Wham! The door slammed shut behind Jill Clayton, her willowy frame slumping down
in her chair. In her plain black dress, she resembled Cher, except without the
pretty face and shapely figure. "The Stick" was her nickname throughout life,
much to her dismay. "Bite my left one!" she shouts to the world, knowing no one
would hear her. Grabbing her cold coffee, she entered the dark lab. Click. A
single light illuminated her desk space. Beakers and test tubes refracted the
light in different colors, giving her desk top an almost church-window like
effect. She sobbed slightly, looking up to the ceiling for guidance. "All I want
is some understanding and respect. I've worked hard to get where I am," Jill
explained. "For me, having my peers respect my research is all I ever wanted.
But now..." Jill stopped short. Julie Heatherwick, her office-mate, entered the
lab abruptly. "Jilly?" Julie asked quietly. "Are you mad?" "As a wet cat. I
should be heading that grant!" Jill demand- ed, looking sad. "I number-crunched
for two years on the side, preparing to head this department when Dr. Reardon
retired. Why did they give it to you?" Jill asked, half-knowing the answer.
"Look, I'm sick of you blaming my success on my looks. I am just as committed to
this department as you," Julie began. She pointed a finger at Jill, making her
skin-tight evening gown move slightly over her supple figure. Her dark red hair
fell down a bit into her face. "I know I know, I'm sorry," Jill sighed. "It's
just...I see them staring at you when you saunter down the hall. I've heard the
jokes about your figure and how you could breast feed Europe. And now, it's just
easy to blame the whole thing on you." Julie put her arm around Jill, squeezing
her shoulder. Jill glanced at Julie's plump face and she even noticed Julie's
ample cleavage protruding slightly from her evening dress. Julie sighed, making
her chest creep out just a bit more. "I understand. What do you suggest I do?"
Julie asked. "Wear a snowsuit to meetings, you silicon queen," Jill's sub-
conscious piped up. "Nothing you can do, Jules. I just need some time to
myself?" she muttered. "I hear ya, hon. I should get back to the party," Julie
said, rising to leave. As she opened the door to leave, she asked if Jill would
be joining them soon. The silence answered her. Hours later, Jill continued to
drown herself in her research. Hoping desperately that it would block out the
hurt, she continued to lose herself in her electron microscope. Her latest batch
of hormones had given her the best results up to date, but they were nowhere
near successful. Who would buy a drug that would make you just %.05 percent
smarter? The numbers had to rise in order to make it viable. Removing the slide,
she stared at the greasy spot on the glass. Tears almost formed in her eyes as
she contemplated the fact that so much of her life had been poured into a greasy
spot, and she seemed light years from the solution. Gritting her teeth, she
pulled herself together and walked to the specimen table. Just as she opened the
cabinet, she noticed the reflection of a light in the glass door. Someone had
left the gamma projector on. Spinning on her heels, something she's not worn for
years, she meandered over to the machine to kill it. Then something sparked
inside her. "Gamma rays?" Jill grinned, thinking of the Incredible Hulk TV
program she'd grown up hating. Her brother had tortured her by watching that
show each Sunday night, with her fighting to see PBS. Then she paused. Why not?
She'd tried everything else, hadn't she? ZZZAP. It was over. She removed the
slide. Slipped it under the microscope. At first, nothing happened. Then,
slowly, the brain cells began to multiply. Neuron production shot off the scale.
Jill grinned slightly. This may be it. She waited three hours, then tested the
sample. It'd reproduced cell matter 400%. Another hybrid hormone showed up on
the test, but Jill barely looked at it. Her guess had worked! Quickly she took a
batch of the same substance and zapped in, turning up the dosage to twice as
much. A speedy test showed the whole batch was performing as expected. Readying
a needle with the batch, she approached the lab rat, who just happened to be
sleeping. "Wait," Jill thought. "If I do this, and Julie and the others notice
it, who's to say I'll even get the credit for this, as I should. It'll probably
be put onto Julie's padded shoulders so she'll look good for the cameras. Let's
put the Stick in the corner until we need something else done," Jill said,
getting red faced. "What do I have to lose?" Needles always made Jill queasy,
but she forgot that point until just after she stuck her arm and pushed the
plunger. * * * "The floor needs cleaning, and a little salt," Jill murmured as
she raised from the floor. Spitting out the dust from her mouth, she walked to
the mirror. "Four hours?" Jill whispered as she looked at her watch. The sun was
peeking over the horizon outside the window. In the mirror was a disheveled
woman, looking as if she'd slept in a hamper. "Oh my god!" Jill gasped. She
checked her arm. Sure enough, there was the puncture mark. She really had done
it. Finding a chair quickly, she began to go over what had transpired. Coming to
the conclusion that she'd suffered a mild breakdown, she now hoped that she'd
not damaged herself by her actions. After cleaning herself up, she raced for the
exit. Upon leaving the building and entering the fresh morning air, she ran into
Brendon Hill. He was the typical early riser do-gooder with about 6 hairs left
and a pocket protector to boot. And on a Saturday as well. She tried to avoid
him, but he couldn't help but notice her attire. "Is the party still going on?"
Brendon asked. "Ummm...I fell asleep in my office," Jill explained. She wished
that was all that had happened. "I heard about the promotion. I think you should
have gotten it," Brendon continued. "Did you ever find the answer to your
temperature differential in the subject chamber?" "No...well, maybe. What if we
tried lowering the pressure inside the transfer chamber, thus lowering the need
to consistently drop the temperature. The cells themselves might then undergo
mitosis rapidly in the..."Jill theorized, almost unaware of the hypothesis she
was creating on the stop. And to her amazement, what she was saying was making
perfect sense. A solution to the problem that had been plaguing the department
for months was literally falling from her lips, and she didn't even know much
about the situation. As she looked at Brendon, she noticed right away that his
attention was focusing elsewhere. "...and I gather that if the value...Brendon?
What's the matter?" Jill asked puzzled. "I...ummm...well. errr" Brendon
stammered, turning beet red. "My goodness, is that the tit...time?" He excused
himself and stumbled off into the building, looking back once at the stymied
Jill. "I wonder what that was all about?" Jill murmured. She began hurrying to
her car, but noticed something different in her walk. Looking down, she almost
passed out again. "Holy Mary!" Jill exclaimed, feeling her chest. Her fingers
touched the fabric of her dress, only now, it appeared that a C- cupped size
bust was lurking underneath it! She pulled away the neck of her dress. Sure
enough, there was a mass of real breast flesh filling her A-cup bra to
overflowing. "I have breasts!?!" Jill whispered, almost crying. Then it hit her.
That's not good. This was not supposed to happen over- night. She was 28. Jill
thought back to just minutes before. She'd looked in the mirror. Washed her
face. Brushed the lint from her dress. No, there'd not been a bust there when
she did that...or was there? She needed help. She bolted back inside and caught
Brendon before he entered his office. He looked flustered still, but ushered her
into his office regardless. "What were you staring at, just then when we were
talking?" Jill asked. Brendon went candy red this time. "I was noticing your
dress. It seemed to have been...umm...moving in your upper regions," Brendon
stammered. She could almost feel the heat from his embarrassment. He cracked
under the pressure and spun around in his chair to attend to a computational
equation on the blackboard. Jill stood quietly for a second, then started to
pursue her investigation. As she reached to turn Brendon around, her eye
wandered to the blackboard. Instantly, she smiled and grabbed and erasure,
wiping away a large portion of the equation. "Hey Jill!" Brendon said, turning
to look at her. "You did this all wrong. Look, if you take the variance of
mercury..." Jill dictated, barely pausing between sentences. She spoke so fast
and wrote so quickly that she didn't even notice what was happening to her. But
Brendon did. As he sat wide-eyed, staring at Jill's cotton evening dress, he
noticed that her breasts were beginning to grow again. The black fabric became
tighter and tighter as her bustline in- creased. Had he been able to move his
eyes from her ballooning boobs, Brendon would have seen that Jill's hair was
slowly begin- ning to become lighter colored. And the rest of her body was
changing too, becoming more soft and fleshy. As her arm moved quickly up and
down the chalkboard, he watched mesmerized as her stretching dress outlined
perfectly the imprint her super-small bra was making into her bouncing bazooms.
She was really blowing up! "...and therefore if you substitute the zygote of the
male...pay attention here Brendon," Jill scolded, her arm still writing as fast
as it could. She turned her head to see Brendon's face lit like a child's at
Christmas. Following his eyeline, her gaze fell into her own extending cleavage,
now marking out a DD-cupped chest. "My breasts! Look at my breasts!" Jill
squeaked. She dropped her chalk and it shattered on the wood floor. Her writing
hand made palm marks on her dress where she grasped the sides of her now larger
bust. The growth continued slightly, starting to cause little tears to appear in
the seam that ran down the front of the dress. "I'm blowing up, Brendon. My
boobs are actually getting bigger!!!" "I know," Brendon drooled, his eyes
beginning to glaze over. The growth stopped, and Jill turned to look at herself
in the reflection of the walk-in freezer. She looked to have gained 30 lbs, not
counting her chest. And her hair?!?! "I'm getting....blonde?" Jill noticed, then
refocusing on the outstanding part of this development. The pain from the
un-relinquishing bra was beginning to seep through her shock, but before she
could attend to relieving it, her eyes noticed Brendon's grinning face again.
"Why are you just sitting there? Quit staring at me. Can't you see I need some
help?" Jill pleaded. Brendon surprised Jill by letting out a sound that could
only be diagnosed as a Beavis laugh. He then reached out a hand to squeeze one
of her mammoth mummeries. Jill became livid. "Look Cro-Magnon man. Just because
a woman has large breasts does not mean you get squeezing rights. Women in
history, I quote, "Have been oppressed by their captors, man, for
countless..."Jill spouted. Brendon grinned as Jill's boobs began to billow
outward again, causing the tears to widen longer. Soon, he could see the front
of her bra, which by now was merely a string around her inflating volleyballs.
Jill seemed to get even more adamant about convincing Brendon what he was doing
was wrong, causing her tits to swell all the more. POP! Jill's tits jiggled a
bit as her bra broke, letting her chest fill out her tortured dress even more.
The rips were al- most joining now. With each breath Jill took, a little rip let
Brendon know her breasts were blowing up that much bigger. Her hair was now
completely blonde, and her figure had filled to that of Anna Nicole Smith,
except for her basketball sized jugs. "...and if you can't take your eyes off my
expanding chest...my..."Jill slowed. "Holy Shit!" Jill felt the front of her
dress. Flesh from her enlarging boobs was seeping out the tear holes, showing
just how much her breasts were being squeezed by her now far-too-small dress.
She moaned as her hands brushed across her hardening nipples, surprisingly the
same size they'd always been. Brendon's breathing became erratic and he leaped
towards Jill, pulling on the fabric of her dress. RRIIIPPPP! The dress
thankfully unloaded it payload. Jill shrieked at the sight of the nerdy little
man staring slobbering at her titanic titties. She boob-butted him to the ground
and ran yelling from his office. With her added weight, she found running to be
quiet different. As she hit her office, she couldn't help but notice how long it
took her naked chest to stop moving. They continued to bounce and sway, rubbing
against the torn fabric of the dress and each other. Her head swimming, she sat
down at her desk. This caused her to knock over half the items on her desktop
and she realized that her huge hooters were as real as they felt. The air
conditioned room was cold, making her nipples stand straight out. She lay her
head on the desk, trying to center her thoughts. Her breasts had stopped
growing, but the damage had been done. Her boobs were huge! She'd have trouble
sitting behind the wheel of her car to drive home, they were so big. As she sat
sobbing, she looked at her notes from the previous night. This time, she didn't
pass up the extra hormone part of the report. As her brain centered on the
calculations, she felt her boobs begin to tingle. She concentrated on the paper,
beginning to scribble notes, ignoring the filling feeling that began again in
her bosom. 30 seconds later, she finished her analysis, and had grown an extra
10 inches to stop at what she figured had to be a 60 inch bust. "Cerebral
stimulation resulting in hormonal imbalance," was underlined at the bottom of
the page. Jill had figured it out. Her body was changing to represent what she
resented most; blonde-haired, buxom bimbos. Meanwhile, her brain was able to
deduce the most complex of equations. And following this theory, she might be
able to reduce her chest size by not using her intelligence for a period of
time, but each time she resumed her higher functions, she'd begin to balloon up
again. "Oh my...this means...," Jill realized, bringing her hands up to her
face. "No one's ever going to take me seriously. Each time I get into a debate
or a lecture, all the men are going to be watching me pop buttons on my blouses
as my breasts enlarge." She sat back in her chair, resting her elbows in the
soft pillows of flesh her now-enormous breasts had formed. Her life was going to
get complicated, fast. She'd been ordered by the board to give daily briefings
at the corporate headquarters for the next two weeks. How would she pull that
off?
A knock at her office door interrupted brought her back to the present quickly.
It was the weekend secretary, Mary. "You OK, Jill?" 'She must have heard me
yelling my fool head off,' Jill thought. "Yeah, Mary, I'm OK; just got a scare,
that's all. Thanks for checking." Jill could sense Mary's indecision; there had
been a lot of noise for someone who was just spooked. Finally Mary said, "OK,"
and headed back to her desk. That crisis narrowly averted, Jill quickly decided
upon her immediate course of action, so as not to have too much additional
growth for the time being. First and foremost, she needed to get home, where she
wouldn't be discovered like this. To do that she needed her breasts to shrink at
least somewhat so that she could drive, and the cover of night. She also needed
to take care of Brendon and the briefings somehow; she couldn't afford to give
thought to those problems yet, but would have to have the things she needed at
home where she could work on them. Now, how to avoid complex thoughts. She
considered sleep, but realized that even the brain activity of sleep might be
enough to trigger additional breast growth; it wasn't worth risking in any case.
The proper solution came to her quickly; there was a little black and white TV
in the corner of the lab, which the technician had kindly connected to cable for
Jill. While her favorite was out, a shopping channel should do the trick.
Quickly choosing and collection the things she'd need, Jill was at the TV less
than 5 minutes after she'd begun working on the problem. She was relieved to
know that she hadn't grown much more while preparing; apparently this problem
was straightforward enough that it hadn't required much brain activity. * * *
Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particularly when Jill knew
how much she could be doing. And watching her breasts deflate was much like
waiting for water to boil; it seemed it never be done. But, finally, about 10PM
she decided it was. She still had very large breasts - roughly 44DD - and
certainly wasn't a stick in other ways right now, but at least she could drive
home now. Collecting her things, Jill sneaked out a little-used, little known
exit, and made her way quickly to her car, the last one left in the lot. A
harrowing 7 minute drive, along back roads, brought her safely home with no more
than one or two onlookers getting a free peepshow. Jill found that she enjoyed
the open- jawed, dumbfounded expression on the one man she'd seen. Maybe this
did have some advantages after all. Thankful for her attached garage and garage
door opener, Jill walked into her house. Going through the darkened family room,
she caught a sight of herself in the mirror and gasped. 'I'm gorgeous!' she
thought, in spite of herself. Even having come to hate the blonde, buxom, 'n
brain dead look, Jill couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. Her face
looked so much softer and prettier, and her blonde hair complemented her body
extremely well. A bit excited now, Jill hurried up to her room. Removing what
remained of her dress, plus her slip, pantyhose, and shoes, Jill looked at
herself in the full length mirror on the wall. She certainly wasn't a stick
anymore; every part of her body seemed to have been molded to just the right
shape. She was astounded by the large breasts she now sported; somehow even with
all they had been through, they were still beautiful, almost magically, without
a hint of the stretch marks she fully expected to see somewhere. 'Oh well, first
things first,' Jill thought. She headed into her bathroom, really looking
forward to a shower. As she began to soap up, however, other thoughts entered
her head. She was getting turned on; even the lightest touch on her nipples or
the inside of her thighs was turning up the heat rapidly. Jill quickly rinsed
herself and headed to bed. Not knowing what she would need to do the next day,
Jill decided to allow herself just three hours of sleep in hope of keeping her
sleeping thoughts to a minimum. After setting her alarm clock and turning off
the light beside her bed, Jill tried to get to sleep but found her- self drawn
toward her own body. Figuring that masturbation could only help her get to
sleep, Jill began playing with herself, one hand tugging at her nipple while
another massage her clit. She was amazed at how quickly she was becoming
excited; normally it would take a lot more than this to really heat her up. Less
than a minute after she'd be- gun, Jill came; it didn't take much longer for her
to come twice more. Amazed at how responsive her body had been, Jill drifted off
to sleep. * * * At 2AM, to the sound of her alarm clock, Jill awoke.
Surprisingly refreshed, she got down to business. First, she needed to see where
her bust line was starting from. She would need to do a lot of thinking today,
and wanted to know exactly what affect it would have. Finding a tape measure,
she discovered her breasts were now 45 inches around. They seemed to be about
the same size as they had been when she went to sleep. Gathering her things
together, Jill decided to go back to her bedroom to think. If she was going to
grow, she could at least be comfortable doing it. Sitting up, with her back
against the headboard, Jill started a stopwatch and began to ponder her two
remaining immediate problems. First, she decided, were the briefings. She
certainly couldn't do them as is; she would never be taken seriously. And there
was no one else who knew the material who could be sent in her place; even if
there was, it would be detrimental to her career. Jill felt the tingling in her
breasts starting again, but ignored it. What if she cloned herself? Whereas a
day ago she would have dismissed the idea out of hand, now she felt able to give
it serious consideration. Without a thought as to the effect it would have upon
her body, Jill found herself determining how to create a clone, how to
artificially age it in the time available, and even how to ensure that the
genetic material she used would not be tainted by the hormones she had injected
herself with. Then she realized that even she was stumped by the problem of how
to transfer her memories to her clone; she thought she might have a solution to
the problem, but not one that could be implemented in one month not to mention
one day. "Shit!" Jill hit the stopwatch and looked at it - all the work she'd
done mentally, work that would have required a millennia of man-hours, she had
completed in just two minutes. As she looked down at her body, however, she saw
just what two minutes meant to her now. Her boobs reached down past her knees on
her outstretched legs. Her tape measure no longer quite did the job, but as near
as she could determine her tits were now 85 inches around. Idly she wondered
what cup size that would make her; about a ZZ or so, if such a thing existed.
"So my breasts are growing about 20 inches a minute," Jill noted. "God, I hope I
don't hit any more dead ends." Just to be sure, Jill stood up slowly an checked
the rest of her body in the mirror. It seemed that the only other change had
been in her hair; while still a beautiful blonde, it was significantly longer,
falling past her shoulders now. What surprised Jill, though, was how sexy she
still looked to herself, even with her tits hanging down past her belly button.
She almost gave in and played with herself again, but decided that work came
first. 'OK, then, a clone won't work,' Jill thought, scribbling on her notepad
as she settled back onto her bed. 'What about a fix to the hormones?' The
tingling was back; it had become almost familiar and pleasurable, now. Scribbled
furiously, Jill found a solution. Not the one she had been looking for, but one
that would work nonetheless. Working quickly, her breasts swelling to such
proportions as to get in her way even just sitting as she was, she mixed the
potion. "Well, bottom's up!" Jill downed the solution, and looked down at
herself. Her boobs were incredibly huge now. Each tit probably weighed more than
the rest of Jill, stretching out past her feet. Using the tape measure for the
one measurement she could still take, Jill discovered that her breasts were now
a mind boggling 40 inches in circumference. She thought about what her
measurements might be - maybe 150-23-37 - and laughed. Time to prove out her
potion now, though. Closing her eyes, Jill imagined herself as she had been two
days before - "The Stick". Opening her eyes, she discovered exactly what she
expected to see - her old body. Quickly solving a mathematical problem which had
been vexing her convinced her that things were working correctly now - the
hormones her body produced were stored rather than sent into her bloodstream,
leaving her plain ol' Jill. Somehow, she wasn't completely happy about the her
victory, though. She might still despise brainless blonde bimbos, but being a
genius blonde bombshell had been kind of fun. Closing her eyes again, she
concentrated on how she had looked when she examined herself the night before -
"The Bombshell". Opening her eyes, she was pleased to see that her potion had
worked properly; she looked once again as she had the night before. "OK, that's
one problem down, one to go. Now what to do about Brendon...," Jill mused. Very
quickly an evil thought of revenge came upon her. Transforming herself back into
the Stick, so that she would have some clothes that would fit, Jill slipped
herself into a tight outfit she thought perfect for the opportunity, collected
her things, and headed back to work. * * * Brendon was spending Sunday evening
reading the paper, and trying to recover from the events of the previous day. He
couldn't figure out what had happened - he surely must have been hallucinating -
but he'd acted like a sex-starved boob. Which, he figured, he was; it still
didn't make his actions right, though. A little after 7PM, there came a knock on
his apartment door. Brendon was startled for a minute - he couldn't remember the
last time he'd had an unexpected visitor - but he quickly recovered and went to
the door. Looking through the peephole, he was even more surprised to see Jill;
seeing her looking as she always had, he decided that yesterday must have just
been a hallucination. Brendon unlatched and opened the door. "Hi, Brendon" "Hi,
Jill. I certainly didn't expect to see you here." "Well, Brendon, I just wanted
to make sure everything was OK after yesterday's incident. Me, yelling my fool
head off, geez. I'm surprised Mary didn't call the police on you." Jill stepped
inside, and the two of them started into the living room. Somewhat puzzled by
Jill's apology, Brendon decided that things must not have gone as he'd imagined
them. Maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all. "Don't worry about it, Jill.
Everything sorted itself out." Jill seemed genuinely excited by Brendon's
forgiveness. "Oh good, Brendon, 'cause I couldn't bear to see our friendship
ruined over this. I must admit though, that there's more than one reason I came
over here..." Rather than sitting down, Jill was moving toward Brendon now,
backing him towards the rest of his apartment. Brendon stammered, "W-w-what's th-that?"
Jill smiled as she put her hands on Brendon's sides, continuing to back him
towards the open bedroom door she'd spotted. "Well, Brendon, I realized only
after our little incident yester- day just how much you turn me on." Brendon,
flushed, tried to respond but couldn't quite get anything out. In Brendon's
bedroom now, Jill continued her come-on. "I want you Brendon, and I want you
now." She pushed him onto the bed. "You've got me so hot... I've got to have
you." Jill ripped Brendon's shirt off, and started working on his pants. A
growing erection slowed her down briefly. "I think you want me too, now don't
you?" Brendon nodded. His mind raced, but he wasn't going to even consider
trying to do anything that might stop Jill. Letting Brendon's mostly hard penis
free, Jill continued. "I thought so." Already Brendon's penis was a good six
inches; Jill was pleased that at least this belied his nerdy dress and manners.
Taking little nibbles and licks at his penis, Jill began working her way out of
her own clothes. Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. A blowjob? He'd
heard stories, but never thought he be getting one. It felt so good, he almost
climaxed at the first full stroke of Jill's tongue. Having gotten Brendon fully
hard, a solid seven inches Jill knew she'd enjoy, she worked her way up his
body, finally impaling herself on Brendon's penis. Sensing his excitement, she
worked him very carefully. She had a couple of surprises for him, and they would
be so much more fun to deliver before Brendon came. She was thankful she'd
thought to take a second injection of the smart drug; her mind now made such
matters as mind-reading child's play. Realizing Brendon couldn't hold back much
longer, Jill began the orgasmic transformation into the Bombshell, much slower
this time. Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. Not only was a woman
making love to him, but something was happening to her. He watched, entranced,
as Jill's naked body mutated. It was occur- ring just at it had yesterday, but
this time Jill was naked from the start, and Brendon could watch her breasts
expand, watch her hair lighten, and catch a glimpse of her newly beautiful ass.
The growing weight on his chest was extremely erotic; he couldn't hold back, so
he let himself go and came. At the moment of Brendon's orgasm, Jill pulled out
the needle she'd hidden in her dress, which she'd carefully left beside them on
the bed. Lost in his orgasm, Brendon barely noticed the prick in his arm, and
did nothing to stop it. Her mission accomplished, Jill stood up, allowing
Brendon's cum to empty out onto his penis and balls. "OK, Brendon, now you've
gotten what you wanted, and I've gotten what I wanted. In case you'd forgotten,
I'll be out of the office the next two weeks; I'll stop by when I get back."
Still groggy, Brendon wondered what Jill had meant by 'I've gotten what I
wanted'. * * * After leaving Brendon's bedroom, Jill drove back to her
apartment. This super-brain stuff is great, Jill thought, as she kept tuned in
on Brendon's thoughts. Still lying on his bed, soaked in sweat, Brendon felt a
tingle go through his body. Not sure what to make of it, he sat up and examined
himself. His penis was limp now, and covered in his cum, but he certainly looked
OK. The tingle began again, though, and he noticed that his penis didn't look
right somehow. Even fully flaccid it was generally bigger than this. As he
watched it continued to shrink, along with his balls. After all that had
happened, Brendon could do little but watch as his body changed. His legs were
looking thinner now too. What really startled him, though, was when something
got in the way of his view. Reaching up his now dainty hands to his chest,
Brendon found breasts. Not large breasts, but breasts nonetheless; what chest
hair he had was gone too. And his breasts were growing at an incredible rate;
remembering what had happened to Jill earlier, he knew that she was responsible.
For now, however, he could only watch in amazement as his body changed. Standing
up to look in the mirror above his dresser, Brendon was amazed to see the face
looking back at him. HIS face, he knew, but it didn't seem real somehow. He
reached to touch his silky smooth cheeks, where there had been five o'clock
shadow just minutes before. His hair, like Jill's, had turned blonde; his was
significantly longer as well, brushing against his shoulders. His lips seemed
fuller, and his prominent-if- dignified nose could now be best described as
"pert". have changed.' It was true, the eyes looking back at him were not the
plain brown eyes he'd grown so accustomed to, but a set of ocean-blue eyes he
could drown in. Letting his eyes drift down further, he gasped in shock; the
pitch of his voice left him even further taken aback. His breasts had developed
far beyond "large", past "huge", into "supernatural". They were heavy enough to
be difficult to lift, but were somehow held up firmly and proudly. Jill laughed
a bit to herself as she sensed Brendon examining them; if he'd known the work it
had taken to make breasts like his stand out like this, he'd have been amazed.
Even having been the one that had managed it, she was amazed at how well the
muscular and bone changes had worked. Seeing his body, even knowing it was his,
was turning Brendon on. He had a hard on, or what felt like a hard on, but
couldn't figure out what it really was. Getting his hands around his breasts to
his pussy, he discovered his clit; he also made his breasts thrust out even
more, allowing him to notice his own large nipples getting hard. He'd never seen
nipples this large before, and so curious, he let one hand reach up to play with
his left nipple. Soon he was playing with it mercilessly, while also massaging
his clit more and more rapidly. Unable to hold back any more, he lied back down
on the bed, and worked himself to orgasm. Continuing on, he soon found the
pleasure of multiple orgasms, and continued masturbating for some time.
Brendon's playing had started Jill's motor revving before she was able to
disconnect; having nothing else that needed done at the moment, Jill decided to
allow herself her own pleasure. * * * The two weeks of business briefings were
very busy ones for Jill. The briefings themselves were quite interesting; since
no matter what happened, Jill could convince everyone that they had simply heard
a brilliant presentation, she decided to use the meetings as her very own
psychological experiments. The first meeting Jill used as the control; she
presented her material in a remarkable way, generating many very positive
responses when the day was through. But not a single man in the room really saw
her as a woman or was in the least bit turned on by her. In some ways, it was
nice; they listened attentively, and learned much. In other ways, though, Jill
was disappointed. She certainly didn't want them ignoring her, but even just a
few surface thoughts about her appearance would have been nice. Her next
presentation she gave in exactly the same manner, but completely nude. Still,
though, there was more attention to her presentation then to her. After a number
of shocked responses, and numerous impulses to leave which she had to stifle,
things went along almost as they had the first day. For her third presentation,
Jill decided to see what would have happened had the scenario she'd worried
about come to be. She started the presentation normally, but let the hormones in
her body take effect. She intentionally slowed the rate down significantly;
otherwise she'd have filled the auditorium where she was speaking with her
breasts before the first break. Still, it was an impressive show; the men stared
uncontrollably at her as her breasts burst their bonds and continued to grow.
Their thoughts ranged from lust to disgust; the thoughts of the few woman in the
audience were even worse, save for a strong beacon of pity one woman gave off.
Just out of curiosity, Jill let her breasts continue to grow throughout the day.
Mid morning, they reached the floor, giving Jill a thrill as her nipples first
touched. By noon, Jill had a hard time moving; her breasts outweighed the rest
of her body. Finally, by the end of the day, her breasts had grown so large as
to be difficult to see over; they stood five feet high, and five feet out from
her body. Jill had also made her nipples grow with her breasts; they now stood
out nearly a foot, and centered aureoles almost a yard in diameter. Jill
couldn't believe anyone would be sexually excited by these monstrosities, but
many men in the audience were; she had to keep them in their seats with her
will. Finally, her presentation done, she let them go; five rushed quickly to
the stage and began molesting her. Or, at least, her breasts; they seemed to
have no interest in Jill herself. Finally disgusted by their actions and not
turned on by what little they were doing that might have excited her, Jill
restored her body, and left in everyone the memories of the presentation she'd
done with the control group. The remaining briefings offered many other
experiments; Jill tried two different voices - one high pitched and squeaky, the
other low and sultry. She also gave one awful presentation to see what reaction
she would get. Perhaps the most interesting, however, was the presentation she
gave as a man. It was the same presentation she done to start off, but still
every single man in the room gave her more credibility because she was a man.
Combined with the animalistic reactions she'd received from many men earlier,
Jill was becoming quite disenchanted with half the human race. * * * During the
evenings, as she traveled around the country, Jill played the role of benevolent
goddess. Mentally drawing information from wherever she needed it, Jill
submitted incredible papers all over the world. She knew many of the plans would
take years to be enacted, but still, it was worth the effort. In two weeks,
she'd written economic plans, environmental plans, plans to stop hunger, crime,
and most other ills of the world, and pro- vided much needed breakthroughs in
medicine and technology. There were only two things Jill explicitly decided not
to divulge; she would not help the space programs, and she would not divulge her
smart drug. Both were for selfish reasons, she would readily admit; she didn't
want anyone else to have the power she did. Her own theories convinced her that
there was intelligent life elsewhere; she didn't really want to risk the
possibility that they might be more intelligent than even herself. Jill's
favorite activity as she traveled, however, was looking in on Brendon. She had
decided to wait until she got back to change him back; that certainly would give
him enough time to learn his lesson. The first day, it certainly looked like he
was learning his lesson. Jill watched mentally as he called in sick to work, and
spent day sulking around the house. Brendon's reaction the second day surprised
Jill though. After calling in, he got dressed as well as he could, and headed
out. Checking in on him later, she found him back at home with boxes and boxes
of clothes. She watched amusedly as he tried them on; they just don't make
clothes for the size woman Brendon had be- come, and his new clothes fit only
marginally better than his old clothes. The bra he'd bought was the wrong size
altogether; it ended up looking more like a string bikini on Brendon's massive
breasts than a useful undergarment. Fascinated by how well Brendon was making
out, Jill began to pay more attention. It was incredibly easy, she found, to
follow Brendon's activities mentally while doing whatever else needed to be done
at the time. On the third day, Brendon headed out again, this time to speciality
shops and to a few custom-clothing shops. Jill was amazed at his
resourcefulness, and at how good he looked in his new clothes. Over the next few
days, Jill watched as he worked incessantly on such things as walking in heels,
applying makeup, and dressing his new body. Jill almost decided to change him
back then and there, but decided against it because Brendon did seem to be
enjoying the experience so much. The activities of the second week, however,
truly shocked Jill. She watched as Brendon got a job at a strip joint on the
outskirts of town, almost convinced that she was following the wrong person. In
this new female body for little more than a week, Brendon still managed to look
like a pro. Over the week Jill watched all the big and little events in
Brendon's life, including to her amazement his first gynecological exam, but was
not thrown into disbelief again until she looked in on his Friday night
performance as she flew home. The performance itself was impressive, Brendon
showing significant improvement in just his first week. What shocked Jill,
however, was the offer he received to to a porno film afterwards and his rapid
agreement. 'My God,' Jill thought, 'not only have I created a monster, I've
created a slut. Well, maybe not - he's still a virgin.' This gave Jill a
thought. * * * It was almost midnight when Brendon heard the knock on his door;
with all the excitement of the past two weeks, he would have been up anyway, but
this knock he was expecting. He opened the door to see an incredible specimen of
a man; six feet tall, muscular, handsome, and with a huge bulge in his jeans.
"Hello, Jill," Brendon said in his most seductive voice. Jill was a bit taken
aback. "How did you know?" "Easy, Jill. You were able to change my body, and
were gone for the past two weeks. I knew you'd come back to see the results."
"I've been watching," Jill responded, not certain how to proceed. "Oh, good.
Don't I make a good girl?" Brendon glowed with pride, and it made him look all
the sexier. "You know, I've been saving myself for you." Jill didn't know this;
it annoyed her that she didn't. Be- fore she'd said anything, Brendon grabbed
her hand with his and started leading her into his bedroom. "Come on Jill. I
can't wait much longer. I'm always so HORNY in this body..." Jill followed
Brendon into the bedroom, and let him lie her down on the bed. He removed her
shirt, shoes, and socks, and then finally his pants and underpants. He
noticeably gasped when he saw Jill's cock - it was a foot long, and still
growing. "My god you've got a big one Jill! Not that I'm one to talk..." Brendon
pulled his T-shirt and bra off in one motion, revealing his tits. Jill looked in
amazement as Brendon continued to strip. She knew how big they were, but still
they were even more impressive in person. Coming over to Jill, Brendon began
rubbing his body against Jill's, and playing with her now rock-hard penis. "You
know how big they are, Jill? Sixty three inches. Sixty three incredible inches.
63-24-38. I've looked in big boob magazines for years, and while some women
claim to be twice as big as that, not one of Tem has bigger tits than I do.
Brendon smiled seductively at Jill. And they aren't nearly as hot and sexy
either, baby, ", he added. Jill couldn't help but be turned on by Brendon's
actions; un- familiar with the body she was in, she nonetheless enjoyed the
focused sensations in her penis. And Brendon certainly knew what he was doing.
'Well then,' Jill thought, 'maybe it's time that I show him that I know what to
do to a woman's body.' Brendon offered no resistance as Jill rose up, picked
Brendon up almost effortlessly, and laid him down where she had been. Jill then
began playing with Brendon's tits and clit, using her own memories and readings
from Brendon to excite him as fully as possible. She didn't want to wear him out
before she'd had her own pleasure, though, so she stopped before he reached
orgasm and thrust her penis into him. Neither Jill nor Brendon was capable of
much rational thought after that. Jill glowed in the concentrated sensations her
penis gave her, and the feeling of control her larger body gave her. Brendon, on
the other hand, was thrilled with the array of sensations coming at him, and the
feeling of protection Jill was giving him. He was almost disappointed when Jill
came; when she continued on, apparently having made whatever modifications were
needed to do so in advance, Brendon found himself coming almost instantly. They
continued for hours, Jill's abilities providing the extra energy when needed.
Brendon fell asleep with Jill at his back, holding what she could of his huge
right breast. The next morning, Jill went to Brendon before she left. "Brendon?"
Brendon decided to let her in on his decision. "Brenda, now, I think." Jill
smiled. "I knew. I just wanted to give you the chance to tell me. You know, I
was going to end you two weeks of punishment by coming back and changing you
back. But, since you don't seem to want that, what would you like? Oh, and don't
worry about your various records and what not. I've taken care of those.
Brenda." Brenda was relieved to hear that; she had been worried what would
happen if she'd needed identification somewhere. She then turned her thoughts to
what she would like. "You really don't have to do anything, you know. I'm still
enjoying what you've already done." Jill blushed a bit at that comment. "Still,
you deserve it. Name something." Brenda hesitated. "Anything?" "Anything."
"Could you make me bigger?"
Jill paused to give Brenda's request some thought. She had injected
Brendon with the same hormone she had used on herself. It should produce the
same effects; mental stimulation leading to breast growth. She wrote an equation
on a sheet of paper, and passed it to Brenda, who was absent-mindedly stroking
his huge breasts. "Brenda, dear", Jill cooed, "see if you can solve this
equation for me." Brenda giggled. "Oh Jill, that's way too hard. I just don't
seem to be able to concentrate on that sort of thing any more." Jill tried
another equation, then another, then another, progres- sively simpler. Brenda
just sat on the edge of the bed and giggled, his impressive breasts shaking and
jiggling with his laughter. It was useless. When Jill had injected herself with
the hormone, her body changed into that of a big-breasted blonde bimbo, but had
increased her brain power a hundred-fold. The same hormone had changed Brendon
from a reasonably capable Physics grad student into, well, a beautiful
big-breasted blonde fuck-bunny, without a thought in his pretty head. It had to
have something to do with his male hormones, Jill thought, and she pondered the
variables in her head, her powerful intellect reviewing possible interactions.
She was lost in thought until she was forced back to reality by the sensation of
something slapping her in the face. Jill was astounded! When she switched to
this male body, she forgot to "turn off" the action of the hormone, and her dick
had grown to gigantic proportions under the stimulus of her mental activity.
Although she was seated on the edge of the bed next to Brenda, her dick came up
to eye level. The head was about the size of a small orange, and the shaft was
thicker than she could encompass with one hand, although she could comfortably
encircle it with both. Brenda was delighted. He burst into laughter, tossing his
long blonde hair and shaking his big tits. "I asked you to make me bigger, Jill,
not yourself." Jill stood up, and grabbed her huge derrick-like prong with both
hands, and rejoiced. She under- stood now why men admired and envied other men
with large dicks. She felt eminently powerful, unstoppable, potent beyond her
wildest imaginations. Her softball-sized testicles hung halfway to her knees,
and she couldn't believe how insistent her huge dick was, how it was screaming
for more sex, even though she and Brenda had just finished over three hours of
exhausting love-making the night before. Brenda was blushing with desire all the
way to the points of his enormous breasts. He lay back on the bed, whimpering to
Jill. "I've never seen a dick like yours, Jill. You're more of a man now than
anyone I ever met. Take me with that huge cock, Jill." Jill turned to face
Brenda. Even though she was standing at the foot of the bed, and Brenda was
reclining against the headboard, the head of her monstrous dick hovered only a
foot or so away from Brenda's flushed face. Jill roared like a bull. "Look at
this cock!", she bellowed, "I'd split you in two like a roast chicken!" Brenda
smiled slyly, grabbed a jar of facial cream off the nightstand, and began to rub
it all over his sixty-three inches of tit flesh. It took the better part of the
jar to cover his mammoth mounds, but when he was finished, he took a dab of what
remained and patted it onto the head of Jill's mighty cock. Jill felt a tremor
of desire run from the tip of her engorged glans, down the length of her shaft,
and into the swaying sack of her swollen testicles. She howled with the need to
plunge her brontosaur dick deep into Brenda, regardless of the effect it might
have on him. "Fuck my giant tits, Jill", implored Brenda, "Maybe you're more of
a man than I ever was, but by God, I'm more woman now than anyone, and I can
take you easily between my big tits." As if to make his point, Brenda hoisted
his huge breasts towards the ceiling in invitation. Jill crawled onto the bed,
and gingerly lowered her ponderous dong into the canyon between Brenda's tits.
She sighed with satisfaction to see that Brenda, indeed, was woman enough now to
satisfy her. Brenda's meaty mams gripped the head and about a third of her shaft
in a warm, fleshy embrace, and as Jill began to pump with her enormous dick,
Brenda pressed his breasts together to maintain a delicious pressure on it. And
so the giants made love. Jill was almost beside herself with the ecstatic
sensations running up and down the shaft of her now-enormous prong, and from the
moans and gasps coming from Brenda's sweet little mouth, he was enjoying it as
well. Jill's orgasm came like the tide, beginning in her tormented head,
shuddering its way down the long expanse of her shaft, and terminating in the
aching sack of her scrotum. She began tossing cum all over Brenda's hair and
face. Cum? She shouldn't be making cum, she thought. She looked over the fleshy
mounds of Brenda's huge breasts at the tip of her great dick, still spit- ting
cum all over Brenda's face, neck, the pillows of the bed, the wall behind them.
Jill didn't stop cumming for about five minutes. By that time, Brenda was fairly
buried, but he was howling in a thundering orgasm himself. He grabbed his
nipples, now about four inches long and red as beets, and squeezed them roughly.
After Jill finished cumming, she rolled over to her side of the bed and watched
Brenda convulse in the last throes of his massive orgasm. Odd, she thought, a
cigarette would be really good right now. Jill then saw that her cum wasn't like
ordinary cum. It was lighter in color and more consistent, not runny like men's
cum. Brenda lifted a dainty finger and put some in her mouth. "Mmmm!", he
declared, "If all cum tasted this good, I'd be a con- firmed cocksucker from
here on out!" Brenda began devouring Jill's cum off his body, off the sheets,
and wherever he could find it. It suddenly dawned on Jill that her cum was most
probably composed of the same hormone which had triggered both her and Brendon's
transformations. How much of it had Brenda consumed by now? A pint? A quart?
More? Jill watched, but didn't see any drastic change coming over Brenda right
then. Indeed, Brenda started yawning, cuddled up into Jill's lap, and fell
quickly into a deep and contented slumber. When Jill's erection finally
subsided, she concentrated, reduced her cock to manageable size, dressed, and
left. Over the next few days, Jill found that, although she almost limitless
control over the shape of her body, when left to herself she fell into one of
three shapes; her own normal form, that of the Blonde Bombshell, and that of the
Stud who had delighted Brenda so. Jill as herself seemed immune to the working
of the hormone, so that she chose to do most of her heavy thinking in her old
form. The Bombshell and the Stud were sensitive to mental activity, and Jill had
to consciously counteract the working of the hormone if her boobs or her dick
were not to swell to outlandish proportions. As the Bombshell, Jill found it
easier to pick up thoughts and sensations from other minds, but the Bombshell
was extremely responsive sexually, and Jill found out that the sexual
maintenance of her new body took a lot of her time. Fortunately, with her model
looks and seventy-two inch breasts, finding partners was no great problem The
Stud was more useful for imposing her will on other minds, but he too required a
great deal of sexual upkeep, and Jill had to work hard to keep his dick from
getting so large that his partners became terrified. However, droves of women
and gay men found the Stud irresistible, and Jill never lacked for action, even
though as the Stud, she sometimes required sex four or five times a day. Over
the next few weeks, Jill experimented with her new powers. At the lab, she
continued as her old self, but even Julie, who tormented her continually before
with her arrogant display of breastworks, had to admit that her formerly mousey
colleague was far more assured than ever before. Jill bit her lip and was
patient. She had all the time in the world to plan Janet's payback.
************** Now that Dr. Reardon had retired, Julie had dropped all pretense
of having received the promotion on any merits other than those hanging off the
front of her chest. She became completely tyrannical to those under her, and
sycophantic to the point of nausea to those above her, especially men. She
dressed like a true academic slut, which is to say, no streetwalker could have
shown more thigh or more cleavage. Needless to say, despite her limited ability,
she was capable of producing a great deal of work from her harassed, but
talented staff, which of course she immediately passed off as her own. Julie
desperately wanted to find the intellect-enhancing hormone which was already
coursing through Jill's veins. It was simple work to keep Julie from finding it,
but other members of the team were very close to the same breakthrough Jill had
made, and Jill had to send them off on tangents from time to time to preserve
her secret. Jill regretted denying her poor beleaguered colleagues access to the
scientific recognition that was due them, but there was no way she would
tolerate Julie as a rival. In recompense, she augmented their intelligence, and
allowed them to make breakthroughs in other areas. Predictably, Julie would try
to grab the credit, thrusting her huge boobs out when the reporters and
newscasters came to call, but Jill made certain that the correct party was
always distinguished, and Julie was made to look very foolish. Julie retaliated
by firing the team, one by one, until there was no one left except Jill and
another Ph.D. named Horace. Julie attempted to make Jill's life miserable for
her. She accused Jill of hiding information from her, of being jealous of her
spectacular figure, when Jill was so obviously under- developed. One day, when
Julie had an interview with the director of the lab, Jill came to her with a
compound she had "discovered". Julie was displaying every inch of flesh she
could in anticipation of the interview, and even Jill had to admit she was
gifted with a remarkable body. Her straight dark red hair fell past her waist,
and she was wearing a thin yellow sun dress that exposed an impressive expanse
of freckled breast. Jill es- timated that Julie was probably about a 34DD at the
least, and she had practically all of it showing. Julie's long tapered legs
ended in a pair of dark-blue, five-inch "fuck-me" pumps that caused her ass to
move like a mass of Jello on springs. Julie was indeed a formidable sexual
assault weapon, and it was easy to see how she had made it so far on so little
ability. Well, Jill thought, it's time to disarm her. "Julie, I want you to take
a look at this.", Jill implored. Jill drew an equation on the board. "That's
Heribert's last transform", Julie remarked, "No one's ever found a proof for it
yet." Julie was interested but cross. "Why are you showing me this?" Quickly
Jill began filling in the statements of a long and intricate proof, and even
Julie could see that Jill was drawing on untapped and inexplicable mental
resources. "My God, Jill", Julie gasped, "You've found the formula!" Jill
nodded. "Where, where is the..." Jill held up a syringe filled with a milky
fluid. "Do you have the documentation?", Julie demanded. Jill held up a large
binder. "And you've already test- ed it on yourself, haven't you?" Jill nodded
again. Julie grabbed the syringe from Jill's grasp, and plunged the nee- dle
deep into one of the veins in her left arm. "If it works for you, Jill, it'll
have to work for me.", Julie giggled, "It must be nice for you to be so smart
now, Jill, heaven knows you haven't got anything else going for you. But can you
imagine? With this body, and with enhanced intelligence, I'll be unstoppable.
I'll be a, a goddess!!" She patted Jill on the cheek. "It's too bad you couldn't
have found something to give you some boobs to go with those brains, Jill
darling." Julie turned to the blackboard and began completing the proof that
Jill had started. Soon she was completely lost in it, and Jill saw that the
hormone, whose polarity she had carefully re- versed, was beginning to take its
expected effect. The rear of Julie's sundress began to flop loosely as the
curves of Julie's ass melted away, and her arm, as it moved across the
blackboard, lost its roundness and became thin and spindly. Julie screamed. "My
breasts! My breasts! What have you done to my breasts?" She turned around, and
Jill saw that Julie's once impressive display of frontage had dwindled a couple
of meager bumps that wouldn't have done credit to a healthy nine year old. The
front of the sundress now hung loosely off Julie's narrow shoulders. Jill
stepped up to her, and loosened the straps. Without Julie's once-awesome curves
to hold them up, the sundress and the bra underneath fell to the floor in a
heap. Julie sobbed in total dismay. Then Jill took off her own clothes, and put
Julie's on. Julie watched in awe as Jill's breasts grew and swelled, until she
had filled Julie's bra beyond its capacity. Jill turned around, to give Julie a
peak at how the back of the dress filled out as Jill's ass grew, lifted, and
rounded. Jill's hair began to straighten and darken, and fell to below her
waist. As a final insult, Julie watched helplessly as freckles exploded all over
Jill's new breasts. "Don't worry about the interview, Julie darling," Jill
cooed, "I'll take good care of your, er, reputation. If you want your old body
back, just don't use your new brain. Twelve hours of Gilligan's Island or Love
Boat, and you should be as good as ever. You see, you can be either smart or
stacked. You choose. Brain or butt." Jill opened the door. "You see, there's
only room for one goddess in this town", she added as she closed it behind her.
Jill quit at the lab the next morning. After the strip-tease she performed with
Janet's "borrowed" body, it didn't look like the funding would be renewed for
the following year. Jill didn't follow Janet much after that. A couple days of
mental contact indicated that Janet preferred having a body to having a genius
intellect, and she was religiously avoiding any mental strain. Money turned out
to be no problem. A beautiful woman with a seventy-two inch bust and telepathic
powers had no trouble qualifying for loans at various banks. Nor did she have
much trouble multiplying those loans in the stock or commodity markets. It took
Jill about an hour each morning, in bed, to make her picks for the day, and she
usually went to bed several thousands of dollars wealthier each night. Mostly,
she hung out with Brenda. Jill had never been big on girlfriends when she was
flat-chested, but now she found that no one understood a woman with a
well-endowed chest than another one equally well-endowed, no matter that "she"
had been a "he" only a few short weeks ago. Brenda had adjusted well to live as
a woman. She earned a comfortable living at the club, using her spectacular
figure, and her years of life as a man to inflame her audiences, and become the
most popular dancer in the region. It also appeared that Brenda had "inherited"
Jill's sexual appetites, and would disappear frequently in the morning and
afternoon for sex. Brenda had a direct approach that never failed her. If some
guy caught her eye, she would plant herself squarely in his path, thrust her
huge tits out, and say directly to him, "Sixty-three inches, if you think you
can handle it." It seldom took her longer than five minutes from stud-alert to
spread-eagle on her living room floor. Jill found she preferred a little
adventure. Her maturing powers gave her a limitless field of play. One day, she
stood in front of the mirror, while waiting for Brenda to change into her
workout gear. She darkened her skin, passing swiftly from cream-and-rose to
golden bronze to coffee- and cream to deep coal-black. Her nipples and the lips
of her vulva were almost purple. Next, she darkened her eyes from her usual blue
to a deep mahogany brown. She passed her now-dusky hands over her blonde hair,
and left it a rich black, thick and wavy, but not kinky. She broadened her nose,
and allowed her lips to thicken and swell. Brenda started when she stepped out
of the bedroom and saw the Queen of the Nile standing naked in her living room.
"God damn it, Jill", gasped Brenda, "You're gonna scare the shit outta me with
this quick-change work. I gotta admit, though. I haven't seen many black girls
look as good as you. You gonna keep the tits?" Jill was playing with her deep
purple nipples, and admiring the cool smoothness of her big black tits. "Got to,
sister." Jill stood in front of the mirror applying cosmetics while Brenda
relaxed on the sofa. Jill thought it somewhat ridiculous that a woman who could
alter her appearance at will would have to continue to use artificial
enhancements for her natural beauty. Still, Jill had found that men expected it,
and that regardless of her awesome looks, she still felt a little better with a
after putting in a little time on her face. Also, the coloring for black women
was subtly different from that she was accustomed to using on her "native" body.
She patted and dabbed until she felt she had it right, then she turned to Brenda
for approval. Jill looked spectacular. Her skin tone was a rich dark chocolate,
and her hair fell in thick, wavy, raven-colored locks past her waist to her ass.
Her remarkable breasts didn't suffer any diminishment for being black, in- deed,
they appeared even more vibrant and powerful. Jill's new African features were
faithful to the original; her large, sensuous mouth and broad, powerful nose,
flaring cheekbones and rich, dark almond shaped eyes bespoke the regal aspect of
a Black queen before the first slave- trapper had contaminated her continent
with their presence or her race with their seed. Brenda was impressed, but
puzzled. "Jill", she asked, "if you can look like anyone you want, and you want
to look like a black girl, then why not someone like Shari Belafonte, or Janet
Jack- son. You look so, so..." "...black. I know", Jill replied, "I want to look
*black*. Since I've been shape-changing, I've been thinking a lot about beauty.
Beauty seems to be a matter of centimeters. Watch this." Jill turned back to the
mirror, and after she turned again to face Jill, her face was a hideous mask of
White stereotypes of Black facial features. Then she pulled her face back into
its former appearance. Brenda saw that Jill was right. The difference between
the Stepin Fetchit-mask and Jill's African queen was one of, literally,
centimeters. Jill dressed for the workout. She pulled a white halter top over
her extensive tits, and a pair of green nylon running shorts on her bottom,
leaving an impressive expanse of smooth, muscular black abdomen exposed. Jill
didn't need to exercise, as she could maintain her musculature by will-power,
but she enjoyed ac- companying Brenda to her sessions, and besides, the gym was
a great place to pick up men. Jill and Brenda were almost out the door, when
Jill grabbed Brenda by the shoulder. "Wait a minute, Brenders, I gotta do
something else." She reached out mentally into the immediate neighborhood, and
located three black women whose memories she downloaded into her own. The effect
nearly knocked her off her feet. "I had no idea" , she muttered, "Absolutely no
idea." "What?", asked Brenda. "That it was so, so different. That it meant so
much.", replied Jill. There was no way to tell Brenda what she had just
immediately learned, the resentment, the continual defensiveness, what it felt
like to learn before you barely knew you were a separate person that most people
thought there was something wrong with you. If this is what it felt like, Jill
thought, its a wonder the country's still standing. She'd have to do some- thing
about this, later... For right now, she saw she'd have to do some minor
modifications. Jill turned towards the mirror. "I still got a
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