We've All Got A Fetish

"Oh, hello, Island Representative!" You looked up to your newest resident in confusion. You didn't remember her being this big at the campsite. She took on a bit of a bashful expression when you asked about it. "Oh, I... um... I may have botched one of the traps in the tomb in my house, me meow. It uh... it sort of took the idea of a giant booby trap a tad literally."

She waved a hand dismissively when you voiced some concerns about her new size. "I'll be fine." She let out a small groan as she grew even larger. "You have to admit; I carry the extra... tons well." She tugged on her bikini top to adjust it, and her breasts bulged larger in the cups. Her heartbeat was audible now, and she pulsed a tiny bit bigger with each thump sound. "Do you at least think I still look fashionable?" She laid down on the beach towel and it was barely big enough for the great spheres that rested on it, much less Ankha's whole body. And soon it wouldn't even hold them but rather just be somewhere under them.

Jenny and her friends quickly entered the club, eager to stretch their legs and have some fun. Normally they would have had to wait at least an hour to get into the popular nightclub, but Jenny had used her ability to put their names on the VIP list. She usually didn’t use her power so freely, but she just felt like having fun tonight. Anything she said explicitly would become true, so when she told the bouncer, “We are on the list.”, they were. She was always careful to think before she spoke, but she had no idea tonight she would seriously slip up.

As she approached the bar, her two friends Ciri and Bess ran into her, giggling. She laughed and pushed them off, amused that they were already tipsy from drinking on the ride over. Ciri giggled and lightly slapped Jenny on her shapely butt, and Jenny gasped in mock anger.

“Oh whatever,” Ciri teased, “You know you like it, slut.”

Jenny stuck her tongue out at her, while Jess teased both of them for flirting instead of drinking. Almost an hour later, Jenny was drunker than both of her friends, and was trying to get up to go to the bathroom when she spilled her drink.

“You dummy!” Bess teased her, as she wobbled around trying to find napkins. “You drank half the bar, and now you’re trying to walk in heels?” Jenny giggled, replying with a slurred whatever, but Ciri jumped in too.

“First you try to seduce me, then you spill your drink all over yourself? You’re like one of those bimbo’s on tv, like a dumb slut or something!” Bess and Ciri both laughed, a little meanly, and jenny blushed bright red. They both teased her about it for another hour, before finally Jenny had to laugh and foolishly tried to play along.

“Alright fine, I’m a dumb slut!” She giggled, before realizing in a panic what she’d just done. She only got out the word “No-” before her ability took over. She felt her education go up in smoke, as years in school suddenly turned to years spent practicing sex positions, math traded itself for blowjob techniques and pussy licking, almost all of the books she’d read became knowledge on how to use her body to get off as much as possible, and science class memories became nothing but horny thoughts and weak self control. Her natural intelligence became pitiful as she turned into a ditzy sex addict, and now the only reason she’d come to the club was to get laid by as many people as possible. She couldn’t count higher than twenty without help, so she planned on having each person she fucked draw a line on her back. She hoped to leave with her back completely covered. She was too stupid to notice her new outfit, as her cute club dress popped apart into a tight latex bra to cradle her perky C’s and show off her needy nipples, and an equally tight latex miniskirt squeezed and lifted her perky butt. She only giggled at the feeling of air blowing against her naked pussy, then stopped to try and remember what she was doing.

“Ugh, why did we invite this skank again?” Her ex-friend Ciri asked Bess.

Bess snorted, then shrugged, obviously finding Jenny’s ditzy behavior hilarious. Jenny blushed, confused as to how the two mean girls were making fun of her.

“You better like, stop being ummm… Rude! To me!” She pouted, but ruined the effect by quickly pushing her tits out at s passing guy. The two other drunk women both laughed at her openly, before having a too-loud conversation about how stupid she must be to try and pick up decent guys like that.

“She must think tits are the answer to everything!” Ciri laughed, taking another shot.

“I think she’s just too stupid to think of anything else. She’s like a baby stuck with a nympho’s needs!” Bess giggled back at her friend.

Jenny had had enough. Before her new life, she was smart and careful enough to watch her words, but now, she could barely plan sentences out in the first place, let alone edit them. Pointing accusingly at Cirir, while still sticking her ass out behind her in the hopes of getting someone to grab it, she shouted.

“You’re the one who thinks boobies are the answer to like, everything! Cuz you’re just a big pair of dumb, slutty boobies!!”

Ciri couldn’t even blink before the changes hit her. Her top disappeared, showing off a perky but small set of boobs, before they began to swell. Her brain quickly hard wired itself to boobs, sex, and boobs, as she drooled onto her growing rack. It swelled roundly, each tit growing bigger and heavier as they quickly grew through cup sizes. Her nipples suddenly popped bigger, into thick pleasure buttons guaranteed to nearly black out their owner with pleasure just by a simple tug. Her shorts became a cute, cow-pattern thong, and she dumbly began compulsively massaging her tits even as they continued to grow. Her whole life was centered around her chest now. She constantly tried to draw attention to her big boobs, and had quickly picked up every boob related fetish and kink she heard of. She liked to pretend she was just a pair of tits, so much so that she was basically just a living sex doll at this point, desperately looking for ways to pleasure her gigantic rack. She mooed quietly to herself as her titties growth slowed, then stopped. She now had the most impressive rack of anybody in the bar, state, country, and maybe even world. Her tits were enormous, creamy and soft but firm enough to hold their roundly inviting shape. She dreamily kneaded them as two thick hoops appeared in her fat nipples, then a cow-print bra popped into place, to match her thong and push her titties up more than anything. She continued drooling into them happily, and Bess blinked as her perception of her friends changed for the second time that night.

“Oh fuck, why am I at a bar with Princess Bimbo and Juggs? I gotta get out of here before someone sees me.” She got up to leave, but accidentally brushed Ciri’s massive right globe, giving her tit obsessed friend a small orgasm that could be heard across the bar. Jenny smiled happily, glad her sexy friend was having fun, but frowned when Bess scoffed disgustedly.

“Hey you meanie! Don’t be rude! You’re just jealous of her, cuz umm… You want everyone to like you, but you’re all fake and dumb and stuff!”

Bess frowned angrily, but her brain instantly rebelled against her as she tried to retort. We shouldn’t be mean to her, it said. She’s so sexy, and natural, wouldn’t it be nice if people liked us like they liked her? She’s so popular… Bess stopped and stared at the bimbo enviously, and didn’t notice as her life changed. Her new motto in life was to please everyone, as much as possible, and to her the best way to do that was to copy her two slutty friends. Her clothes shrank and tightened into teeny latex booty shorts and a tube top, and two silver rings popped into her needy nipples. She’d trained herself to be stupid and slutty like her friends, so her body corrected itself to fit that even as her mind weakened and became more and more focused on getting fucked and being liked. Her hips broadened outwards as her tits swelled firmly against her top, and she squealed a little when her new natural F cups became totally fake implants, from her vain attempt to match Cirir. Her ass widened and bubbled outwards, becoming a fat and wiggly booty that she happily offered to anybody who so much as glanced at it. She nibbled her fat, collagen puffed lips nervously, as she looked around desperately for someone to cheer up. She noticed a woman wearing a “I’m so gay it hurts” shirt awkwardly drinking in the corner, and rushed over to try and offer her whole slutty body to the stranger in order to get attention and hopefully sex. Jenny giggled as she watched her friend shamelessly flirt with the other woman, before leading her anxiously to a nearby bathroom to get them both off as wonderfully as possible. She turned, and couldn’t find Ciri for a moment, before spotting her across the club already happily titfucking a guy with her enormous jugs. Jenny giggled, then moved into the crowd, to dance some more, and hopefully get laid. She was just a dumb slut, after all.

You met Casey at a bar, and immediately began flirting with her, running your mouth about big tiddie goth GF’s and what not, and somehow managed to actually score her for the night.

What you didn’t tell her, is that you wanted her to be your HUGE tiddie goth gf, and had given her a little growth formula here and there to bump her up a size.

and when you awoke in the morning, you were shocked to find her a lot bigger than she was the night before, and she wasn’t too happy

“Are you kidding me?! what did you do to me!? i have bigger tits than a damn pornstar now!”

her complaints were cut short as her chest surged with size, demolishing her top and slapping against her body.

“Like, hi! Uhmmmm, do you wanna stick your cock between my titties?

Awesome! I just needta pull my top off, wow, there, look how bouncy I am! My titties are so fucking huge! Ok, let me just drop down here and… wow, you’re big! We’re, like, totally twins! Only with like… my titties and your cock!

I’m sooo glad you said yes, ‘cos I was just taking this necklace back, ‘cos like, the shop guy said “Buy this and all your fears of pickups will be forgotten!” And I did I went out and I was like still soooo bad at it! I got like, no action at all! Every girl was totally not interested in me! Ooh hey your cock smells sooo sexy, I just wanna like give it a little kiss! Mwah!

Oh, like, uhm, yeah, so I went back, and said like, “give me my money back!!!” and he was like no, you’re just not using it right, and then he totally hooked this other catch thingy on the back and like WHOOMPH I had these huge fake titties and I was like “OMG!” and I felt down and my cock was all, like, gone, but I was soooo wet down there I was like ok this is nice but then I was all this isn’t what I wanted! And the shop guy said, “Oh yeah, well, try asking that guy out!” So I came out here and I was like, “Hi, do you wanna stick your cock between my titties?” and you were like “Sure” and so now I’m titfucking you!

Oh!

Oh, wow, I’m like…. all sticky! Uhm, thank you! Now I don’t have to get, like, my money back, ‘cos it totally works! Bye!

I’m like, covered in cum….. mmm, tasty! Oh! Hi! I didn’t see you there, sorry, I was like, licking cum off my titties! Hey, do you wanna stick your dick in my ass?

The Power of Wishes Part 6

“Alright Sylvia you can go back to your desk.” The principal zipped his pants nonchalantly with a grin on his face. He patted her on the head like this was a normal exchange. He then sat back down and looked down at his papers in a clear dismal.

“My desk?” Sylvia asked dumbly

“Sigh~” The principal let out in exasperation. “Did you forget you are also my secretary? You know you don’t only give me blow jobs or just let me fuck you. You have work to do, go on!” He made a shooing gesture. As Sylvia opened the door, the principal clled after her, “Good job today Sylvia. I think I’ll give you a raise so you can buy yourslef a toy.

Sylvia nodded and giggled, felling happy and proud she was sucha good girl at giving blow jobs. She then walked out, her high heels clicking as she stepped out of the office. She looked down and noticed that her outfit had changed. She now wore a button down blouse but still no bra, her tits were huge now, her nails were bright pink and her hair had shortened. her pleated red skirt had also changed into a short mini with sexy leggings hooking up  to her underwear to show off the top most of her thighs. During her latest inspection she suddenly heard a ringing.

"Answer the phone Sylvia!” The principal called through the doorway.“ his impatiences spiking though his tone.”

“OH! Like I’m so sorry sir, she pouted adoringly at him and he smiled, relenting his grimace. "Alight… It’s okay just pick up the phone.

“Thanks bossman she winkied then turned at picked up the phone.

Like Hai, umm… can I, like, help you?”

The End

Author’s note

This story was made possible by a great idea submitted by an Anon. First time at age progression and I gotta say this was hella fun to right. It came together like magic and worked out so well, I’m really happy with I hope you all enjoyed it as much as me!

The Power of Wishes Part 4

She compromised by taking another slefie. She looked at it and noticed her her glasses had changed after the photo they had gotten larger and were nheld with gold wire rim. “Wha..” she muttered  and took the glasses off. “Like, this is so ama-amaz-kewl!” Ugh she still sounded so stupid. Then she remembered her hair lightening in the bathroom. I think I’m turning into a bimbo or, like, something.

The next thing she remembered doing was being called into the pircipals office.

“Miss Sylvia! Your attire is entirely inappropriate. I’ve told you before that you can’t dress like this; I don’t know how your mother lets you get away with this? If your mom won’t stop this behavior I will. You need to be punished. I have to suspend you until you can get more appropriate clothes.”

“What?” squeaked Sylvia. “But… But, sir, please don’t suspend me. I can’t have that on my, like, record. Can’t I do somthin’ for you instead?”

The Power of Wishes Part 3

She got dressed, all her clothes so small they looked a little too risqué for school, but it was all she had. She had stretched one of her old white shirts which became a tank top basically. Her boobs strained against the fabric a nice inch cleavage forming a subtle valley. Her shirt was so form fitting she didn't even need to wear a bra(not that she had any). She then slid on one of her skirts which barely got past her now wide hips and only fit near her waist and ended up being a miniskirt. As she turned to check her ass again she saw it barely covered her ass cheeks. Sitting down was going to be annoying she thought. One of her undies had been stretched too, to make for a very tight thong. It pressed revealingly over her pussy lips while the rest got swallowed up into her ass, showing almost all of it. She looked back up at the mirror and gasped again. Makeup had formed over her face. Blush and mascara suddenly appearing onto her face pink lipstick covering her lips. With it on she noticed how much older and mature she looked. She then saw ink begin to slide along her arm forming words and a growing, flowering vine. Her hair grew longer and took on a new sheen and luster. Her nails once plain, now lines of red. She went over and took out her phone. She looked so hot she just had to take a selfie. Wish I had someone to send this too. She thought. Then she frowned. Wait…why did I think that? She blinked in the mirror and for the first time wondered if this was such a good idea. Was she becoming someone different just because of how she looked? It was ludi-ludi…ugh like, crazy! Right?!

She looked back at the mirror and smiled. “Ya! I’m fine!” she said cheerily to the empty bathroom. She put on her glasses and went down stairs.

She got to school without a hitch, her mom hadn't looked at her strangely or anything, it was like she didn't even notice the changes. Sylvia sighed inwardly, she had been worried when she had come down the stairs, but her mom looked at her like it was perfectly natural for her daughter to be wearing undersized clothes.

“Ummm, hi mom!” she chirped.

“hey sweety. Ready to go? Are you okay? You were up there for a bit.”

“Yep… yep… and Ya, sorry for that, I was app- apply—putting on make-up.”

There it was again she thought, that stutter. She really should practice talking with smaller words. She didn’t want to sound dumb, “Like, that would be stup—stup–dumb. *giggle*.” She laughed at how dumb she sounded.

Hmm, maybe I am dumb?” she wondered. She always had insecurities about that. She had always worried people might be pretending to be nice to her cuz they thought she was dumb. Well now she knew why she had felt that way.

She looked up startled and saw they were at school. She didn’t even remember getting into the car! She looked around and saw she was in front of the local Higschool. “Umm mom?” She asked.

“Hmm?”

“Why are we at the High School?”

“Umm…dear, you go to highschool…”

Silvia stared in shock. That meant she was older too! Well, that explained why her mom was okay with her looking the way she did, but she was wearing what amounted to a really slutty outfit. She hadn’t wanted to wear this. And if her mom had changed but her clothes hadn’t, or had they? She looked down into her cleavage and saw that her shirt wasn’t what she had thought. The neck hadn't stretched it had been made to cut that low so that she could show off her awesome cleavage! And her skirt fit because she had bought it that way jsut so she could show off her nice curvaceous ass. “Huh, that is just so weird.” She said aloud.

“What is weird honey?” her mom was looking worried now. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Oh I was just thinking how it was weird I didn’t remember to bring my purse. Oopsie! *giggle*” she rambled.

“Okay, well have a good day sweetheart.”he mom said mullified

After that her day was a blur. She only remembered scattered bits here and there. Like she remembered all the times she had been with Josh. He was her boyfriend. She had no idea how that happened. He just came up and started kissing her in the hallway. She hadn’t even known him before. How weird was that? But it had felt good. Oh man, she got wet just thinking about what had happened. He had cradled her head with one hand while the other circled her waist. Squeezing her ass sliding her short skirt up to reveal to anyone watching and boy were there people watching. She had felt so good she hadn’t cared, and anyway she had wanted to be noticed, so her wish was actually coming true!

Later she was in the bathroom when she noticed something she lifted her hand and felt her lips, still tingling from the kiss earlier. Her lips were plumper. She grinned and looked into the mirior. She looked so hot. She blinked and noticed the tips of her hair were lightening,