Veronica was tired of her job, tired of running around, and just generally tired. She needed free time, she needed a day out not needing to get anything down. The first thing that came to mind was shopping, or at least perusing around the mall until she saw something that intrigued her. She put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a red band shirt, the logo of which faded, but Veronica would never dream of getting rid of it. She grabbed her black denim jacket, covered in patches and pins, and was headed out the door when her curiosity called out to her again. Veronica was passing the dresser, and atop it sat the box of magical items that have been transforming her and Jesse as of late. The last time I transformed in public I was a blueberry. Veronica dug around the box with just her finger, trying to seem very laid back about choosing what sexual spell would be cast on her today. As she felt the edge of a ring hit the tip of her finger, she felt an intense tingling between her legs. Woah, Veronica thought to herself. She carefully lifted the ring out with her finger and thumb. Is this the same ring that Jesse wore when he fucked me as a cow? Veronica looked at the ring as if it would somehow not be exactly the same ring that gave Jesse a massive cock. “Moo-- I mean, maybe not today.” Veronica slapped the ring on the wood of the dresser, and grabbed her keys on the way out the door.
After perusing around the mall, avoiding large crowds and pushy salespeople, Veronica came upon one of her favorite non-goth non-nerd oriented clothing stores. If she wasn’t wearing a shirt with a band logo, or referencing a video game series or comic book character, she liked dressing herself in “cool clothes”. Or at least that’s how she referred to the style. Most of the time, it was leather jackets, or denim jackets that she would later adorn with pins and patches. But today, jeans were the goal. She kept tugging at the waist of her faded blue jeans, now ill fitting and a little worn. Veronica saw a pair of black jeans that called out to her, and she grabbed them and set out to the dressing room.
Veronica was struggling with a stubborn pant leg, wrapped around her ankle and refusing to unfurl. Hopping on one leg, she finally yanked it off. But she lost her balance and started to fall, but caught herself on the bench in her dressing room, knocking over her purse, the contents of which spilled out all over the floor. With a frustrated huff she got down on all fours and scooped everything back into her purse, in nothing but her shirt, underwear, and socks. As she refilled her purse, she heard a metallic scrape on the floor as she swiped another pile of knick knacks over to her. She leaned over, peering into the pile and saw...Jesse’s ring. The same ring that sends him into a sex crazed frenzy and makes his cock grow exponentially, not to mention enabling him to cum so much it makes Veronica look 9 months pregnant with octuplets. And also not to mention that anytime she drinks his cum, her breasts grow. Even when I’m a blueberry…or a cow. But how did it end up in my purse? Veronica thought, but shrugged and held it in a closed fist, examining the floor of her dressing cubicle to make sure she had picked up everything. She set her purse down back on the bench and made sure to lean it up against the wall, and placed the ring down next to it with a heavy knock. As she turned to try her new pants on, she could feel the urge to put the ring on. Not that the ring was literally calling out to her, but good ol’ fashioned temptation had set in and she was excruciatingly curious what would happen were she to wear the ring: Would she get stronger? Would she crave Jesse’s cock? She wondered if maybe her pussy would get bigger somehow, or more sensitive, or more— “Fuck it!” Veronica slipped the ring on her finger, and…nothing happened. She admired the glint of the black metal in the light, and could swear it did make her feel…powerful. That feeling made her feel confident. Is this how Jesse feels?? Veronica watched herself in the mirror, still nothing. Then she felt an intense tingling started in her clit, intensifying with each passing second, her pussy began to practically throb. She could swear she was going to climax at any moment, but she just kept teetering on the edge. She grabbed her pussy over her underwear, feeling it throbbing into her hand, and could swear it was swelling up. She looked down, lifting her hand, and saw a large bulge forming, filling the crotch of her underwear. It began sliding it’s way across to the left. Her bulge twitching and...growing. “Oh….muh muh my god.” Veronica stuttered, opening her hands to see in the mirror, she could make out the shape of—
A cock.
“I have a penis, a dick... I...” Veronica stammered to herself as her cock was cramped in her underwear. These aren’t really meant for this! She thought, quickly lifting her underwear, clearing an exit for the head of her dick. She could see it twitching, the head slick and shiny, and the shaft pink and throbbing as it grew, easily 7 inches and a wide girth. Veronica reached down to examine it. It was already hard, and barely had any give to it as she squeezed it, but the head was firm and still squishy like a marshmallow. The more she inspected her dick, the more questions came to mind. What would it look like flaccid? Would women or men crave her girl-cock? Where did her clit go? If someone drinks her cum, will they grow too? Why did it have to feel so good? Did she have—
She threw her hands over the expanding bulge, gripping it through her underwear. The head of her cock peeking out from under it, too long to stay hidden. She knew this feeling, but at the same time it felt different. She was going to cum!! Veronica was trying to stifle the flow of cum. But it was no use, the cum had already soaked through and started to fill her hands, seeping out from between her fingers. Hot, white cum trickling down her leg… Veronica’s cock buzzing with intensity. Veronica gave in, removing her hands and letting her cock spray cum, forming a gooey puddle on the floor. Red in the face and somehow still standing, Veronica saw herself in the mirror. She was flushed and sweating, shaking from the orgasm, her cock bouncing as she bucked. She tried to wipe her hands off, tried to look presentable.
The only way she saw a way out of this was to either dirty her blue jeans with cum and wear the new pants out, or treat the new black jeans like a cum rag and abandon them here.
Veronica tapped her foot frantically trying to decide what to do.
She had made up her mind, and exited the dressing room with the cum covered floor, wearing her new jeans out. Veronica’s faded blue jeans were wadded up in a ball and soaked with the cum she wiped from her hands and thigh. She tried keeping a brave face as she walked to the front counter, she wasn’t about to steal --calling attention to her-- and these pants looked too good on her. The way they tapered down her leg really accentuated her figure. Not to mention her now flaccid cock was still visible underneath the denim, and she now knew she was a grower, not a shower. She was a little amazed at the fact she could still see it though, but then started to worry if anyone else could, and switched her purse to her left shoulder, shielding her dick from view.
A very bubbly employee greeted her, setting down her yogurt snack, and covering her mouth as she swallowed. “Hi, how are you today?” She had dark brown hair tied into a bun, and gorgeous brown skin, her eyes were like little sunbursts. Her name tag read “Laila”, and she was wearing a red work polo and khaki pants.
“Um, I’m uh…wearing these out. If that’s okay.” Veronica muttered as she gestured to her legs, the pants hugging her hips.
“Oh of course that’s fine! I’ll just need the tags!”
Veronica’s eyes grew wide with terror as she remembered that she had completely forgotten to remove the tags first. “Oh, right! Hold on.” She fondled around the waist and felt the plastic pinned through in the back of the waistband, but the tags were tucked inside. She hesitantly shoved her right hand into the back of her pants, trying to avoid eye contact with Laila, who was cheerily looking around the store, trying to give Veronica some visual privacy. Veronica could feel her fingers wrap around the tags as she ripped them out fervently, handing them over to Laila in crumpled strips.
“And uh…I just need to get the wand for the magnet tag. One sec!” Laila turned and opened and shut a few drawers, turning her back to Laila and bending down lower, looking for the wand.
Veronica’s jaw dropped, Laila’s black lace underwear was sticking out from her pants. Veronica couldn’t stop staring, Laila continuing to stay bent over at the waist as she switched her stance, her hips swaying in the air. Veronica bit her lip, taking in the size of the ass that was absolutely stuffed into those khaki pants. Veronica felt her cheeks flush, but then started to worry as she felt a twitch in her jeans. She looked behind her, no one in line. No one else was in the store, either. That was…lucky.
“Found it!” Laila spun around, waving a little rectangle with a small handle. She started to walk around the counter to Veronica, and saw Veronica clutching the pair of old jeans. “I’ll just need to wave it over the tag, should be pinned to the waist! Oh! Would you like a bag for your old jeans?”
“Oh!! Oh no no, it’s fine!” Veronica grew nervous as she pulled her cum stained jeans closer to her.
Laila held her hands out, trying to reassure Veronica. “Oh it’s totally fine, really!”
Veronica tried to keep the jeans as balled up as she could, reluctantly handing them over to Laila. Laila happily took them and walked back around, leaning down and reaching under the counter to grab a bag. Veronica felt entranced by Laila, noticing her figure. Laila was shorter than Veronica, probably only five feet tall, and she wasn’t just thick but thicc. Veronica felt time slow as Laila tugged at the bag full of bags, her breasts squishing together under her shirt, close together in her bra. Veronica stared, her eyelids drooping, hypnotized instantly by Laila’s thickness. It looked like she was stuffed into her clothes in general. Not just her fat ass, but her…everything! Veronica snapped out of it as Laila handed her the bag with blue jeans inside.
“Here you go!” Laila smiled at Veronica genuinely.
“Th— thank you.” Laila shyly took the bag from her, and then noticed a glob of something white on Laila’s finger…at the same time Laila did.
“Hm? Oh!” Laila immediately shoved her finger in her mouth, sucking it off. “Just some leftover yogurt!” But just as she said that, her eyes fluttered and she stumbled.
“Are you okay??” Veronica ran around the counter and stood behind Laila, ready to catch her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just felt really dizzy out of nowhere. I— What?” Laila stood up and stared at her chest, watching her shirt push out, her tits filling her bra. “What is going on??”
Veronica watched in horror, backing up slowly. Laila’s shirt was struggling now, the buttons of her polo straining, and then—
POP!
POP!
POP!
One by one, each button on Laila’s polo flying through the air.
“Holy shit! What? I don’t…what is happening?” Laila looked at Veronica, nervous and scared, staring at Laila as her tits started to push up and out from her polo, the tops of her tits overflowing and still growing.
Veronica felt another twitch in her pants, and felt herself getting hard watching Laila grow. “Im— I’m so sorry.” Veronica was struggling to hide her massive erection hidden underneath her purse.
Laila could see Veronica messing with her purse. “What…what do you have?” She said, feeling dizzy again, holding her head. “Did you—“
“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” Veronica exclaimed, still thankful no one else had entered the store still.
Laila stumbled towards Veronica, the weight of her tits throwing her off balance and making her fall against Veronica, pushing her against the wall. “What…what’s happening to me?” She looked up into Veronica’s face.
“I’m sorry, I—“ Veronica saw Laila’s lips pursing together. Laila was in heat. Veronica felt guilty and tried to think of how to explain it, but couldn’t find the words. She pushed against Laila and moved her purse aside.
Laila’s eyes grew wide, easily able to make out the steel hard cock bulging under Veronica’s jeans. Her arms fell limply to her sides. “You— you’re so big.” She was breathing so heavily it was as if she was panting, and she started to lick her lips. She took a step forward, but froze. Laila looked down at her shirt and clutched her now JJ cup sized tits. They were huge and full, wobbling in her hands, and still growing. Laila grunted in pain, her bra squeezing her from all sides, straining to hold her tits in.
SNAP!!
Laila sighed with relief, her shirt exploding open and bra falling off of her as her breasts dropped slightly. They may have been the size of volleyballs now but they slightly sagged from the weight.
Veronica couldn’t help but stare directly at Laila’s beautiful tits, her areolae were dark brown and her nipples had grown larger too.
Laila stood there, shy and a little scared, caressing her massive tits. “Are these, are these permanent?”
Veronica was still staring as Laila’s breasts heaved with her frantic breathing. “No uh...they should go back down in—“ Veronica felt pain as her cock was so hard it ached, and no longer had room in her pants. “Ah!! I’m sorry! I need to—“ Veronica dropped her purse and bag, turning her back to Laila.
Laila could hear a zipper and her mouth was watering, licking her lips with anticipation. Her juicy lips glistening as she muttered “Show me. Show me…please.”
Veronica looked over her shoulder at Laila, slowly approaching her. Veronica turned and was holding her cock with both hands, it was easily 10 inches now. She could see what she felt was a familiar look in Laila’s eyes, the hunger. Veronica waved her dick side to side, and Laila followed it with her eyes.
Laila looked back up at Veronica. “Oh my god...it’s so big. You’re so big...”
Veronica winced, her cock twitched in her hands as she gripped it tightly.
Laila wiped her lips, uncontrollably drooling. “I want to suck your big girl-cock. May I?”
Veronica stood in silence, temptation filling her. “Yes.”
Laila dropped down to her knees. She took Veronica’s large member into her hand and ducked under it, seeing it was longer than her face. Her mouth open with amazement, she let Veronica’s penis rest on her face, then pushed out her lips, growling through her teeth and purring with desperation, bouncing Veronica’s girl-cock on her lips. Grabbing Veronica’s cock with both hands and beginning to suck and lick the head. As she licked the pre-cum from the tip, her lips began to plump up, swelling more and more until they made a perfect “O” shape. Her lips were swollen and glistening, and she shoved the head into her mouth, slathering it with spit, moaning as she slurped and sucked.
Veronica had never felt oral sex like this before, it was incredible. She watched Laila’s head bob up and down as she slid Veronica’s cock down her throat.
Laila popped Veronica’s cock out from between her lips, spit coating her lips and dribbling down her chin. “I want to use my tits.” She said very matter of factly.
Veronica simply nodded.
Laila heaved her breasts and rested them against Veronica. Veronica’s cock poked out from between the fat mounds, glistening with Laila’s spit. “I want…more.” Laila said, her voice dropping and her eyelids drooping. She dropped her head with her open mouth back down onto Veronica’s dick, clamping her lips down around the shaft.
Veronica could feel it coming. She could feel the heat rising, and the buzzing in her cock. She grabbed Laila’s left breast and mashed it against her right one, and with her free hand took Laila by the back of her head and pushed down, shoving her cock deeper down Laila’s throat. Veronica started to buck as she came, flooding Laila’s mouth.
Laila gagged, cum shooting from her nose. Veronica took her hands off and started to pull out, not wanting to choke this relative stranger with her throbbing cock, but Laila grabbed Veronica by her hips and kept swallowing, gulping Veronica’s sticky load, mouthful after mouthful. Laila’s tits started to grow again. Not only that, but her belly started to push out, filling with Veronica’s cum. “Mmmmmm!!! Mmmmm!!” Laila moaned with ecstasy, grabbing her stomach and feeling it pushing against her hands, getting taut as she was filled with cum.
Veronica felt the throbbing pulse in her cock slow, she tried to pull her long cock out of Laila’s mouth. The warmth of Laila’s wet mouth radiating from Veronica’s shaft.
Laila reached up and grabbed Veronica’s cock, keeping her mouth open as she wrung Veronica’s cock, milking her. She stuck out her tongue hungrily as Veronica bucked, cum shooting out of her again.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The last of the cum dripped from Veronica’s cock, Laila catching it on her tongue. Laila laughed, ecstatic. “Mmmm, that was delicious!!” Laila sat back against the counter, cradling her tits and patting her belly. “I feel so…full.” She smiled and looked up at Veronica. “Thank you!” Her lips were glazed with cum, not only that but her face was covered in it. Veronica didn’t actually aim much on those last three loads, her tits. Laila pushed and rubbed her tits together, now about the size of ripe watermelons, watching them glisten with cum. It’s like she was transfixed, unable to stop worshipping her own breasts, her belly, and Veronica’s cock. Laila lovingly rubbed her belly, looking 8 months pregnant.
“You’re um…you’re welcome.” Veronica took her cock and shoved back in her pants, stuffing it down. She grabbed her bags and started for the exit.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Veronica spun around, panicking, feeling around for the chunk of plastic that had seemed to mock this whole situation. The magnet tag was still on her pants. She didn’t want to go back for Laila to help her, knowing it would just result in another romp, she quickly began sprinting across the mall for the nearest exit.
Later, Laila’s employee walked in, seeing an empty store and an empty register. He walked around to find Laila dreamily rubbing her breasts, which rested on her massive cum filled belly, playing with them and watching them move, giggling, her belly jiggling as she laughed. “What happened to you??”
Laila looked up, and smiled with her eyes half open. “I’m…. she was so big. Her girl-cock filled me with cum and my tits and belly grew.”
“Who did what?”