The months from Christmas to our weddings were busy ones. The celebrations back home were to be modest affairs with about forty people at the wedding and less than half that for the handfastings. Those still took some time to plan, and many calls with my folks and Janis’. To her amazement, her parents were keen on the plan, and excited for her. The planning for the wedding in Germany was mostly handled by Angela and her folks, but kept her very busy.
For Valentine’s day, Frank enlisted our help. He’d promised his wife he’d go out dancing, wearing her as his dress. (They still hadn’t conceived, but not for lack of trying.) We turned him female the weekend before and took him out shopping, getting a few pretty blouses as well as a sexy dress. We took Frank dancing with us, of course, and changed both of them back at their place.
Frank asked for only his bottom half to be turned male, and from the way Giselle grinned it was clear she loved the idea. So I was not overly surprised when Frank showed up at work wearing one of the cute blouses from the weekend before. Shelly and I welcomed another member of the half and half club eagerly. Tom grumbled about it, until my boss offered to take Frank off his hands...
In addition to work and wedding planning, I also got caught up in a new consulting gig. Thanks to Alex’s mother’s contacts I’d been able to get in touch with the woman in charge of Siemens’ magitech division, and she’d loved some of the ideas we’d brainstormed. The offer of help with mana intensity mapping got me involved with the team, and led to weekly lunches with some of their top developers to bounce ideas around.
The first product to go public from that collaboration was an upgrade to their existing cosmetic transformation device. In addition to enabling inexpensive month-long changes, we were able to add a bunch of additional limb options, like tails, animal ears, and wings. Shelly got a set of real fairy wings as part of the beta test. (Sadly, full centaur was beyond the scope of their system.)
A week after Shelly got her wings she showed up at work teary-eyed and wingless. Her fairy sweetie had gotten so jealous that they’d had a bitter argument and Shelly had sworn off fairies for good. It wasn’t until later in the week that Janis reminded me of Shelly’s bra. I approached Shelly the next day to ask if she wanted her bra restored so she’d have a shoulder to cry on, and she giddily accepted.
When we restored Shelly’s bra she looked so confused. She’d long since given up on ever being human again, but when Shelly hugged her she smiled so sweetly it warmed my heart. Shelly promised to be whatever her ex-bra wanted for as long as she liked to make up for everything. It turned out we still couldn’t transform her into a cat, but the new cosmetic devices could get her about halfway, even going so far as to change her vocal chords so she could purr... but not speak. She didn’t return to work for a week, and when she did she’d kept the slitted golden eyes and her feline ears.
I passed her request for a shrinking mode to Siemens, which led to some fruitful discussions.
The wedding in Germany was spectacular. Janis was the dress instead of Katya, so that Katya could be the ribbon we wrapped around our wrists as we said our vows. We’d decided that each of us in turn would spend one ceremony as the ribbon, though Katya talked us into letting her be the dress for the rest.
Before we turned Katya into the wedding dress, there was a brief moment while all four of us were human. We all held hands and recited the same vows Angela and I had earlier in the day. “My Darlings, I vow to love you and to cherish you, through thick and thin. I vow to follow such rules as we mutually agree suit us best.”
After the wedding we flew to Canada for the next. Angela’s parents and sister came with us. Her parents paid for their tickets, but Lena went into my carryon with Angela. Angela’s parents were a little surprised when they saw me with my white blouse and black pants, but they seemed to come to terms with it pretty quickly. For the second ‘formal’ wedding, Janis was the ribbon. Angela was the ribbon for the handfasting the next day, tying Janis’ wrists to mine.
The last ceremony was the one where I got to be the ribbon, binding Janis and Angela in front of Janis’ folks. They changed me back shortly after the ceremony was over so I could celebrate with them. Janis’ uncle looked especially pleased at how we’d put his invention to use, and he talked my ear off about our experiences with it. We had to dance around our respective NDAs a bit, but there was a lot we could compare notes on even so. They had a different approach for shrinking than Siemens was trying, and his wife demonstrated an alternative method by wiggling her fingers and making me about six inches tall. She joked that it was so that Janis and Angela could have a “proper” first night together... and when I grinned up at her, she left me that way for the night, which proved to be a great deal of fun indeed.
I got restored in time to catch our flight back to Europe, where we’d booked a hotel near a beach so we could all have some bikini time. It was a little place in a less-touristy town than most and we thought we’d kept it private... but there was a gift box from our friends waiting for us even so. Frank and Giselle had sent chocolates, Shelly a nice bottle of wine... and Alex had convinced Siemens to part with a prototype of a toy that would make any dildo – or just about anything else – “magic”.
Angela and I peered at the sheet of warnings and instructions that came with it, a grin slowly spreading across my face as I realized just what they’d come up with. There were three spells embedded in the device. One made all nearby flesh extra stretchy and malleable. The next created a storage portal in “any available convex space”, and there was an underdescribed safety spell that claimed it would keep “all participants” from harm.
Angela smirked as she read the instructions for use. “So they did use my idea. Cool.”
“Which one is that?”
“They couldn’t make it small enough to be inserted and out of the way. So... it’s a butt plug.”
I stared at the object in question. It wasn’t as big as the “magic dildo” I’d bought and quite enjoyed playing with, but it was certainly larger than any conventional one I’d seen. It wasn’t even or smooth, it looked like they’d just dumped black resin over the prototype board and called it a day. “That’ll never fit.”
“Contact makes you extra stretchy, and then the storage effect should kick in...”
I got her to zap me the rest of the way female before giving it a shot. Despite the imposing size of the resin-coated object, it slipped in with alarming ease. I could feel an odd churning inside me and then... very little, really. “Okay. That’s actually pretty cool. But does it work?”
Angela wriggled a finger, then teased at my folds. That felt more or less normal, if somewhat muted – my flesh seemed to give way whenever she pressed, so it was hard to get any real tension. When she slipped fingers from both hands inside and pulled my vagina wide open, I just stared. “Holy carp. That’s more than a little flexibility.”
“Yeah. I pushed them to take it as far as they could, and it seems like they delivered.” Angela stretched me even further. “Wow. You could fit a bowling ball in here.”
I snickered at that. “Maybe this’d be good for women giving birth?”
“Oooh! New marketing plan. Imagine if we could sell thousands of these, what people might get up to...” Angela pulled and I stretched even wider. “Damn, how big can you get?”
I watched in awed curiosity. “That doesn’t even feel like it’s straining much. God, imagine a dildo that big. I kind of want to try...”
“Don’t have a dildo that big, but... well, we used you as a toy when you were small, let’s see if you can use me as one while I’m big.”
Before I could process what she’d meant, Angela turned around and pressed her feet into me. They slid in easily, and in moments she was up to her hips. That churning feeling was back, and it was weird not to see her sticking out in lumps or bumps. She just slid inside and... nothing. My belly was flat. “This is so wicked...”
Angela pumped herself in and out of my magically enhanced bits for a while, grinning as she saw the impact she was having on me. Then one push went a little too far and she slid in up to her neck. She stopped moving, and I hauled her back out again. The grin on her face was something to see. She wriggled her hands down by her sides, then moaned softly. “Do it.”
I leaned forward and tangled my hands in her hair, then slowly pulled her inward. Her breasts felt amazing slipping inside, and I rocked her back and forth there until I felt the crest of an orgasm rising up. I clenched tight, and shoved her so deep that only her face showed.
Angela nuzzled in to lap at my bits from the inside, and that drove me over the edge. I clenched tight and lost all control. I blacked out for a while, and when I came to there was no sign of Angela.
At first I thought she’d wriggled her way out, so I tried to get up and look for her. My hips wouldn't work right, longer exposure to the flexibility effect had turned my pelvic bones to jelly. I called out to her and got no answer, so I tried feeling around inside me. I felt my hand vanish into a now familiar churning. I couldn’t feel anything once it had vanished, and pressing it deeper only made more of my arm disappear in a rather distracting way.
Once I’d stopped distracting myself, I pulled my arms free and cast about for the instructions. Thankfully they covered just this case, reassuring me that anyone who disappeared fully into the portal would be kept perfectly safe. To retrieve them, all I needed to do was withdraw the toy. The notes emphasised that doing so slowly was best.
I pulled out the toy with a due sense of trepidation. It slid out effortlessly, accompanied by the inverse of that initial churning. After it was halfway out I felt a similar churning in my guts, and something large and round pressed outward. At first I thought it was Angela’s head, but then I got a look at it. It was several times larger than Angela’s head, and pale white. In my surprise I pulled back... which pulled the toy out of me abruptly. The object inside of me made an equally abrupt exit. It wasn’t painful, as the stretchy effect was still in full force, but it startled the heck out of me.
I stared at the ovoid form on the bed for a long time. “I laid an egg?” I asked out loud, then stared at it some more. I poked at it curiously, and it felt like a very large and sturdy egg. I recalled the notes after a while. “This is your idea of safe? I guess it means no snagging, but my wife is now a very safe egg. How do I get her out?”
I wriggled around on the bed to see if the notes had a troubleshooting section. It did mention “persistent transformative aftereffects” which seemed to cover both my hips and Angela’s situation. The notes spent an annoyingly long time reassuring me that everything was safe and reversible before getting to the point. To undo the changes, we had to move the device at least 5 meters away from the subject. Unfortunately, the hotel room wasn’t that large.
I figured if I used opposite corners I might have a chance, so I dragged myself from the bed, got the toy in one hand and elbow-crawled to the corner by the door. I left the toy there, and retreated to the other corner. After what felt like an hour of fretting, my body firmed up. I checked Angela... and she was still an egg. So I took the toy down to the front desk, and asked them to keep it in the safe for the night.
When I returned to the room Angela was still mostly egg-shaped, but her eyes and mouth had appeared. I asked her how she was doing and she sighed softly. “Weird. Soft.”
I snuggled up beside her and got a happier sigh, followed by even happier noises as my hands found her burgeoning breasts. I ran my hands over her reforming body, teasing here and there, until she was fully back to human. “Better now?”
“Mmm... Kind of liked the part where I only had boobs.”
“So... boob pillow for the night?” I asked, reaching for the box.
Angela’s grin didn’t vanish until her head melted away into the pillow.
The next day I restored Janis so we could have a spotter while using the toy, and ended the day by laying two eggs. We also discovered that the squishy ovoid with boobs phase would last indefinitely if the toy was returned to the room at the right time, and I slept with two squishy women that night. It was lovely.
I spent parts of the next few days writing up our notes on the toy. We also did a lot of very fun testing. Disappointingly, it could not form a pocket in my belly button, or my foreskin while male. Janis tried to slurp Anglea up between her breasts, and that failed as well. We laughed at the attempt. After batting around some ideas about how we’d like it to work and brainstorming some approaches that fit what we knew about magic so far, I sent a memo on the topic to our contacts at Siemens. I got a reply later that day chiding me for working on my honeymoon, and also not surprised at same. They were already planning an off-switch for the beta, and quite liked the idea of making shrinking instead of portaling an option.
We got into an extended back-and-forth about the merging possibilities, which was rather a lot of fun because the team shared many kinks with us and were just as keen on the idea. Unfortunately, there were many higher-priority projects, such as turning our current toy into a birthing aid. The form factor would have to change, but the flexibility module could be repurposed to the toy line, making it cheaper to produce.
After the honeymoon we returned to Wurzburg. The consulting side gig kept us busy. Angela got roped into it as well, and ditched her job at Black Velvet to have more time free for that, and to be home when I got home from work. Janis spent much of her time as a blouse or bra for me at work, though she ate dinner with us more evenings than not.
I bought a lovely wall-mounted display case for Katya. The original dress got hung up in the closet, so that I could swap it out once Katya had had her year.
Before I knew it, Christmas came around again, and we carried Katya back and forth with us. I asked Angela and Janis if they’d prefer to have a seat for the flights, but both opted for carryon. To be honest, I envied them. My long legs were not especially compatible with cattle class flying.
My family was happy to see Angela and Janis again. They did ask after Katya, so I told them of the promise and showed them the dress. That part they didn’t entirely get. Even my sister found it odd, but she accepted that Katya loved being a dress.
We spent New Year’s Eve with Janis’ family. Her parents defrosted a little when they saw how happy Janis was with both of us. Angela spent more of that part of the trip as Janis’ bra than human, and I spent a lovely night dancing as her dress.
Then it was back to work in the dreary German winter. We did spend a vacation week in the same spa near her parents’ place, and Lena and her husband came along as well. The spa had upgraded their cosmetic transformation devices, so we spent one day as mermaids, and another child-sized and having a blast running around the play area.
We got our hands on a beta version of Siemens newest concept for a shrinker. Their current models couldn’t go below about two thirds your starting height due to mass issues. However, mass transfers could push far past that limit. There was a software lock that kept it from going below one third height, though there was an undocumented “test mode” that let it go down to one twelfth scale. Anything below that was considered far too dangerous, and when I asked they claimed to be working on a living doll mode, and suggested I wait for that instead.
We did push the shrinking limit a couple of times. It was fun to bounce around on Angela’s boobs while doll-sized, but after a reflexive catch on her part led to massive bruising all along my sides, we re-enabled the safety mode. It was still a lot of fun to snuggle up against a lover four times your size, but sleeping like that was right out. The bed was just too small for a seven foot tall Angela. So we pooled our resources, and found a nice little townhouse for rent, with a good sized master bedroom.
We spent most of the lead-up to our first anniversary getting ready for the move, and were still unpacking boxes when the big day (and, coincidentally, the big bed) arrived.
Katya was more than a little dazed to be stepping out of the dress display and into a new living room. She confessed she’d lost her sense of self a few months in, and had spent the rest of the time as pretty much nothing other than a dress. She only had vague memories of the move itself. By dinnertime, she was feeling mostly human and her vision had settled to normal once more.
We celebrated our anniversary with a lovely takeout dinner on our new dining room table. It had more than enough room for the four of us. Katya enjoyed the food and company, and agreed that she would spend more time human. Then she favoured me with a wicked grin. “And I also promised certain things if you gave me the year, and I fully intend to follow up with them.”
I had her wait a moment while I brought out my gift for them. Siemens had been working on several of our ideas for the past few months as I transitioned from full-time at my previous company to more of a half-and-half work schedule. I’d called in a variety of favours and they had a new toy ready for us to test. The absorption bands weren’t remotely ready for sale, and barely qualified as alpha hardware.
Angela unwrapped the box with a curious expression. “Did they really get them done?”
I nodded. “Safe enough for our purposes. Tested enough to know the box’s restore will work, but... yeah, without it you can get stuck.”
“And you’d like to be stuck.”
“Well... I do have the next month off. Sort of to bridge between the old job and full time on magitech. And because Kat needs a subby toy.”
Katya grinned at me broadly. “You want to be my subby toy.” She looked back at the box, and the broad green band Angela had pulled out of it. “What does this new toy do? I’ve been out of the loop, but from the way you’re looking at it...”
Angela stripped and looped it around one breast where it snugged tight on its own. “Ooh, they got the size adjustment working?”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t work without it.”
Angela touched a pair of emeralds attached to the band, and it split in half. One half stayed on her chest and the other stayed with her breast as it dropped free. “Ahh, what a load off. We could sell these on that basis alone.”
I smirked as I picked it up. “Yeah, but without the best feature? Just not the same.” I pressed my hand into the shimmering surface behind her breast, and sunk my arm in up to the elbow. As I did so, the breast slowly grew.
“Wait... you... where’d your arm go?” asked Katya. She poked at the breast curiously, and both Angela and I moaned in unison. “You can feel that?”
I nodded, then moaned more as Katya kneaded Angela’s breast. “I don’t feel your arm in here, it’s completely absorbed?”
Katya studied the effect, then pushed the boob up to my shoulder. The portal on the end wasn’t large enough to go any further. “Huh. We’ve done this look before, more or less. Pity I can’t shove you all the way in.”
I grinned. “Yeah, pity. If only we had something that could shrink me.”
Katya’s eyes lit with glee. “Ooooh, show me.”
Once she’d seen me four feet tall, Katya completely ignored the new toys. She grabbed the box and turned me fully female, then turned it on the others to make them my silks. And then she changed into Kat and had me stand up next to him. My head didn’t even come up to his shoulder, and he only had to murmur “kneel” to get me to fall completely into the subservient harem-girl role. He used his most hypnotic voice to drive me deep into the mindset, but I would have gone there for the asking.
We spent days like that, with Kat enjoying his mastery over me. He experimented with the mass transfer toy after a couple days, testing out various sizes until settling on one that put me half a head shorter than him. After all, what good was a thrall that couldn’t reach anything in the kitchen?
Once he’d settled in to the role, he restored Janis and reduced her to half my height, calling her his pet. Her role was solely decorative, and she did a lovely job of it. Kat was so delighted with her that he bought a bright metal collar for her to wear.
Then he added Angela to the mix. Not as the Keeper, not as part of the harem. Just Angela. She found it puzzling that Kat wasn’t reacting as usual, turning Janis and me into objects. Kat chuckled warmly and shook his head. “They don’t... register as competition any more. You’re my wife. Janis is a pet.”
“And Daffodil?” Angela asked, studying me with a mischievous look. “Slave? Harem girl?”
“Subservient. She barely has a will of her own, do you Daffy?”
I shook my head, smiling happily. “I am yours.”
“Are you happy?” asked Angela. “This was supposed to be a treat for you.”
I nodded, my smile broadening. “I am loving this...”
Angela arched an eyebrow, and waited.
“May I be... less?”
Angela sought out the absorption bands, and set them up on her left breast. Once she’d separated the bands, she gestured to the shimmering portal behind her breast. “Hop in.”
I did try my best, but I was still too big. Then the world expanded around me. I glanced up and saw Kat with the mass transfer toy in his hands. I tried again, and this time I could wriggle my hips through. My body melted away as I sunk into her breast, leaving me helpless once I’d pushed past my shoulders. I smiled up at Angela. “Please?”
She tucked me all the way inside, and my heart thrilled as I lost all sense of my body. There was no light, just warmth and wiggliness as Angela hefted me. Her breast had grown large enough she needed both arms to lift it, and Kat’s help to put it back in place. Then I felt the bands lifted away, and a pulse of pure lust shot through me as my only pathway out was cut off. This was the case the bands couldn’t handle. I was a breast, and until the box was used to restore me, that was all I would be. I was positively giddy at the prospect.
I could hear murmurings of voices as Angela explained how stuck I was. To my surprise, I heard Janis pipe up, something about symmetry... I couldn’t tell what was going on, but after a time I felt another large, warm, and squishy shape pressing beside me. Janis had joined me as part of Angela’s chest.
Kat lost no time having fun with Angela’s now massive breasts. Their lovemaking went on for some time, and Janis and I were active participants for much of it. It’s not like we could do much other than wiggle, but Kat had lots of fun playing with us in various ways.
It’s not easy to keep track of time when you’re a breast. We were only “stuck” for two days, but it felt like an eternity. Kat restored us, grinned wickedly, and immediately turned Janis into a familiar pair of crotchless panties. A moment later, Angela was reduced to a sexy bra. It didn’t take me long to get up to speed on figuring out what Kat wanted. I tried to make an enticing show of putting them on, much to his amusement.
To my surprise, we made love as equals, though with two of our partners diminished... and I was quite sure they were loving it. Afterward, Kat dozed against me contentedly. I tried to sleep, but I was full of energy after days resting as a breast. It honestly felt great, even better than returning from time as clothing.
I waited a little longer to be sure Kat was asleep, then slipped out of the bed and fired up my computer for the first time in two weeks. There was a lot of email to skim through and mostly ignore, though I did reply to my family’s well-wishes for my anniversary, to say I was having a great time on my honeymooniversary.
There was an email from Siemens, reporting progress on this project and that, asking if I had any insights. I mulled the ideas for a while, enjoying the chance to think creatively without deadline or pressure. After writing up my thoughts, I went on to write about my experiences with the “permanent mode” of the absorption bands. I did a mental survey of my time as wobbly flesh, and found the mental degradation common to inanimate transformations didn’t happen, or at least not nearly so quickly. I also commented on how energetic I’d felt after being restored, and speculated on causes. My only concern was that it was... perhaps addictive. Hours later, I still wanted to dive back in. I’d felt that way about the sex toy, but this was much stronger.
Kat found me sitting there some time later, gaze distant as I considered their reply. He glanced over the email, and chuckled deeply. “They’ll pay you to stay as Angie’s boobs for months? Why are you hesitating?”
I turned to look at him. “It’s one thing to be stuck for a few days here and there. They want to test morphic degradation. It might be a one way trip.”
“You know it won’t be. And you do so like degradation,” he purred. “My happy little boob.”
I squirmed on the chair, and felt myself get wet. “I’ll do it if you make me.”
Kat purred softly into my ear. “You are putting your fate in my hands. I might decide I like you better as Angie’s breast. I could keep you like that.”
“Why?” I moaned.
Kat nuzzled at my neck, making me shudder. “Because you are a lovely, enormous boob. Angie loved you, despite fussing about the weight of porn star boobs. We looked into getting custom bras, but for two days the price was absurd. But if you’re staying...”
“Staying?” I felt light headed. Like I could barely breathe.
“Staying. You’re meant to be a boob. Soft. Warm. Unthinking.”
“But I like thinking,” I protested. “I’m good at it. It would be a shame to waste... Uhrr.” Kat was cupping my breasts and driving out thought for pleasure.
“Tell me to stop, and maybe I’ll agree.”
I moaned and put my hands over his, tried futilely to pull them away. “Don’t. I want...”
He held his hands in place for another grope, then pulled them free. He reached for my mouse, and scrolled down to my earlier reply. “This says otherwise. Says you want to go right back in and ‘never come out again’.”
“But my work,” I protested weakly.
Kat’s tone shifted from sultry to dry and factual. “You missed a side effect. When you were inside Angie, she could feel your minds. Janis let herself go after the first day. When she did, Angie felt smarter, almost as if she had a second brain. She could do your work. She’s pretty good at it already, and that was without Janis...”
“Are you serious?” I asked, breathless. Hopeful.
Kat nodded eagerly. “The world would not lose out on your genius if you stayed.”
I leaned forward, typed up a brief reply. Then sat there staring at the screen, shuddering at what I’d just committed to. “According to the rules,” I murmured softly.
Kat chuckled warmly. “Your job is safe, however long you stay.”
“Just... Just a couple months to start. Right?”
“Is that what you really want?”
“No. But...”
“Four months.”
“Three,” I countered.
“Done,” purred Kat. He dragged me off to the bedroom, and shrunk me small enough to fit in a boob. He then restored Janis, and shrunk her beside me. “Daisy has agreed to long term boobification. Are you willing to keep Angela symmetric?”
Janis squealed happily and hugged me tight. “Yes!”
Angela loved the plan the moment it was explained to her, though she did extract a promise for a properly fitting bra as soon as possible. Before any of us could change our minds, Janis had slipped into warm flesh once more. I watched avidly, then followed into Angie’s other breast, diving headfirst this time. A little shove of my kicking feet, then I felt the band rejoin and slip away. I was back where I belonged.
Time got slippery then. The next notable event was feeling the new bra holding me up, relieving a strain I’d become used to as my weight pulled against Angela’s chest. It was like slipping into a comfortable bed, and I felt myself slide away for a time into mindless bliss.
The next event was the first checkup. I’m not sure what they did to wake me for the checkup, but I felt alert and aware, and could hear their questions. It took a moment to realize that they were responding to their answers, and I asked how that was possible. They had a thought-to-text device that worked on inanimate objects, and were reading my responses off its screen. I asked if it would be possible to edit text files with it, and they mulled the idea. They promised they’d have it ready for the next checkup in a month. They also asked me to try to stay “aware” as long as I could, to help establish a baseline.
We borrowed one of their text devices for the next month, and Angela and I had many discussions through the days. Kat found a delivery job that kept him busy without tiring him overmuch, and seemed glad of the outlet for his energies. The nights were great fun, as Kat made sure to involve both of us breasts in his lovemaking. We were spectacular at tit-jobs, and he always praised us for it. Every time he did that, I felt myself slip a little, and if it wasn’t for the chances to text with Angela I would have slipped further each night.
The integration of the thought-writer with a text editor didn’t happen in time for the next checkup, though it was ready for the third. They were pleased with how stable my mind was, all things considered. I could feel I’d slowed down a little, and Angela had noticed a little boost from that, but they reassured us that should go away when we were restored. And since it had been three months, I asked to be changed back once we returned home.
Kat teased about not changing me back. And then suddenly, his voice grew very serious. “What do you mean it didn’t work?” They tried multiple times to change us back with the box, and failed. It worked fine to turn Kat’s arms into sleeves, which led to some distraction...
A little later, we discovered the box wouldn’t work on Angela at all. I had a suspicion about why, and got her to contact Janis’ uncle. He confirmed there was a safety on the box that prevented it from working on someone who was pregnant. A quick trip to the drugstore confirmed it. Given the vigorous amounts of sex Kat and Angela had been having, it was hardly surprising.
Kat fussed more than anyone. Despite all the talk and teasing, he very much missed being a dress. Angela promised to turn him into a maternity dress on the weekends. We went out shopping for a few special dresses, and then a lovely new dress settled around us and the bra.
Life didn’t change much after that. I was still a boob, and loving it. I also got a chance to catch up on my writing. Angela helped edit, as I couldn’t see what I’d written. After another month, and another checkup, I’d caught up writing about our adventures. Kat had settled in to the role of husband and father to be, with the occasional break as a dress. Once he heard that I was feeling a little adrift, he resumed his earlier teasing, doing his best to make me feel like I was a wonderful and special boob, so lovely, so warm, so special...
I am starting to believe him. I am a boob. When he does that hypnotic voice thing as he motorboats us, it’s getting harder and harder to...
I am boob. I am happy. Stay boob.
Warm...
PS: D hasn’t responded to the text-board in a week now. Didn’t even wake up for the checkup. She’s just a boob, and... the rush. Watching those last words... We should be able to change my lovely boobs back in a few more months, when the baby is born. I don’t think that’s what it wants. I still tell the boobs how special they are, mostly because it turns Angela on. Turns me on, too. It’s funny. When I started this adventure, I’d only hoped to get stuck as a dress. And now I’m keeping two lovely, special people stuck as boobs. – Kat
PPS: There is no way in hell I’m letting you keep them as my boobs once our child is born. – A