The cool shade beneath the bleachers was a welcome escape from the spring sun. Emily’s arms were wrapped around my neck, her lips soft and warm against mine. I could taste the cherry gloss she always wore, and her hands were tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. My heart was pounding, not just from the kiss, but from the thought of what we were about to do. Graduate. Leave this town.
“Ted,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look at me. Her big brown eyes were full of that same excitement I felt. “Can you believe it? In three months, we’re out of here. College.”
I grinned, brushing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face. “Hell yeah. I’ve got my dorm application in. You better not bail on me, Em.”
I kissed her harder this time, my hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat of her through her thin tank top. I wanted to keep kissing her, to keep this moment going forever. But then—
A rustling sound above us. Footsteps on the metal bleachers.
Emily froze, her lips still against mine. “Ted,” she murmured, pulling back. “Do you hear that? I think someone's watching us.”
Reaching up, I grabbed Lan’s ankle and yanked hard, sending him tumbling down behind the bleachers with a startled yelp. He landed in a heap at my feet, his smirk wiped clean off his face.
“Lan?” My fists clenching. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, just held up his hand. In his palm was a small, rabbits foot.
“Lan, I swear to god I'm going to beat you silly, you —” I started, but he cut me off.
“I wish,” he said, his voice trembling with excitement, “that Ted was the perfect woman for Emily’s dad, Luke.”
“What the hell are you—”
But before I could finish a blinding light engulfed me. It wasn’t just light—it was heat, electric and searing, coursing through my body. I stumbled back, my hands flying to my head as a great tingling shot through me. My muscles tightened, then relaxed in ways they shouldn’t. My skin tingled, stretched, then smoothed out like silk.
“Ted!” Emily screamed, but her voice sounded distant, muffled by the roaring in my ears.
I looked down at my hands, and they were changing. My fingers thinned, my nails growing longer, painted a garish, glittery pink. My arms softened, the hair disappearing, replaced by smooth, pale skin. My chest was swelling, pushing out, growing heavier, fuller. I could feel the weight of them, these mounds that were suddenly there, straining against my shirt. My nipples hardened, pressing against the fabric, and I gasped at the sensation.
The feeling was intense, but it wasn’t just physical. My mind was swirling, thoughts shifting, rearranging. I felt smaller, lighter. My hips were widening, my waist narrowing into an hourglass. My legs, my fucking legs, were shrinking, getting shorter, more delicate. I suddenly realized I was now about 5’6, and I had to look up at Emily, who stood at her usual 5’8. My feet slid out of my sneakers, and I stared at them, now small, dainty, painted the same pink as my nails.
The light faded, and I stood there, panting, looking down at myself. My clothes had changed too. I was wearing a tight, skimpy top that barely contained my new 40-inch bust, the fabric straining against the sheer size of my 34I cup breasts. They were massive, unnaturally so, their weight pulling me forward slightly as they jiggled with every breath I took. My waist had cinched in to a tiny 25 inches, accentuating the curve of my now 39-inch hips, which swayed as I shifted my weight. My legs, once long and muscular, were now shorter, more delicate, and my feet slid out of my sneakers, revealing small, dainty toes painted the same glittery pink as my nails.
My hair was long, straight, and black, falling down my back in a silky curtain. I touched my face, and it was softer, more angular, with high cheekbones and full, glossy lips. My eyes, now a striking brown, were framed with heavy, glittery shadow. When I opened my mouth to speak, my voice came out high, nasally, and unmistakably feminine.
“What the fuck?” I shrieked, my hands flying to my chest, feeling the weight of my new fake tits. They were massive, those ridiculous melons straining against my top—unnaturally round, impossibly perky silicone globes that bounced with every panicked breath I took.
Emily was staring at me, her mouth hanging open. “Ted?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “What… what happened to you?”
“I don’t know!” I cried, my voice high and panicked. I turned to Lan, who was getting to his feet and brushing himself off while laughing. “What did you do to me?”
"I thought you’d turn into some classy milf, but this? This is something else. Luke’s got a thing for trashy trophy wives, huh? Those jugs are practically screaming for attention!” He wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Guess we know he's a tit man now.”
“Fix this!” I screamed, my hands shaking as I gestured to my new body. “Fucking fix this right now!”
I glanced down at myself, my hands trembling as I took in the sight of my new body. My huge tits were stretching my old top. The fabric clung to them like it was begging for mercy. My hips were wider now, my waist tiny. I could feel my ass jiggling with every unsteady step I took. This can’t be real.
Lan just shook his head, his laugh echoing through the empty bleachers. “Nah, Ted. You look better this way. Luke’s gonna love you. I mean, look at you!”
“I don’t want to be Luke’s fucking trophy wife!” I screeched. “Fix this! Now!”
But Lan just smirked, holding up the rabbits foot in his hand. “I wish that only me and Ted remember Ted being a man. Everyone else will remember him being Emily’s stepmom and Luke’s horny trophy wife, Teddi.”
I held my breath, waiting for something to happen. But nothing did. I turned to Emily, hoping she’d still remember me.
She blinked, tilting her head like she was trying to figure out a puzzle. “Teddi? What are you doing at school? Shouldn’t you be at home?”
“Oh my god. Please tell me you remember me?”
Emily gave me a weird look, her brows furrowing. “Um, yeah, I remember you? You’re my stepmom, Teddi. Why are you acting so weird?”
“No, no, no, no!” I panicked, my hands flying to my face. The feel of my soft, smooth skin under my fingers made me want to scream. “Emily, it’s me! Ted! Your boyfriend! Don’t you remember?”
“Teddi, are you feeling okay? Did you hit your head or something?”
I turned to Lan again, in desperation. “Please, Lan, change this all back. I’ll leave you alone from now on. I swear!”
Lan just laughed. “Nah, Ted. I’m having way too much fun with this. Besides, you’re exactly what Luke needs. So… I wish that you were back home, waiting to jump your husband’s bones, that around others you'd act the part of Luke horny trophy wife, and that Emily didn’t remember seeing you here just now.”
Before I could even react, the world around me blurred, and I was suddenly standing in a well-adorned house. The walls were lined with expensive-looking art, and the furniture was sleek and modern. I stumbled forward, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Where the hell am I?
I stumbled closer to the mirror, each step making my ass jiggle uncomfortably. The reflection staring back at me was impossible. My long, black hair—shiny and perfect—framed a face that wasn’t mine. My lips were plump and glossy, coated in a sickly pink that made me look like a damn blow-up doll. My eyelids were smeared with eyeshadow.
My hands shot up to my face, trembling as I felt the smooth, soft skin under my fingers. My nose was smaller, my cheeks higher, my jawline delicate. My voice—oh god, my voice—squeaked out in a nasally whine as I whispered, “What the hell?” I sounded like some vapid, airheaded trophy wife on a bad reality show.
My reflection stared back at me, and I couldn’t believe it. The kind of face that belonged on the cover of an inappropriate men’s magazine. My cheekbones were high and sharp, my nose small and perfectly sculpted, and my lips full and pouty, painted in that glossy pink that made them look like they were begging to be kissed. My big brown eyes were wide and doe-like, framed by thick lashes that fluttered every time I blinked. I looked like I’d just stepped out of a photoshoot.
My voice, though, was the worst part. It was high-pitched and nasally, with that unmistakable valley girl twang. Every word I spoke sounded like it belonged in a bad rom-com, dripping with a vapid, airheaded tone that made me cringe. “Ohmygod, like, what is even happening right now?” I squeaked.
My tits—no, my juggs—were massive, round, and perky, spilling out of the skimpy top I was wearing. They looked like they’d been inflated to cartoonish proportions, the skin stretched tight and shiny.
I spotted a bra tossed on the bed and grabbed it, my hands shaking as I turned it over to read the tag. 34I. My eyes widened in disbelief as I glanced down at my massive melons, straining against the fabric of my top. “Oh my god,” I squeaked, my nasally voice trembling. “These things are fucking huge.”
They felt heavy, unnatural, like like I was guiding their weight around. 2000cc implants, I thought with a shudder. Who the hell would want these things? My waist was impossibly tiny, and my hips flared out dramatically. My legs were long and toned, ending in a pair of strappy stilettos that made me sashay with every step.
I stumbled around the bedroom, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and felt like the room was swallowing me whole. The ceiling seemed higher, the furniture larger. My reflection in the full-length mirror looked tiny compared to the grandiosity of the space, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything around me had been scaled up while I’d been shrunk down.
I turned back to the mirror, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. My earrings—huge, gaudy loops—swung as I shook my head in disbelief. “This isn’t real. This isn’t fucking real,” I muttered, but the high-pitched, nasally voice that came out of my mouth only made it worse. I like some over-the-top stereotype of a dumb bimbo.
I turned around, taking in the rest of my new body. My ass was huge, round, and perky, like two perfectly shaped melons. My legs were long and toned, my skin smooth and flawless. And my heels? They were so high I felt like I was walking on stilts.
My hands went to my tits, squeezing them experimentally. They felt heavy, unnatural, like two bags of silicone strapped to my chest. I could feel the weight of them pulling on my back, and I realized with a sinking feeling that I’d probably have to deal with back pain for the rest of my life if I didn't find a way to get Lan to fix this. They were so soft, so full, and… god, they felt good. I'd always thought that the faker they were the less sensative they were, but that wasn't the case for me.
I let my fingers trail down my body, over my impossibly tiny waist, and slipped them into my panties. My new body responding in ways I didn’t expect. It felt… good. Too good. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I quickly pulled my hand away. What the hell am I doing? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of arousal that had started to cloud my thoughts. I needed to focus, to figure out how to fix this mess. But damn, it was hard to think straight when every move I made sent a jolt of pleasure through my new, unfamiliar body.
I walked down the hall, my heels clacking against the floor, and saw a series of family photos hanging on the wall. My heart stopped. There were pictures of Emily, Luke, and… me. And my huge tits. Photos of us on vacations, going mini-golfing, and doing all sorts of family activities.
I heard the front door open, and my blood ran cold. Luke’s home.
As soon as I heard the key jingle in the lock, my body moved on autopilot, hips swaying as I strutted toward the door. This isn’t me, I screamed in my head, but my glossy lips curved into a sultry smile anyway. “Welcome home, babe!” I chirped in that nasal valley-girl voice that wasn’t mine. Luke barely had time to drop his briefcase before I was on my knees, my hands already popping open his belt. This is Lan’s fault, I thought, my mind racing as my fingers worked his zipper. One minute I’m making out with Emily as a guy, and now I’m some bimbo sucking off her dad. What the hell?!
My mouth watered as his cock sprang free, already hard and twitching. No, no, no. But my slutty little body wasn’t listening—my lips parted, tongue already teasing the tip as I took him in. “Mmm, someone missed me~” I giggled, my voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. The wet slurp of my mouth echoed in the room, and I could feel my own arousal building against my will. You’ve got to find Lan, my mind screamed, but my hands were gripping Luke’s hips, pulling him deeper into my throat.
I giggled, throat already hollowing around him while my mind screamed I DIDN’T EVEN MEAN TO DO THIS! But my mouth? It knew exactly what to do—sloppy suction noises filling the room as I deepthroated him like a porn star on autopilot.
My glossy pink lips stretched around his thick cock, the slurp and pop of my mouth filling the room as I bobbed my head with expert precision. My tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside with a wet flick, and I could feel him twitch in response. My hands worked in tandem, one gripping the base of his shaft while the other cupped his balls. My eyes were wide, locked on his face in disbelief—this was Emily’s dad, for fuck’s sake—but my body? It was moaning in pleasure.
I took him deeper, my throat relaxing instinctively as I hollowed my cheeks. My melons pressed against his thighs, their sheer weight making it impossible to ignore them, and I could feel my own nipples hardening under the pressure. My mind was screaming, Find Lan! Fix this! but my bimbo body was loving every second of this, sucking and licking like I was born for it. I glanced up at him through thick, fake lashes, his eyes were half-lidded, his lips parted in pleasure, and I couldn’t believe this was happening.
My tongue traced the veins along his shaft, my lips sucking hard as I pulled back with a loud pop. “Oh my gawd, babe, you’re like, totally so big,” I murmured around his cock, my voice muffled. He let out this low growl, and I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. Stop, my mind pleaded, but my body was already taking him deeper, sucking him harder. My pussy clenched in response, my juices soaking through my panties as I gave him the best blowjob of his life.
My left hand worked furiously between my legs. My right hand stroked Luke’s cock in time with my bobbing head, the sound of my palm sliding up and down his shaft. I could feel him getting harder, his cock twitching against my tongue as he neared the edge. Oh my gawd, he’s gonna cum.
I tried to pull away, to brace myself, but my slutty body had other plans. My lips tightened around him, sucking harder, faster, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock with expert precision. My left hand moved faster, fingers rubbing my clit in frantic circles, and I could feel my own orgasm building, my pussy clenching around nothing as I sucked him off like a pro. No, no, no, don’t let him—
“Fuck, Teddi!” Luke growled, his hips jerking as he came hard, his cum flooding my mouth.
The guttural sound of my mouth working his cock echoing obscenely in the room. My body took over completely, swallowing every last drop without hesitation, my lips still wrapped tightly around him as he shuddered with pleasure. My left hand didn’t stop, fingers working my clit furiously as I came too, my pussy spasming wildly as I knelt there, trembling and moaning around his cock.
It hit me like an electric shock, starting deep in my core and exploding outward in all directions. My eyes rolled back instinctively, my vision blurring as every muscle in my body tensed at once. It was like being struck by lightning—hot, intense, and completely consuming. My pussy clenched rhythmically, a series of tight pulses that seemed to radiate up through my belly and down my thighs. My breath caught in my throat as the sensation overwhelmed me. My back arched uncontrollably, my tits bouncing with the force of it. My mind went blank.
Finally, it began to ebb, leaving me boneless and panting, my body still twitching with aftershocks. My legs felt like jelly, my arms barely able to hold me up, and my pussy was so sensitive that even the slightest movement sent shivers through me. I was utterly spent, my body trembling and my mind a blissful blank slate.
I pulled away slowly, wiping my glossy lips with the back of my hand, my body still tingling from the aftershocks. “Oh my gawd, babe,” I purred, my voice nasally and breathless. “That was a good one.” Inside, I was screaming, but my slutty little body was already craving more.
Luke led me to the bed and collapsed on to it, his chest heaving, and for a moment, I thought—hoped—he might fall asleep. But no. Of course not. His hand reached out, gripping. “Come here, Teddi,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. My traitorous body obeyed instantly, crawling over to him.
“Oh my gawd, babe,” I purred, my voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. “You’re like, totally still so hard. You’re such a stud!” My inner voice was screaming. “Please, babe, I need you inside me. Like, right now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a grunt, he flipped me onto my hands and knees, my gigantic fake cans swaying beneath me as I arched my back. I could feel his hands on my hips, positioning me just right, and then—thwack—he slapped my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “Oh my gawd, babe!” I squealed, my voice high and nasally. “You’re like, totally so rough!”
He didn’t respond, just lined himself up and slammed into me. My pussy clenched around him instantly, my body betraying me completely. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. He started fucking me hard and fast, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythmic slap that echoed through the room.
“Oh my gawd, babe, you’re like, totally so big!” I moaned, my voice trembling with every thrust. My hands gripped the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I tried to hold on. My melons bounced wildly with every movement, their sheer size and weight making the whole scene even more obscene. “Please, babe, don’t stop!”
I need to find Lan, I thought desperately, my mind clawing for clarity amidst the haze of pleasure. If I don’t, this will be my life forever. The thought sent a chill through me, even as my body arched into Luke’s thrusts, betraying me with every moan and whimper. The sound of his hips slapping against mine filled the room, mixed with the wet squish of my pussy taking him in over and over again.
“Oh my gawd, babe, I’m like, totally gonna—” My words cut off as another orgasm crashed over me. My hooters bounced wildly with every thrust, their sheer size and weight making each movement feel like a seismic event. I could feel my own juices trailing down my thighs, sticky and slick, a humiliating reminder of how out of control I was. I need to stop this! I need to find Lan and fix this! But then it happened—that second orgasm surged through me, violent and unrelenting, obliterating any semblance of rational thought.
It started as a low burn in my core, a spark that quickly ignited into a wildfire. My pussy clenched around Luke’s cock, my walls gripping him like a vice, and I let out a high-pitched, nasally scream that didn’t even sound like my voice. “Oh my gawd, babe, I’m like, cumming!” The first wave crashed over me, my body convulsing in ways I couldn’t control. My knockers jiggled uncontrollably, the sheer force of my own climax making them bounce like they had a mind of their own.
For a split second, I tried to focus, tried to think about how I could get out of this nightmare. I need to stop this. I need to find Lan. I need to— oh. god. Another wave hit, and my train of thought shattered like glass. I could feel myself gushing around him. I was panting, my voice coming out in breathy, nasally whimpers, “Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd!” It was like my brain short-circuited, every nerve ending firing at once, leaving me a trembling, sweaty mess.
Another wave of pleasure surged through me. My thoughts were drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming pleasure coursing through me, leaving me nothing more than a trembling, moaning mess.“Ohhhh myyy gawwwd, babe!” I moaned, my voice trembling with a high-pitched, nasally whine that echoed through the room. “You’re like, totally making me cum AGAIN!” My body arched into his thrusts, my juggs bouncing wildly as I let out another breathy, drawn-out moan. “Mmmmmm, yessss, just like that!” The words spilled out of me, my voice dripping with enthusiasm even as my mind screamed in horror.
Luke collapsed onto the bed with a groan. I flopped down beside him, my body limp and trembling from the multiple orgasms he’d wrung out of me. My hooters splayed out against his chest, still jiggling slightly from the force of our last thrusts. “Oh my gawd, babe.”
He grunted in response, already halfway to sleep, but I forced myself to sit up despite the ache in my muscles. I needed to figure out how get back to Lan and convince him to change me back!
As I walked around the house I couldn’t ignore the pleasurable soreness between my legs. My pussy still throbbed from the intense, multiple orgasms Luke had given me earlier. Every step I took sent a little shiver through me. Of course, Luke’s perfect trophy wife would be designed for constant pleasure—easy, multiple orgasms, sensitivity that bordered on overwhelming, and a body that seemed to stay in a perpetual state of arousal. I bit my lip, feeling the heat between my legs flare up again just from the thought. It was like this body was built to be fucked, god, why couldn't Luke's perfect woman be a librarian or something?
Two hours later, and I’m still trying to adjust to this fucking body. I stood at the kitchen counter, my 2000cc silicone mountains practically spilling out of the skimpy purple bra I was wearing. The robe I had thrown on was practically see-through, and I knew I looked like some kind of porn star. My long, straight black hair fell over my shoulders, and I could feel the weight of it, just like the weight of these ridiculous balloons on my chest. Every time I moved, they jiggled, and it was impossible to ignore them. I was making coffee, but even that simple task was a struggle. My hands kept brushing against my own tits, and I couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by how sensitive they were now. Fuck, this body is so distracting.
I heard the front door open, and Emily walked in, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she tossed her backpack onto one of the stools at the counter. She was wearing her usual high school outfit—jeans and a hoodie—and she looked so normal compared to me. I glanced down at myself, feeling a pang of embarrassment. As Emily stood there, I couldn’t help but notice that she was taller than me now. Taller. I'm two whole inches shorter than her 5'8. I felt ridiculous standing there, especially with these massive tits making me look even more top-heavy and unbalanced. Great, I thought bitterly. Not only am I stuck in this bimbo body, but I’m also shorter than my own girlfriend, err stepdaughter now.
“Hey, Teddi,” Emily said casually, sitting down on the stool next to her backpack. She didn’t even seem fazed by my appearance, which was weird. To her, it was like I’d always been this big-titted bimbo who fucked her dad’s brains out. Fucking Lan and his stupid rabbits foot.
“Ohmygawd, hey, Emily,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. It still sounded so high-pitched and nasally, and I hated it.
Emily sighed and reached into her backpack, pulling out a letter. “Here. Lan asked me to give this to you.”
I took the letter, my hands trembling slightly. As Emily headed upstairs, I opened it and started reading.
I unfolded the letter, my hands trembling slightly as I read Lan’s sloppy handwriting. The words were scrawled in bold, almost mocking strokes, and I could practically hear his smug voice in my head as I read:
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Hey there, Sweetcheeks,
Hope you’re enjoying your new life as Luke’s personal plaything. Bet those 2000cc funbags of yours are keeping you busy, huh? Don’t worry, Toots, I’m sure you’ll get used to them eventually—or maybe not. Either way, it’s a hell of a show for the rest of us.
Now, listen up, Barbie. If you can manage to keep that big mouth of yours shut and not cause any trouble, I might consider changing you back after Emily’s graduation in three weeks. That’s right, sugartits—three weeks of playing the perfect little trophy stepmom. No whining, no tantrums, and definitely no trying to weasel your way out of this. You mess up, and you’re stuck like this forever. Or maybe I'll turn you into a stripper. You'll wish you were a trophy wife then. Got it?
Oh, and don’t even think about telling Emily the truth. She’s happy with me now, and you’re just her slutty stepmom who can’t keep her hands off her dad. So, play nice, cupcake, or you’ll be bouncing around in that bimbo body for the rest of your life.
P.S. Oh, and just to prove that I can get you from here, I wish you’d be 3 inches shorter. Catch you later, hot stuff. Try not to trip over those melons of yours.
Lan
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I barely had time to process the words when I felt it—a sudden, dizzying sensation, like the floor was rising up to meet me. My knees buckled slightly as my body seemed to compress, and when I looked down, I realized with horror that I was shrinking. My already ridiculous proportions now looked even more exaggerated.
“Ohmygawd!” I squeaked, my voice even higher-pitched than before. I stumbled over to the mirror in the hallway, my juggs bouncing wildly with every step. Sure enough, I was shorter—three whole inches shorter. Now I was a tiny 5’3”, and but the rest of my body had maintained their proportions, making my massive tits even larger in comparison.
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “This is sooo not fair,” I whined, my nasally voice echoing in the empty hallway. Lan was really rubbing it in.
My hands clenched into fists, crumpling the edges of the paper. Three weeks. Three fucking weeks of this nightmare. And if I screwed up? I glanced down at my chest, the weight of my new knockers impossible to ignore. Forever.
As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard Luke’s voice from the other room. “Teddi, where’s my coffee and blowjob?”
I groaned inwardly but forced a smile onto my face. Fuck, here we go again. I grabbed the coffee cup and made my way to the TV room, my monstrous boobs bouncing with every step. Luke was sprawled on the couch, his eyes immediately locking onto my chest as I walked in.
“There you are,” he said with a grin. “Come here, baby.”
I sat down beside him, handing him the coffee. He took a sip, then set it aside and pulled me closer. His hands were on my tits immediately, groping and squeezing them like they were his personal stress balls. I tried not to moan, but it felt so fucking good. Damn this body and its stupid sensitivity.
“You know what I want,” Luke said, his voice low and demanding.
I nodded, sliding off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. My hands went to his belt, and I could already feel his cock straining against his pants. As I pulled it out, I couldn’t help but notice how big it was. Fuck, did Lan change it or was it always this big? I groaned in frustration as I remembered Lan had shrunk me by three inches, making Luke’s cock look and feel even bigger than it already was.
I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. Luke groaned above me, his hands tangling in my hair as he started thrusting into my throat. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept wandering back to Lan’s letter. Three weeks. Just three weeks. If the last few hours was any indication, that's a lot of fuck sessions.
Luke’s hands tightened in my hair, guiding me deeper as I took him into my throat. “Mmm, that’s it, Teddi,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Suck it like the expert you are.”
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. “Mmmphhh,” I hummed, my lips stretched wide as I worked him with my tongue. The sound of wet slurping filled the room, and I could feel his precum leaking onto my tongue.
“Ohhh fuuuck,” Luke hissed, his hips bucking upward. “You’re so fucking good at this, baby. Those lips… mmm, they’re made for sucking cock.”
I pulled back slightly, swirling my tongue around the tip before plunging back down, taking him as deep as I could. My hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking in rhythm with my mouth.
“Yesss, just like that,” Luke moaned, his voice trembling. “Ohhhh fuuuuck, Teddi, I'm gonna cum.”
I moaned again, the vibrations sending a jolt through him. “Mmmphhh… mmmphhh…” My free hand reached up to cup his balls, gently massaging them as I sucked him off. His breathing grew ragged, and I knew he was close.
“Fuuuuck, I’m gonna—ohhhh shiiit!” Luke’s body tensed, and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth as he came. Thick ropes of cum shot down my throat, and I swallowed every drop, my moans muffled by his cock.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the humiliation as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. Fuck, this is my life now. At least for 3 weeks.
---3 Weeks Later---
Luke zipped up his pants and adjusted his tie, looking as composed as ever, while I fumbled with my compact mirror, wiping the edges of my lips to make sure there was no trace of cum. My pink lip gloss was smeared, and my garish eyeshadow was a mess, but I did my best to fix it. I tugged at my skimpy dress, readjusting my thong that had somehow gotten twisted during our little session. My 34I knockers were still spilling out of my top, but there wasn’t much I could do about that now.
“Like, okay, let’s go,” I said in my nasally voice, trying to sound casual even though my heart was still racing. Luke smirked at me, his eyes lingering on my busty figure, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of shame and excitement. I thought, but I pushed it aside. Today was Emily’s graduation, and I was determined to focus on that.
As we walked toward the football field, I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope. Three weeks are almost up, I reminded myself. Lan’s wish had to wear off today, right? I shook the thought away and put on my best bimbo smile as we took our seats.
Emily looked so beautiful in her cap and gown, her blonde ponytail swaying in the breeze. “Like, isn’t this so exciting?” I whispered to Luke, batting my eyelashes at him. “Our little girl is all grown up!” He smirked again, his hand sliding onto my thigh, and I giggled nervously. Just get through today, I told myself. Tomorrow, everything will be normal again.
The graduation ceremony ended with a burst of applause, and I clapped along, my huge knockers bouncing with every motion. I couldn’t help but glance down at them, still not used to the way they jiggled with even the smallest movement. God, these things were like two Goodyear funbag blimps strapped to my chest. I adjusted my skimpy top, a practice that was becoming concerningly routine.
Emily walked off the stage, her diploma in hand, and I felt a pang of nostalgia. Just three weeks ago, I was Ted, making out with her under these very bleachers. Now, I was Teddi, her stepmom, with a body that screamed “trophy wife” and a voice that sounded like it belonged in a bad reality show.
As I sat there, my eyes wandered across the audience, taking in the faces of the crowd. My gaze landed on Mrs. Maple, the redheaded teacher who always seemed to have the attention of every guy in the room. Her lips were huge and painted a deep crimson, looking like they were made solely for giving monumental blowjobs. I could practically hear the whispers about her from the guys—how she could suck the chrome off a bumper, as they’d say.
Then there was Mr. Threp, the pint-sized midget teacher with a temper shorter than he was. He stood at the edge of the stage, his face already red with frustration as he barked orders at the students filing past him. Was he always that tiny? I couldn’t remember him being quite so… vertically challenged.
And then I spotted Allie. Oh, Allie. The school’s resident PAWG slut, her curves barely contained by her scandalously short skirt. She was leaning against the bleachers, her ass looking like it belonged on a billboard for some trashy reality show. Her reputation was well-known—she’d give head to anyone who asked, and sometimes even if they didn’t. But wait… were they always like this?
My mind raced as I tried to piece it together. Did Lan change them too? It made sense. If he could turn me into this silicone-stuffed bimbo, why wouldn’t he mess with others?
I spotted Lan lurking beneath the bleachers. Perfect. I excused myself from Luke, who was busy chatting with some other parents, and made my way over.
“Lan!” I hissed, my nasally, high-pitched voice cutting through the din of the crowd like a squeaky toy. I bounced over to him, my 2000cc melons bouncing with every step, threatening to burst out of my slutty top. “It’s been three weeks! I’ve played my part, okay? I’ve been the perfect little stepmom for Emily and Luke. Now turn me back!”
Lan smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “First, I want to hear what your life’s been like these last three weeks. Spill it, Teddi.”
I crossed my arms, which only made my massive funbags push up even more. “I’ll tell you after you change me back,” I snapped, my nasally voice cracking with frustration.
Lan chuckled, pulling the glowing rabbits foot from his pocket. “Fine. I wish Teddi would tell me all about what it’s like being Luke’s perfect trophy wife.”
The words hit me like a spell, and before I could stop myself, I was spilling everything. “Ohmygawd, Lan, it’s been, like, totally wild! Luke can’t keep his hands off me. I’ve given him, like, tons of blowjobs—morning, noon, and night! He’s always grabbing my tits and bending me over every chance he gets. We’ve done it in, like, every position—doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, you name it! And, ohmygawd, Lan, I’m, like, prone to multiple orgasms now. It’s insane! I can’t even control it. Luke just has to touch me, and I’m, like, screaming his name!”
Lan’s smirk widened as he listened, clearly enjoying my humiliation. “Sounds like you’re living the dream, Teddi.”
“No! This is a nightmare!” I cried, my voice cracking. “I didn’t ask for this! I just want to be, like, normal again!”
I glared at Lan, my tiny frame trembling with frustration. “You’re, like, such an asshole! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!” My nasally voice cracked, and I stomped my foot, which only made my massive knockers jiggle obscenely. Lan leaned in, his smirk widening as he whispered, “Give it a break, Teddi. You’ve got it good compared to what I could do. Keep pushing me, and I’ll turn you into the school cheerleader who loves getting a train run on her by the whole football team. You think being Luke’s trophy wife is bad?” I swallowed hard, forcing a smile as I backed away, my bubbly persona slipping back into place. “Ohmygawd, Lan, you’re so funny! Like, totally kidding, right?” But the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t.
Lan shrugged, pocketing the rabbits foot. “You’re stuck like this. Now go enjoy your life as Luke’s perfect little trophy wife.”
I lifted my heavy tits up with my hands, making my cleavage even larger, putting them even more on display. “WHAT!? Look at me! I’m like a walking porn star! I can’t even, like, walk without these things, like totally, knocking me off balance! You expect me to carry THESE SILICONE BOULDERS around for THE REST OF MY LIFE?!”
Desperation crept in. “Like, please, Lan. I’ll like totatlly do anything. Anything. Just, like, turn me back!” Lan laughed. "With this rabbits foot, I can get anything I want, what could you possibly give me Teddi? No, you’re better off this way. Emily’s going to college soon. She’s gonna need a positive mother figure to guide her. And Luke’s never been happier. I mean, just look at you.” His eyes raked over my body, lingering on my ridiculous curves. “I like this version of reality better and so does everyone else.”
My face flushed hot with anger and humiliation. “Fuck you. I should have known a scrawny little loser like you wouldn't come through on their word. You can't leave me like this!”
Lan smirked. “Fine. Let’s make this even better.”
I glared up at him, I lunged forward, my tiny top heavy frame wobbling dangerously on my heels. “You’re, like, such an asshole! Give me that rabbit’s foot!” My hands shot out, reaching for the rabbits foot, but Lan stepped back easily, dodging my clumsy attempt. My massive funbags jiggled wildly with the motion, threatening to escape the confines of my slutty top.
Lan smirked. "I wish Teddi would fuck off and go back to Luke and Emily and offer Emily her super special graduation present.”
The words hit me like a force of nature, and my body moved on its own. One second, I was glaring at Lan, ready to snatch that cursed thing out of his hand, and the next, I was turning on my heel, strutting back toward Luke and Emily. My chest heaved with every step, my 2000cc jugs bouncing like they had a life of their own. My pink lip gloss shimmered under the stadium lights, and my garish eyeshadow felt heavy on my lids.
Motherfucker.
“Teddi! There you are,” Luke said, his eyes immediately dropping to my chest as he and Emily approached. “We were wondering where you ran off to.”
Emily stood beside him, her diploma in hand. I forced a smile, my mind racing. “Congrats, Emily! You did so amazing!”
“Thanks, Teddi. It’s been a crazy day,” Emily replied, her voice warm but slightly awkward. I stepped forward to hug her, but as I wrapped my arms around her, my face was suddenly buried in her chest. Ohmygawd, I forgot how tall she was—5’8” to my now-tiny 5'3 height. My huge knockers pressed against her, and I could feel her stiffen slightly in surprise. “Uh… thanks, Teddi,” she said awkwardly, patting my back.
Before I could say anything else, the words spilled out of my mouth without my control. “Ohmygawd, Emily! I totally forgot to tell you! As a gift for graduating I got us both boob jobs at my favorite plastic surgeon! We’re both getting bigger headlights!”
Emily’s eyes widened in surprise, but she smiled. “Really? That’s so sweet of you, Teddi! Thank you!”
I wanted to scream. What the fuck was I saying? My huge cannons were already a nightmare to deal with, and now I was signing us up for even bigger ones? But I couldn’t stop myself because of Lan's wish. “Yeah, like, it’s gonna be so much fun! We’ll be twinsies!”
The words kept tumbling out of my mouth, bubbly and high-pitched, like I was some airheaded cheerleader hyped about a shopping spree. “Ohmygawd, Emily! It’s gonna be, like, sooo amazing!" I giggled, flipping my long, straight black hair over my shoulder, my huge loop earrings swaying with the motion. My 2000cc milk cannons jiggled as I bounced on my heels, the skimpy top barely containing them.
My mind raced, cursing Lan and his stupid magical rabbits foot. This wasn’t the deal! I was supposed to be normal again, not stuck as this silicone-stuffed sex doll! I could feel the panic bubbling up, but all I could do was act like the perfect little trophy wife, Luke had his eyes glued to my chest like they always were.
All I could think about was how this was going to be the rest of my life. Huge tits, a voice that sounded like a cartoon character, and getting plowed by Luke every night while watching my former girlfriend go off to college and grow up without me.
“Ohmygawd, Emily, you can get, like, any size you want! But, like, I have to be a bit bigger, you know?” I said, my voice dripping with enthusiasm.
"It’s gonna be, like, the best bonding experience ever! We’ll be twinsies, but, like, I’ll be the extra twin!”
Emily tilted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully as she considered my offer. “Hmm, I think I might go for a DD. What do you think, Teddi? Big enough to make a statement but not too crazy.”
My mind raced. Wait, Emily never wanted bigger boobs before. Did Lan mess with her too? But outwardly, I just giggled, my voice high-pitched and bubbly. “Ohmygawd, Emily, that’s, like, such a great size! Totally perfect for you! And don’t worry, I’ll just add whatever you get to mine. Like, if you get a 450cc to go to a DD, I’ll get 450cc's!”
Emily smirked, clearly enjoying this. “What if I want an EE?”
My stomach dropped at the thought of my already massive 2000cc funbags getting turned into gigantic 2600cc monsters. But I couldn’t let her see my panic. Instead, I flipped my hair and laughed, my huge knockers jiggling with the motion. “Pfft, Emily, I can totally handle whatever you get and more! Like, bring it on!”
Emily laughed, clearly amused by my enthusiasm. “Alright, Teddi. EE it is. This is gonna be fun.”
Fun?! This is a fucking nightmare! That's 600cc more! But all I could do was smile and nod, my bubbly persona firmly in place. “Totally! It’s gonna be, like, the best bonding experience ever!”
Luke chuckled beside me, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass. “I can’t wait to see the results,” he said, his voice low and suggestive.
I forced a giggle, my mind screaming in horror. How the hell am I going to survive this? Gancing down at my massive chest. And now they’re going to get even bigger?
---Back Home---
The front door clicked shut behind us as we stepped into the house, Emily already bounding up the stairs to get ready to attend a friend's graduation party. “I’ll be down in a bit!” she called over her shoulder, her voice tinged with excitement.
I watched her go, my chest tightening with a mix of sadness and humiliation. If not for that damn rabbits foot, we’d be heading to graduation parties together as a couple.
But before I could dwell on it, Luke’s hands were on me, his fingers digging into my hips as he pressed himself against my back. “Finally,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “Alone.” His cock was already hard, pressing insistently against my ass through his pants. I gasped, my body responding instantly to his touch.
“L-Luke,” I whimpered, my voice trembling as he spun me around to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. “Emily’s upstairs…” I protested weakly, though my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
“She’s busy, we have enough time for a quickie or two.” he said, his voice low.
"Ohmygawd, Luke… fuuuuuck!" I moaned, my voice trembling as he bent me over the back of the couch, my massive knockers hanging over the couch cushions. In the reflection of the turned off television I stared back at myself—disheveled, flushed, and utterly debauched as Luke’s cock slammed into me from behind. The sound of his hips meeting my ass echoed in the room, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
"Imagine it, Teddi," Luke growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly. "2600cc tits. You’ll be a fucking goddess with 600 more cc's." His words sent a shiver down my spine, even as my mind raced with the absurdity of it. I pictured myself struggling to put on massive bras with multiple clips in the back.
“But what about an even 3000cc? Emily’s getting 600cc, and you said you’d add whatever she gets to your 2000cc. So why not go all the way to an even 3000cc's? 3000cc—nice and round, in more ways than one. Perfect.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, even as my body trembled with pleasure. Luke’s hips slapped into me with relentless force, “Ohhhhmygaaaawd, Luke… I-I c-can’t… ohhh!” My words came out in broken gasps, each one interrupted by the slamming of his hips. “F-fuck… it’s t-too… ahhh!… much!” My voice faltered, leaving me whimpering and stuttering like a broken record. My reflection in the TV showed my mouth hanging open, my eyes half lidded in pleasure as Luke’s thrusts robbed me of any coherent thought.
“Ohhhhmygaaaawd, Luke… nooo…” I whimpered, my voice high-pitched and breathless. 3000cc? My mind raced with the implications. My already massive 2000cc tits were hard enough to manage. “I-I can’t… it’s too much…”
“Don't worry,” his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ll love it, baby. Everyone will stare at you, wondering how you even stand up straight.
“Oooooohhhh…” I whimpered, my mind racing with images of my future—a future where I was nothing but a pair of tits on legs, living for Luke’s pleasure. "AHHHH FUUUuuuUUUK…" I whimpered, my voice trembling. In the future I'll have tits so big I'll be forlorn for the tits I have now. I can’t believe I’ll look back on these 2000cc tits and wish they were still this size. Damn Lan and his magic rabbits foot—damn him."Ohhh fuuuuck…" I moaned, my body trembling with a mix of pleasure and dread.
“Ohhh fuck, oh fuck, Luke… fuuuuck,” I moaned, my nasally voice trembling as my massive cannons bounced with every thrust. I imagined Emily going off to college, leaving me behind. She’d get a boyfriend, graduate, maybe even marry someone—someone who wasn’t me. Meanwhile, I’d be here, Luke’s personal sex doll, my tits even bigger than they were now, constantly getting fucked in every position imaginable.
“Ohmygawd, OH. MY. GAWD!” I moaned, my voice trembling as he hit that spot, sending a spike of pleasure through me. My reflection in the TV showed my eyes rolling back, my lips parted in ecstasy. I imagined trying to cook dinner for Emily when she came home on break, my enormous 3000cc tits knocking over pots and pans as I struggled to stir anything. Fuck Lan and that damn rabbit’s foot, I thought, my body convulsing with another wave of pleasure.
What if Emily brought home a boyfriend? Oh shit, I’d be the big-titted hot trophy wife stepmom, my enormous fake titties spilling out of some slutty outfit that would attract her boyfriend's wandering eye. The thought sent a spike of dread through me, but it was quickly drowned out by another wave of pleasure as Luke pounded into me harder.
I imagined our future together—married for years, keeping him happy with constant sex. Anniversary trips to secluded beaches, Luke sitting in the sand my knees and giant tits creating craters in the sand as I give him a blowjob. Meanwhile, Emily would be living her own life—college flings, a career, maybe even a wedding—while I was stuck as Luke’s personal blowjob machine, lugging around my huge, fake tits.
I screamed, my high-pitched, nasally voice trembling as another wave of ecstasy hit me. "OHHHHHH GAWD, I’M GONNA—I’M GONNA CUUUUuuuuuUUMMMMMM!" My reflection stared back at me from the TV—eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open, my face twisted in pleasure. My body shaking uncontrollably. Luke’s personal sex doll, his trophy wife, nothing more than a breathing sex toy. And it was all because of that bastard Lan and his stupid rabbit’s foot. Fuck him! "AHHHH GAWD, L-Luke! Ohmygawd!"
Luke’s hips smacked against my ass, pulling me back to reality. “Cum for me, Teddi,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. I came with a loud, high-pitched scream, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damn that rabbit's foot.
"AHHHH FUUUuuuUUUK… yes! yes! YES! YES! FUCK YES!" I screamed, my voice breaking as my reflection in the TV showed my face contorted in pure ecstasy. "Ohhh fuuuuuck…" I moaned, my body convulsing as another wave of pleasure hit me. The orgasm ebbed for a moment, leaving me panting and trembling, my chest heaving as I gasped for air. But before I could catch my breath, it surged again, crashing into me. "AHHHHHH! LUUUKKKEEEEE! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!" My legs shook uncontrollably, my knees grew weak as the pleasure consumed me.
Luke’s hand slapped my ass, pulling a whimper from my lips. Oh my god, it's just gonna be endless days and nights of being his perfect little bimbo wife, lugging around my soon to be even more monstrous tits and cumming.
