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[Draft] Life Rewrite (Makoto Niijima TG Comm)
🕑 Added 2021-07-28 22:00:03 +0000 UTC“Damn it why did the game have to tug on my heartstrings so much,” Marcus muttered at the scene.
Ethan felt the same pull on his own heart and struggled not to let the tears from the game they were playing crawl down his face. It was getting harder by the second as a character that he had come to care for died in such a tragic way when he wanted them to have a happy ending.
Ethan and his friend Marcus were enjoying their Friday night, with whatever they could think of doing. It was something that they would do whenever school ended. They would spend the night just hanging out together, sometimes with another friend if they were up to it. It had become a ritual that the two of them would do every week. It was good, like another sign that they had made it out alive from the weekly boredom that was school. It was without question one of the highlights of their weeks.
“At the very least we’re making progress in the game. We’ve been meaning to play this game for ages, especially since we split the cost.”
“Yeah and I think we can both agree that the cost was well worth it,” Ethan remarked.
It was a habit of there’s where they would split the costs. It allowed them to get the games that they wanted and let them get more stuff that they wanted. The only problem was when they both wanted to play it immediately, but it was resolved by a quick couple of rounds of rock papers scissors.
“Hey, do you still think about what it might be like to live in Japan?” Marcus asked, his mind once again wondering what it would be like to live there, or at least visit the country.
“I’m sure one day we’ll get to go and see it for ourselves as a nice vacation,” Ethan said. “You’re not chickening out are you?”
“What no of course not! It’s just that it’s a big difference and all, and a big thing to set up a trip and get an idea, and that’s not including expenses,” Marcus replied. “I still want to go there and know what it would be like to live there. At the very least I want to go there and see the sights.”
It was a big dream that Marcus had brought up that he wanted to go do. He always had a fascination with the country and the culture. It had first been brought about from the manga involving ninjas and samurai. After that, it led to him looking up what the true history of japan and those warriors were like and his fascination grew. The more he learned about the nation the more he wanted to go there for himself. It was further enhanced by the fact some of his favorite gam companies were there along with it being the originator of manga. It made him want to see it for himself and what it would be like to go there.
“I know, it’s not every day that one goes to a new country and all,” Ethan said.
“Yeah ain’t that the truth,” Marcus said as he pulled out his phone and looked at the time, he frowned and started to gather all of his stuff together. “It’s getting pretty late. I better head home before my mom calls me.”
“Good night,” Ethan yawned, his eyes feeling heavier by the second now that his friend was getting ready to leave.
The moment his pal finished packing his stuff, he walked him to his car. He might not need to but he wanted to.
“Alright man, see you later,” Ethan said and watched him drive away.
Now that he thought about it, he was curious what time it truly was. Had to be close to midnight at the least since he was leaving. He grabbed his phone to see how late it was as it buzzed and he saw that he had gotten another email.
The young man unlocked his phone blinked when he saw a strange app on his phone that he was sure that he hadn’t downloaded. The app in question was black and red and looked like an eyeball with a star inside where the pupil should be.
“The hell?” Ethan muttered. He was sure that an app with a design like this he would have remembered downloading. He tried to think of what it might be for from the design of the app. If he had to take a guess, then it would for a game that he had downloaded, but hadn’t started playing. There was one way that he would know for sure. The blonde tapped the app, and the screen went dark as the same app icon appeared on his phone screen.
Suddenly the phone crashed and he was back at the phone screen. A heavyweight suddenly came over his body, making him feel off. He blinked as the world looked like it was rippling in front of him, like when a drop entered another pool of water. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, hoping that it would quickly pass. For a moment he swore that the environment looked different, but it quickly passed after a second. After several seconds the heavy feeling passed and the rippling stopped.
“Whatever,” Ethan muttered and trashed the app. If it was important he was sure that he would have remembered why he downloaded it in the first place.
After doing he looked at the time again and frowned as he went back into his house. If he was going to get through the day and not have his mother barge into his room so he didn’t spend the rest of the day wasting his time as she put it. Even if it was a weekend and had all the time to do what he wanted at his own pace. She didn’t want to let the breakfast that she had made go to waste. He jumped into his bed and pulled the covers over himself, uncaring that he was still in his pajamas. He closed his eyes and sleep quickly overcame him.
“Ethan wake up! You better wake up if you want to have something to eat before you go to school!”
Ethan groaned as he woke up, his eyes feeling heavy and his stomach hungry.
After a moment, the words that his mother spoke registered in his head. What did she mean by before he went to school? It was a Saturday, school doesn’t happen on a Saturday.
He forced himself up and rubbed at his eyes as he reached around to the nightstand that was on the side of his bed, but then his eyes bulged when he noticed that he was no longer in his room. Instead of his room, he was somehow in someone else’s. There were two large bookcases filled with books. A small section set up with a laptop and a nightstand set up next to it. There was a coffee table
“What the fuck!” Ethan exclaimed as he leaped out of his bed wondering where he was.
The displaced young man grabbed one of the books on the coffee table and opened it to a random page. He blinked when he saw that instead of English like he was expecting it was in Japanese. He put it down and grabbed another one of the books and saw that it was Japanese as well. The young man went over to one of the random books and pulled it off to the shelf.
Just like the other two books that he had read it was in Japanese.
“Why are there books in Japanese here?” Ethan questioned. He groaned as a sudden headache came over him, as he held his head, dropping the book. The young man breathed out as the world started to spin around him. Just as quickly as the sudden pain came it passed and he breathed. He looked down at the book and picked it up. Again he looked at the page, but this time he could make out the kanji on it as it was in plain English.
“Why can I read Japanese now?” Ethan said, his heart faint and feeling like he was about to faint. He pulled more on it, and could read and write it with the same clarity as he would as if he was writing in English. He could vaguely recall lessons in classrooms, surrounded by others that he was sure that he hadn’t taken, and yet he knew that he was there.
“Ethan!” His mother called, making the young man jump.
“Coming!” Ethan answered as he quickly placed the books back and rushed out, hoping that he would be able to find some answers. He went down the stairs, his heart pounding, wondering what he would find.
He blinked at the sight of his family. They all looked similar, but at the same time different than what he was used to. Despite that though he knew that they were his family. He felt as relaxed as he usually did back home.
“Morning,” Ethan said quietly as he took a seat at the table and observed his altered family.
His mother looked the most like herself and had her hair done in the same and her face was as well, but she was a little smaller than he remembered.
His father’s hair had been greying, but now it was all completely silver. He still had the same thin pair of rectangular glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. He was dressed up in a police officer’s uniform, which was a massive change, considering that his father was an accountant. Memories came forward that made Ethan blink that told him father wasn’t just an officer, but the head of the police.
His older sister looked the most different out of all of them. She had long silver hair and was dressed up in a nice black suit that hugged her developed figure. She would have been a knockout ten out of ten.
“Oh, there you are! I was wondering what was keeping you, his mother said. “I thought I would have to barge in there and throw the covers off of you.”
“Someone decided to sleep in today. Normally you’re already ready to go. You still need to get your uniform on, and also get ready, I’m sure that you don’t want to keep a special someone waiting,” the silver-haired teased with a smirk.
“What?” Ethan asked, trying to think of who she could possibly mean.
“Don’t tease your sister,” his father said.
“Sister?” Ethan questioned and could only look between them, feeling like he was missing some context on the whole thing. He didn’t place much thought on it as he focused on his meal, listening to them talk. He felt like an outsider listening in on someone else’s conversation and didn’t have anything to add. The young man wanted to ask why he was called a girl but didn’t want to be the center of attention. The young man tried to make himself look as small as possible at the table. He didn’t want to get dragged into the conversation when he might not have a proper response. His father looked at his watch and got up.
“You better finish getting ready if you want to make it to school on time,” his father said as he went up to hug her. “As for the two of us we better head out to. We don’t want to be late to the precinct.”
“Right, have a good day,” Ethan said as he returned the hug awkwardly. His altered sibling came up for one as well and he returned it quickly. He went back to the room he woke up in, glad to get away from them.
Ethan entered the room and sighed tiredly, rubbing his forehead, feeling the beginning of migraine come over him again. He would rather just sit in here and wait until he could figure out what was going on, but that wasn’t going to be an option. He looked at the closet and knew that he had to get ready, lest he wind up on the other end of an angry mother. That was something that he was sure transcended realities if she was still his mother.
“Ok let’s get ready to face the day,” Ethan muttered as he opened the closet and then froze at the sight of a female wardrobe.
Inside the closet were a wide variety of female clothes, shirts that would have shown or conformed to a woman’s body. Sport’s bras, formal tops, dresses. The most horrible thing that stood out to him in that closet were the bikinis. He pulled open the dresser and came face to face with female undergarments. His face burned brighter and he slammed the drawer shut and stepped away from the closet as if there were a snake inside it.
“This is bullshit, I can’t wear any of this!” Ethan complained as he grabbed what could only be the school uniform and started to put it on. He gulped at the thought of putting on a pair of panties but didn’t have much choice.
Suddenly a glazed look entered his eyes as his body moved on its own. It grabbed the clothes that he would need and placid them to the side. The moment aloof the clothes were gathered he started to robotically put them on.
The first thing he slipped on was the bra and panties, seemingly not all bothered by wearing the feminine underwear. He slipped on the stockings that he had, shuddering as he did until it fully enveloped his lower body. He put on the skirt and shirt.
“What the,” Ethan started only to suddenly feel like he was wearing different clothes, and looked down. He blushed darkly as he looked at down at his clothes, feeling like an idiot. He could tell that he would be the center of many jokes if people saw him like this, especially back at his old school. He wanted to take it off, but a voice in the back of his head told him that he shouldn’t since it was the school’s uniform. The young man struggled himself and grabbed the bottom of the skirt tightly, fighting with himself, until he finally came to a decision.
“I guess I’ll just have to keep this on until I can find something better or something,” Ethan sighed tiredly. The last thing he needed to do was get in trouble.
Ethan looked down on the brown loafers and frowned. He wasn’t sure they would feet since looked to be small for him, but they were all he could put them on. All of the shoes in here were the same size and it wasn’t as if he could ask his dad if he could borrow a spare pair of his. It would be weird. The young man sighed tiredly as he picked them up and started putting them on.
As he put on the shoes, his feet started to shrink and get smaller. His toes and the rest of his feet smaller, becoming smaller feminine feet. When they finished changing he was easily able slip them on as if they were made for his feet.
“That’s weird,” Ethan commented, he thought they wouldn’t fit so well.
“Ethan you better head out now if you don’t want to be late!” His mother called.
“Alright!” Ethan said and looked around until he saw a school bag. He grabbed it and headed down the stairs and saw his mother with a bento box in hand.
“Have a good day sweetie,” his mother said and gave it to him as she kissed his cheek.
“Thanks, mom, have a good day,” Ethan said and returned it. He stepped outside when the door was shut behind him he sighed tiredly. “Going to a school on a Saturday is sacrilege.”
The young man looked up wondering where he needed to go and after a moment he knew where he needed to go, just like when it came to the language. It was just there, as clear as if he had just done it yesterday, even though he knew he was in a different country.
“This is so weird,” Ethan commented as he could feel the stockings and panties ride up his body. He blushed intensely, already imagining what it would be like when he got to school. He pulled on them, but the stockings would immediately ride up again, making him sigh tiredly. “How do girls walk wearing these stupid things”
As he walked, the rest of his legs continued to change. It continued up his legs from his feet. His legs lower legs slimmed down and the back of his calves tightened. The moment it got to his thighs they started to grow larger as if they were loaves of bread baking in the oven. They swelled larger and larger, the stockings conforming to their growth easily. Soon the transformation finished and was left with strong thick sexy thighs that would be the first thing people notice from how the stockings conformed around them. They would have filled the fantasies of leg lovers everywhere as they imagined them being wrapped around their bodies.
“What the hell’s happening?” Ethan said as he brushed down below and blinked at how his thighs felt.
“Hey, Ethan!”
Ethan blinked, wondering who would know him in Japan of all places. He looked around, wondering who was the one to call him and then his mind stalled when he saw that it was best friend Marcus, who was dressed in the school’s male uniform.
“Marcus-kun?” Ethan said, wondering if he was seeing things. The words slipped out on their own.
“Morning Ethan, how are you doing?” Marcus spoke in fluent Japanese.
“I slept alright, though I had a hard time getting out of my bed this morning,” Ethan replied, again the words coming intuitively. “How are you?”
“I slept well, though I did go to bed a little later than I should have. I had a little trouble with the homework,” Marcus replied sheepishly. “Do you still want to meet up tonight and hang out? We could finish our homework and have some fun right after.”
“Of course I do,” Ethan smiled, for the first time feeling some joy. With all this weirdness and craziness he needed something that would put him at ease. It would help think straight and maybe figure out what was wrong.
The glee in Ethan’s heart died down as the heaviness returned and his mind went over all the differences in his life from yesterday. Ethan opened his mouth to speak again and then bit his tongue. He wanted to ask if he remembered yesterday, living in America with him, but wasn’t sure how to phrase it. If he was here and spoke proper Japanese as if it was his primary language then would his past be altered as well.
He would be lying through his teeth if he said that he didn't feel comforted by his friend’s appearance. Ever since he woke up he thought that he would have to navigate it by himself and desperately search for more clues by himself. Though now that Marcus-kun was here he could learn a little more without having to look for other sources.
“Kun?” Ethan muttered, wondering why he called him that.
Manners that had been taught to him and ingrained from this childhood living in japan came forward the more he focused on it. Of his parents telling him what was right and wrong, and sitting in a classroom being told how they should act in certain situations. More memories of the new life came rushing forward, and he held his head at the slight throb of pain that came from them. After a moment, the changing young man ran his hand down his face and sighed. He blamed it on the mental changes that came with learning the language.
“So do you want to head to class that way we don’t have to worry about getting there late and all,” Marcus said.
“I guess,” Ethan muttered. It never hurt to get there a little early.
The two started walking to the classroom, and as they did, Ethan felt off. His hands ached as if wanted to be filled with something for a reason that he couldn't quite identify. The changing boy tightened his grip on his bag trying to alleviate the problem, but it didn’t work. It was as if it was the wrong material that he wanted to grab. Ethan looked at his friend and his heart skipped a beat as his face burned. He quickly looked away, wondering why his body was reacting that way to his best friend.
As the two of them walked a sudden pain entered Ethan’s hips making him wince as the next change came over them. They slowly started to push out and widen, it was almost as if every step was causing a slight reaction. The more they grew, the more the beginning of an hourglass figure was visible. The young man’s steps felt uneven and made him frown as he started to walk with more of a strutt. The young man tried to change how he walked, but no matter how he did, he still had it, even as the transformation started to slow. When they finally came to an end. he had wide hips that would have added a delicious sway to his rear end if it was more prominent or the skirt.
The effeminate young man stopped where he was and rubbed them and groaned from their new sensitivity. It was as if he had banged them into the corners of a table. The young man’s body warmed from his actions. He looked down and froze at the sight of the undeniably feminine hips that he had now.
“Are you ok?” Marcus asked, worryingly. He looked down and saw her rubbing her hips and blushed slightly.
“What the?” Ethan muttered and looked down and paled at the sight of his curvy lower body.
“Ethan?” Marcus questioned.
“I….I need a moment,” Ethan muttered and ran to the nearest bathroom that he could find, almost knocking down people that he passed by. If he had taken a moment to relax then he might have noticed that he had entered the woman’s bathroom.
Ethan saw the mirror and stopped in front of it. He stared back at his reflection in the mirror, not sure what to think. His mind was in turmoil as he stared at the curvy lower body that he had. It was as if someone had taken two different pictures and kept one of his normal self up top, but replaced the bottom half with a woman’s. Everything about his lower body screamed womanly with the new legs, and wide hips.
“This can’t be real. Ahh!” Ethan cried as his face darkened again as a sudden warmth hit his lower body again. The young man blushed as he could feel his member rising against the panties and stockings. He gulped as he quickly looked around and pressed his hand down on the front of his skirt. He blushed brightly at the feeling of his manhood brushing against them.
Suddenly he bucked his hips as it got smaller. The young man held the counter as tightly as he could as the change continued. His breathing became more labored as the change. He couldn’t reach down as the transformation continued and gulped, he didn’t trust himself to stay standing if he did, as if his legs would give out on him. The transitioning boy could feel every centimeter that he lost as it went into his body. It was as if someone was gently stroking his member. The tip of Ethan junior entered his body and he moaned lewdly, swaying side to side as if he had just gotten off a roller coaster. His balls immediately followed and entered his new hole as a new entrance formed that send out a light layer of juices that wetted the front of his panties.
“Oh my god,” Ethan muttered hoarsely at the feeling of the soft new lips that were between his
or rather her legs. She shuddered and pulled back. This was the closest she had been to a woman’s anatomy and it wasn’t at all how she thought it would be.
The young woman looked at the time on her phone and gulped. For a moment, she considered her options and what she could do. Staying here seemed appealing, but that wasn’t going to help her, especially not with Marcus out there. He might get a teacher if he was worried about.
She couldn’t hide in here, no matter how much she wanted to.
The young woman grabbed her bag and stepped out of the bathroom looking quite flustered. It was strange, to walk without feeling anything down below, but she could deal with it. Marcus looked at her worryingly and her heart skipped a beat at how worried he was.
“Are you ok?”
“Y-Yeah I’m fine,” Ethan quickly replied and tried to brush off the quirkiness of it all. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that after all that just happened to her. One part wanted to cry over the sudden loss of masculinity, while the other told her to keep her going and focus on her school day. She wanted to tell him everything, despite how odd it would be, but knew better then to do so with how crazy it sounded. She cleared her throat, desperately trying to bring back some sense of composure. “Let’s go to class.”
She took the lead back to her class. The young woman could feel the roll of her hips, despite her best efforts not to and gulped. She was grateful for the skirt, even if it did feel like further emasculation to her identity. She was happy she didn’t have to worry about her butt being ogled as she walked to class. Even if the skirt still drew attention.
“Ok,” Marcus said awkwardly as he quickly followed after her. He wanted to push and ask if she was sure, but with how resolute she seemed, he wasn’t sure he was going to get an answer from her. Still if she was certain about it then, he had no reason to doubt her. She hadn’t steered him wrong and been forward in all the times they had spent together.
The two entered the classroom and looked around. They grabbed their seats next to each other and sat down. The two of them passed the time together, talking to each other about whatever came to mind. As they talked the new young woman could feel her troubles melting away, despite the awkwardness of being a young woman down there and her plump thighs. It was as if there were small faint pillows around them.
Their teacher entered the room, and the conversation in the room immediately died down. They all pulled out their things and readied themselves for the day. Some looked more prepared and hopeful than others as if they were staring down the guillotine.
As Ethan prepared to listen to the lesson, a small gurgling noise came from her stomach and she held it. Ethan gulped as she braced herself for what was undoubtedly the next change. She paled as her stomach and waist slowly started to curve inward. She placed her hand on her stomach and leaned forward, trying to keep her focus. To her horror, she could feel her stomach tightening unlike it ever had before. She pressed down and blushed at the hard flat stomach that only further showed off how far into womanhood she had become. The bottom-heavy figure that she had looked even more prominent with her slim figure.
She looked at her chest and gulped. The mere thought of her having a fully developed rack, made her shudder. She wanted to say that she wouldn’t be that big, but with this sort of thing, there was no guarantee of what might happen next. She snuck a look at Marcus and the butterflies in her stomach grew, but not out of worry, Out of concern that he wouldnt like busty girls.”W-why am i thinking of him like that?”
Her arms felt off and she raised them to her face and watched her hands changed. Her nails that she had never put more than a moment's thought in caring for cleaned up. The dirt on them seemingly disappearing as they grew longer. Her fingers that had calluses from working out and doing a variety of odd jobs got smaller. The rest of her arms got smaller and she hugged herself as they did, not sure what to think or do. Her shoulders cracked inward as they did rounding out her build. The young woman’s arms felt like mush from all that had happened to her. She rubbed them, hoping that it would help her arms which felt like mush better.
The teacher noticed that Ethan wasn’t paying any attention and frowned. She narrowed her eyes and bounced the piece of chalk up and down, getting a feel for the weight. The chalk flew through the air and nailed the distracted young woman on the head, smiling.
“Oww!” The young woman cried and rubbed her face where the piece of chalk had hit her.
“At least put on a veneer of caring for the lesson, Niijima,” the teacher said.
The young woman blushed at the attention that she was getting from everyone and gulped as a blush formed on her face. She quickly nodded her head and the teacher went back to her lesson.
“Wait? Niijima?” The young woman muttered quietly with wide eyes. She tried to think of her old life and could still recall it with the same clarity that she had earlier, to her relief. Still, the more she tried to think of herself as Ethan, but the name didn’t have any impact on her. It was as if she was referring to a stranger. She looked down at her name and the more she looked at it the more right it felt, as if that was her true name. Her heart stilled and rubbed her head, not sure what to feel about that, or what it meant exactly. She didn’t have long to think of it though as the next change came over her.
Makoto’s face felt off, as if someone was dragging some moisturizer across it and was patting it as much as they could. She twitched from the invisible hands that were working on her face. She turned her head away as if she was trying to make them stop, but they continued without any issue. The young woman could feel the change happening to her face and how her skull adjusted to the changes and the rest of her facial features changed. The moment the sensations that plagued her face were over she gulped.
Makoto raised her hand and rubbed her face, feeling the shape of her new face and skull. Her nose was smaller, and her lips had a increase in plumpness that certainly wasn’t there mere moments ago. The face of her head had shifted. It was still roughly the same, but it felt smaller, rounder.
It didn’t stop there. Her blond hair darkened as if a bottle of dye had been poured over her head. She could see small chocolatey brown locks enter her vision as it changed. Makoto watched as blonde strands of her old self darkened, her heart heavy as if someone had it in a vice grip. Something rested on top of her head and she pulled it off and saw that it was a brown headband that perfectly matched her hair.
Makoto wanted nothing more than to see her head right now and see how different she looked. A sudden flash of a memory came to her and suddenly she knew what she looked like. Round heart-shape face, plump lips, and beautiful round eyes. She was a beautiful girl that would have made an impression on people wherever she met.
Makoto went over everything that had changed about her and added it to a mental checklist. There were only a few things left before her transformation was done. She wanted to say that she wouldn’t be dealing with any enhanced growth, but considering the bra she doubted it. The young woman wasn’t going to be winning any competitions, but there would certainly be enough there to get some looks.
The next teacher came in to teach their lesson, and the young woman again braced herself to focus on the lesson, she tried to regain the composure that she had earlier. She didn’t want to be the center of attention again she like she had to be in the last one.
A sudden warmth came over her chest and butt, making the young woman’s thighs slamm together as the feeling from her nipples and butt grew. It was as if someone was rubbing her chest with one hand and used the other to play with her rear. One of their fingers getting closer to the hole between her lower cheeks. She snuck a look behind her, making sure that she didn’t have to deal with a daring pervert.
It continued to get worse as the class went on, despite her pleas for it to end. Makoto knew that it was building up to something and with all that had happened to her it could only be the rest of her curves.
Makoto looked at the clock, her body trembling and jittery. She took note of the time and thanked the Kamis that it would be the lunch period soon, and she prayed that this sensation would pass before the next class. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would handle it if it continued by then, growing as it had.
The moment the bell rang, Makoto pushed herself out of her seat and awkwardly left the class, trying not to be bothered by her body. She could feel the looks she was getting from others, but ignored them as best she could. She made her way to the rooftop, panting heavily, and her face red. It was the only place that she could think of that would give her the privacy that she needed. If she stayed there she was sure that she would make a scene. She placed her hand up to her bustline and pulled back.
Marcus watched her leave the room, wondering what was going on with her. She had been so antsy during the class, and couldn’t sit still. It was completely unlike her, normally she would be calm and collected, focusing on the lesson with intense determination. The way she walked out of class was also pretty strange, as if something was rubbing against her.
The young man sighed. Normally they would just sit across from each other and have their meals together. He looked over her stuff noticed that she had left her bento box. He looked at the time and then grabbed it and her stuff along with his. There was no way that he was going to let her go hungry. It was inhuman to not have a meal during the day and a nice lunch could probably help her.
Makoto threw open the door and wandered out. She quickly looked to make sure that she was the only one there and sighed in relief. With everything going on with her body, who knows what would happen to her, and what she would do. It was a miracle that she hadn’t squealed and embarrassed herself in the class with how she was acting.
Suddenly her boobs and butt felt like they were bubbling and she could feel the pressure building up behind them. The young woman shuddered and her teeth chattered as if she was out in a blizzard. The feeling of someone roughly groping her rear and rubbing her flat chest got more intense as they got bigger.
“N-no,” the girl said as they grew out. She could stare at them in wonder, the horny part of her mind wondering what it would be like to squeeze them, but she couldn’t bring herself to touch them.
The roundness of her boobs was becoming all the more clear on her chest as it continued t push. She pulled the front of her shirt and watched her developing boobs fit into the cups of her bra. The more they grew, the more her bra supported them and kept the growing weight from throwing her off balance.
The stockings and panties that she wore reminded her that there was another thing that was developing in tandem with her body. She pulled the top of her skirt up and watched her butt swelling as well, her panties seemingly getting eaten between her developing cheeks.
She rubbed her bottom and flinched from the feelings that it generated. Her breathing grew more erratic at the sensations that it caused and her hand continued to rub her growing ass, unable to stop herself from doing so.
Her mind went to her friend Marcus and imagined that it was him who was playing with her body. She couldn’t bring herself to stop the fantasy that was coming and closed her eyes. The heat swelled and a please grin spread across her face as she imagined being in his strong arms and his hands playing with her body. The pressure on her gut continued at the thought of them together and she couldn’t help but smile, her lips feeling like they were missing something.
When both of them finally stopped growing, the young woman shivered in relief, her body still roaring in arousal. She forced her eyes to open and looked down at her body. The first thing she saw was her decently sized bust that was the size of ripe oranges. Her mind telling her that they were a perfect C-cup that would fit perfectly in the palm of someone’s hands. After a moment she looked behind her to examine her rear end, pulling the skirt up once more and blushed at the sight of her huge round ass that surpassed the size of her boobs and looked like full apples with the tightness to match. It was clear that she was a big bottom girl and if she wore any sort of tight pants it would be clear to all.
The pressure in her gut was still there, like a rock that wouldn’t go away. It vaguely reminded her of when she was a man and was close to reaching her climax, but wasn’t able to reach it quite yet. It was almost as if she had been cheated out of it.
The door opened, and the young woman quickly let go of her skirt and turned to face it. The last thing she needed was to accidentally flash someone and show her panties to them. Her heart skipped a beat and her face reddened further when saw it was Marcus, lugging all of her stuff.
“Oh...hey,” Makoto started awkwardly, unable to help herself but roll her hips. The fantasies of him playing with her body were still fresh in her mind and made her desperately want to make them real. She crossed her arms in front of her and gripped her hands tightly, trying to distract the lustful thoughts in her head.
“Hey, Makoto are you ok? You ran out of the classroom pretty quick,” Marcus said as he placed their stuff down. He stepped forward and placed his hand on her forehead, making her heart beat faster and her face burn brighter.
“I’m fine,” Makoto replied, trying to keep herself steady as the growth of her curves finally started to slow.
Marcus smiled and looked around, as if he was double-checking something. After a moment, he frowned and breathed in and out. “Makoto, there’s something that I want to ask you.”
“W-What is it?” Makoto said, inwardly grimacing at the stutter.
“You know how we hang out weekly right?” Marcus started.
“Y-Yes?” the young woman asked, trying to keep her face straight.
“Well, I was wondering if...maybe...if you’re okay with it can be a...a date night instead. But if you don’t want to and just stay as friend’s that perfectly fine and I totally understand. Sorry if it seems a little sudden-”
That was as far as he got before Makoto slammed her lips on his and pushed her chest as much she could against her upper body. The sensations coming from her chest further fueled her lustful desires for him and moaned. Her ass begged for attention again and she wiggled them side to side trying to compensate for it, but to no avail. The two broke apart a trail of saliva trailing down between them. They continued to hold each other staring at one another.
“That….That was my first kiss,” Marcus admitted.
“Mine to,” Makoto blushed, recalling that bit of information. She had kissed a person before in her life as a man, but in her new female life it was. Yet, the kiss that she just had with her best friend was more electric and thrilling then the kisses she had a boy.
The two sat down next to each other and started to eat their meals, their shoulders right next to each other. They traded small portions of their meals with each other and feed the other, earning a smile from their new partner.
