attribute theft, inanimate tf, body part tf, breast expansion, mind alteration/reality alteration

Brittney walked into the apartment to see an unusual sight: Anna standing idly in the living room before 5PM.

“Did the office burn down? You’re usually never home before me,” Brittney said while taking off her shoes.

“My superiors like the Property Swapper, but I won’t be done with it for a while. They want something marketable and simple that they can start mass-producing immediately,” Anna said.

“Cool story! You didn’t answer my question, though. Why are you home early?” Brittney asked, shoeless.

“I need a willing participant who likes using magitech, but who isn’t familiar with this device I made earlier today,” Anna said, brandishing what looked like a small, metallic alien ray gun.

“I can’t spend tonight immobilized or absorbed or otherwise out of commission, Anna. I have a date,” Brittney said with a sigh.

“Oh, that should be fine! I wasn’t going to use this on you. I want you to use this on me!” Anna said, excitedly holding out the sleek ray-gun-looking-thing.

Brittney walked over and nonchalantly took the ray gun from Anna’s hands.

“What does it do?” Brittney asked.

“I can’t tell you exactly what it does, since the point of this test is to see how intuitive the device is for new users,” Anna said. “But I can tell you to think about something you admire about me-”

“Boobs,” Brittney interrupted.

“Right, like my-”

Zap!

Anna didn’t get to finish her sentence as the red and yellow beam from the ray-gun engulfed her. After the light dissipated, a small gold ring was all that remained where Anna once stood. Brittney reached down and picked it up. The outside of the ring was plain and featureless, but the words “Anna’s Boobs” swirled along the inside of the ring like a high-fantasy news-ticker. With her hip cocked to one side and the ray gun nestled in the crook of her elbow, Brittney slid the ring onto her pinky finger. It magically resized to fit and glowed briefly before Brittney’s chest expanded.

Brittney placed the gun down on the couch as the magic worked its magic. Brittney’s A-Cups grew and grew until they reached the extremely voluminous size of Anna’s E-Cups. As was typical of Anna’s inventions, Brittney’s polo shirt from work magically resized to fit Brittney’s freshly grown, Anna-sized endowments. There was only an under-shirt in the way, since Brittney usually skipped the bra. Brittney unbuttoned the remaining top buttons and peeked down her shirt. “Awesome,” Brittney mumbled to herself, pulling her top layers over her head while walking back to the mirror near the front door.

The giant boobs Brittney saw in the mirror looked like they had grown that way naturally. By way of various toys Brittney tested from Anna’s work, Brittney was used to having big breasts.  Brittney had been Anna’s breasts before, but Brittney had never specifically had Anna’s big breasts. They felt a bit different than the E-cups Brittney had ‘worn’ in the past. Jigglier, more spread out, more natural. Brittney prodded her areolae.  Not as sensitive as she was used to. Brittney then tweaked her new nipples and shivered. Those were definitely more sensitive than she was used to.

Brittney cupped both of her Anna-boobs and sighed. She needed to get ready for her date. Brittney took off the Anna-ring. Brittney’s boobs sank back into her chest while she walked back over to the ray gun.

Without putting any clothes back on, Brittney dropped the ring onto the floor and fired.

Zap!

Anna was back.

“I turned you into boobs,” Brittney said.

“Yeah! I mean, sort of. You actually turned me into a ring that gave you my boobs,” Anna said, modestly gesturing at her own chest.

“Are you aware when you’re just a boob-ring?” Brittney asked.

“It’s called a ‘trait-ring’. That device is called the ‘Traiter’, since it turns people into a wearable version of whatever trait you are thinking about when you pull the trigger.”

“Cool story! You didn’t-”

“-Didn’t answer your question, right,” Anna continued, “I had very dim senses when I wasn’t being used, but I could still think clearly about stuff. Once I was worn, I could still sense stuff, but all I could focus on was my boobs. Your hands felt nice, by the way,” Anna said, blushing.

“If we’re lucky, it will be someone else’s hands on our boobs tonight. Does the ‘Traiter’ rewrite reality so that my date will think I’ve always had huge boobs?” Brittney asked.

“My boobs aren’t huge, they’re just above average! And since this is a test to see how intuitive the Traiter is, I’m not allowed to answer that. Oh, but maybe you could-”

Zap!

Brittney rolled her eyes and picked up Anna again. This time, the text inside the ring read “Anna’s Knowledge” as it slowly scrolled by.

Brittney put the Anna-ring on and thought hard about the Traiter. After a brief detour through Anna’s memories of being fondled a moment ago, Brittney found the answer she was looking for: This version of the device altered reality. The mass-produced version would not alter reality as a safety precaution, but Anna needed this one to stay hush-hush before it was released to the public.

Brittney took Anna off, dropped her onto the floor, and fired again.

Zap!

Anna reappeared. Before she could say anything, Brittney handed her the Traiter.

“Looks like we’ll both get to have fun tonight,” Brittney said, “I’ll go shower and get dressed so we can both look our best for my date.”

“You ruined my test!” Anna said.

“Yes, but it was for a good cause. Besides, after borrowing your brain, I know exactly how much ‘my boobs’ are looking forward to my date tonight,” Brittney said, placing her hands on Anna’s chest.

Anna’s eyes went wide and her cheeks went red. Brittney giggled and walked off to prepare, leaving Anna in a state of surprise. Once Brittney had turned the corner, though, Anna’s resolve returned. She still needed to field-test her new device on someone that had no knowledge of how it worked.

After two hours, Brittney returned to the living room wearing a black slip and strappy black high heels.

“Alright, boobs. Ready to go?” Brittney asked.

“Hey, Brittney! Wow, you look great,” said a voice that Brittney did not expect. Heather was standing in the middle of the apartment. Magical, trait stealing, ring-transforming ray-gun in hand.

“Heather? When did you get here?” Brittney asked.

“About an hour ago,” Heather answered, “Anna wanted me to come over and help her out with work stuff and I was free,” Heather said.

“Hi, Brittney,” Anna waved from the couch, “I already told Heather all about your big plans for the final test of the Traiter this evening and how you were getting ready for it,” Anna said with a devious smile.

“Final test? You mean how you’re going to just be boobs for my date, right?” Brittney asked with a tinge of fear creeping into her voice. She could almost feel a bead of sweat forming at the thought of what might happen next. Heather was pointing the Traiter directly at Brittney, finger on the trigger.

“Wow, I thought Anna was kidding when she told me your plan!” Heather said with a huge smile on her face. “Yes! Anna is going to be boobs for your date! Here, let me get her.”

Heather turned towards Anna on the couch and let loose with the Traiter.

Zap!

Brittney breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Anna shrink down into the couch. Brittney smiled knowingly as Heather fished the Anna-boobs ring out of the couch. Of course Anna wouldn’t change the plan. After poking around in Anna’s head earlier today, Brittney knew better than anyone how much Anna wanted to be Brittney’s boobs tonight.

“I don’t know anything about the date you’re going on, but I can’t wait to go on it. You always find such cute guys. Thank you so much!”

“Oh, are you getting in on the action tonight, too? I had no idea,” Brittney said distractedly. Brittney looked down and adjusted the straps on her dress a bit to prepare them for the Anna-sized boobs they would soon be holding up.

Brittney didn’t notice Heather putting on the ring Anna had been turned into.

“Haha, it will be hard for me to not get in on the action with your plan. This magic ray gun will make it really easy, too, if this works the way Anna says it will,” Heather replied.

Brittney idly checked her phone while smirking. Of course Heather would want Brittney to turn her into something. Heather loved being inanimate. This would be like deluxe inanimation. But what trait should Brittney turn Heather into? Brittney racked her brain for what she wanted from Heather. Heather’s height? No, then Brittney would be taller than her date. Maybe just Heather’s legs? That should be just enough height to be exactly as tall as her date if she swapped out of her high heels and into her flats. And then she’d be able to try some fun new positions in the evening if everything worked out.

“Are you ready?” Heather asked.

“I am!” Brittney replied, putting her phone away.

Brittney looked up just in time to see Heather pointing the Traiter at her. Heather’s boobs looked awfully big. Was that a ring on her finger?

“Oh” was all Brittney could think before the red and yellow beam filled her vision.

Zap!

Heather shuffled over and scooped up the ring from where Brittney was standing a moment before. The magical, scrolling engraving on the inside of the ring read “Brittney’s Date”.

Heather slipped the Brittney-ring on next to her Anna-ring. Instantly, her clothes changed to the black slip and strappy black heels Brittney had been wearing moments before, but sized up for Heather’s taller and curvier body. The black slip barely contained the E-cups Heather was borrowing from Anna. Heather carefully made her way over to a mirror and stared in awe at how gorgeous she looked. Curious about the strange texture she was feeling down below, Heather lifted up the bottom of Brittney’s dress. Heather was now wearing some very expensive lingerie that had been resized to her tall, feminine frame.

“Wow, Brittney! I haven’t gone on a date in months. Thank you so much for this!  I was skeptical when Anna told me about your plan to help me get some action, but seeing how you went out of your way to dress up in your fanciest lingerie? You are the nicest friend. I’m sure we’ll absolutely slay at our date tonight. I mean, haha, sorry, ‘Brittney’s Date’ tonight.”

Brittney’s mind was in many places. She was clothes. She was thoughts. She was a time and address where she planned to meet Steve. She was excitement? She was lust. She was Heather. Wait, she was Heather? Or maybe Heather was her. Heather couldn’t go on Brittney’s date if Heather wasn’t Brittney, right?

“What do you say we skip getting a seat and take this back to my place?” Brittney said.

Wait, no, Heather said that. Brittney really wanted to say that, though.

“Mmm, I could think of a few places I’d like to sit, little man,” Brittney said.

No, Heather said that. Brittney definitely wouldn’t say that. Brittney was shorter than Steve. But Heather is taller than Steve and Heather was Brittney. Brittney is taller than Steve?

Brittney was anticipation. Brittney was goosebumps. Brittney was undressing. Brittney was naked. Brittney was loving every second of this don’t stop please don’t-

Zap!

Brittney was on the couch. The room was dark. Brittney felt groggy, despite being an object for the past several hours. Heather was standing in front of her, Traiter in hand.

“Brittney, you have absolutely made my year. Thank you so much,” Heather said and hugged Brittney.

Brittney was still collecting herself. Heather smelled like sex. Brittney was naked? Heather took off Brittney’s clothes earlier, so now Brittney was naked. That made sense…

Heather grabbed Brittney’s hand and slipped something on her finger. A ring? Brittney’s boobs grew. Brittney looked down. Anna’s boobs were on her chest again. Puffy nipples.

“I know you did all of this for me and I am so thankful, but Steve is ready for round two and I know just the person who should be in charge for it,” Heather said, “And after spending the night on your date, I’m pretty sure I know exactly what I can do to help make this night as perfect for you as it was for me.”

Heather pointed the Traiter at herself and pulled the trigger.

Zap!

The Traiter fell into Brittney’s lap and a ring was on the floor in front of her. Brittney picked up the ring and read its inscription.

“Heather’s Legs.”

Brittney thought long and hard.

Who was Heather?

Brittney was fully aware that some weird reality-alteration magic had just occurred, but would need Anna’s help to fix it. Right, Anna had helped this “Heather’s Legs” ring steal Brittney’s date. Not sure of what else to do, Brittney put on the ring. Brittney’s legs became toned as they lengthened. Figuring out who “Heather” was and what the rest of her body looked like would have to wait. Brittney was still extremely horny and these new “Heather Legs” would be great for trying out some new positions on Steve.

“Thanks, legs,” Brittney said, caressing her thigh, “I hope you know what you are doing, because you are going to be extremely sore tomorrow.”

Brittney stood up and walked to her bedroom, putting extra effort into swinging her hips.