"Ah well, I guess I can deal with a little booty in exchange for this setup." Aaron thought.
For some reason this inspection made him feel horny again, and considering the fact that Seth wouldn't be home for a few hours, he decided to relieve himself again, only to be surprised again by his shrinking penis. Afterwards, he promptly feel asleep, his body obviously exhausted from making so much new tissue.
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A ringing phone awoke Aaron a couple hours later, and he bounced up to grab it. It was Seth, calling from work.
"Hello?" said Aaron, not expecting his voice to sound so squeaky.
"Uh, hey, Aaron?" said a doubting Seth.
"Yeah dude, it's me."
"Oh ok, you sound different or something, maybe it's the connection, anyway, I've got to stay overtime and I just wanted to let you know not to be concerned about me."
"Oh, thanks honey, I appreciate it, I would've been worried sick," said Aaron, sarcastically
"Oh shut up, I'm just trying to be nice. See you in a few hours."
"Bye Sweethea..." Aaron mocked, as Seth hung up on him
As Aaron hung up, he again caught himself in the mirror. His chest was still pretty swollen, it was even visible through his tight old band t-shirt. It almost looked like.
"No, it couldn't be," he said, lifting up his shirt "Oh god. It is. They ARE!"
Yep, boobs. Not anything to make a fuss over (well unless they had sprouted on you over the course of a few hours, then you might feel a bit peeved). No bigger than an A cup and topped with some small nipples, about the size of a pencil eraser, and delicately textured when erect (which these sure were). Tentatively he reached up his (smaller and more delicate hand) to touch and affirm their realness. Sure enough, as soon as he made contact, he felt as if he just stuck his hand in an electrical socket. A small moan escaped his lips.
"Jesus, did I just moan? What is happening to me??"
Scanning the documentation again, he said some preliminary swelling would occur during the initial transfer, especially for large amounts of data. This was considered normal and would subside in a few days. He organized the last set of files for upload and was hit with a new message: "Initial data tissue is firmly established. Rapid growth tissue may now be applied. Time to complete upload of the remainder of the library: 1 hour"
Aaron hit enter, giving the computer the go ahead to transfer. Now over half of his library would be transferred in less than an hour, certainly less than the half day it took for the rest of the files. Aaron hoped that this new rapid tissue growth wouldn't give him any more strange side effects, although he was curious about what was happening to him. The earlier encounter with his "breasts" had again made him yearn for a way to pass the time while the transfer finished. With difficulty, he removed his shorts. His ass had almost outgrown them. It was nice and firm, but big and round as well. As he tugged his pants all the way off, he gasped.
His dick was barely visible.
Shocked, he again turned to the internet to search for any of the side effects he was experiencing. He found that his side effects were truly uncommon, and that he should abandon the system as soon as possible. He clicked over to the transfer application, and tried to hit cancel, but the program balked at him and said that stopping mid transfer would be very dangerous, and removing the cable could cause even more problems and data/tissue corruption.
He reached up again to massage his eyes and beating headache, and collided with one of his new breasts, which was now much bigger than it had been even a few minutes ago. It was now a very full A, and rounding on a B cup.
Realizing that he was beaten, he decided to lay back and watch the changes as they slowly transformed him, fearful of what worse things would befall him if he tried to stop the transfer. He watched his chest slowly rise and fall with his breathing, and thought he noticed his shirt covered breasts slowly swelling bigger and bigger with each breath. They seemed to grow at an almost imperceptible rate, much like letting ones feet get covered with sand as they let waves wash over them: You couldn't say when you were in up to your ankles, but they gradually got that way anyway.
About halfway through the transfer he was at a solid C cup. He reached up to touch them in astonishment, and was pleasantly surprised at how firm, yet soft and yielding they were. He squeezed his new tits through his t-shirt and moaned loudly. They were incredibly sensitive. Gone were his concerns of a few moments ago, his arousal had overtaken him, he now had just one goal. Using his free hand, he reached down to grab his cock, and was greeted with a hairless mound. His penis was gone, replaced with some smooth, almost alien surface. He rubbed the fleshy mound gently and was rewarded with a great amount of pleasure. He stroked it gently, first with the soft pads of his fingers, then with the tips of his nails. He was incredibly horny, and couldn't quite get the relief he needed.
Frustrated, he switched back to feeling up his now quite ample set of tits. He reached up under his t-shirt, and felt their doughy weight in his hand. They were certainly a small D cup by now, and a good 20 minutes remained on the transfer. He continued to gaze in wonder as they slowly inflated in his hand. He spread his hand on them and rested it still for a few minutes so he could feel the pressure build behind his hand. After a bit of this, it was almost hard to slip his hand out from between his growing boobs, and his overtaxed t-shirt. He'd take it off if it wasn't for the damn cable, but he had a feeling it might take itself off in a few minutes especially if this growth continued.
Again, he reached down to his smooth mound and almost passed out from the pleasure. Over the past few minutes, the mound had transformed into a very wet, and very eager pair of pussy lips, and an incredibly sensitive clit. He began to rub himself, and discovered what naturally felt the best. He was amazed as the sensation. His whole body was tingling much stronger than before. The transfer was only a minute away, and he was furiously trying to bring himself off as his breasts continued to swell.
"Ungh!! Bigger! BIGGER! I neeeed this" Aaron commanded his swelling rack, now bigger than a ripe cantaloupe, but still squashed under his poor t-shirt and gravity's cruel pull.
He worked his aching pussy faster and faster, chasing an almost unachievable and unimaginably pleasurable moment. Working one, then two then three finger inside himself, he continued at a feverish pace. His soft, feminine face was contorting, mouth agape, anticipating the point of no return. Just as the computer dinged: "Transfer complete!" He cried out:
"OH GOD...YESS YESSS...OH MY GOD I'M COMING...MMMGH...OH JESUS THIS IS AMAZING...YESSS."
He exploded in a glorious climax and felt an enormous amount of energy course through his entire being. It was the most wonderful orgasm he had ever experienced, and the first as a woman.
After he took a few minutes to collect himself, he worked himself forward on his bed and leaned over, the full weight of his tits now apparent to him. He stood up and unplugged the interfacing cable, and walked over to his closet mirror. His jaw dropped. In the mirror was a gorgeous indie girl with no underwear, amazing legs, a perfect pussy, a round full ass, flat tummy and a faded t-shirt that didn't look long for this world. He slowly pulled the t-shirt over his head, and was hit again by another wave of pleasure. As he drew it over his head he noted the soft, textured pull of the fabric against his erect nipples. As the shirt pulled off of his tits, he felt their weight undulate slowly on his delicate chest. As he brought the shirt off of his eyes, he gazed at himself, or I guess, she gazed at herself in the mirror. She had a perfect, soft face, framed by a short, pixie haircut.
