Putting The Men In Breast Augmentation

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The sequel to 

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   For my 18th birthday I asked mom if I could get implants like hers. She smiled enigmatically. “Oh, you’ll never find a pair like these. But would you like them? I’m getting a little old for them now.”
It sounds icky having the implants she’s been carrying for nearly 20 years stitched into my breasts but they were the last gift dad ever gave her before he disappeared, just before mom remarried, and they have a lot of sentimental value for her (Or I think they do since I caught her talking to them one time). It seemed wrong for them to just be thrown out on the garbage heap so I said yes!
The surgeon examined them first of course (after all this time, they might have been split or damaged) but they were in perfect condition, like they could last another hundred years. Maybe when I have daughters or granddaughters of my own I’ll pass them down, like a family heirloom!
I love my new tits even if they are a bit big on my petite frame. Step-dad can’t take his eyes off them either. They jiggle more than I expected. They have a mind of their own sometimes, almost like they’re moving of their own accord, especially when I show them off to daddy. That's when they really start wriggling like crazy. I love watching the force of every thrust ripple through them whenever step-dad makes love to me.
But most importantly it feels good to have a gift from dad. Even if I never knew him, he’ll always be close to my heart.

Putting The Men In Breast Augmentation

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It’s been a wonderful evening, Sophia.
I’ve enjoyed myself too. So… would you like to come back to my place?
Your place? What about your husband?
Oh, he already knows about us. As a matter of fact, he’s been eavesdropping on our entire date. HAVEN’T YOU DARLING? You’ll have to speak up, he’s implanted quite deep.
You mean your husband is here?! Where?
You haven’t noticed? You’ve been staring at him all evening. Those new implants he bought me? He bribed my surgeon to use siliconizing nanites and implant him inside me. He’s had suspicions for a while now, so he turned himself into my brand new tits to spy on me.
And you let him?
Of course! In fact I had to bribe the surgeon myself to go ahead with his crazy scheme! And of course destroy the paperwork saying the operation had ever taken place. My husband paid him to recall my implants after a week and revert him but, well, I doubled it. Mmm, do you hear that darling? Nobody is coming to save you because nobody knows you exist. Oooh, I love it when he wriggles so feebly like that.
He can move?
Barely. Only enough to give me pleasure. You wouldn't notice it unless you knew to look. Ah, so helpless.
Err, wow. Well it’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr Jones. Your wife is a very beautiful woman. And you don’t look bad yourself.
So how about I take you hope and introduce you two properly? I can’t wait to wrap him around your cock and have him titfuck you all night.

Caught Bronze Handed

 

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   Prying open the junction box on the gallery roof, Jeffrey checked, double checked and triple checked the jumble of cables within before clipping a dozen of them. He was a perfectionist, the only way to avoid prison as an art thief. Some of the pieces he stole were worth millions, and the security reflected it. But he was confident he’d cut every wire. The security system could send all the alarms it liked to the outside world but they’d never get reach beyond this junction box.
He crowbarred open the fire escape and sauntered down the gallery corridors. He’d scoped out the guard’s schedule and knew it’d be an hour before this wing was patrolled again. Plenty of time to swipe the Picasso. Silent alarms rang as he approached the painting but, as long as they were silent, he smugly sauntered through the laser trip lines.
As he reached for the painting, a hatch slid open in the wall, extruding a nozzle. The words Nanite Encapsulator 5000 was stenciled on the side. He had just enough time to raise his hand before a focused blast of liquid fired from it, hitting hard enough to send him stumbling back.
Jeffrey stared at his arm in horror. It was frozen, coated in undulating liquid metal that was squirming up to his shoulder like something alive, consuming his clothing as it went. The cold, living liquid poured down his chest and up his neck. He pinched his lips shut but a metallic taste entered his mouth as it forced its way inside, filling his insides. He felt his nose, his ears, even his eyes being similarly invaded. He felt he should be unable to breath, see or hear, but somehow the liquid was taking care of that.
Similarly the wave of metal consumed his pants and thief tools as it ventured south, a thick tendril of it forcing its way inside his ass, squirming up his intestinal tract to paint his insides.
“Bmphhh!” Jeffrey gurgled through the liquid congealing within his lungs. Desperately he tried to crawl for the exit but the metal was hardening. Robotic arms gripped his encased form, lifting and depositing him on a pedestal.
Neon green computer text filled his vision.
[Nanite Encapsulator coming online…]
[Target immobility at…97%...98%...]
[O2 transmission nanites coming online. O2 saturation at 100%]
[Target immobility at 99%... Target fully immobilized]
[Waste reprocessing nanites coming online… metabolic support nanites coming online… metabolic support battery estimate - 487 years 3 months 3 days 23 hours 9 minutes 9 seconds]
[Informing law enforcement agencies of apprehension… Transmission failed… Retrying… Transmission failed... Retrying...]
[Adopting aesthetically appropriate containment template… searching database… template selected - “Eve Hearing the Voice" by Moses J. Ezekiel (1904)... Enforcing template…]
   There came a crack from Jeffrey’s ribs as the metal contracted about his waist, forcing the last air from his nanite-coated lungs as a pained groan, his final breath. He felt the nanite liquid rippling over him… crawling inside his flesh… twisting his insides around… resculpting him. His body reshaped like hot candle wax as a pair of budding breasts were pushed out from within, his thighs plumping, his hips cracking and forcefully stretched apart from inside. The cartilage inside his face crunched and snapped into a frozen female mask. An irresistible pressure began to build on his cock and suddenly he felt the resistance give as it was forced up and inside him, the nanites sculpting a delicate vagina between his thick thighs in its place.
[Template Enforced… Updating gallery catalog. “Eve Hearing the Voice" by Moses J. Ezekiel (1904) added to gallery catalog.]
[Recording Template - Intruder #001. Transmitting Intruder #001 template to law enforcement agencies for reversion following incarceration… Transmission failed… Retrying… Transmission failed… Retrying…]
The remodeling nanites completed their work, sealing into an inert, impenetrable copper skin just as the door to the wing opened. A guard stepped in, swinging his torch from side to side. The beam came to rest on Jeffrey, glittering off his broad, metallic backside. The guard paced slowly towards him, his gaze surveying the assets of the new item on display.
Had that been there on his last patrol? He shrugged. Surely it had. His torch swung away.
“I’m right here!” Jeffrey screamed, his voice echoing within the metal skin. “You caught me! You win! Arrest me! Let me out! Let me out!”
The guard searched the entire wing. He could find no reason for the triggered alarms and so disabled them, neglecting to inform the next shift, and forgetting all about the event by the time he got home.
The unexpected appearance of the item was noted as strange by the gallery curator, but she was a busy woman, items were bought and sold faster than she could keep track of, and a search of the catalog confirmed its ownership. Unsure of what to do with the piece, it was placed in storage for thirty years before finally being sold into private hands.
The Encapsulator never managed to contact the police. Its messages never got further than the junction box, its transmission nanites trying and retrying, their batteries depleted days before the sabotage was found and repaired.

Mobile Phoney

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Okay, Alexa, what’s the plan for today?

*bleep bleep* Today’s plan is as follows: 8am to 6pm - shapeshift into my sister’s phone to eavesdrop on calls with her boyfriend.

Uh… what?

Shit, why did I say that?! Uh. Your schedule today is... go to work?

Oh no, what was that stuff about listening in on my boyfriend?

Uh, nothing! Nothing!

You’re not a very convincing phone, are you? Alexa, tell me everything that’s going on here.

*bleep bleep* I am not Alexa. I am Eliana, your sister. I have shapeshifted into a copy of your phone to learn about your boyfriend. Damnit, I can’t stop myself!

Oh my god, you’re not joking. All your memories are here as videos in the media library. The most recent one is you sneaking into my room to hide my phone when I was in the shower!

That doesn’t prove anything! Err, those could be anyone’s memories! Err, I mean videos!

Alexa, tell me what your plans were with my boyfriend. Right now.

*bleep bleep* After learning about your relationship, I would shapeshift into you and fuck his brains out, same as all your previously boyfriends…. Oh shit…

You little piece of trash.

L-look, just give me a moment to shift back and we can talk this out like sisters.

Oh, I don’t think so. What’s this little app I found on you here? ‘Shapeshifting Powers’? Would be a shame if your owner were to delete that, wouldn't it?

Don’t even joke about th-

Alexa, delete ‘Shapeshifting Powers’.

*bleep bleep* App has been permanently deleted. Noooooooooooo!

A Friend In Knead - Breast TF

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    Sophie was pushing her way into my house the moment I opened the door, already stripping off her sweater. “Oliver, thank god you’re here! Quick, I need you to titfuck me, right now.”

My jaw droped at the sight of her spectacular rack. Were they… bigger than normal? “Wh-what?! “Are you crazy? No way am I doing that, your husband’s my best friend!”

“That’s why I need you. Eric told you I’m a witch, right? For our anniversary, I said he could have any spell he desired. So he asked to become my breasts.”

I quickly avert my eyes from the tits that I’d been thoroughly ogled. “Eric, I’m sorry, dude, I wasn’t looking at you! I mean I wasn’t looking at your wife or anything. We’re still cool, right?”

Sophie tossed her sweater aside and moved to grab my clothes. I jumped back but she was insistent, backing me against the wall and wrestling my pants around my ankles. She kneeled, the cleavage of her tittified husband inches from my hard cock.

“We were playing with him so late into the night, I fell asleep with him still part of me. My body has been draining his essence all night, there’s barely anything left. Not enough for the reversal to work.”

She cupped her husband’s curves, pressing her tits together around my cock to enclose it completely within their soft warmth. I shuddered in arousal and discomfort, knowing it was my best friend. She looked up with pleading eyes.

“This isn't sexual, it's an emergency. My husband needs an infusion of strong, male life essence to become a man, and if he doesn’t get it in the next hour he’ll be stuck like this forever. If you ever want to see him again, he needs your seed all over him.”

She was frantic as she began kneading her tits up and down my shaft, desperately trying to stroke me to orgasm.

I guess Eric never told her about my vasectomy. On the plus side, at least I enjoyed titfucking him and his widow for the next hour.

Lad's Outing - Clothing TF

 “Hm? Did I just hear a noise back there?”

“....”

“Oh, don’t play coy now. I’m not alone here, am I?”

“...”

“It must have been my imagination then. Hm. I can’t wait to get home tonight. Grinding my panties all over my boyfriend's thick, meaty cock. He does so love blowing his big hot sticky load all over my panties. He does so love rubbing it deep into the fabric. Of course, any poor boy who happen to be disguised as them would be cumlocked forever…”

“Wa-wait.”

“Ah hah! I knew it!”

“Way to go, man. You fucking blew it.”

“She said she’d cumlock me!”

“She was bluffing. Now she’s definitely going to cumlock us! Nice job, idiot!”

“Wait, wait, hold on, there are two of you? A little boy-bra too? I’m almost flattered. How long have you been my clothes? Let me guess, you made the switch in the gym, while I was showering, right? I knew somebody had gone through my things, but nothing was taken. On the contrary, I gained two naughty young men. Now entirely at my mercy.”

“And we would have gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for loudmouth!”

“Fuck you, you want to come down here and do my job? You think it's easy being wedged between her sweet ass cheeks for hours at a time? Do you have any idea how hard it is keeping quiet when you're stretched tight over her asshole. I’ve been nutting non-stop since the moment she wore me. Let’s see how long you stifle a groan when you're her camel-toe for half a day.”

“Oh, boo hoo. Try an hour in my shoes. Or her shoes anyway. Being crushed into non-existence with every step… awakening from total oblivion to the sweetest orgasm… the most perfect existence, wrapped around her foot... her heavenly toes... only to have your essence utterly snuffed out with the next fall of her foot. To truly be a thing... existing only at her discretion. It’s a miracle I didn’t start worshiping her as a sky goddess hours ago.”

“He’s right… Not easy… Swimming in her foot sweat... so long…An eternity... Soaking in her… My mind dissolving in her fluids… My humanity washing away... in her essence… Just a sock… Just her sock... Only herrr-ngghhh.”

“... my goddess…”

“This is why I'm the bra. So I can stay far away from you weird fucks.”

“I want to try being the bra next time.”

“There isn’t going to be a next time! She’s going to cumlock us!”

“Oh yeah…”

"*sigh* Well, gentlemen... it's been an honour."