Rick's words echoed in Jim's mind: "...see that gorgeous lady at the lingerie shop..."
Oh, SHIT!
Jim's nipples began tingling. It felt like a dozen fingers were crawling all over his chest, massaging it, shaping it. The invisible fingers pulled at his areolas, stretching them out, then began moulding the new flesh that was rapidly developing there. Jim was paralyzed by the sensations and could do nothing but stand there, grasping at his morphing chest.
Rick looked at his best friend quizzically. "What's up, man? Got a rash or something?" He stared at Jim's chest as Jim groped and itched... at what were starting to look, unmistakeably, like a pair of luscious, female, tits! Understanding dawned on Rick, and he began to smirk. "Ah, I see... the old switcheroo backfired, eh? My magic pills... you rat, you were going to wish something on me!"
"Rick, old buddy... c'mon, it was only going to be a bit of f-" Jim's voice broke at the end of his sentence, sounding higher. His eyes widened and he grabbed his throat; his adam's apple was gone. "Please, Rick, can't you reverse this?"
"Sorry bud... not without more pills, and I think you took all of them... besides, I think you deserve a bit of your own medicine. Pardon the pun." Rick's smirk had turned into a full-blown grin as he observed the rapid feminisation that his best friend was going through. Jim's tits had ballooned to epic proportions, almost bursting out of his shirt, his nipples erect and clearly visible.
Suddenly realising that they were in a relatively public place, Jim stood up - wrapping his arms around his prodigious bosom - and dashed from the cafeteria, retreating into the men's room. Rick followed, not wanting to miss any more of his friend's discomfort.
Once in the bathroom, Jim ducked into a stall and locked the door before Rick could get in. Rick complained loudly through the thin material of the door, "Aww, man, let me see!" He then had a bright idea - Rick went into the stall next to Jim and stood on the toilet, peering over the partition wall at the transforming Jim!
In the meantime, Jim had become even more feminine. His hips had widened, causing his pants to be uncomfortably tight - he'd dropped them to his ankles to relieve the pressure. Jim's tits strained the buttons of his shirt, finally bursting through, now a wonderful E-cup. His hair sprouted and flowed down his back, turning blonde as it went. Embarrassed, Jim swatted at Rick, trying to push him back down into his stall, before realising how futile it was.
"D-don't stare! It isn't funny!" Jim protested, in his feminine and seductive voice. The change moved into its final stages - red nail polish appeared on his fingers, and his face shifted as more makeup appeared, transforming it into the face of that hot girl from the lingerie store. To complete Jim's new look, a cute white bustier and panties appeared on him; his socks morphed into stockings and crept up his legs before connecting to the bustier's suspenders. Through the sheer white panties, Rick could see that Jim's journey into femininity was 100% complete.
Jim put his hands on his curvaceous hips. "What are we going to do now?"
Thu Jun 02 21:28:48 2011
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