my hands over my waist and hips, trying to get a feel for a change, at the same time causing goose bumps to raise up everywhere. From what I could tell, my waist was smaller by some degree and my hips were larger. It even felt like they were expanding! I ran my hands over my ass, immediately wishing I hadn’t! It felt like my ass was twice the size it had been before, and the dress was still fitting like a second skin even though I had changed! I stood up abruptly and felt my breasts bounce wildly. Before I could have hidden them under a tight fitting shirt, except for the nipples, but now I’d need a bra just to keep them from bouncing around!

Clicking around Barbara’s home made me wish I’d never even put the heels on. They made so much racket! I needed to do something or I’d go crazy! I decided to go out and get something to drink from the liquor store. I would have to wear something else however because if someone saw me like this, they would think I was a hooker, or something! Wearing my own clothes wouldn’t hide my breasts or curves, so I was digging through what Barbara had that I could borrow! From a drawer I picked out some underwear. Nothing fancy really, just white satin with a little lace. It was the only pair that was the least feminine, if you could believe that. I tried to pull the dress up but couldn’t get the hem past my thighs, so I smoothed it back down, stepped into the panties and slid them up under the dress. This was going to work I thought as I worked them farther up my thighs. Grasping them through the dress, I pulled them up one last time. When I did this, my balls popped up into my body causing me to shriek in a high-pitched wail, which sounded very strangely to me! The panties were snugly in place with my cock sort of pointing back between my legs giving my crotch a perfectly smooth front. I took a hesitant step around the room, testing the comfort of my genitalia, hoping I wasn’t going to lose that next. I thought about removing the dress right then, sensing some sort of weakening, but instead found my hands smoothing the dress back down. For some reason I wanted to continue wearing it. A part of me was fascinated with what was going on!

My erect nipples were so sensitive from the sheer fabric of the dress continually sliding over them, I thought I would die if I didn’t cover them up. I decided I needed to wear a bra if I was going to be able to think clearly. For some reason, the constant stimulation on my nipples was beginning to have a toll on my body! Under the circumstances I’d think nothing of it, but having your whole body change on you for no reason puts your grip on reality a bit further than what I’m used to reaching for. Plus the fact that I felt horny but didn’t have an erection like I should. My dick was semi-hard but only 4" long, and a lot thinner than it was.

I pulled out one of Barbara’s white satin bras and decided to see if it would fit me. I checked the tag and saw it was a 36 D. She was rather busty, but that was one reason why I liked her so much. Actually, it was two. I knew it would be too big but I wanted something to cover my nipples up.

I hesitated in taking the dress off. Somehow, I knew I could take it off right then, all I had to do was grab the bottom and pull it straight up and off. But I didn’t. I don’t know why, but I loved having breasts! What was happening to me?! I brought my hands up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them tightly! I closed my eyes and thought of them being really big! I was aroused by the idea and started to move about sensuously, gyrating my hips and thrusting my tits out like an exotic dancer. I couldn’t help it really, it was like someone else took over! I started feeling myself all over, arousing myself further! Before I knew what was happening I started to orgasm! One huge orgasm that hit with the force of a hurricane, with great huge waves of pleasure washing over me! I passed out.

I woke up some time later in the middle of Barbara’s floor rug. I didn’t feel right somehow, as if someone had taken a hold of me and twisted. I couldn’t focus very well and tried to sit up, precipitating a headache behind my eyes that made me moan. Bracing myself with one arm, I massaged my temple with my hand, rubbing the pain out of my head. Before long I opened my eyes and gasped in surprise! My breasts weren’t really bigger, at least they didn’t stick out as far as they did before, but they were fuller! Rounder, really! I cold only guess that I was closer to fitting into Barbara’s bra after all.

I staggered to my feet looking for a tape measure. The way my body moved seemed wrong to me now. There was a definite roll to my hips that wasn’t there before and an overwhelming urge to stick out my ass whenever I stood. I found the tape and measured myself around my waist, trying to remember what it should have been. I knew I changed, but the waist measurement read 24"! Was that correct? I did it again just to be sure. 24"! I ran the tape around my hips, fearing the worst since they looked bigger than my waist. I almost fainted when the tape read 36".

I threw the tape somewhere, muttering that what I really needed right now was a drink. I knew my clothes would not fit at all anymore so looked inside her dresser for a pair of jeans. I examined myself in the mirror, turning sideways, and decided not to even bother. I looked plenty good already. I mean, if I was a woman, then I looked really good! All I wanted right now was to get plastered and try to figure the whole thing out tomorrow.

Standing in front of the mirror, I adjusted the material trying to get it to look decent, but it was no use, My hips were just wide enough to stretch the dress tightly over the hugely rounded cheeks of my ass, outlining them obscenely. It also pulled the material up showing the tops of the stockings that I still wore! I had to admit however that the look I saw was really erotic! At least it did the hob where my breasts were. The dress was cut low and sexy but only showed a little cleavage. I found if I bent a certain way, it would gap open showing the full breasts that were mine. Of course, the material did nothing to hide the jutting nipples. You could even tell how rosy-pink they were!

I was going to get a bottle and come back from this drive up liquor store I knew about. That way I wouldn’t even have to get out. I grabbed my black leather jacket and headed out to my corvette, hair swinging and heels clacking all the way. I could feel my C cup tits bouncing with every step, which caused my already engorged nipples to rub against the material and poke out even further!

Soon I was heading down the highway with the radio blasting. Driving in heels was a change that at least came easy for me. I turned into the liquor store and pulled up to the window, noting that inside was a very attractive brunette! I was astonished at how beautiful she was!

I rolled down my window, wondering if she were interested in anything when I realized just how I looked. I felt even more dejected and frustrated, determined now to get very drunk tonight.

"Hi, beautiful. What can I get for you?" She said slowly as she leaned out the window, just enough for me to realize she was stacked! Her satin blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show some cleavage, and she wasn’t wearing a bra! I looked long and hard at her breasts, barely contained inside their smooth prison, and licked my lips in arousal. Just then I felt little tingles go through my hips, waist and breasts, causing my nipples to become even more erect.

I realized I had been staring and quickly apologized. She had green eyes that looked at me with mirth, laughing in a friendly way, almost telling me it was okay. Actually, she was staring at my breasts, and with her vantage she got a real good view, too.

"I, uh . . . " My chest started to feel a little warm, and I could feel my nipples pointing the front of the dress out! I was aroused at the idea of going to bed with this vixen, who obviously liked me, too! I smiled at her, boldly letting my gaze fall upon her splendid breasts and leaned a little closer. I knew I was bending that certain way, allowing her to get an unobstructed view, but I didn’t care. I even pulled my jacket open for her, making it seem it had been in my way!

I glanced down at my chest briefly, then looked again. Were they bigger? I looked at her, but all she did was smile and lean out a little further.

"My name’s Lisa. I really like your car." She said smiling. She kept glancing down at my chest, which seemed to make me squirm in my seat. Something was happening again but didn’t know what! My crotch was stimulated in a peculiar way, like it was getting warm, wet and itchy, and it kept forcing me to squirm around trying to scratch it! I also started to get the really weird feeling I was sitting on a pillow!

"Hi, Lisa. My name’s . . ." My voice sounded almost alien to me. It was softer and higher! Just right for a sexy girl! Also, I couldn’t tell her what my real name was! I quickly thought up a more appropriate one.

". . Candi! With an i. It’s very nice to meet you." I couldn‘t help myself, but as I said that last one, I looked right at her chest! They seemed to call to me! I was really confused, but turned on!

"I’m glad you see something you like. I see what I like, too." She purred to me in a sensuous voice. "You know I get off soon. Maybe you could pick me up?" I smiled, knowing what she was thinking, and found myself saying I would be back when she got off. "Thanks. What can I get for you . . .right now?" she asked me, her eyes glued to mine. I think I mumbled something about a bottle, but I don’t remember. She did come back with a bottle and leaned out to hand it to me, her blouse opened a bit further, providing me with a lasting view of her bountiful cleavage! My breath caught in my throat as my eyes poured over her. I was leaning out my window without knowing it, even as she leaned even further out, her breasts bulging from her blouse. Suddenly our mouths met in a kiss that did things to me! Her tongue forced its way into my mouth causing me to moan aloud! I kissed her back, caught in the moment of lust, not knowing what would come of it, until finally she leaned back. I drew back also, breathing heavy, realizing that I was horny as hell for Lisa!

"So I’ll see you soon." She giggled at me. I smiled at her and drove out onto the highway wondering if I would indeed come back for her. Damn, but I was aroused! I looked down at my chest and saw how obvious my nipples were poking out the dress. She surely could see that, I thought to myself. I looked down again and realized that my breasts were larger than before!

As I drove down the highway, thankful for the bottle near me, I kept glancing down at my chest. When I left the house they were a full and bouncy C cup, but now I thought they looked more like D cups! My feelings were being torn in half! Half of me thought they looked huge on me, because I was a guy, but the other part of me really got turned on and hoped they would get bigger!

I got back to the house, running inside as best I could while wearing 4" heels. Even so, I could feel my hips gyrate, my buttocks jiggle and my breasts bouncing wildly the whole trip! Once inside, I looked at myself in the hall mirror and gasped! My hair had become golden and wild! It was so full, I thought I was in a rock band or something. I really got a surprise when I looked at my face though. I was wearing make-up! And not just a little either! My eyes had liner, mascara and color! Different shades of pink and purple! The lashes were incredibly long! I had a little rouge on but my lips were the most eye-catching of all! They were full and wet looking, covered with a very pink lipstick, and extremely pouty!

I must have staggered back form the mirror a little because I caught a view of my body! My chest did increase, but not as much as I thought. They bulged out of the dress, commanding their own attention. The rosy nipples showed clearly through the thin material, reminding me how horny I was, and still am!

Since the dress had become so tight across my hips and ass, it had ridden up on my flight inside the house, clearly showing the tips of the stockings as well as the white panties I had on beneath. I set the bottle down on a table, careful not to let it fall, and straightened the dress out. As I ran my hands down my sides, I began to wonder at the changes, and just where they were leading me. My middle had indeed shrunken, leaving me with schoolgirls’ waist, as well as my hips having expanded, leaving me with the hips of a mother of twenty. I really don’t know what kind of hips I had actually, only that they weren’t mine. They looked entirely too wide! But feeling the flesh beneath the dress, the waist was soft and small, the hips being firm, I knew I had some serious thinking to do. Like what was I going to do when Barbara came home? Take her to bed and make love to her all night long! Of course!

I turned sideways and looked at my ass. Oh my. It was big, soft, round and cried to everyone to come and get it! Maybe it was the heels, but I didn’t care for the way it jutted out behind me. On someone else, definitely. But not me! But then again, it did look really hot!

And I didn’t know where all the hair came from, either. It fell all the way down to the top of my ass. That deliciously rounded ass in the mirror!

For all practical purposes, I was a woman now. Anyone looking at me could see that, no matter what I would say or do. I picked up the bottle and walked into the living room. I was going to get out of this dress and find me something else to wear. Maybe leather!

I set the bottle down, having an idea, and started for the bedroom. The heels made a clacking sound as I walked in time with the swaying and gyration of my ass and hips. I became aware of moving with my arms up slightly so I didn’t bump my hips. It made me feel so feminine I purposely folded my arms across my chest. This pushed up my bosom until it was bulging out the top of the dress. Frustrated, I simply let my arms fall, and proceeded to look for a certain outfit I remember seeing Barbara wore.

I stood there in the middle of her room with my hands on my hips when I caught my reflection in her mirror. Did my hips get bigger? I looked at myself in the mirror a little closer, trying to detect any more changes. I was getting confused. It almost seemed there was another voice in my head.

My breasts were larger, of that I was sure. They had to be D cups now. And so soft and sensitive!

I looked around the room, digging through her closet and dresser, trying to find it, when I came across the tape measurer. I decided to measure myself again. Taking the tape, I wrapped it around my waist and almost choked! 22"!! I was not liking what the tape was bound to say about my hips since they looked so big, but measured them anyway. I was right when I read the tape. 39"! I didn’t know what Barbara’s measurements were but felt I could now wear here jeans. I took out a pair that I knew looked hot on her shapely ass and slipped them up my stocking covered legs. They stopped when they got to my hips. I actually felt the back edge of the jeans straining at the bottom of my ass cheeks! That would mean I was bigger then Barbara! And a lot more sexy! Should I just go around wearing the dress and panties? The idea made me feel strange. The only reason I would need to put anything on was to pick up that Lisa chick.

The thought of that beautiful woman at the liquor store made my nipples get even harder. I looked down at my breasts, amazed at the sensations I got just from my nipples swelling under the dress, and watched the huge rosy colored tips push out the satin material. I resisted the urge to reach up and play with them.

My nipples became erect and jutted out about 1" and were the size of my middle finger, definitely a difference from my old nipples. The feelings that centered on my nipples were intense, making it hard for me to ignore them. I was aroused even more and wanted some action, specifically some Lisa action!

Just then I realized something! The dress was obviously responsible for my continuing transformation, but I didn’t have the will to remove it! I wanted to wear it, to have tits and a big ass! Otherwise I would have taken it off long ago. Even now, looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t want to take it off. The dress was so sheer and smooth, I became even more aroused at the prospect of hands running over it, feeling the soft flesh beneath. I needed sex right then! I wanted Lisa in my arms, to kiss and fondle. I wanted her on top of me, with her breasts against my face! Damn!

In Barbara’s mirror, I saw a woman that had an overwhelming need, the lust plain on he face, the nipples easily seen through the thin material of the dress. I looked down and saw how the panties seemed to be digging into the sides of her hips, as if they were too small, and watched as she pulled the dress up and slipped them off, revealing a small blond triangle of hair, wispy thin, yet very sexy. I looked at the woman again. She was in a white, semi-transparent dress, nude stockings and white 4" heels, and looked very hot to me. I turned from the mirror, the fabric very cool and slick, almost tickling me, and walked out into the living room.

I looked in the mirror in the hall again, knowing that what I would see would be a slut, but not really caring. I was right, of course. There I stood, changed beyond all doubts into a woman, ready to go out and pick up another woman for some hot, lesbian sex! Just the thought makes me giggle sexily and arch my back, thrusting out those big breasts of mine with their huge, hot nipples.

It didn’t take me long to get to the liquor store. When I arrived, Lisa was just locking the place up. Seeing me, she waved and hopped into the passenger seat giving me a quick kiss in greeting. Seeing her again made me realize just how horny I truly was. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to the fourth button, exposing all her cleavage as well as a good portion of both breasts. Her nipples were erect and easily seen through the fabric, making my crotch feel warm and wet. I was starting to get that feeling again, that something was changing on me!

"I’m glad you came back." She smiled at me, glancing down at my breasts obviously. "I was thinking about you all the while you wee gone."

"Oh?" I said. I liked how she smelled. Kind of like flowers. "Like what?" I prompted her.

"Like this." She replied sliding over to me. Her left arm snaked around my neck while her right went around my waist. Her mouth slowly met mine, enough for me to say something if she thought she was going too fast. Our lipsticks mingled until I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her while she kissed me, enjoying her body and scent. I was going wild from the sensations she was creating in me, her tongue in my mouth, when suddenly her right hand slid up to softly squeeze my left breast! I couldn’t help myself as I moaned aloud, sucking on her tongue! My nipple felt like hot iron in the palm of her hand!

Finally the kiss ended and she retreated somewhat, leaving me lusting after more. I must have looked it for she smiled tenderly at me.

"I really like what you have on. It’s so sexy. It covers, but shows at the same time." Her hand slowly came up to caress my face and neck. "You’re so beautiful. I’d love to just eat you up." She said sexily, her hand making its way to my breast again, softly caressing it and driving me wild with desire!

"I think," I began, my voice was thick with desire, but seemed higher than before. "We can be alone at my place for a while, if you’d like?" Her nod of approval was all I got as her eyes kept looking at my breasts with their thick nipples sticking out.

The drive there was exciting, as she would continually slide her hand across my belly, then up to my breasts where she would spend several minutes slowly squeezing them, or playing with the nipples! I could tell she was really turned on with my big breasts! Then she would love really huge breasts!

We arrived at my place both hot for some action, and walked in with our arms around each other. I couldn’t help but bump her every other step with my hips. She laughed, thinking it a game, and playfully bumped me back every time.

"Make yourself comfortable and help yourself to anything you find." I told her as I went to the bar and began to make two drinks. I placed two glassed in front of me, and was distracted by my own breasts! They had grown bigger again! The nipples stood erect and poked out the thin material obscenely, but the breasts themselves pushed the dress out outrageously. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like I had grown a full cup size! What was strange though was that the dress still fit me like a glove, easily covering every curvy portion of my skin, down to my thighs to just below my crotch!

I started to pour the wine when I remembered it fitting a little lower than before. I looked down to be sure and realized that whenever I bent over, even slightly, the dress would ride up exposing the tips of the stockings I had on. That had always turned me on before whenever I saw things like that in movies and stuff. Maybe I was the one who caused these changes in me. Maybe it was my subconscious directing things without my consent. So far, everything done had been the most erotic and sexy. Just relax and enjoy everything! I didn’t know what to make of it really so just poured the drinks. I knew I had a smile plastered on my painted face, but couldn’t remove it if I wanted to!

Lisa came up behind me then and placed her hands on my ass, grasping each cheek and slowly squeezing. Her body stood against mine, trapping her hands between us as her mouth started to kiss the side of my neck.

"Mmmm" Was all I could say when I felt her hands massage my ass. She was driving me crazy and she knew it. "I just love your big, sexy ass." She breathed in my ear.

"You like it when I touch you like this?" She asked huskily.

"Oh, yes. I just love everything." I purred back at her. She smiled some more, her tongue licking her lips like a cat.

"I just love you ass. It’s so plump, it drives me wild with desire." she nibbled on my ear. "But I really love your tits. They’re so big!"

Her hands slowly slid around my wide hips, up across my stomach until they touched the bottom of my breasts. With her tongue flicking my neck, she gently cupped each breast and squeezed, sending thrills through my body until I found myself grinding my ass against her. Her hands worked erotic wonders in my brain, her fingers pinching my engorged nipples until I thought I would have an orgasm right then! I placed my own hands on top of hers, squeezing my own tits harder still, enjoying the sensations maybe too much!

"Are your tits getting larger?" She asked me. She stopped squeezing and cupped each tit, holding them up.

"I don’t know." I lied as I looked down. Sure enough, they had grown bigger than just a minute ago.

"I thought you were bigger when I got in the car, but now you’re larger than that. What’s going on?" She still stood behind me, her hands unwilling to let go of my increased bosom.

"You wouldn’t believe me if I told you." I said. "It’s too bizarre even for me to accept, and I’m the one it happened to." I continued to gyrate against her, loving the closeness of us.

She moved away, turning me around to face her. Her hands took mine and she led me to the coach where we sat facing each other. "Tell me." She said simply. "When I first laid eyes on you, I thought she’s got some nice curves, probably a C cup. Now you’ve grown past a DD cup in just a few hours." Her directness made me blush. She was talking about my changes too specifically when all I wanted to do was cruise with them.

I thought about it for a few minutes and decided to tell her everything. She listened, her mouth dropping open further and further until she finally sat back, looking at me.

"So you’re a woman now?" She asked me. I nodded, not really knowing if it were totally true yet, but I had a sneaky suspicion it was. After all, my strongest fantasy had been for Barbara to make love with another woman.

"If what you say is true, then what would happen if I were to put the dress on?" She asked, looking at my breasts again. I didn’t really think anything would happen, but I didn’t say that. She was already beautiful, with perfect D cup breasts and nipples that poked out almost as much as mine.

"Nothing, I think. You’re already beautiful." She smiled thanks, but evidently there was something about her she hadn’t been happy with. I guess everybody is like that.

"Do you know your breasts had been growing the whole time you were telling me your story?" I looked down and gasped at the size of them now!

"If I didn’t know any better, and I’m a good judge of size, I’d say you were about a F cup, maybe bigger." Her fingers traced the roundness of my right breast, causing goose bumps to raise over my body.

"Why don’t you take that dress off and I’ll put it on. Ok?" She asked as she got up and began unbuttoning her blouse. In no time she was naked, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!

I reached for the hem, intending to pull it over my head like an oversized T-shirt, when this feeling came over me. If I took it off, I would be a woman for the rest of my life! And the most voluptuously sexy one at that! Suddenly I whipped it over my head in one smooth motion! I was naked but for stockings and heels! I couldn’t take my eyes off of her though. She was very sexy, and her breasts had the tastiest looking nipples I had ever seen!

She slipped it over her head and let it settle. Immediately I saw how it began to conform to he body, hugging every curve she had, emphasizing her breasts and hips. She became a creature of sex with it on, almost like the dress transformed all who wore it. I began to get turned on just looking at her, the way the material hugged her breasts or how it slid across her buttocks.

She began to walk around the room with it on, her hands smoothing the material here and there, but nothing was happening. I sat down and removed the heels and stockings, leaving me completely naked. I could tell she wanted to believe me but really didn’t think anything would happen. I sat back, feeling a chill.

"How long does it take?" Lisa asked me. Her voice sounded a little different to me, higher maybe. Enough to make me look up at her. My face must have registered surprise because she asked me what was wrong.

"Your face has changed! Look! Look in the mirror!" I told her, gesturing towards the great mirror hanging on the wall. She walked over, giving me ample opportunity to view her backside, which also changed. Her hips had expanded while her waist had reduced, giving her an hourglass shape, at least from the back. Also, her ass seemed to have gained about 5 or 6 pounds of nicely rounded flesh. It jiggled! I couldn’t believe how fast it was changing her!

"Wow!" Was all I heard her say as she looked at herself in the mirror. "I believe you now." Her face had become softer, her chin smaller and her cheeks higher, giving her a sultry look. Her eyes didn’t change that much, but the lashes grew longer and thicker. Her nose was a little more upturned and smaller, making her whole face look cutesy, while her lips had increased in size and sensuousness. Her lower lip had increased tremendously making her look extremely pouty. She turned towards me, surprise all over her face, and hesitantly smiled. Whatever changed me was really moving quickly on her!

"You were right! This dress makes wonderful changes!" She squealed as she twirled about the room, suddenly giddy with happiness. I wasn’t sure I understood, but didn’t say anything. I stood there, idly running my finger around my left nipple, watching Lisa dance around. She was happy of that there was no doubt.

I continued to watch her move around, noting that there were other changes taking place and thought about telling her. Her breasts were getting bigger, her nipples poking out obscenely, arousing me further. I was definitely aroused already by her caresses earlier, but her erotic movements around the room were doing something to my male brain which was having an effect on my female body that were getting hard to ignore. My crotch was on fire, and it was getting really hard to think about anything else but sex!

I sat and wiggled my crotch against the couch, hoping to get a little relief, but instead felt my breasts jiggling, arousing me further. I brought my left hand to my breast, massaging it and my right to the space between my legs. I’d not touched myself there at all until now, afraid to face what I knew was a certainty, but soon found myself going to town, masturbating myself with my fingers! I kept giving Lisa kisses whenever she looked my way, hoping she saw how turned on I was. When she stopped dancing to look at me, I slid my finger into my mouth like a little cock and sucked on it eagerly.

Lisa had continued to change, her breasts increasing in size until they were larger than mine. While her hips were big and rounded, they weren’t much different than my own. Her ass seemed identical to mine also. Big and round! So far the biggest change had been her face, having taken on a slutty, nymph-like appearance. Her eyes were huge emerald pools of delight framed by very long lashes. Her nose was small while her lips were extraordinarily sensuous. Her lower lip being very full and pouty. Her face had a heart shape with a small chin.

"Lisa, I . . ." I couldn’t talk then, as if something had taken over my body. I stood up, my hands coming up to grasp m y breasts, squeezing then mercilessly. My back arched from the intense pain and pleasure while my ass jutted out behind me. A long, loud moan came from my lips as I realized that whatever was happening to me now, I was powerless to stop.

Lisa came over to me hurriedly, her lust evident on her face, her hands reaching. My body was one of uncontrollable lust as I saw my arms snatch her and press her body to mine as tightly as possible. My hands grasped her ass, squeezing roughly while pulling her into me while my mouth smothered her voice with deep kisses. My need was great, although my mind was clear I could do nothing to stop myself. I mercilessly brought Lisa to my level of passion, almost raping her in the process! In the end, we found ourselves sprawled over the couch, covered in sweat and panting from our exertions. Both of us wore ridiculous smiles, mine even greater as I saw her naked, somehow losing the dress. Her final changes were amazing though.

If I had kept the dress on, I probably would have ended up looking just like her! She was my height but the mass of blond hair made her look taller as it trailed off behind her, ending just at the top of her thoroughly rounded ass. Her face was intensely beautiful, erotic and sultry, with an undefined eagerness behind her eyes. As big as her breasts had become, her waist shrank almost as much. Taking a tape measurer, I wrapped it around her waist, whistling as I read it. Standing in front of her, I gently measured her hips before finally her bust.

"My goodness Lisa! Your bust if 52" around! Your waist is 19", and your hips measure a big 42"! Your nothing but a sex machine now!" I giggled. Laughing, she snatched the tape from me and proceeded to take mine, although it was obvious who was going to have the biggest numbers.

"I really want to know what yours are now since you were a guy a couple of hours ago." It took quite a bit of time, as she would stop to lick a nipple, or pinch my ass. Finally, she was done!

"Your measurements are 44"-20"-38", Candi. You also have the most delightful pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting." I blushed with the compliment. In the back of my mind I knew I never would have heard such a thing just a short while ago, but now I really loved it.

"Thank you, sweetie." I giggled at her. "I’ve found the greatest sex anywhere with you." I smile sincerely at her as I wrapped my arms around for a tit to tit hug. "If you don’t care I used to be a guy, I would like to stay with you a while and learn all I can about being a girl." I slid my right hand up the side of her waist until I felt her gigantic breast, and caressed it softly. "Maybe even a lesbian slut like you." I whispered in her ear as I felt her thumb-sized nipple become erect!

My smile only lasted until she covered it with a deep wet kiss, making me weak in the knees.

I couldn’t wait for Barbara to get home! We had plans for her! Right now we plan on ordering a pizza and tricking the delivery boy into wearing it! I think he’d do it for us. Wouldn’t you?

 

 

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