You would recognize that voice anywhere. After all, it had been shrieking obnoxiously at you for a significant chunk of the past couple weeks. “Joe? I know you’re there. I want my black heels back, they cost me a fortune,” your crazy ex-girlfriend, Valerie, called, pounding heavily from the other side of the door.
Still delirious, you barely even register that you’re speaking aloud. “Those? I burned them days ago,” you mumble, recalling the vindictive fit you’d thrown in response to her bashing the Xbox you’d left at her house with a baseball bat. “You WHAT?” She cried, throwing your unlocked door open, creaking on its hinges as it thudded against your apartment’s wall. “First you cheat on me, now this shi…” She trailed off as she suddenly sees you, still seated, nude but for your shirt, on your immense horse’s rump.
“What the HELL? You’re… you’re a freak,” she said, taking a step closer to you. You hear a crinkling sound, as you realize that she has stepped smack dab on the Change Glove’s instructions, which you had tossed carelessly on the floor when you’d returned home the previous night. She frowned, bending down to pick up the piece of paper. “It’s… it’s nothing,” you respond, kicking off your now ill-fitting pants and underwear from your ankles as you attempt to rise. Unsteadily, you stand, struggling to fight gravity in your mismatched body, your large, heavy rear pulling you off-balance. You flush as your uncovered dick bobs slightly, and you quickly cover it with your hands, trying to maintain your modesty.
You look back to your ex, realizing that there was no way she would believe your feeble lie. Her eyes darted rapidly back and forth between you and the piece of paper in her hands. “A Change Glove…” she murmured wondrously, eying the black latex that encapsulated your hand. “Could that really be real? I mean, it must be, with you looking like that,” she laughed, derisively.
“Val… please… help me,” you beg, watching her piteously. “Now why would I do that?” She responded, a malevolent glint in her eye. Your stomach sank. “After all you’ve done to me? I guess it’s appropriate… you always were a horse’s ass.” She smiled. “Always treating women like meat…”
A pit in your stomach, you feel the damned latex again shift away from your hand. No! What had she said to set it off this time? The latex crawled relentlessly towards your chest, a small piece breaking away from the primary clump to slither down your belly. Within moments, two twin lumps appeared on your chest, the black latex expanding outwards. “No!” You moan, as the latex begins to take on an unmistakable shape. You reach your hands up to grasp at the growing breasts, trying to push them futilely back into your chest. Alas, your efforts produce no effects, except to flood your body with horrifying, unwanted pleasure. You gasp at your new breasts’ sensitivity, watching, terrified, as they continued to swell insistently outwards, becoming soft and supple. The growth finally, mercifully, seems to stop, but not before your new breasts have reached a rather impressive size. You pant, hysterical, as the awful growths jiggle humiliatingly within the now snug confines of your shirt. They must be DD’s at least… you’d be admiring them if they were anywhere but on your own chest. They stretch your shirt to its limit in a line of achingly sexy cleavage, nearly bursting entirely from it. Your nipples have become huge and puffy, rubbing maddeningly against the inside of your cotton shirt, poking very noticeably through the fabric.
Overwhelmed, you try to peer past your humongous breasts to see what the other clump of latex is doing to your manhood, although deep down you already know. Unfortunately, you can’t see anything past your gargantuan, horribly feminine breasts. Whimpering softly, you push your heavy breasts aside, determined to get one last glimpse of your penis before it disappears. But you’re too late. You let loose a wail as you see the terribly feminine slit which has replaced your once proud cock, as you mourn the loss of your masculinity. You sob, letting your immense breasts bounce heavily back into place.
“Ha! Oh. My. God,” Val smirked, clearly delighted. “I didn’t even mean to do that! But I’m so glad I did.” You’re speechless, lost in despair and sorrow, barely able to believe what has just happened. As you stand there, the rage and fear at what Val has done to you begins to build. Upset, you lunge wildly at your ex-girlfriend, intending to hurt her for forcing this wretched change upon you. However, you slip, unused to your new center of gravity with your huge furry, horse rump and immense bouncing breasts pulling you off balance. You fall, cracking your head hard against the wooden floor. “Owww,” you murmur softly, your breasts quivering viciously as you lie still on the ground. “We are going to have so much fun together,” Valerie says ominously, as you fade slowly out of consciousness.