Chapter 4
The room spun. Became silent. His body quaked in random spurts now, all aftershocks from the orgasm. He shakily pulled himself up from his knees--head down, eyes closed, hair falling around his face like curtains. He struggled, doing his best to balance the weight between his new hanging breasts, thick ass, and wide hips. Finally he found a precarious footing. He pulled himself to the mirror. He was stunned. Drunk. Aglow. He looked. In the dimness a form stood--she was a head shorter than the man that had been in the mirror minutes ago. He saw her curves, rolling in every direction. She was beautiful. He could make out the form of his nipples sitting thick and proud on her perky breasts.
"How?" He grabbed a breast. "Why?"
His new pussy glistened in the dim light, framed beneath the generous round flesh of his ass. There was a wetness between his legs. A fullness. He tensed the muscles within. His swollen lips pushed apart with a gurgle and his cum dribbled out of him, falling unceremoniously to the floor in a splat. His thin, sculpted eyebrows arched in a wince of pleasure. He tensed the muscles again. This time more. It poured hot from his aroused folds. He kept pushing, shapely legs straddling a growing puddle--the last of his sperm. Expelled. Millions remained within. Swimming. Searching. Finally he felt empty. Then he immediately regretted it. It felt good to be full. Or did it? Dropping a hand to his smooth mound, he pressed two fingers inside of him. He shook, still sensitive after orgasm. He pulled them out. Full. Empty. Each felt good in its own way--that is, as long as his pussy could expect both.
He fingered himself again. "Oh god." Eyes and mouth opened wide. "What have I done?" That voice. High. Girly. The fingers within explored the walls of his pussy, pressing what he realized was his G spot. Another pained look of longing crossed his face. "Oh fuck." He pulled his fingers out and his wet pussy lips closed behind them.
"How could this happen?" the woman in the mirror whispered.
The necklace! Kneeling to the floor, his hand searched until his long nails clicked on metal. There it was. "This must be some kind of Chinese magic trick?"
He looked down over his round tits and felt helpless and small--for good reason, the Chinese shop owner would now be a full two inches taller than him. He wanted revenge. He stomped a dainty foot down and his plump ass bounced in agreement. He had to go back and confront the store owner.
Back to square one. No one would be getting any tonight.
Buzz. A glow of light from the table. He reached for the phone. It was like watching a movie. A woman's hand. Feminine. Smooth skin. Thin wrist and thinner fingers. Long sexy nails. All features were delicate. Reaching. The woman's hand clutched the phone and turned it so he could read the hurried text.
come home somethg vry wrong
The typing icon appeared. She was typing. A buzz.
help
Sam was in trouble!
Nick scrambled for his clothes, nearly tearing the pocket off his jeans to find his keys before rushing out of the room naked, phone and necklace in hand. A pile of men's clothes remained behind in the nursing room. He bounded down the hall through the occasional triangle of emergency light dotting the corporate hallways of his office towards the main lobby. His new boobs bounced in every direction, pulling at his back and nearly slapping him in the chin, but his thighs were strong.
A series of security cameras coldly documented the escape, recording every bouncing curve of his body into ones and zeros. (In a week it would be watched over and over again on slow motion by the security guard in his office. In two weeks it would be posted on the internet.) The marble tiles of the lobby proved a momentary oasis for Nick's dainty new feet between the itchy conformity of industrial-strength carpet and the hard black asphalt of the parking lot. He pressed the unlock button on his keys and swung the door of his SUV open, leaping to the driver's seat.
His panic was interrupted. There was a problem. He sat perplexed for a moment. There was a problem. The steering wheel was higher, and--Nick looked down--his little legs couldn't reach the gas.
"DAMN CHINESE GIFTSHOPS! UGHHHH!" He sent a flurry of tiny fists into the steering wheel like a collegiate girl having a tantrum in her daddy's truck.
He wrapped the necklace around the rear view mirror, pushed the keys in the ignition, and turned the truck on in a roar before adjusting the seat to his new proportions. He switched the seat button upwards several times, each slight adjustment causing him to bounce on the pillow of his new booty, then forward until the soft pads of his feet reached the pedals. He looked in the rearview mirror. Two sultry eyes with long lashes gazed back. There was no time. He reached for his seat belt by habit and pulled it in front of him.
A new problem. His tits. They were big and in the way. He pouted. This wasn't comfortable. He threw the belt back in a huff, brushed his long hair from his eyes, checked the mirrors, and slammed the car into drive. A dainty foot jammed the accelerator and the SUV jumped the curb, tearing through a flowerbed and directly onto the main road.
The tiny naked woman navigated the boat of an SUV through the dark streets of town. He was lucking out, the lights were green and not many people were on the road.
Just kidding.
The light ahead turned yellow then red. "Damn it all!" Dainty foot jammed break. He came to a stop and drummed his little hands on the steering wheel. "Cmon cmon cmon."
A truck pulled up next to him. He sunk down, trying to hide his new body.
"Well, hey there, sexy!" came a muffled redneck voice. Nick sunk lower, rolling his eyes.
"You want some of THIS tonight, baby." Nick peered over. The redneck was grabbing at his crotch. His friend, the driver, was laughing at the shenanigans.
"Pigs." the girl whispered. She looked back to the light in anger and finally decided this was no place for a lady. "Fuck this!" A dainty foot jammed accelerator and Nick was off through the red light. The engine vibrated the whole car, through the leather seat, into his ass. He bit his lip and smiled. There was something nice about driving as a woman.
In a few miles he swung the steering wheel hard to the left, steering the SUV into his neighborhood, bouncing hard over the speed bumps, and straight into his driveway. He grabbed the necklace and bounded to the front door and unlocked it. He was so worried about his wife, he had momentarily forgotten the state of his body.
A wet patch remained on the leather seat of the SUV.
