The punishment fits the crime

OK Anthony, now that you’ve stopped
your little screaming fit, maybe you’ll let
me explain exactly what’s happening to you.

We’ve been watching you very closely,
Anthony. We know what you did to those
girls, even if the courts won’t do anything
because they’re too terrified to testify.

So in situations like that we step in to
ensure that justice is served. And we do
like to make the punishment fit the crime.

You’ve spent your life as a racist misogynist,
treating women with contempt. So what
better way of punishing you that to totally
turn your world view on its head.

So now you get to experience life on
the other side. Those massive boobs
are going to be very painful for you to
carry around – it will be interesting to
see how you cope with those.

Now, you have work to do, shall we
get started?

A massive problem

Michael frantically scoured the internet for any trace of the web chatroom he’d been
in last night. He wished he’d never mentioned the fact that he’d loved big boobs.
His own chest had been swelling up ever since, as well as other changes to his
body that were also very concerning. It was becoming difficult to do anything other
than lie on the sofa. The extreme weight of his massive breasts made it almost
impossible to stand up.
He had to find the people responsible if he wanted any chance of reversing the


Nice and Curvy

He’d fed the parameters into the
device himself. He’d put in the
details of his dream woman. He hated
all those skinny size zero models. He
preferred his girls to have a bit of
meat on their bones. He’d much
rather see a curvy girl than a half-
starved one.

And now the time had come to
test the device, he’d wanted the
same body for himself.

He felt a million dollars. This had
turned out even better than expected.

He couldn’t have been happier with
the results. His plump breasts spilled
out of the spaghetti strapped top he
was wearing. He legs still went
wobbly every time he caught a glimpse
of that killer cleavage and realised
it was now his. All his.

He looked in the mirror and smiled.

Destiny Rose


Adam groaned in pain as his
chest swelled even bigger.
They’d doubled in size in
the last half hour and showed
no sign of stopping. This was
impossible. Just what was
causing these changes?


Comparing Assets

What’s that? Who do I think has the
biggest breasts? Ah, bless, it’s so sweet
that you have both started to care
about things like that.

So who has the biggest? My cheating
bastard husband or my lazy waster
of a stepson? My darlings, I think your
breasts are both equally wonderfully
plump. Now if you are both good girls
I’ll see to it that they get even bigger.
Would you like that? You would? You
don’t know how pleased I am to hear
you say that. What good girls you are.

You’ve both turned out even better than
I could ever have expected. It’s been
worth every penny to turn you into a
couple of airheaded bimbos.

Now, it’s time for your evening webcam
show. Why don’t you show your eager
fans just how much you love each
others titties? Good girls, off you go.

Just desserts

My Gods Erik. You must have really pissed that witch off. It
was punishment enough that she turned us both into wenches
but at least I haven’t got to carry a pair of these around with
me all day. They’re magnificent. But you are going to suffer
terribly, and you’ll be fighting the men off with a stick. Just
what did you do to her daughter to deserve these?

Family Trait

Son, I know I should have told you this sooner. These changes often
happen to males in my family. I was hoping it had skipped a generation but,
well, it’s pretty obvious that hasn’t happened. You see, I wasn’t always
like this. I used to be a boy too, and then I changed. Just like you did.

And one other thing, one other family trait. Your breasts will grow quite a bit
bigger before they stop. At least as big as mine. You’re going to have to
prepare yourself for that.

Don’t cry, it’s not that bad. You’ll soon adjust to life as a girl. You’ll soon find
out just how much fun it can be. Just you wait…