A pair of light brown glasses sat neatly in the middle of the box. You carefully picked them up and looked at them, careful not to smudge the lens any during your inspection. It would be hard to really imagine anybody losing something so valuable to them, especially something so that they could see. Still, nobody was around and you always wondered how you would look with them. Sliding them on top of your nose, you adjusted them until they were eye level.
It all began with a strange feeling. A pressure built up in your chest, as of somebody was pushing down as hard as they could. Breathing was labored but still doable. As you struggled, the hair across your body would begin to slowly disappear into thin air, until the skin was as soft and smooth as a baby's. Finding the new hairless body quite the quandry, you felt something tickle the back of your neck and raised a hand to feel it. A wall of brown hair greeted it, but hadn't you just been to the barber recently? It didn't make any sense at all.
Down below, your fingers would begin to lose their mass and thickness. All blemishes and impurites vanished as they became soft and untouched by such things. These changes spread upwards, covering both arms as they shrunk in size and became a shade more pale. The pressure on your chest was building, now unable to be ignored. Once your shoulders shrank to a nice size, two mounds of bouncy, sensitive flesh exploded onto you chest. Looking down at them, you had breasts now! Cupping each, you gave a quick squeeze, a rush of pleasure filling you as you stifled a moan. It didn't stop there though. They would begin to grow larger and larger, spilling out of your hand as they pushed a D-cup. Down below, a familiar bulge in your pants yearned for attention.
Your head would come next, feeling as tiny prickles guided their way alongside your face. The boyish features softened, making way for that of a girl's, specifically of Asian descent. Your eyes shrunk down and widened a slight amount, eye color turning a dark brown. Your nose followed suit and turned cute. Lips plumpened to a nice size, clad in pink lipstick. Your hair grew fast, reaching your shoulder blades within seconds. In an effort to combat the changes, you tried taking off the glasses but to a new discovery. Just as you could feel your eyesight returning, your eyes glazed over, everything becoming fuzzy and out of focus. Sliding the glasses back on, clear vision returned to you though they would constantly being sliding back down every now and again.
The changes continued on, now making your waist wider and filling your legs out nicely just as a loud rip was heard. The last physical change, your feet, shrunk down as the last visage of your male self stood. The urge was far too great. You let go of your enormous breasts and began to tug on your manhood, letting out moans of excitement. This all felt like the best euphoria you had experienced in ages! Every stroke made your massive chest bounce, rippling along while you could feel it. It was so close. Your new hands felt so good at manipulating your swollen member, soon spurting out hot, thick ropes of your seed that lasted a while. After the 5th strand, you were spent, dropping down to your knees and watching as your manhood was slowly swallowed inside of you, taking the twins alongside it. Squirming at the sensations it brought, a fully functional female equivalent replaced it, but it was different.
This was on fire, like you hadn't even had that wonderful bliss just a moment ago. Or ever. You were desperate to be filled with something. Gripping the ground, a breast smacked you in the face to snap you out of your hazy mind. Having lost track of them, they must have been at least a J-cup by now, even more. Your breasts would rest on your stomach for a moment, soon feeling yourself being lifted up to your feet by some unknown force.
The shredded shirt that was in tattered ruined would disappear before you. Without even a thought to ponder it's disappearance, you felt something press against your swollen chest, looking down to see a bra struggling to contain it all. With one hand slowly teasing your womanhood and the other supporting your chest (these were heavy!) you hurried to the bathroom to see what had happened to you. Actually, it was more of a step before faceplanting onto the ground. These things had their own center of gravity, or what felt close to it. After making it there, your reflection caused you to freeze.
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A well endowed Asian girl looked into your eyes, maybe just about in her early twenties or so. She was dressed with only a bra and the rest of her nude, her massive chest being held with both hands while her womanhood ached for attention. A brief pain in her back came to attention, adjusting her posture to bring some minor relief but just barely. The more you stared, you less sense it made. But that wasn't the craziest thing to happen just yet.
Your bathroom appeared to be changing? It wasn't the greatest of explanations but things...just weren't. For one, you remembered only having one toilet and sink in here yet there would be multiple. The mirror had widened as sinks appeared in tandem, overhead lightening showcasing a clean and well kept area. You panicked, looking around as stalls would block out certain toilets from one another and even the room looked bigger. Flyers were on the wall showcasing some tidbits and reminders about hygiene, a university logo underneath them. It read, "ChingQong University" though in a language that certainly wasn't English.
With this new change in location, the top that was tattered on the ground would rise to your eye level again, the material changing to be that of a white blouse, custom-made to fit a girl of your proportions. It slide back onto you, each button a struggle as it did so itself. When it was finished, you looked as if you had been smuggling watermelons inside of it, your breasts struggling against the material. The pants you had on at one points reappeared on you, becoming a matching university skirt colored the school colors (burgundy, gold, and red) as well as black panties. Stockings and dress shoes followed suit as you now just looked like some school girl.
A sudden panic hit you, your mind feeling another presence inside of it. Gripping your head, you let out a whimper as your entire person changed. Hobbies such as videogames, movies, everything disappeared. In there place was something more fitting. Mathematics club, a love of reading both fiction and nonfiction and cooking filled the void. You fiddled with your glasses, feeling as the self confidence flooded out of you. Now it was almost impossible to speak that wasn't on the level of a soft murmur. Even yelling made you on the same level as any other person would normally. Insecurities grew, your breasts, your family, whatever everyone thought of you. This reinforced your already abysmal self image, making you look down at the ground out of shame.
Memories began to form and replace the one you had. You could think of an American man that seemed so familiar but not where or when that was. You were the daughter of a prostitute, ridiculed for it daily. It was only by a stroke of luck that your father, a wealthy businessman, had fought to take custody of you. Life was normal until that day in middle school when it began. Your chest grew and grew to embarrassing sizes, hitting a G-cup on your 15th birthday. School officials would punish you, girls made fun of you, guys wouldn't stop hitting on you or groping at certain times. You kept to yourself, eating lunch alone, spending study time alone, only going to class and covering up profusely.
You looked down at yourself again, your womanhood now unbearable. Blushing in shame, you snuck to a nearby stall and locked the door after making sure the bathroom was empty. Sliding your panties down, you assaulted to your moist flower with your hand, letting out cute whimpers and moans, sometimes even going "S-Sorry...Sorry..." To nobody in particular. Relief flooded you as your manicured fingers rubbed against the walls of inside of you. It didn't take much this time before you experienced your first female orgasm. After cleaning up thoroughly, you slid the panties up your legs and noticed a brown school bag with a student ID on the side reading, "Lei Ying". Yep, that was you, "The School Dumpster" known by the girls and "The Fuck Girl" by the boys.
After getting your bag, you walked out of the bathroom to find yourself in the hallways of some school. Memories made it easy to recognize this as your school. A freshman here, majoring in economics and a minor in mathematics, a rush of knowledge filled your brain as well as a little reminder you had run late for class! Hurrying down the hallways, your breasts swayed left to right, fueling the libido that had just been almost fully sated not even a minute ago.