He closed his eyes to see if he would wake up from this intensely tangible dream, but upon reopening them again he was still staring into the adorably perplexed face of this gorgeous young woman. The face of the pulchritudinous hitchiker he'd idiotically picked up when he should have been delivering his girlfriend her birthday present. His eyes lowered to his/her chest, to the glorious cotton clad bosoms he'd been exploding between just hours before. To his alarm he saw two hard nubs press out through the fabric. Even more alarmingly, he felt the hard nubs rubbing on the fabric.
He looked back up and blinked, and the girl, Magdalena apparently her name was, blinked too. He felt bad, considering what he'd done with this girl, that he'd only just discovered her name. He shook his head in embarrassment at himself and Magdalena shook hers too. He lifted his arm and the sexy creature in the mirror lifted hers. With a growing tingle running through him he pouted his lips, and Magdalena pouted back, her dark eyes smouldering. He turned to the side and once more admired the round bulge of her rump, then admired the way her breasts flowed out from her chest in profile, arching his back so shewould arch hers. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight, comically reflected in Magdalena's face.
He would have felt detached from the situation, a pupet master in a glorious wet dream, were it not for the all too real weight of the breasts in his top, the all too real tingle of his nipples and his-her- clitoris. S/he could feel her nipples stiffening further- he dragged himself away from the mirror before he lost himself completely to this new body. He looked around the room, a cosy little space with a surplus of Jesus and Mary statues. In that moment he...
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