As I stand in the dimly lit room, prodding my engorged chest and shivering in the space between the start of the 'makeout' cubicles and the stairs, I hear someone approaching me from behind. Suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder, causing me to spin around and look up at the shy nerd. I'm not sure if it was from my new angle on the short young woman, now standing at least three inches shorter than her, or if it was due to the fact we were far closer than before but I'm able to make out a little bit more of her body beneath the baggy clothes. Underneath her oversized Dungeons and Dragons shirt appear to be a modest pair of B-Cups, accompanied by a narrow waist and an adorably slight set of hips.
"So..do you play...games?...WoW?" she mutters nervously, eye eyes darting between my own and the floor as she strains to maintain eye contact.
"I...uh...yeah I do, how about..." I replay, taken aback by the sudden line of questioning.
"So do I!" the girl chirps excitedly, cutting me off before I could finish my question. "You're a Horde player right? I mean...because of the shirt...not that I was looking at..." she stammers, shifting between extreme excitement and terrible shyness.
"Yeah, I play a..." I pause, unsure if what I say would even be accurate given all the changes. "Blood Elf Warrior"
"I play one too!" she exclaims giddily, blushing slightly as she begins to immediately correct herself. "A Blood Elf I mean, I don't play a warrior. I have a mage...oh and a priest. I'm working on an Orc Warlock for the bonus pet damage, but I'm not max level yet and..." she rambles, getting lost in her enthusiasm before pausing.
Her bottom lip quivers slightly as she takes a breath, steeling herself for something.
"I'm Sarah" she chokes out, her voice strained as she fights her nerves.
"I'm Jordan, nice to meet you properly Sarah" I say with a warm smile, trying to put the girl at ease.
"Properly? I...have we met before?" she asks, mildly confused.
"Yeah...well not really...I came over to introduce myself downstairs and..." I begin to explain, rubbing the back of my neck as I look away a little embarrassed.
"I...sorry but I think you must be thinking about someone else" Sarah says looking down at me from her slight vantage point. "I would have remembered talking to...um..." she continues, trailing off before she can complete her thought.
"Are you...nevermind" I mutter, realizing that one of my changes must have affected my interaction with her.
"So...um...some people on my floor are going to...to use the media room to play games and watch some movies" she squeaks, still impossibly nervous in this interaction. "Would you...um...I figured I'd see if you'd like to...join us"
"Oh...uh..." I stammer in response, staring up as Sarah's face turns as red as a tomato.
Before I can respond a shadow begins to fall over us as a set of loud footfalls approach from the stairs, the towering Latina Latina from downstairs soon looms over us and causes Sarah to jump with a start.
"Sup Shortstack" she pants, her skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. "Saw ya running off, and...well...I got some questions shortie" she continues, catching her breath as she marvels at her lovely tall form.
Her hands run over her skintight dress, smoothing out the shiny material over her slight curves. No matter how hard she tries to hide it a devious smile persists on her lips, her long tongue running along the black lipstick-painted pillows before she chews at them.
"Um...hi...I'm Sar..." Sarah begins to splutter out, her words catching in her throat as the giant woman turns to stare down at her.
"Hey there, do ya mind giving us some space?" the Latina states, narrowing her eyes as she glances between Sarah and myself. "I need to talk with the little guy".
Sarah inhales sharply, her eyes also moving between myself and the intruding stranger before she lets out a little sigh.
"Sure...I...I'll be in the media room with...uh...well if you want to find me I'll be there" she mutters before beginning to trudge off, glancing back at us.
"It was nice to meet you Sarah" I call out softly, not wanting to be too loud in the library.
The disappointment in her face quickly vanishes as I finish my sentence, the blush getting worse as her thin lips curl into a smile before she can escape up the stairs to the Rec Room.
"So..." the Latina says, cocking an eyebrow and leaning down in an effort to get to my new eye level. "How did flabby dude like yourself do all...this?" she whispers, keeping her voice hushed in the quiet library.
"Flabby? I'm not..." I murmur in shock, my eyes wide as I stare up at her.
"And what do you call these then?" she chirps, poking her finger into my pliant chest. "Looks like a serious case of man-boob to me".
My mouth falls open as she continues to poke and prod, a look of confusion forming on her furrowed brow. Suddenly, she removes her finger only to immediately grab one of my massive breasts. I yelp in surprise, exhaling sharply as a sudden pulse of pleasure ripples out from my chest as she massages it.
"These feel...they don't feel like...do you...like...take hormones or..." the Latina girl grumbles, struggling to work out why I had tits like these.
"They...they aren't mine" I hiss, swatting at her hand.
"What do you mean they aren't..." she quizzes me in response, pausing as she's hit by the realization of where they had come from.
"No way!" she shouts, her eyes going wide as she claps her hands over her mouth. "Fuck" she whispers softly, the sound of a chair moving deeper in the library cutting through the sudden silence. "You fucking stole those too shortstack?" she asks, keeping her voice low.
"I didn't mean to...I just..." I mutter, looking down at my chest as I mentally curse my stupid teenaged libido. "And stop calling me..."
"What? Shortstack?" she retorts, cutting me off as a smirk creeps across her lips. "It fits. You stole my height, without even asking me, so now you're a little shortie" she explains, playfully playing the victim. "And as far as I know you've always been...stacked" she continues, raising her eyebrows as she stares at my chest "I mean...you say you took them by accident, but I remember seeing you in at the party. You tried to talk to that dork right? I doubt she could even see your face past those things, though you could have also been kinda imposing Mr. Ex-Giant"
"What...no...that was before I...I did this" I mutter, my cheeks turning red as I remember how Sarah had reacted even now she had no memory of it.
"That ain't how I remember it" she says with a shrug, rolling her eyes a little. "So...what should I be callin' you then?" she asks, folding her arms over her modest chest.
"Jordan" I mutter meekly, overwhelmed by the situation.
"Lucy" she replies, looking down at me before glancing around the room. "Yo, are those rooms at the back free?" she asks, pointing behind me.
Spinning around I try to see the frosted glass of the study rooms, only being able to see the one directly opposite me thanks to the wall-like dividers around the room. Hopping a little in place in an effort to see the other rooms I wince in pain, feeling my heaving breasts tug at my chest and my thick nipples chaffing against my shirt.
A chuckle escapes from Lucy's lips as she watches me struggle with my new height and chest.
"Welcome to my world buddy" she chides, walking past me towards the closest room. Her hips sway generously as she confidently strides over to the frosted glass door, intentionally putting extra effort into the display as she revels in her new height and power.
I race after her as she struts off, clutching at my ample bust as I'm practically forced to run to keep up.
"He...hey...slow down" I hiss behind her, doing my best to keep up.
"Oh I'm never slowing down" Lucy practically moans, spinning around to look back at me as she walks backward. "No more running to keep up, I'm the one that sets the pace now" she coos, spinning back to return to her normal stride.
As we approach the closest set of frosted glass windows a very quiet moaning begins to become audible. We both freeze moments before opening the door, our eyes locked onto the blurry moving shapes beyond the glass.
My mouth falls open in shock as I listen to the shrill moans and deep grunts that barely manage to slip past the cheap soundproofing. Lucy on the other hand simply writhes a little in place, her eyes filled with a mixture of jealously and desire as she indulges in the spectacle.
"Next one maybe?" I mutter, walking towards the next room in the far corner.
I'm halfway there before I realize I'm on my own, no second set of footsteps following me. Suddenly I hear something, the stomping of boots rapidly approaching as Lucy easily overtakes me.
"Fine" she grunts, her voice a little shaky and a slight blush covering her rounded cheeks.
Thanks to her longer legs she easily reaches the second room before me, a grin forming on her lips as she opens the door and looks back at me. "Fuck sake, hurry up Shortstack" she chides, heading inside the semi-private room.
I grit my teeth as I enter the small study space, closing the door behind me as any ambient sound from the party below is well and truly cut out. My eyes land on Lucy as she sits on the long wooden table in the center of the room, her long legs dangling as she kicks playfully.
"It's not shortstack, stop calling me..." I fume, stomping into the room and taking a seat. I go to lean forward on the table, to rest my head against the cold surface, however before my head ever gets close my huge bust presses into the firm tabletop first. I let out a yelp of surprise, a shiver running down my spine as I squish the heavy sacs of fat against the table and am hit by just how cold the surface was.
Lurching backward as quickly as I can I feel my breasts jiggle beneath my shirt, my nipples now prominently on display thanks to the sudden cold.
Lucy can't help but let out a snorting laugh, obviously enjoying my discomfort far too much.
"So...when do we return to...well..." she asks, obviously unsure how to phrase the question.
"I...um..." I mutter, equally unsure how to answer. "I don't know...I already tried to get my height back and..." I explain, getting cut off as Lucy jumps to her feet.
"Wait! You already tried? And if didn't work!?" she says in shock, her eyes going wide. The look of shock rapidly dissipates as her lips curl into a huge smile. "Fucking awesome!" she shouts, shaking her hips as she stares down at her new self.
"No, not awesome" I grumble, trying to fold my arms over my chest but struggling with their placement thanks to my stolen bust. Eventually I simply give up, letting my arms lay on the armrests of my seat.
"Says you Shortie" Lucy chuckles, sitting back on the table and lifting up one of her legs. The long limb is surprisingly well defined, with a firm about of muscle visible between the calf-length leather boot and the hem of her dress reaching down to the mid-thigh. "All I hear is I get to be a super tall babe, and no one will notice anything wrong. Explain to me why that's not awesome?"
"Because I'm meant to be the tall one!" I shout, my heart hammering in my chest.
"And now you're the short one" she says with a shrug, spinning around and spreading her legs. A lewd expression builds on her face as she places her boots on my armrests, causing me to move my hands into my own lap.
My eyes dart down against my will, my arousal building as for a moment I manage to glimpse a small tuft of wiry black hair.
"So? What's the plan Mini-Man?" she coos, wriggling closer as she looms over me. "Going to steal someone else's height? Not that I care, so long as I get to keep being...like...this" she moans, her voice oozing with arousal at the thought of staying this way.
"I...I don't know..." I mutter, losing my train of thought as a bulge begins to form in my jeans. "Maybe...I don't know if I can...I mean we couldn't go back...so..." I whimper, looking away from Lucy as she stares down at me gleefully.
Her hand reaches out, her fingers slipping into my collar as she pulls my shirt towards her. For a moment I think she's trying my bring me closer to her, however, she lets go soon after as a huge laugh erupts from her.
"Fuck dude, those are some hairy tits" she howls in delight, tears forming in her eyes from how heavily she was laughing.
"Shut up!" I hiss, reaching up to clutch at my shirt in an attempt to keep some sort of modesty. "I know! It's...I'm a guy and..."
"You don't have to be" Lucy says with a grin, leaning down as she shows a surprising amount of flexibility. "I mean, right now those are just some hairy man-tits. But they could be...you could be..." Lucy continues, obviously getting into the thought.
"I can't just..." I respond before being promptly cut short.
"Take things? You already have" she says, moving her face inches from my own. "Face it, you ain't getting this back..." she chides, wriggling her hips and gesturing at her new tall body. "And you say those ain't yours either" she continues, moving a hand beneath one of my breasts and jiggling it to illustrate her point. "AND you say you can't swap that shit back. Sounds to me like you're stuck either being a little man with massive moobs, or making yourself something...new"
"New?" I whimper, struggling to keep up with the bombardment from Lucy.
"New, like a new you" she coos, leaning in further and further to whisper into my ear. "You should have seen me before moving here, my parents would kill me if they saw me...well...like this" she explains, pulling back as she nibbles at her lower lip.
Before I can formulate a response she quickly crosses her legs, glancing down at the tent which had formed in my jeans. "Looks like something stayed nice and big" she mutters, her eyes locking onto the bulge with great interest. "So look, I'm getting laid tonight" she states matter of factly, causing me to mentally stagger.
"You're..." I whisper, trying to see if I misheard her.
"You heard me. Laid! Fucked! Railed! Why do ya think I'm wearing nothing under this" she explains, a smirk forming on her lips. "Now, I want to thank you for...what you've done for me, but...well your messy 'I haven't been to SuperCuts yet this year' hairstyle is kinda a ladyboner killer. So here's the deal, I can take care of that for you" Lucy coos, pointing down at my crotch and making a jerking-off motion with her other hand. "Or...I saw rubbers in the vending machines upstairs. If you go get some AND a new hairstyle I may just want to go a little further" she explains, crossing and uncrossing her legs to reveal her glistening wet pussy lips.
"You...you want to..." I squeak, my confidence waning as she comes onto me.
"Have a good time? Yeah, I do" she chuckles. "I can't guarantee I'll like ya new do, but it'll be more attractive than...that" she explains, pointing at the mop of light brown hair dangling about my ears and shoulders. "Otherwise I can just give you a quick 'thank you' and head back down to find someone more...my speed so you can go spend time with little Ms. Elves and Orcs or whatever"
I stare up at her in disbelief, my mouth hanging open as she grins down at me playfully. Reaching down to me she takes a hold of my chin, pulling me in as she kisses me on the lips. Her tongue quickly and sloppily begins to explore my mouth, obviously lacking much experience in making out. I slowly begin to reciprocate, though I'm cut short as she pulls back with an excited grin.
"So Shortstack, what do ya say?"
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