Francine's head hurt. She was dreaming, dreaming of sitting alone at a table in a high school cafeteria, the other students shunning her as she pored over biology homework. She was naked, she realized after a bit, but then apparently was so was everyone else.. and then she felt a wave of unhappiness and squirmed with embarassment as a clique of busty blond cheerleaders passed by, sneering at her bookish flat-chested appearance.
Moaning slightly with discomfort, she shifted her position against the soft pillow underneath it and tried to slip back into happier dreams. If she could just get this one homework problem right, she'd have it.. have the key to giving herself the set of tits she'd always wanted, somewhere there in the nonsensical dreamland equations.
Suddenly Francine snapped awake, the bizarre dream forgotten as she became aware of her surroundings. The pillow she was resting on was a pillow of her own breastflesh -- and her roomate Sharon was laying sprawled out on the floor next to her in a puddle of milky fluids. Francine blinked, trying to remember what had happened .. then it all suddenly came back to her as she felt the two extra globes of flesh beneath her preponderant bosom. Her formula had been a success! Now Francine had not one but two pairs of the kind of breasts she'd always wanted .. and what's more, she'd been able to share the gift with her new friend.
The initial wave of hunger Francine had felt after her first transformation had receded now to a low pang, not at all out of place considering she'd slept several hours from the look at the counter clock .. it was 10:00 in the morning, she must've slept straight through the night!
Francine looked over at Sharon's peacefully dozing and recalled more.. memories that caused her to flush with another kind of hunger alltogether. Rested, fed, and sated from the night before, Francine was fully able to restrain herself from throwing her body at the sleeping Sharon and resuming their milk-soaked play from the night before .. instead she was content to lightly flick two fingers across her clit and sigh in remembrance of pleasant times. Staggering slightly as she rose up under the weight of her four breasts, Francine went to the fridge to have a late-morning breakfast, feeling happy and content with the success of her transformation and looking forward to more sex-play with her new body and her new lover as the weekend progressed.
Thu Feb 20 14:57:37 2003