I loved my girlfriend Leah, however, being a boob guy, I often wished she had bigger breasts. We used to joke about it together, but I thought she understood that I loved her regardless. Turns out she'd been complaining about these comments to her friends. Unfortunately for me, one of Leah’s oldest friends is a witch. I’d heard the rumours about her: that her exes mysteriously disappeared and she supposedly turned them into her play things, but I’d always laughed it off. I never imagined that magic was real, nor that she'd target me.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately she did. She burst into our house one day, shocking us both. With a predatory grin, she told me that if I wanted my girlfriend to have big tits, I should step up and be them. There was a brief haze as my vision went dark before my consciousness suddenly snapped back into focus. I wasn’t stood where I had been, my vision was far lower, with what looked like my girlfriend’s legs sprawled out infront of me. But hadn’t she been sat on the sofa? Trying to move, I couldn’t – there was no sensation from my arms, hands, legs. I was just…there. I felt like I was held in place, as if without the support I’d fall, but there I remained.
Without warning I was thrust upwards, my vision going crazy as my eyes seemed to bounce around, almost independently of each other? The sensation continued until the movement stopped. It took a moment longer for my vision to stabilise. Finally able to see properly again, I saw Leah stood there looking down at me. How was she towering over me now? – She’s tiny at only 4’10”! Her boobs were much bigger now too – she looked amazing! It took longer than I’d like to admit to realise what had actually happened. Only after her hands squeezed and lifted me did reality finally hit home. Magic was real. Her friend really was a witch. And now I’m my girlfriend’s breasts!
It all made sense: why I couldn’t feel my arms or legs, why my line of sight was lower and…mmmm…the amazing sensations I was receiving from being fondled. She was still stood infront of the mirror. I couldn’t help but stare at myself hanging there on her chest. Her hands gently lifting me, running across my sensitive skin and ahh brushing past my now extremely hard nipples.
I was so engrossed in my new form that I missed the witch cast another spell to remove my possessions from our home, leaving my now ex-girlfriend officially single. Staring longingly in the mirror at the magnificent tits I’d become, I failed to hear their conversation before the witch left us alone together. I only came back to reality when my vision was wrenched away from my own reflection and began to bounce and jiggle again as she walked into our bedroom.
Leah walked over to our…her double bed, now pushed up against the wall, and sat on it, allowing a perfect view of us in the new full-length mirror on the wall. She started slowly, hefting me gently, admiring the new size and weight of her increased bust. I felt so close to her in that moment, as stupid as it sounds. I could feel her excitement. Lifting my gaze away from myself, I saw her reflection smiling down at me. It made me feel so warm inside – she was happy with me!
It didn’t take her long after that to start exploring me properly. She began by lifting and shaking me – it was a weird sensation, but not as disconcerting as it had been before. Yes, my vision could only be described as jiggly, but her excitement flowed into me, causing my nipples to grow. She started to squeeze and grope me more vigorously, brushing harder against my nipples, causing them shoot fully to attention as small lightning bolts of pleasure crackled through my entire form from these little divining rods. Ohhhhh I knew instantly that she’d felt it too! Her hands quickly returned, this time focusing solely on my nipples. She started by pinching them so gently, but quickly increased the pressure as she squeezed and teased them, running her fingers back and forth as the pleasure erupted, bathing my whole form in continuous sparks of rapturous joy. It was so intense my vision unfocused and I couldn’t concentrate anymore, lost completely in the pleasure she was giving me.
Wait, why am I wet? My vision slowly returned, very split this time, half looking ahead and the other being caressed by her tongue as it swirled around and flicked across my left nipple. Her hand supporting my not insubstantial weight, her lips pressed tight around me as her tongue continued it’s ministrations. But all too soon it came to an end. Her hand began to lower and gravity pulled my fatty form away from her divinity…mouth…her mouth…That was weird, why did- But my train of thought was quickly lost as she lifted my other half to her maw, extending her tongue to tease me as she engulfed me once again. I was so distracted I didn’t see her repeatedly gazing at me in the mirror…
The next thing I knew, something cold was pouring across me, running down my soft skin, a lot of this liquid thankfully flowing into the space between my 2 pendulous forms where I could no longer feel it! But that didn’t last long as Leah scooped it into her hand and smothered part of my left breast in this slimy substance. She didn’t finish, however, leaning forward to return the bottle to her dresser. As she leaned forwards I was pulled down by gravity, truly dangling independently for the first time, able to appreciate just how much I weighed. Compared to her former boobs, I was certainly substantial! I felt a sense of helplessness as I gently swung there, occasionally colliding with myself, needing her to lift me back up, support me, look after me. I really was just a part of her now, completely at her mercy… My mind snapped back as I was lifted once again, by both hands this time, my form being gently caressed as she smothered me in this lubricant.
It didn’t stay gentle for long as she sped up her caresses, lifting me, squeezing me between her elbows and laughing as I slipped out of her grip, my skin sliding past her arms and fingers almost as if I were a liquid myself, constantly sliding out of her grasp before being hoisted again for another pass. My mind a malleable haze of motion, I’ve no notion how long she continued. The next thing I knew she was leaning back against the wall, staring down at me, her finger slowly tracing across my skin.
“Playing with you felt pretty damn good, so I can only imagine what it was like for you - just 2 silly little lumps of flesh dangling from my chest… Well, not so little anymore. I spied one of my new bras – you’re a whopping 32E if you can believe that? You wanted me to have bigger tits, and now, well, looks like I’ve got em, and you’ve got a front row seat as I get to enjoy you. But it’s not all about your pleasure y’know Andy? I’m newly single and I’ve got an itch that you just can’t scratch anymore…”
I could only watch as she spread her legs as her hand left me, her giant arms snaking past me as her hands slid down her skin towards her womanhood. Her beautiful, warm, tight and loving pussy… a part of her I’d loved so dearly since we’d become intimate and yet something I would never get to feel again!
She started slowly. Her arm obscured my vision so I couldn’t see what she was doing, but the more she played, the harder I felt my nipples becoming. Despite her ignoring me, leaving me quite literally hanging, I could feel her pleasure building. It was like her pussy was transmitting and I was the receiver, clued into her building pleasure as she increased her ministrations. As she became more enthusiastic her arm started to knock against me, sending a gentle jiggling through my forgotten fatty form as she started to drive her fingers inside, pushing deeper as I felt the pleasure building inside us.
She began to moan above me, her eyes scrunched closed as she threw her head back, the pleasure of her masturbation shooting through us and driving her rapidly towards orgasm. Leah began to buck her hips against her hand, she was so close now…Owner is so close…so…mmnnnhhhhh…
Her orgasm was incredibly powerful, banishing all coherent thought from my mind. When I regained consciousness, all I could remember was the pleasure…It was the best thing I’d ever felt…Owner satisfied us…Leah really was…erm, that was a…concerning thought… Must’ve just been my orgasm-added brain…yeah, that must be it…
But I didn’t have time to linger on that troubling development as I was once again freely dangling below Leah as she was hunched over the sink.
“Back with me eh Andy? It’s hard to know what you’re thinking but I’m pretty sure I felt you just coming to after my little playtime. Did you enjoy it? I certainly did. I haven’t had one that strong for quite some time…let’s just way my ex wasn’t all that in bed and leave it there, shall we? Anyway, I bet you’re wondering why I’m stood leaning over the sink? Well, just one more rinse and I’ll be ready to show you. You’ll just love it, I’m sure…”
After a few moments of running water, it sounded like she was wringing out her hair before there was a towel draped over her head, the edges brushing past me, aggravating my nipples as it erratically brushed past. Then it was whisked away and there Leah was infront of me, well, her reflection anyway, a huge grin on her face.
“For 2 years you stopped me dying my hair like I wanted, but it doesn’t matter what you want or like anymore Andy. You’re just a part of me now, you don’t get a say! My witch friend was kind enough to magic up a bottle of dye before she left, supporting me like a true gal-pal. Like you should’ve done when you were my boyfriend. Heh, I guess we’re more together now than we ever have been before…”
She left me with that thought as she turned and climbed into the bath, something she must’ve prepared whilst I was still out cold. As she lowered herself down, my vison plunged towards the water, stopping just above it’s surface as Leah sat upright in the tub.
The heat rising beneath me, catching in my under-breast and causing me to sweat as I dangled just above the water. I’m not too proud to admit I was pretty nervous, feeling like I’m about to freefall into this giant ocean below me. I knew I wouldn’t, I was very much stuck to Leah’s chest and it was just a bath, but from my new perspective everything was just so much bigger. Another bead of sweat pooled on my skin before it ran down across me, gravity pulling it across my curvature before another appears, this time running between me into Leah’s enhanced cleavage.
She sat there for a few minutes, playing with the bubbles and generally enjoying the warmth of the tub, but once she was fully acclimated, she started leaning back, lowering me towards the water as she submerged more of her body. I began to panic as the water level rose rapidly towards me. I was going to drown! I tried with all my might to move…but it was futile. I’m just 2 sacks of fat dangling from Leah’s chest. I no longer have autonomy.
Chuckling to herself slightly, she plunged me beneath the water, holding me down for a few moments before allowing me to float back up to the surface. “You silly boobies, you don’t need to breathe. Can you not feel my blood running through you? You’re part of me now Andy, remember?” She laughed again at her chastisement of me, gently flicking my nipple before closing her eyes as she relaxed in the tub. She’d felt my panic and anxiety. I suppose it makes sense, after all, she felt my pleasure. Or had I felt hers? It’s so confusing, the lines are all blurred now we’re one being.
Floating in the warm water was so relaxing, the weight of my heavy bodies no longer a burden to Leah or myself. I felt my mind begin to drift again…
Mmmhh, that feels nice…owner is caressing me…owner loves me…
Hm? Is it over already? My mind suddenly dragged back to reality as Leah climbed out of the bath, wrapping me in a massive towel. It was strangely coarse and soft at the same time, rubbing against me as Leah gently dried me.
The rest of the evening was rather dull. It was my first experience of being hidden from the world under Leah’s clothing. I can’t say I was a fan initially, having a giant blanket covering all of me, blocking out most of the light, leaving me unable to perceive my surroundings. But there was something strangely soothing about being tucked away in her pyjama top… I don’t know how long she was up before she went to bed. It’s hard to gauge the passing of time when you’re hidden away, with no light…
The next few days were rather uneventful. Get up, shower, go to work, come home, lounge around, sometimes masturbate, then bed. I used to love this sort of reliable routine when I was with Leah, but now it seemed more mundane. I don’t have a schedule anymore. There’s nothing for me to do. No-one else knows I exist. I’m just breasts now. I live my life on Leah time. A silent observer, listening to the muffled sounds of her life as she carries on as if nothing changed.
I was abit perturbed by her bras though. I was feeling increasingly at ease in them, understandable really as I spent hours a day tucked inside them, but I didn’t like the sense of comfort I was gaining from them. My mind was increasingly drifting into a contented blissful state, happy to passively remain in the safety her lingerie offered me. There was even one evening I’d been upset when she’d so cruelly taken away my home. The thought made me shudder. Was I loosing my sense of self to my new breasthood?
It was a few days later when she broke that routine. Light bathed me as she stripped down; stood infront of the mirror as she styled her hair, applied makeup and was choosing out which jewellery to wear. In the corner of my vision I could see a dress picked out, hanging there, waiting for her to wear it. I recognised it of course, it’s the dress she’d worn when we first met. She only wore it for special occasions, usually dates with me she considered of great importance, like our anniversary. What’s she got that out for?
Smirking, as if she knew what I was thinking, she addressed me “Big date night tonight. I matched with a cute guy, we’ve been texting and it’s finally time to meet. You never know, we both might get lucky tonight!” Looking directly at me in the mirror, she winked before turning and donning the dress.
I heard muffled parts of her conversation with him whilst they ate. She was laughing and seemed rather into him… But then he fucked up. As Leah stood and walked past him to head to the bathroom, he pinched her butt. It must’ve upset her as it wasn’t long before I heard her angrily talking. Based on the one-sided conversation, I’m guessing she’s on the phone to the witch. I can’t wait to see how she’ll punish this douchebag.
When we got home that night, it didn’t take me long to find out. I had felt Leah’s arousal building the whole way home. Judging by how I’d felt the last few times she’d masturbated, she must’ve been positively dripping by the time we got there as my nipples aggressively thust outwards, burying themselves in her soft lacy bra. Leah quickly stripped and was infront of the mirror, a new dildo sat below her on the floor, ready for her to straddle. In no time she’d mounted it, the dildo’s shaft burying itself within her as she began to vigorously bounce upon it. I was shaking violently from her movements, pleasure shooting through me, so kind of sister pussy to share her love.
The sheer force of my melons slamming repeatedly against Leah’s chest and each other was quickly becoming uncomfortable, so much so that she reached up to support my weight. The muting of my movements allowed the pleasure to once again rapidly start building within me, my nipples aggressively jutting outwards, ready to fire orgasmically at the slightest touch.
“Ugh, enjoying yourself Doug? Serves you right for being an ass. You’re just lucky I’m not into butt stuff, or you’d be in a whole other hole right now!” Leah taunted her former date as she continued aggressively riding him. For a moment I was smug at her taunting someone else for a change, but it didn’t last long. I was…envious? Why was she giving him her attention? She should be focused on me her beloved breasts!. My sulking obscured my thoughts until Leah’s orgasm flowed through me, driving away the jealousy thank you mistress…
Leah ended each following day riding Doug. She obviously loved her new dildo, and so did I…even if she was paying him far too much attention! I couldn’t help but be jealous as I was now sharing mistress with another, even if he was just some silly dildo...
Everything changed one night. Leah had a new toy. I’d been spending an increasing amount of time snuggling into her clothing as lethargy overtook me when she was dressed, so I don’t know where this new dildo had come from, another poor date perhaps? But this time was different. This dildo was more textured than Doug and was stuck to the table below me.
Kneeling infront of it, Leah spat on me, rubbing the saliva into my cleavage. Then she licked the dildo from base to tip, almost as if teasing it before opening wider and swallowing as much as she could. Retreating, she removed it from her mouth, grasped me firmly in her hands, wrapped me around the silicone cock and started using me to pump it. She was using me to give this new dildo a boobjob!
I could feel every detail of it: the throbbing veins, the bulbous head, the textured faux skin; my soft breast flesh dwarfing the lot as I enveloped it against my will. Whilst it was stimulating, I was grossed out at being in contact with a penis, even it if wasn’t real. What if there was someone inside it, getting off to boob me? I am a pretty amazing set of tits! I don’t want to be anywhere near a penis! mmm, he feels good! I bet he was a boob guy too…
Leah increased her pace, my bodies racing up and down the length of the dildo. I could feel an increasing sense of happiness and pleasure radiating out from it as Leah’s manipulations continued. It had been a person! I was wrapped around another guy, eurgh that’s so-
I couldn’t finish the thought. Cum rained down on me, pooling in my cleavage as Leah grasped me tight around the throbbing silicone cock. I could feel it twitching as wave after wave of semen erupted from it’s tip, coating me in it’s delicious juices. Continuous waves of pleasure shot through me as Leah slowed her pace to a stop, scooping what liquid she could from the dildo before rubbing it into my skin. Mistress is so kind, sharing her prize with boobies…Boobies love their owner…
In the back of my mind, I could feel these breast-like thoughts continuing to flood to the surface. They’d been increasingly invading my mind the longer I spent as Leah’s breasts. I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself, but I knew deep down as I sat here coated in semen, that I was slowly loosing myself. I was Leah’s breasts. Andy was gone. In his place, all that remained was a large, soft pair of E cup titties.
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A big thanks to CilanE for the story idea, image inspiration, and for allowing me to write a story in their wonderful Help I'm A Dildo series.