Mrs. Myers Bra 1-6 - TG Caption

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Part 1
 I couldn't believe my next door neighbor left her door unlocked. As she drove off I jumped up from where I'd been catching some sun by the pool and slipping inside made my way to her bedroom. I'd spent enough time staring in the windows to know the layout of the home nearly as well as my own. A quick peak through her drawers and I found my prize. A rainbow of unmentionables was exposed as I wondered how one woman could possibly use so much lingerie.
   Mrs. Myers undeniably had the best and biggest breasts in our neighborhood and it showed in the huge empty cups of her brassieres. Grabbing a black selection I started to make my way out of the bedroom when my hand began to tingle. Trying to drop the bra I realized it was stuck fast. Using my other hand to pry it loose got both caught and warmth began to radiate up my arms. As the waves intensified my arms slimmed and shrank even as the skin turned paler and smooth. I stood transfixed as my arms, without conscious control, began to move on their own. Putting suddenly free hands through each strap I helplessly pulled the bra into place. Newly dexterous arms and hands reached back and my now long and manicured nails expertly fastened the triple clasp. Coming back to the front my hands cupped the empty satin and lace before pressing it firmly into my chest. Pleasure exploded through my torso focused on nipples that started to enlarge. Waves of heat made their way down my shrinking waist, past widening hips and a throbbing yet soft crotch, all the way to my toes as my legs reformed into a feminine ideal that would leave no doubt as to which sex they belonged. At the same time I could feel my neck tightening as soft dark hair fell before slightly larger eyes. I couldn't help but moan as my lips plumped into a full pout, then expanded further, a heartbeat of satisfaction pulsing in time with my now huge nipples. Finally back under my own control, I still couldn't help but reach back up and pinch each of them through the soft fabric. As I did so, the final changes began. Breasts, heavy and full forced themselves out, pressing into the soft cups even as they pushed together, creating a deep valley of cleavage. A pulsing, wet warmth from below let me know they weren't the only major change. As I looked up into the mirror I realized I had become a perfect copy of Mrs. Myers and, I realized something else. Mr. Myers was due home any minute... And with that thought the waves began to grow and I smiled.

Part 2

Sooner than expected the knob rattled and, smile lingering on my lips, I turned towards the door. I only had a brief moment to think how unlike myself I was acting before  the large form of Mrs. Myers’ husband strolled confidently into the room, and the man was truly something to behold. A former football player for.. some team I couldn't remember, he was large and solid, a wall of muscle built in youth and barely softened around the edges. Before, I had looked at him with respectful awe and more than a little fear considering how often I stared at his wife. Now, I was seeing him through different eyes. Coming to a stop within arms reach he absolutely loomed over me and strangely it was all I could do to not close the distance between us and press myself into him.
  'What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way?' I realized as he reached out and gently took my face in his huge hands that I was practically panting, drawing in deep breaths of him and causing my new body to respond in disturbingly exciting ways.
  "You’ve got it bad don't you baby girl?" his deep voice rumbled.
  I nodded without thought.
  "Then everything is working perfectly. Now, let’s make a few changes”
  Barely surfacing from my haze I wanted to ask what he meant when I was distracted by his hands moving to my hair and gently beginning to pull. He didn’t pull hard. It shouldn’t have felt like anything or maybe it should’ve hurt slightly but it definitely should not have felt so. damn. good. As my dark hair lengthened it seemed like every individual follicle was getting the worlds most amazing massage. I didn’t hold back the pleasurable growling that rose up from my throat.  Apparently satisfied with the length, the growing finally stopped and I noticed it had taken on a reddish, nearly purple hue. Finally, I was able to ask some semblance of a question.
  "Wha.. How? What are you doing to me?"
  Ignoring the question he instead cupped my breasts, lifting and squeezing them slightly. To my surprise (and even more extreme delight) they started to grow.  As I slipped back into a lustful haze I heard him say
  "I'm making you perfect Danny," causing my eyes to widen. "And you’re going to love every minute of it.”

Part 3

I had to stop this, had to get away from Mr. Myers and what he was doing to me, what he was making me feel. All I did was whimper slightly and press myself further into him. He’d let go of my breasts and as my face met the curve of his neck his hands reached around and trailed down my back. Goosebumps followed wherever rough fingers met too soft skin and I could feel the effects of his touch spreading throughout my still changing body.
  "Maybe a bit darker, you have the genetics for it now, not that it’s needed” he muttered to himself.
  I was in no state to pay attention. Since walking into this room I’d been on an emotional roller coaster that was somehow still rising and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when it peaked.
  I felt my skin tightening, plumping out while shading darker, giving me an even tan or maybe something more?  What had he said about genetics? And were my bra and panties changing color too? As I gathered strength to escape from the oddly comforting hold and the shockingly attractive scent radiating from his skin he surprised me by reaching down and grabbing my large, soft ass.
  "And there’s mom’s side of the family. To think, I did all that work to keep it small and now..." he trailed off and looked directly into my eyes. "I want it bigger."
  The energy dancing across my skin circled and concentrated on my hips, thighs, and butt. I could feel a tension building there that wasn’t unpleasant, but needed to be relieved. As his hands took a firm hold of each large cheek, he squeezed and released, squeezed and released, repeating the action again and again, and as he did so that tension flowed out and something better flowed in. My enlarged feminine backside filled with the kind of pleasurable ache that I used to get from... from my.. my penis?... Why..  was that hard to remember? This was deeper and more diffuse and each time his grip returned there was more for him to squeeze.  Finally releasing me completely, I felt my even more ridiculously enhanced ass bounce and jiggle as it fell into place sending tiny waves across wider hips and thicker thighs.
  Realizing that my husband, NO... that Mr. Myers had stepped back after letting go I looked up and froze at the expression on his face, dark and hungry.
  "You know, I think I’m going to like being male.” he.. (SHE?) growled.

Part 4

"You like being male?” I asked, looking the increasingly attractive man up and down. "What were you before?"
  He smirked and responded "I guess your minds not doing so well at the moment, bit of a horny fog? You’re not the only one that’s gone through changes today, pretty lady. Let’s just say my former husband is a worthless ass and leave it at that for now."
  I didn’t want to leave it at that but I had other things on my mind. A mind that was slowing further as my arousal increased. God he was beautiful. That sexy little smirk made me want to do very naughty things but was still so annoying. I squinted my eyes, I bet I could lick it off of him.
  "Gahhh! What am I thinking!" I cried, shoving my hands against his giant unmoving bulk. "Why are you doing this to me?!"
  Finally looking serious he replied, "Believe it or not, I’m not the one doing this to you. At least, I didn’t set it in motion. And I’m just as stuck as you are now so why not enjoy it. To put it another way wife," he said,  wrapping his big protective arms around my tiny waist, "I'm not letting you go."
  I was so much smaller than him, his chin naturally resting on the top of my head. Snuggling closer, I could feel my softly rounded belly pressing against something that was not soft, and distinctly male.
  "And you don’t really want me to, do you?" With that he turned to the side, taking my hand and gently placing it on his growing bulge. I felt a hot rush and everything else faded to the background. Biting my pouty lip I gave him a small squeeze and felt his groan resonate with something deep inside. Ohhh, I liked that, so I did it again. I begin to gently trace along the underside with my long fingernail, from the bottom all the way to the tip  trying to force its way out of his waistband. My poor man! He needed me! With a quick motion, I pulled at his light pants, and watched transfixed as the focus of my desire came into view. Oh damn, I was one lucky woman.

Part 5

‘Beautiful’
  That was the thought that echoed through my mind. My husband was a large man, in every way. Reaching out, I barely wrapped my tiny hand around him and gave a single stroke. He didn’t groan. No, this time, he growled. Looking up, the ravenous look was back, if it ever left. Intention poured from him in his heat, in his scent. He was an avalanche ready to break free and yet, he held back. Why? Seeing the question in my eyes, he answered, nearly choking to get the words out.
  “We’re almost there. Neither of us is really in control, but what little choice we have left, is yours.”
  For a moment my head cleared and I remembered the small boring life of who I had been. I looked down at my feminine body and took in the changes I’d gone through. At least, what I could see past the  incredibly enhanced chest and nipples straining to burst through my bra.  I thought ahead about what future lay before us and I remembered what it felt like to be held by the stranger that…  no not a stranger, by my husband, by the man that I… I made my decision.
  “I want you.” I breathed out.
  Strong arms swept me up, my soft curves molding to hard muscle and flat planes. Heat boiling in my abdomen, I melted, liquefied, muscles relaxed and loosened. Setting me gently on the bed like the most precious gift, he hovered above and explored me with his eyes, but I was done waiting. In a move as natural as breathing my smooth dusky thighs flowed open capturing his gaze, and I invited him in.

Part 6

Taking my petite foot in his hands, he started at the toes, nibbling, sucking each into his hot mouth. Moving on with caresses to smooth calves, he alternated from one leg to the other. No area was left unexplored. With each pass I grew more desperate. Moving on to my greatly expanded thighs, his rough tongue inflaming silken skin, he came closer until finally he gazed into the core of me. I was utterly exposed, ready and soaking. I watched nostrils flare as he took my scent, the animal fully in control. Desperate, my hips began a rhythmic rise and fall, rise and fall, drawing him ever closer. And just as I thought he was about to attack, he slowed, laying the gentlest of kisses to either side of my mound before diving in. I cried out as he pierced my flesh in a way no man could ever know, and he drank deep. In every way he let me know that I was the object of all his desires, his oasis after a life spent in the desert.  Finally, he broke away, and quickly rising took one swollen nipple into his mouth and continued to feed both his need and mine. I was past all sense of rationality. In a guttural voice free from any inhibition I demanded of my man, "FUCK ME!" and he gave in to what we both craved. He stood, huge and hard, yanking me to the edge of the bed and I welcomed him home. We joined utterly, husband and wife. I could feel him deeper than anything I had conceived, and he didn’t stop. Face red, teeth gritted, he gave himself fully to the beast and I gave myself to him. We rose, screaming our passion, climbing always higher until finally, together, we reached the zenith. He flooded me, far too much to contain, his explosion mixing with my own.
  After, as we lay together, he wrapped me in his arms. My soft, spent flesh molded closer than two simple separate beings could ever be. He gently hugged the breasts that would one day feed our children, perhaps sooner than I knew, and for now, I was complete.