Lost Book - TgStory

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“I lost it dude” you whisper to your friend at the back of Mr. Hasting’s class, the old sack of bones droning on about World War II while you have lost the most important artifact in this known reality “What do you mean you lost it dude!” you signal Liam to quiet down as he, quite reasonably tweaks out, why reasonably? Because you managed to lose the reality note, you know, the book you’ve been using to literally bend reality for the past days? It was not really your fault, you know it could happen to anyone but… yeah there’s no but, you messed up, you couldn’t even get in a week of fun with the thing before you fumbled it “How did you even lose it dude?” if looks could kill you’d certainly be six feet under from how angry Liam looked right now, you certainly regret cluing him in on the note, not because he did anything but because if he hadn't known you’d only feel like and idiot, not be called out on it too.

“Look man, I was studying in the library and I…I sort of left it on the table I was using so I could go eat lunch…” you mutter on that last part hoping he does not hear you, too embarrassed at your mistake “...let’s go check the lost and found after class, someone probably took it there” he looks at you dumbfounded “Dude did you use the thing to make yourself dumb? The freaking book tells you how it works the moment you grab it! Whoever grabbed it is probably already writing stuff in it!” he yells at you loud enough to finally grasp your teacher’s attention “That’s enough you two in the back, quiet down or-agh!” a loud cough escapes the old man’s used up larynx “As I was saying, quiet down you cuties, or I’ll take you for some personal detention with me~” huh?, did you hear that right? You turn to look around, see if anyone else heard what Mr. Hasting said, to your surprise not a single soul in that classroom reacted, only Liam seemed taken back by weirdness of his words…oh no.

You gaze back at Mr. Hasting, your suspicions slowly confirming themselves as you notice him pause mid-reading, his hand coming up to feel his face as if he’s experiencing a some sort of discomfort, only to find nothing. He doesn’t notice, but you do, you clearly see how his facial features are shifting around, softening his jaw and shrinking his nose into a more delicate face, the bags under his eyes disappear, replaced by smooth skin that has clearly been taken care of through his years. You see him bite his lips as they too change, plumping up with tissue into a lovely shape as they seal his mouth behind two red, glossy pillows, even his eye shape starts to change becoming a bit rounder as his eyelashes lengthen to a clearly prosthetic length. By the time his change is done, you could confuse Mr. Hasting for a drag queen instead of a teacher if you hadn’t seen him change in front of your very eyes, you turn to Liam, only to find him as bewitched and bewildered by your teacher’s transformation as you are. Liam’s face thankfully confirms to you that you are not crazy, not very thankfully, it also confirms that someone is messing with the reality note. You see while testing the book you two found out a funny fact, whoever has touched the reality note previously is very aware of any changes made afterwards with the book, unless the current user knows off the previous wielders and states otherwise, so it's quite the frightening and relieving fact that only the two of you are able to notice how his hair is rapidly growing from his scalp, waves of platinum blonde flowing around his shoulders as they themselves begin to slim down, his thorax seems to cave a bit as it changes into a slimmer shape, you don’t have a good vision of what’s going on under her torso since his desk is blocking your view of it, but if you’d have to guess then it would compliment her now slim upper body in a lovely way.

 “Mmmmm~” Mr, or you’d guess she goes by Mrs. Hasting now, lets out a satisfied purr as her hands shoot out to her chest, tracing around her pectorals as two curves begin to protrude out against her white shirt, what you assume is her boobs continuously inflating as if someone was pumping them out with air, the two apple sized masses stretching out her shirt as gaps begin to form between the poor shirt’s buttons before POP you hear as a button goes flying against the classroom wall, barely missing the eye of a student POP goes another one as her melons begin to form a substantial cleavage under the cloth’s surrendering buttons “Ooooomh~” Mrs. Hasting lets out a low moan as another button gives way, finally making space for her now massive tits as they hang on her slender form. You are about to peel your eyes from her when you notice her shirt shimmering, its shape flickering in and out of this world before it settles on a green dress that hugs her form, the clothing piece displaying the whole size of her boobs for the world to see, nearly mocking the respectable professor that she once was “So, as I was saying class World War II was a pivotal moment in the world’s history” Once your former teacher stops changing, she just flips the page on her book as if nothing happened, jiggling her mouth watering cleavage around as she reads out another passage for the class, a technique that surely works wonders on grabbing the listener’s attention judging by how many guys have their eyes on her, well on two jiggling parts of her.

“Liam we need to get out of here and look for whoever has the book” you whisper to Liam, snapping him out of his daze as he too appreciated every little skin ripple he could find in Mrs. Hasting’s cleavage “Okay dude what do we do?” you give him a confident look, a plan already formulated in your mind “Follow my lead dude” you suddenly shoot up from your seat, a hand between your legs as you intentionally wiggle in place “Mrs. Hasting? I need to use the bathroom” you plead for her to let you out and for whoever is using the reality note to be distracted by the absolute gorgeous pair of tits he willed into existence “Of course dear, don’t take too long now~” she lets you go in her now sweet sexy voice, and you waste no time in bolting out, waiting outside the door until Liam barges out himself “Okay dude now what?” that is a very good question “Look whoever has that thing must at the very least be in our class since targeting the old fart is a very specific use of the book” he nods as you two start pacing around the school hallways “So…we have about 25 potential culprits?” you nod back this time as you grab your chin while thinking it over, well you would be thinking if your jeans didn’t feel so tight all of a sudden. You discretely send out one of your hands to trace around your legs, wouldn’t want Liam to get the wrong idea of what you are doing. Your hand glides over your thick thighs, seems about right. It subtly cups and slaps your fat ass, yeah, nothing wrong with that.

It comes up to your thin waist, yup still there, what is wrong with you? It comes down again searching for a culprit, aha! You adjust your tight jeans, must’ve been that stupid uniform, how did they even allow jeans so tight that they are basically showing your whole ass? Not that you mind…you secretly enjoy how they hug its shape when yo- “Liam, do I look strange to you?” you manage to snap out of whatever haze got into your mind as you look at your reflection on one of the lockers, you…you are a girl, a very bottom heavy girl. You cup your, quite honestly, cute face, your dainty fingers trace around your beautiful features before they settle around a strand of soft hair. Fuck how did this happen without you noticing, and more concerning whoever did it must now know that you used to have the book “Shit, guess even if you try to bypass it the book has its limits” you turn quickly at the source of the voice, a voice you very clearly recognize from years of hanging around it, Liam.

 “You…you had it this whole time?!” he turns back up to you, a shit eating grin on his face as he holds the reality note open, scribbling something onto its pages “Looks like Mrs detective is not such an idiot after all” you fume with rage at his mocking tone, angry that he of all people would steal the thing “How could you! Not only do you steal it you asshole, you turned me into a gi-aaagh~” you let a moan out as wave of pleasure shoots through your body “What did you write?” you look back at him, face red in embarrassment at the noise that came from your throat “Oh well the plan was to make you my girlfriend, but I merely changed your gender and yet you are not fit for my tastes, so I’m fixing you a bit up top” he lets out with a laugh. Up top, no, he wouldn- your suspicion is realized as you feel a tightness under your white uniform shirt, a pressure pushing against the confines of your top as the breasts of your new body begin to fight against it “Mmmg-fuck~”  you let out as you experience the sensations that you’ve witnessed on a lot of women in just the last few days that you owned the reality note. You momentarily glare daggers at Liam before your attention comes back to your breasts, their hefty mass overwhelming your shirt as they continue to increase in size, and before you know it, a familiar sound reverberates around the school hallway as with a POP your now heavy, sensitive breast tissue breaks open your shirt. 

You stare in awe at your ruined top, you can’t help but give them a few bounces as you get used to the foreign weight of two absolutely huge fatty blobs strapped to your chest “Liam you absolute fu-beatiful man you~” your eyes widen at the words that came out of your mouth, you cover it in surprise as he begins to laugh at your expense “That’s the other part of what I wrote dude, I said I’d make you my girlfriend not just some girl” he cackles, and you just can’t take him anymore, you lunge forwards swinging at the face of your beautiful man…goddammit these thoughts! 

Much to the surprise of both of you, your fist manages to connect squarely with his jaw, sending him to the floor in pain as he grabs the reality note firmly “You bitch, I won’t just make you my girlfriend, I’ll turn you into the biggest slut in this sch-mmghgmp” he gags out as you straddle him and press your huge bust into his face, suffocating the words out of his mouth, your top changing into a more fitting tank top and sweater combo along the way “Just shut up! I’m tired of your stupid book thingy!” you shout at him in a noticeably ditzier tone as you suffocate him between a sea of pure tit flesh, pulling back only to allow him to take a quick breath “You never pay attention to me anymore, you only stare at the bitch Mrs. Hasting’s tits! I have these too, you know? And you are going to have to appreciate them~” you purr out the last part in his ear as you sink his head further into pure bliss, one of the many incidents to come out of your relationship.

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Sorry for the posting hour! Hope you enjoyed reading it just as much as I did writing : )

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