Stag Boobs

Stag Boobs

My best-man Martin had promised me that my stag-do would be absolutely brilliant, but to be honest… I was getting worried. Martin had broken up with his own girlfriend a few months back and part of the reason I’d even asked him to be the best-man out of all my many friends, was that I thought he needed something to keep him busy and occupied. I had hoped the duties of best man would keep him on track, but now only a few days before the stag-do, I had yet to hear anything about his plans.

Martin had never been that organised in the first place and he didn’t tend to look after himself that well. Since the break up he’d become even more disorganised, messy and absent minded and I wanted to make sure my friend was actually on top of his duties. I had a horrible feeling that Martin was probably not prepared for the stag-do and I was going to end up looking like an idiot. Martin often let people down.

In the end that was what had led to his own breakup. Angela had dumped Martin because he was so useless.  He’d begged her to stay, but she had brushed him off.  Now he was broken hearted and said he was still in love with her, but worst of all, she was one of Jenny’s friends. My future wife had even offered Angela a position as one of her bridesmaids so Martin was definitely going to see her at the wedding. They both claimed it wasn’t an issue, but I knew it was going to tear my friend up to see his ex looking amazing and enjoying the attention of other guys, as she enjoyed flaunting herself as the hot bridesmaid.

My own fiancee Jenny was the cutest, kindest girl I’d ever met. She was a total sweetheart and lovely to be around.  I was madly, deeply in love with her. She was slim and slender, small breasted and petite.  I couldn’t wait to make her my wife, though I sometimes wished I’d had more time to sow some wild oats. I’d only ever been with a couple of women, and once that ring was on my finger I was going to be faithful to Jenny for life.

Our wedding was now relatively imminent, but meanwhile there was still a lot of logistics left to do. I’d perhaps unwisely left the organisation of the stag-do entirely up to Martin whilst I got on with the main event, and now it had crept up on me.

Deciding I better check in and make sure everything was going smoothly, I decided to stop off at his small apartment and find out the arrangements from the man himself.  Martin lived on the fourth floor of an apartment block, so I buzzed up and he told me to come up. I preferred living in a house, but I guessed his small four bedroom apartment was the perfect size for a childless couple and I understood why he liked it so much.  The apartment had a nice view of the nearby park and river and it was nicely furnished and a reasonable rent.

Entering the apartment through the unlocked front door, I heard Martin calling me in from the back. As usual his apartment was a bomb site. Empty pizza boxes and unwashed dishes littered the surfaces. The floor was a mess of discarded cans and lazily hurled magazines and books. What would have been a clean and airy apartment had a tinge of the dishevelled bachelor. Martin lived like a bum and it was a constant source of irritation to me.

Entering the living space at the back of the apartment, I found Martin busying himself with a couple of boxes that had been delivered but not yet opened. “Oh hey Dude,” he grinned as he cut a box apart with a pair of kitchen scissors. “You’re just in time for the grand reveal.”

I asked him what he was doing and how things were going with the stag-do prep and he just grinned. “Pretty good, I booked the hotel and the flights. We’re having a nice little cheap trip to a sunny little island in Greece. Plenty of cheap beer, hot women and in the best traditions of a stag do… fake boobs!”

Laughing he ripped the box he was fiddling with open and pulled out a pair of fake plastic joke breasts, the kind you could always buy from a cheap costume store. Each was a cup of hard moulded plastic, with thin clear plastic shoulder straps and a hookable back strap in order to wear it, a bit like a bra. There was something… strange about the breasts. I found my gaze being drawn back to them repeatedly and a strange and increasingly insistent urge to try them on.

“Damn it, where are the rest?  They only sent me one!  Cheap bloody online shopping company, I needed a pair for all of us,” cursed Martin.  “No stag-do is complete without some dress up for the lads.”

My hand had begun to reach out almost without thinking and I had a suddenly vision of slipping the breasts on and wearing them. My desire to try them on grew and grew. I had always liked boobs, it was my one regret about Jenny. She was so flat-chested. I imagined her with a big round pair of tits like these fake ones and felt my cock twitch in appreciation.

Put them on. You like tits. You need tits. You WANT tits.

Yes I did like tits. I wanted to feel them on my chest. I wondered what it would feel like to look down and see breasts, to feel them jutting off my chest. I wondered how it felt to be a busty girl, the centre of attention always getting what she wanted due to her impressive assets.

My hand crept forward even further. I couldn’t wait to claim the tits, to put them on and feel them on my chest. 

Yesssss. Take me. Take me now.

Suddenly Martin picked up the fake breasts and the spell was instantly broken. I blinked in embarrassment.

“There’s something kind of hot about these tits,” he laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. “I can’t wait to try these on for some reason. It’s like they want me to wear them or something. Silly of course. Still I should try them on and see what these actually look like before I order any more for you and the other guys. The online seller I got them from was really weird, all the info was in Japanese or something so I couldn’t understand anything they were saying. In fact, it’s kind of weird, but I can’t even find them online anymore.”

Scrolling through his phone for a few seconds looking for the buyer, Martin shrugged. Then lifting up the breasts to his bare chest, Martin slid his arms through the straps and pulled the boobs up to his chest. I watched jealously as he pushed them into place. “Help me with this backstrap will you please dude.”

He turned around and my fingers went to his upper back. Touching the boobs sent a strange tingle through me and my jealousy increased. Why couldn’t I try them on? I should have been the one.

Fighting off the weird feelings, I carefully attached and tightened the back strap, causing the plastic tits to ride proud and high on his chest just like the real things.  As my hands moved away I heard a weird sucking sound… like the tits were somehow attaching to Martin’s chest. I heard him groan, an involuntary noise and then he began to turn.

Something was wrong. Something weird was happening. As Martin turned I could see that the plastic tits were melting into his skin and the straps fading away.  His body began to transform, the empty plastic breasts swelling up and filling with firm sexy flesh as he groaned and pushed his chest out, his shirt shrinking and transforming into a girls tight form-fitting one piece and his other clothing melting away. I could now see the bulge of his cock, pushing out from his crotch - his bare legs and bare arms now revealed as the magical transformation suddenly accelerated.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk yeahhhhh,” groaned Martin as his voice wavered and unbroke, his Adam’s apple retracting and his skin turning smoother. He lost height and weight, becoming smaller and more petite… now a good foot smaller than me. His hands went to his chest, cupping his massive new tits as the straps completely vanished and he was left holding two completely realistic boobs in each hand.  They wobbled enticingly and seemed heavy and real in his once masculine hands.

“Mmmmmh, ooooooh.”

Martin’s short hair began to lengthen and grow, blonde streaks flashing through the mane of silky hair that now reached down to his shoulders and upper back. Long sharp nails sprang from each finger as his eyes turned a deeper hazel, seductive and deep. Soft pink lips parted in pleasure as Martin’s flat bottom swelled out like he had been performing a hundred squats a day. Muscle tone and perfect definition ran over his skin, his tummy becoming wash-board flat and his hips cracking out to give him a more rounded figure.

Makeup shimmered into place, soft pink pouting lips and long sexy lashes moving in surprise as Martin’s face tightened up and became smoother and more feminine looking.  There was a funny cracking noise, and a brief wince of discomfort as Martin adjusted his once piece.  Looking down at his crotch I saw it was no perfectly flat and smooth. His bulge was completely gone and the tight grey material now hugged the curves of a feminine body without a trace of masculinity.

Martin was now tanned, smooth, blonde and petite. His voice was high pitched and gold earrings hung from his lobes. His pedicured toes and manicured nails looked amazing, and now I could see that it hadn’t just been him who was changing.

Martin’s once messy flat had totally changed. It was now tidy and clean, modern looking with stylish art on the walls.  An expensive coffee machine sat on the counter, and through the open door of his bedroom I could now see a women’s boudoir with a makeup vanity and a large full length mirror. A rack of designer clothes and a set of shoe cubicles now sat proudly in place… the once messy bedroom now looking like a female influencers space.

In the living room, the discarded pizza boxes and detritus of Martin’s life was gone, instead there were pot plants, flowers and a rolled up yoga mat. His Xbox was gone and the fridge was now full of healthy food and salads. Strangest of all was the metal pole now bolted from the roof to the floor near the centre of the room. What was that for?  The room even smelt better, a soft feminine floral smell - it could even have been the perfume that my friend was wearing.

It was like Martin no longer existed.

“Oh… my… God,” purred Martin in a sexy, highly feminine voice. He looked down at his body in total shock. The fake boobs had turned him completely into a woman. “I turned into a girl, what am I going to do?”

I didn’t answer. For my own part I could barely stop staring at Martin’s chest.  They made Jenny’s flat tits look like nothing. Martin’s tits were now the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. They were firm and heavy, round and perfect in every way. To my shame I felt my cock twitch as I imagined touching them, feeling them, holding them.  I imagined what it would feel like to pump by cock between them and cum over my friends new beautiful face. I blushed in shame.

Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with me?

Seeing my gaze, Martin’s hands tightened on his chest and he even grinned at the clear male attention I was giving to his impressive chest. “Mmmmmh, these do feel amazing,” he smiled, still cupping his boobs. “So this is what girls tits feel like,” he giggled as he squeezed and massaged his new assets.

“Can you remove them?” I asked curiously, “Maybe if you can take them off you’ll turn back to normal.”

Martin paused, dropping his boobs so they hung naturally from his chest again as his hands went to his lower back.  “Hmmmmm, I think so… I think I can feel the clasp. Can you?”

I walked behind Martin, admiring his perfect ass. He was smaller than me now and he looked so fucking sexy. My dick was rock hard now and I tried to ignore how soft his skin felt as I moved my hands over his lower and upper back. I could feel nothing but soft skin. “I can’t feel anything,” I finally admitted.

“Weird, maybe only I can remove them… good to know,” he smiled a fey light in his beautiful new eyes.

“So are you going to take them off,” I asked, feeling nervous suddenly about what was going to happen next.

“Hold your horses baby,” giggled Martin. “Now I know I can remove them, there’s no rush. I think we should explore this situation a little further. It’s strange, but the longer I’m transformed this way, the more natural it all feels. Aren’t you curious about this situation?”

“A little,” I admitted, “but Jenny is gonna freak if she catches me hanging around with a sexy girl like you.”

“So you think I’m sexy?” purred Martin as he swayed over to the door and found a handbag hanging from a hook. Rooting around inside he pulled out a feminine looking purse, and slipped a card out… a driving licence. 

“Mallory? Mallory Greene? I guess that’s my name now.  Hmmmm, according to this I’m twenty years old. Wow, there’s another I.D card in here too for that exclusive lap-dancing club in the city. It’s a staff card. I must be one of the dancers! I’m a fucking stripper! I must do well, otherwise I’d never be able to afford an apartment like this. Guess that explains the pole?”

Martin walked over to the metal pole and to my surprise suddenly leapt onto it with effortless grace. My mouth dropped open as he spun around it, his body perfectly arched and his legs wrapped round the pole as he giggled and laughed. “Holy shit, it’s like I can remember how to do this even though I’ve never done it before.”

“That’s incredible,” I gasped. “It's like the boobs have given you the knowledge you need to be a twenty year old stripper.”

“I guess they have,” smiled Martin. “If I close my eyes I can even remember how to do my makeup, how to dress my body, how to walk in a way that will get me the attention I crave. Mmmmh, and I can remember some other stuff too.”

“What other stuff?”

Martin giggled and bit his lip.  “I can show you if you like. This new body is making me really fucking horny.”

“Wh… what are you talking about?” I gasped in sudden surprise.

“Well - I was going to hire you a stripper for your stag-do anyway - but seeing as I AM now a stripper I guess I can give you a private show. How would you like it if I take off all my clothes and give you a lap dance?”

My friend began to tug off his one-piece. My eyes widened as he slid his tits out of the clingy material. They looked even more impressive naked. Tanned, smooth and round I had never seen such an amazing pair. “Martin, stop this, you’re nuts.”

“Call me Mallory,” purred Martin. “Come on Jack, how long is it since you felt a pair of twenty year old tits. Come here and touch my boobs. I promise you’ll like it.”

I watched in shock as ‘Mallory’ tossed aside her grey one-piece. Underneath she was completely naked. Her pussy was waxed and neatly trimmed, a tight pink slit. Her ass was smooth and perky… her boobs jutted magnificently from her chest. Entirely naked she began to gyrate around the pole. My hard-on was now so rock solid I could barely stand it.

“It’s okay Jack,” smiled Mallory as she tossed back her hair and leant back so her tits were fully on show. “Jenny doesn’t have a rack like me, so you’re never gonna get a chance like this again. Think of this as my wedding present. I don’t know how these magic tits came into my possession, but I may as well take advantage and so should you. Come over here and feel them.”

I walked over to Mallory who continued to spin on the pole. She seemed so unlike Martin that I had now completely forgotten it was my friend inside her beautiful body. I could smell her perfume… her skin had the scent of perfume and sex. She span around so that I was behind her. I walked up to her, her soft ass grinding up against my crotch as I put my hands around her back to cup her chest.

“Mmmmh, that’s it, give them a good squeeze,” she moaned, rubbing her naked ass against my powerful erection. Her tits filled my hands. They were amazing. I rubbed a nipple with a thumb and felt it stiffen causing her to moan louder and rub her ass harder against my straining erection. “Fuck yeah, squeeeze them Jack.”

I squeezed Mallory’s tits. She arched her head back and I kissed her neck. One of her hands went to my trousers and I felt my belt loosen as she began to unbuckle it. “Whoops,” she giggled as my trousers fell down and my dick sprang free. She pushed her ass back, my cock riding up into her ass crack and causing me to gasp in pleasure as she rubbed herself up and down on my body.

“Wh… what are you doing?” I groaned.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned, turning her head and kissing me passionately. I wish I could say I resisted, that I fought back… but I didn’t even hesitate. I hadn’t been with another woman for five years since I’d met Jenny, but now I had my tongue in another woman’s mouth.  Mallory was a much better kisser. Her tongue was in my mouth, her hands on my cock, pumping and stroking it. I groaned… sex with Jenny was often conventional and kind of boring. With Mallory it already felt exciting and dirty. I had never felt so turned on.

“I want you to fuck me Jack, take me right here like a slut in the middle of my apartment. Fucking do it.”

I groaned and spun her around, slapping her ass with a loud crack. She moaned and spread her legs for stability as I yanked my trousers off and bent her over double. Grabbing her ass, I used my other hand to guide my cock to her pussy. She was wet already, and it didn’t take long to coat my cock in her juices… my thrusts going deeper as I slid in and out of her tight body.

“Ohhh yes Jack, fuck me. FUCK ME!!!”

Thwap, thwap, thwap. Mallory screamed as I pounded into her, my balls hitting her ass as she grabbed onto the pole for stability and I grabbed her blonde hair and used it to yank her head back. Her mouth was stretched in ecstasy, her eyes rolled up in her head as I fucked her hard and caused her massive tits to bounce with every pump.  She moaned and whined and screamed like a pornstar, driving my wild. 

“Fuck me on the sofa,” she moaned as she let go of the pole, and slid off my cock. Turning around she jumped into my arms and I carried her to the couch, where she slid down onto my dick with an eager giggle. Stradling me, Mallory began to bounce up and down, grabbing my hands and directing them to her tits.

I screamed in pleasure as she rode me and I massaged her massive boobs. I was in heaven, this felt so amazing. “Mmmmmh yes Jack, fuck me like a slut,” she panted.

“Ughhh, I think I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.  

“That’s okay baby,” she grinned, “You can cum inside me. Fucking fill me up.”

“Noooo,” I groaned pushing her off. 

Her face clouded for an instant, an annoyed look in her eyes, then she smiled again. “That’s okay baby. Then cum all over my tits, fucking use me for target practice.” She knelt down in front of me.

I screamed as Mallory grabbed my dick and began to enthusiastically pump it, all whilst looking deep into my eyes and smiling. I felt my orgasm build and suddenly I was cumming. Thick white premarital cum erupted out of my dick, dripping and flowing over Mallory’s impressive chest. She moaned and giggled, making appreciative noises and squeezing every last drop out. “Mmmmh such a good boy,” she purred then smirking opened her hot pink lips wide and slid my dick back into my mouth. She sucked my dick, swallowing as much as she could as if it were caviar or a fine wine. I groaned as I felt her drain every last drop. Finally with a satisfied popping sound, she slid her soft pink lips back off my dick leaving pink lipstick smears on my cock. 

“Mmmmmh, delicious. Wow you sure had a big load. I guess Jenny hasn’t been meeting your sexual needs. Don’t worry, I won’t tell her you nearly nutted inside me. Just imagine if you had though? Maybe next time?”

Giggling, Mallory looked down at her massive chest and using a manicured finger she scooped up some of the cum that I had blasted over her perfect tits. “Mmmmmh, I do so love extras.”  She licked up the cum and ate more of it from her chest. Then standing up she walked into the bathroom to finish cleaning up the rest whilst I sat with my head in my hands, wondering what I’d just done. 

I thought about Jenny. I thought about my beautiful wife to be. In all the time I’d known her, I’d never cheated once. I’d never done anything to put our relationship in jeopardy. But now I had just fucked the shit out of another woman and even now as I tried to picture Jenny’s features, I couldn’t stop thinking about Mallory’s big tits. Mallory’s huge boobs filled my mind as I replayed blasting my load over them, watching my cum dripping down all over her tits. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to ram my cock between those tits and hear Mallory call me a good boy again as I creamed all over her massive mammaries. What the fuck was wrong with me?

Tears dripped down my cheeks and I groaned. What had I done?

Coming back out all cleaned up, Mallory snorted as she saw my tears. “Oh stop being such a fucking pussy. It doesn’t mean anything what we just did. I mean I can see you feel guilty, but don’t be. It’s not like I’m a real woman… well… I guess I kind of am right now, but if I take these off…” she began to fumble at her back.

“Everything will be fixed.”

I watched in fascination as with a grunt of effort Mallory began to peel her own huge boobs from her sexy chest. They resisted, then with a sucking sound they popped off her chest and in moments had become fake cheap plastic again. Mallory gasped and threw back her head groaning and wincing in discomfort, her body popping and cracking. The apartment around us began to transform, blurring and shifting. More rapidly than it had taken to become a girl, Mallory’s body lost its femininity and in a matter of seconds Martin was standing in front of me with a pair of fake boobs in his hands.

“See dude,” laughed Martin. “Mallory is gone and there is no lasting harm done. Jenny will never find out what we did.” He blushed. “I don’t know what came over me by the way. Please don’t ever tell anyone about this. I don’t know how these magic tits work or where they came from, I doubt I’ll ever find that website again, but we have to keep this our secret. I don’t want anyone knowing I sucked your dick and let you put it inside me too.”

“You can remember it all?” I asked shyly.

“Yeah, but it’s kind of weird, like it happened to someone else. I don’t think I have Mallory’s full memories or skills anymore, I couldn’t pole-dance if you held a gun to my head and I don’t remember anything about girls fashion and clothing. It all made so much sense when I had the boobs on.”

“How did it feel?” I asked looking down at the tits still in his hand.

“It felt good, really good… but I don’t wanna talk about it,” he suddenly blushed, putting the boobs into their box. “I need to think about what happened and get my head around it.  I think it’s best if we just forget about all this and concentrate on your marriage. Yes, this is an incredible discovery, but right now we only have a few weeks before you’re getting married and a trip to a Greek island to complete with the boys.”

I shrugged. Martin was right. The boobs were best put to one side for now and I needed to make up for my guilt about Jenny. We could try to find out more about them later on.  

Meanwhile, we had a beer and got back to normal discussion. It’s not like we forgot about the incredible magic boobs, but that is where it should have ended. 

It was actually just the beginning…

****

The weekend of my stag-do had come at last.  We’d boarded a plane at Heathrow and flown to Rhodes. A short hop on a ferry to a tiny Greek island resort and a weekend of sun, beer and fun awaited us. 

It was me, Martin and my three other mates - Richard, Shaun and Gary. 

Everyone was sharing two to a bedroom, except Gary who had a terrible snoring problem so we’d dumped him in a room at the end of the corridor. Martin and I were sharing a room of course, and Richard and Shaun were in another one. 

So far we’d mostly been out drinking and relaxing on the beach. As we were a small group and relatively well-behaved, we’d managed to avoid any problems with the locals. The resort was mostly full of tourists of course. There were even a few other stag-do’s and some hen-do’s.  Everyone other than Martin was married, but that hadn’t stopped my friends checking out the hot scantily clad women relaxing on the beach or wandering around the resort. Not that anything had happened of course.

I had almost begun to forget about Mallory, or perhaps I had just kidded myself that I had. I had jerked off a couple of times remembering her body and her tits, reliving that amazing moment in Martin’s apartment.  I was still convinced that was the end of it.

We were out in the hot evening air enjoying a few beers and chilling down by the road that ran alongside the beach. It was dark on the beach, almost pitch black, but you could still hear the waves and the moonlight added a little bit of illumination.  The locals said that often you could catch lovers down there on the sand… or more accurately, horny tourists having no strings attached wild sex.

We were laughing and playing cards, but as we played I was recalling something weird and I began getting an uneasy feeling. I was remembering how at the airport Martin had seemed so nervous, especially when the suitcases had gone through security. I remember how he had sidled up to one of the guards to say something and how he had distracted us all when his bag had been going through the scanner. At the time I hadn’t thought much of it, but now as my mind relaxed I began to suspect something. 

Putting down my cards, I made my excuses telling my friends I needed the toilet. Martin seemed fully engaged with the game, and I quickly slipped away - heading towards the nearest bar toilet, but then swiftly turning to head to our hotel apartment once I was out of sight.

Our room wasn’t far and heading inside, I opened Martin’s suitcase and carefully removed the piles of clothing inside.  Hidden below his clothes was a box and my heart skipped a beat as I opened it up and pulled out a pair of plastic tits.

Martin had brought the magic boobs with him. I couldn’t believe it.

In my hands the boobs felt plastic and light. My fingers tingled as they held the tits and I realised I was totally alone with them. I felt my heart beating and my hands went to my shirt. 

Put them on. It’s your turn now… 

I felt sweat dripping down my skin as I slid my shirt off my chest and trembling held the tits in front of me. I could almost feel the cups magnetically moving towards my upper torso - my hands being dragged increasingly closer.

Fucking do it… put them on. You NEED this. You need to know how it feels. You need to have big, fucking, slutty, tits.

I groaned, my cock rock hard as I lost control and slid my arms through the straps. I pulled the tits up and onto my chest, then reaching behind me found the clasp and eagerly attached it.

“Ohhhh fuck!”

My body convulsed and I screamed in pleasure as I felt the tits on my chest suddenly tighten and melt into my skin. There was a hot sucking sound and I suddenly felt the weight of them as they filled and swelled up. Looking down I groaned as I saw them swinging from my chest, heavy, firm and full. My hands went to cup them and I shuddered in pleasure as long sexy feminine nails sprang from each finger.

Your tits… your boobs. You are Mallory now.

My body hair evaporated and tanned sunkissed skin spread over my body as I felt bones crack and shift inside me and my internal organs rearranged themselves slightly to make way for my uterus and new sex organs. I could no longer feel my cock and my whole body was stretching and changing. My hair felt longer, my face felt different and even my clothing was altering as a tight sexy jumpsuit began to encase my perfect new form. I was getting younger too, my body firming up as I became a perky twenty year old stripper.

Mallory’s blonde hair tumbled around my face and I was pushed up in heels as I tasted lipstick on my mouth and felt the strange weight of earrings in each lobe.  My massive chest was now supported by the cups of my new jumpsuit and I could feel my ass expanding and pushing out behind me. 

The hotel room around me was changing, reality altering to fit my circumstances. All of Martin’s luggage and belongings faded out of existence and my own suitcase became larger and more feminine - a huge pink case packed full of makeup, lingerie, hot outfits and shoes.  I was clearly the only occupant of the room now, and as I felt the last few changes hit my body and my face become Mallory’s I knew I was her at last and that Martin was now sharing a room with Gary.

I felt a slew of new memories and knowledge fill my mind and my body language became more feminine and natural as I shifted my weight slightly and adopted a more sensual posture. Yes, this is how Mallory stood. This was how Mallory walked and this is how Mallory spoke. I was her now and I felt comfortable in her skin.

“Yessss, I feel fucking amazing,” I purred, walking over to the mirror and grinning.  Soft pink lips curved into a naughty smirk as I raised my sculpted eyebrows slightly and turned from left to right admiring my perfect body. I felt like a fucking Queen.

“Mmmmmh these are MINE now,” I purred cupping and squeezing my breasts. “Fuck yessssss.” The tits were welded to my chest, just as they had been to Martin’s body. They had made me into Mallory and given me everything she had that I had been so jealous of. It felt even better to BE the girl than to fuck the girl.  I began to wonder how it would feel to have sex in THIS body.

Walking over to a table I picked up my phone and it unlocked to my beautiful face. I was Mallory, I had her I.D, her phone, her clothes and her body.  Reaching behind to my back, I could still feel the clasp of the tits. All I had to do was push and then pull off my new tits and I could return to male anytime I chose. 

Why the fuck would I want to do that until I’d had some real fun?

The magic had changed reality and moved Martin out of this room. I wondered how much the magic would have affected Martin’s memory of events. Would him not being here have affected whether he knew who I really was or not? What were the rules of these magic tits? I wasn’t exactly sure, but I wanted to find out.

My twenty year old strippers body felt so fucking flexible and I was full of a confidence and self-assurance I’d never known before. I also felt kind of devious and mean. My lips kept wanting to twist into a slutty smirk and my head was suddenly full of selfish, but exciting thoughts, that made me want to giggle manically with glee.

Boys are dumb and they exist to be teased.

Being pretty makes me better than everyone else.

Always getting what I want, is all that matters.

Being a slut feels so fucking good.

“Mmmmh, I’m fucking horny,” I purred, twirling a strand of long golden blonde hair with a perfect nail and feeling my new tight pussy getting wet at the thought of all the damage I could do with my new body. “I came here to this island to have fun and that’s what I’m going to do.”

Grabbing my handbag, I looked inside to check I had all my stuff. Unlocking my phone, I scrolled through and began to giggle as I found an email that explained what I was doing here on the island.

This was gonna be even more fun than I had expected!

***

I had to show the barman my I.D, but he poured me the glass of wine I’d asked for and I headed towards the boys still playing cards by the beach. I took a sip, enjoying the taste of the dark red liquid and how good it felt in my new mouth. Every sensation as Mallory felt amplified and enhanced. I loved the feeling of my tits bouncing on my chest and the sway of my big round ass. Every man I passed stared at me and it made me feel so fucking good. Male attention really turned me on, no wonder I was a lap dancer.

If I was no longer me, I wondered what the boys would make of me. When Martin had changed, I had remembered who he really was, but I had seen him transform in front of me. I had no idea what the rules were, but I guessed I was going to find out.

I felt the boys gazes lock onto me as I approached their table.  The four of them were still playing cards and Martin was now wearing a t-shirt that said “Stag”.  I giggled and played with my hair.

“Heya boys, you on a stag do or something?”

“Yeah,” grinned Gary eagerly, his eyes drinking in my hot body and locking hypnotically onto my massive chest, “Our friend Martin here is getting married soon and we’re out here partying with him.”

Martin blushed as I turned to stare at him and I realised with glee that he had no memory of Mallory anymore. By putting on the tits outside of his eyeshot, I had rendered him completely clueless as to my new identity. It gave me a thrill to know I was the ONLY Mallory now and that so long as I stayed this way, I had no rival to challenge me.

“So who’s the lucky lady Martin?” I purred.

"Erm, my fiance Ashley. She’s the love of my life.”

I giggled again. So in this new reality Martin had never broken up with Ashley. I wondered if she was still best friends with Jenny?  

Jenny. For a moment I felt a pang of guilt. What about Jenny?

What about her? You’re so much fucking hotter than she is now. You don’t feel anything for her anymore. You don’t need her…

I groaned as the delicious traitorous thought flashed through my head. It felt kind of good. It made me want to be bad… really bad. It made me want to do what I had come here to do…

“Well big boy, I bet Ashley doesn’t have a body like mine,” I smirked looking down at Martin, “Don’t worry though, your friends paid for me to come all the way out here and give you a very, special lapdance. So why don’t you and your friends come back to the hotel with me and we can have some real fun?”

The boys couldn’t have abandoned their game of cards quicker…

***

 

Martin gulped nervously on the bed as I strutted into the room wearing the lingerie I’d chosen from my sexy suitcase. I knew how it made my body look… I knew the effect it would have on the guys.

Walking confidently over - my heels clacking with every strut and the other men watching me from across the room I began to lapdance.

The moves came naturally, my new body having the muscle memory and my new personality giving me the confidence I needed. I gyrated and ground my perfect ass into Martin’s face - I tempted and teased him. I drove him wild. 

They all have girlfriends or wives… but they’re all mine now.

I moaned, my pussy wet at the power I had over my former friends. I was really fucking horny. I wanted it badly.

“Wh… what are you doing?” groaned Martin as I slid a manicured hand into his trousers and grabbing his dick began to pump it.

“Having a little fun,” I purred. “Don’t worry Ashley will never know.  You wanna join in boys?”

As I unzipped Martin’s trousers and pulled them down, the other guys eagerly began to take off their clothes. Giggling, I moved my hair out of the way and sank my hot pink mouth around Martin’s dick.

“Mmmmmmmhhhh,” I moaned wetly, loving the taste of his cock in my mouth, the feeling of it stiffening and hardening.  Gary and Richard appeared next to Martin - and I grabbed a cock in each hand. I began to stroke, rubbing their dicks up and down as I sucked and slurped on Martin’s cock in front of me.

“Holy shit guys, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” moaned Martin as I went to work on all three of them.

In the corner, Shaun sank into a chair, his dick in his hands as he began to jerk off watching me servicing his friends. My blonde head bobbed up and down, noises like a porn star emerging from my slutty mouth as I sucked and licked.

“Mmmmpphhhh mmmmmmmhhh fuck yeah,” I groaned with a wet *pop* as I slid his dick out of my mouth and began to suck Gary’s instead.  I took turns with all three guys, my saliva dripping out onto their cocks and making it easier to stroke them off as I took turns.  Shaun seemed happy to watch in the corner, the dirty little voyeur was really getting off on this.

Standing up I let go of their cocks for a second and undressed in front of them.  Sliding my soaking wet panties to the floor, I kicked them off and dressed only in heels positioned myself above Martin.

Lowering my tight pussy down, I gasped in pleasure as his cock slid inside me and I began to slide up and down… bouncing up and down on his lap.  I grabbed Gary and Richard’s cocks again and began to pump them as I rode Martin, moaning and giggling as my huge tits bounced on my chest as I fucked him.

Shaun walked over from his chair and I opened my mouth enticingly wide so he could slide his cock inside and have some fun.  It was hot and sweaty in the room now. The room smelt of sex and sweat.  Grunts and moans filled the air as I became the personal whore of four men and let them use my body.

But really I was using them and getting everything I wanted.  It felt so good to be the centre of attention, to be worshipped and lusted after by four guys at once.  I took turns, letting each man slide his cock inside me as I tasted my own juices from their dicks and we tried different positions.

I had found a bottle of lube in my suitcase, and soon we were using it to coat their dicks so I could take them even deeper inside me. Rammed full of hard cock, I soon had a dick in my ass at the same time as my pussy and I screamed in pleasure as the guys pumped and fucked me just like I wanted.

I saw hands with wedding rings on and it just made me scream even louder. Making these guys cheat on their wives with my tighter, hotter, younger body just felt so fucking good.  

We fucked for hours… and oh boy was there a lot of cum.

Richard was the first to explode as I pumped him. Then the others took their turns to cum. Soon I had hot cum in my hair, on my face, over my tits. Each time I’d clean up and we’d carry on… my mascara running as I took another load to the face. I loved the taste of cum now. Especially married cum.

It was hot. It was dirty. It was divine. 

Finally after hours of hot nasty sex, it was over.  The guys were spent.  I went to the shower and freshened up whilst they lay passed out in the bedroom.  I fucked myself in the shower just thinking about what a dirty nasty slut I was as Mallory.

Doesn’t it feel good to be me?

It sure fucking did…

I put on a fresh outfit, did my makeup and packed up my things. By the time I got back into the bedroom the boys were stirring. I kicked them out - all except Martin.  They looked at him jealously as I shut the door behind them and sat on the end of the bed.

“Baby, my flight is in a few hours and you get married in a few weeks. But I think we should see each other again. Here’s my number.”

I put it into his phone and then giggling slid my hand around his cock.

“Make sure you call me when you get back. I need to go soon, but first I think you should give me one last goodbye present…”

I began to pump and I giggled as I heard Martin moan and I knew he was now mine…

***

It was a few weeks later.

Checking out my appearance in the mirror, I grabbed my tits and squeezed. They never failed to make me feel good - just the weight and sensation of them on my chest was enough to make me dizzy with desire.  I loved being a woman. I loved being a slut.

It was a month since I had put on the magic boobs in that apartment in Greece and in that time I had not removed them once. I had no desire to turn back into a guy. I was having far too much fun being Mallory.

On returning home from Greece, I’d found a new car waiting for me at the airport. A short journey home to my small but stylish apartment and I’d quickly settled into my new life as a young, sexy bitch.

I felt nothing for the life I’d left behind. Jenny was nothing to me now. I’d even seen her a few times, trailing after Ashley like a little lost puppy when I had been waiting to meet Martin for one of our regular hook ups.  She was nothing to a hot bitch like me. 

My job at the strip club made me more than enough money to live the life I wanted, but I hungered for more. My obsession with Martin had grown stronger since we had returned from Greece. He was just so… malleable.  I liked a man that I could shape and control, mould into the perfect husband material.

I could tell Martin was deeply in love with Ashley, but the sex with me was starting to destroy his relationship and it was glorious to watch. Every time he fucked my younger, tighter, body - he lost a little bit more of his soul.

It started with a causual hook up a few days after he got back from Greece. Doggystyle in a seedy motel, bent over the bed and grunting like a whore as he pulled my hair and fucked the shit out of me.

Then I wormed my way into his flat. I would wait for Ashley to leave and come round. I fucked him in her bed… I even wore her shoes and jewellery to spice things up.  Martin was soon addicted to me. He couldn’t keep his hands off my big tits. I wondered if some primal part of him remembered or recognised that for one glorious moment these boobs had been on his chest?  I wondered if Martin ever remembered that he had once been Mallory, whether or not he dreamed and fantasized about being me when he went to sleep.

I hoped so.

One night as we fucked like animals, I slid Martin’s cock out of my sopping wet pussy and ripped the condom off. Sliding him back inside I wrapped my legs around him and commanded him to cum inside me this time.

“Nooooo, I shouldn’t,” he groaned… but he did it anyway, pumping me full of his cum.

From then on we always fucked bareback. Martin dumped load after load of cum inside me. He would leave me dripping in semen, spent and used like the hot little whore I was.

Finally the day of his wedding arrived. Martin was supposed to be on his way to the venue, but instead he was pumping me.  Dressed in his wedding suit, Martin had me bent over the counter, hot wet slaps filling the air as my massive tits jiggled and her railed me hard.  

Since he had started fucking me Martin had shaped up. I’d bullied him into hitting the gym and to straighten his life out. He had gone for a promotion at work and now dressed in the clothes I chose for him - designer suits and expensive shoes. Martin’s body was now chiselled and well built, his hairstyle more stylish and his eyes slightly harder too.  I had made him into a real man.

Martin’s love for Ashley was a dead hollow thing now. He knew that he was better off with me. I made him feel good, I made him feel like a real man.

As for me, my transformation into Mallory was complete. I couldn’t even feel the strap on my back anymore… I doubted I could remove the magic tits even if I wanted. I remembered very little of my pathetic male life anymore, I had become an evil bitchy whore who always got what she wanted.

Martin was now wealthy, handsome and even if he was nearly fifteen years older than me, under my sway. I wasn’t about to let him make a foolish mistake like marrying that pathetic loser Ashley.

“Fuck Mallory,” groaned Martin as he unloaded deep inside me, “I should be on my way to my wedding.”

“Mmmmh, why bother baby?” I giggled. “You have everything you need right here. You should marry me instead of that fat cow, Make me your wife.”

“I… I don’t know,” grunted Martin… still slightly conflicted. 

Cum leaking out of my pussy, I smiled and gently grabbing Martin’s face I lowered it to my chest. I felt him relax as his face nestled between my massive tits.

“Mmmmmh, we both know what needs to happen babe. You’re going to jilt that fucking bitch and leave her at the altar for everyone to laugh at. In the meantime you’re going to run off with me. We’ll get married and be so happy together.”

“Yes baby, anything for you,” I heard him moan.

“Good boy,” I smiled stroking his hair.

I wondered whether I should tell Martin that I was pregnant, or leave that surprise for later?  Of course, I needed to check who the Father was first. I’d been fucking a lot of black guys recently and I couldn’t be entirely sure the baby was his.

Feeling myself getting horny again, I giggled as I saw Martin’s phone was buzzing and Ashley was desperately trying to call him. Switching it off, I tossed it aside.

“Fuck me again Martin, let’s just spend all day here fucking,” I purred.

Picking me up, Martin carried me into the bedroom and threw me down on the bed. I grabbed my tits and moaned at how powerful they made me feel.

Martin had been right about one thing all those months ago. It really had been the best stag do I’d ever had.

And now it was never going to end.

THE END