Suddenly Susan felt hot but not horny. A bunch of small sweat droplets started to form in to her forehead. Susan felt how sweaty her whole body had become. It felt as if the whole home office had turned into a sauna and the temperature kept raising to higher numbers. Susan looked at the laptop’s screen and imagined that the sudden abnormal feeling was caused by the punishment.
“Oof. The chair feel so slimy and- Oh my goodness gracious!” Susan shrieked when she felt the leathery chair rubbing the back of her skin through her clothes like a sand paper. Susan's back had gotten so wet and moist that her white office shirt became transparent. She looked at her home office space and saw that everything around her were transforming. Susan's home felt different as the curse changed it to fit her appropriate punishment. Objects and things she owned became larger. Susan was sure that it wasn’t only the room and things around her that were getting bigger but instead. It felt as if it was her who was getting smaller by every second. Susan felt multiple invisible hands touching and caressing her body. The sensation felt like someone had just grabbed her with two big arms and they were compressed her whole body like a clay doll.
Susan’s mature legs, torso and arms shrunk rapidly in size and at the same time Susan’s bust and both bottom cheeks started to enlarge like crazy. All the fat around her body was gathering themselves into her both spherical assets. The four fatty orbs swelled bigger in size. Susan office suit’s seams started to bend forwards. Her shirt couldn’t hold her frontal orbs at all and the first button popped like a balloon and flew like a missile on to the wall. The rest of the buttons popped out of their proper places like fireworks as Susan’s puppies jumped out of the white collar shirt and her bra broke and flung with a force on to the office table's desk.
The two growing fatty titties were now visible for Susan but instead of stopping their growth right there. They instead kept getting bigger.
“This has to be a crude joke! My- my- MY TITS! STOP! That's enough!” Susan screamed and jumped out of her office chair.
But something felt different. There was no floor beneath her feet.
“Aaa—aaaahhh! Oof!” Susan screamed again as her legs had become so short that they couldn’t reach the floor anymore but luckily her two gym ball sized air bags had softened her fall. It seemed that the growing had finally stopped and she stared in disbelief at her ridiculous sized fun bags.
Susan could barely lift herself from the floor and even then she had to hold her two tear shaped over grown pumpkins with her hands like two barrels filled with lard and fat. She could feel how soft her two boobs had become as she squeezed them with her fingers. They were soft as an overstuffed pillow or an overfilled waterbed. Susan got goosebumps and her blood run cold when she noticed how hard it was for her to lift herself from the floor. Susan grunted and winced loudly when it felt like a real struggle to make herself stand straight.
“Holy heck, these puppies are so heavy! Oof! Ngghh! Haa! Haa! There we go! Huaah! Haa!” Susan grunted to herself as she was able to lift herself from a laying position to a somewhat firm standing position by using the office desk as her aid.
Then she noticed another problem.
Her home office desk was larger than it should have been. Susan immediately knew that something was wrong and she next looked at the office chair from where which she fell from. It had also gotten bigger in size. Susan looked down but couldn’t see her feet as her breasts blocked her view. She was sure that she wasn’t kneeling or squatting. Susan was standing straight but even then it felt like as if every furniture in her home office were taller or larger than her.
“Mirror! I need to see myself from the mirror! Quickly!” Susan run to the full-body mirror that was in to her room while holding her two breasts with her hands.
She was finally able to see what the curse had done to her.
“Oh my god! I’m- I’m so short! I look like a dwarf or a gnome! And I’m so bulky! Or chunky, and- and- my chest, it’s way TOO big! And my ass cheeks and thighs. Oh my god. I look like a caked up goblin!” Susan panicked in front of the mirror. “Ugh. I can’t reach my nipples or crotch with my arms anymore. Huah. Are those things my legs? My massive milk dispensers are blocking my midriff's curves. I can't believe how massive my mega milkers are. They are so big and so wide. Like heck, I look like a pair of walking boobs with arms, legs and head coming out of them. This can’t be real. Someone, please, pinch my cheek. This has to be a bad dream.”
Susan stared at her new and upgraded breast size and wondered if anyone sold bras this big. They had grown so massive that Susan couldn’t tell which letter from the alphabet would keep them firm and hide them. She hadn't noticed how short she had become as the two chest pieces were hogging all of her attention.
“These two lard balls are going to ruin my life and… Oh shucks… I forgot I had my- UGH! My stiff friend that’s… Oh my gosh… Why did you become so active all of a su- UUUUU…. Sudden.” Susan shrieked as her cock pushed itself in between her mega milker sized breasts and went inside their small sweaty gap like an uninvited guest.
“I can’t believe my seven- no, eight inches? Aagghh. The eight inch meat popsicle is driving me nuts. I can’t reach it with my arms and it feel itchy. These two are too… my god… too large. I... need... to... masturba... te...” Susan winced as she tried her best to touch her stiff pool cue.
Susan got desperate. She grabbed both of her massive breasts. She intended to lift them upwards so she could touch her cock with her arms but instead she accidentally moved her breasts in such a motion that it rubbed her cock. The eight inch tall dick thought it was masturbation time and it sent a loving and orgasmic electric tingle straight up in Susan’s head and thus forcing Susan to push her tongue out in front of a mirror like a fool.
“OOF! HA! No~! I- I can’t~~! I look like a- AAAhhhhhh~~~! Wait a- Nngggnhhnn... Wait a mi---nnggghhh... What if I just do this instead.” Susan smiled to the mirror as she moaned and fucked her own cock with her two massive breasts.
She moved her breasts again and then once more and even thrice more until she got a steady rhythm going that satisfied her jolly female rod.
“Maybe, maybe. Maybe it’s not bad that I- AHHH~~! I'm so short and stacked! I’ve never... No! I've always wanted big honkers like this~~ Yeeeaaahhh…. I've dreamed every night how my beautiful body would be completed if I had tits so big that I could give myself an autotitfuck. My cock loves it when I rub it like this. Rub-rub-rub… What’s the harm… I can stop masturbating at any time... My massive breasts are sooo~ sooo-oooft and booo-ooouncy.” Susan moved both her hands in fast pace while her sweat covered cock sent more orgasmic sparks in to her brain.
Susan didn’t know what she was doing but then as she did it more she felt as if she knew the word for it.
“It’s paizuri. No. This is autopaizuri what I’m doing.” Susan said in front of the mirror to herself as if she was talking to someone else on the other side.
It felt normal for her to pleasure her cock with her swollen tits like this.
“Susan. Mmhmm, you naughty girl. For a three feet tall short-stack paizuri queen. You looking smoking hot! Annhngghhnn. Short stacked paizuri cock queennNNNGGhhhh. Mmhmm.. nnhnnnh… mmmm...” Susan moaned to herself.
Susan felt how her cock's ride was nearing her end. She was ready to ejaculate it’s sticky surprise out of her fun hole and coat her two marshmallows with her self made dipping sauce.
“Uuuooohhhhh! I think I’m- CoooOOOooOOOoooOOOo-ming!” Susan screamed in front of the mirror.
Susan's two balls churned and squeezed when all the semen gushed outside from her two globes on to the outside world. The masculine liquid exploded from Susan's cock's tip like a powerful geyser. Most of her sperm exited through the top gap of her breasts, but some of it’s contents stayed inside her orbs valley. Susan’s dick shriveled the moment it released all it’s contents. All of Susan’s womanly dick juices were all over her home office’s carpet, on the mirror, on the walls and some of her sperm was on her own face. Susan had painted her mirror like a modern art piece. The small wet sperm droplets dripped down from it's reflective surface like a water droplets from a window's glass on a rainy day.
Susan gasped for air like crazy as she looked at the mess she had just made. The sticky red carpet was going to be hard to clean but something told her that it was her maid’s head scratching problem as she had done this far too many time by now.
Susan, with the trembling and weak legs, took two more steps in front of her and gave a deep smooch to her reflection that left some of her lipstick on the surface. Susan smugly smiled at her own reflection. She pranced like a deer to her new, properly sized, maple office desk and office chair that was meant for her three feet short stacked body with humongous tits.