Girlfriend with Testing Device Ch. 17

I took a deep breath as I looked around the store. My heart was pounding in excitement as I caught sight of one sale tag after another. I practically leapt at a row of skimpy half-off swimwear. They had so many different styles and cuts, and all of it was so amazingly hot. I held one or two up to my chest, then frowned. Maybe these weren't going to fit me after all. Oh sure, I could probably squeeze my cups into them no problem, but my nipple situation right now was completely out of control. How was I supposed to fit these over my enormous areolas? Hell, the tent from my hard nipples alone would leave me completely exposed. While that was hot, I think that was maybe pushing it a little even for me.

"What do you think?" I asked, turning to Elizabeth as I held up a stunning little white two-piece. "I can't decide between this in white or red... or maybe I was better off taking a look at the string bikinis..." The girls nearby giggled as they glanced in my direction. One of them turned to whisper something in the ear of another, and then I blushed a little as they all started laughing in my general direction. Elizabeth scowled and reached for the device.

"Baby?" I said again, standing between her and the girls.

"Oh." She looked down at the suit then back over at me. She grinned. "I think we'll need to try it on."

We worked our way over to the changeroom, but that gaggle of girls beat us there and bogarted the free stalls. Elizabeth sighed in frustration as we sat down on the little bench to wait. I leaned over and rested my head on her shoulder. That dorky looking guy was here too, looking at us nervously.

"I don't know..." came a soft voice from one of the stalls. A moment later the over-endowed girl stepped out wearing a very cute little pink side-tie two piece. She blushed as she noticed she had an audience.

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She didn't seem to pay us much mind however. She spun around a little, putting on a show for her boyfriend, her unrestrained breasts swaying and bouncing under her white t-shirt and khakis.

"How do you like it?" she asked, doing a few final cute poses in the mirror. The guy blushed, nervously playing with the loose string of his bikini bottoms as he stammered his way through a series of noncommittal gestures. I couldn't help but notice that his dick was straining against his little pink bottoms.

"I'll take that as a compliment." she laughed. "I don't know. It's nice that its got pockets and everything, but it's not really the sort of thing you can wear in the water, you know? Well, not unless I want everyone to see my boobs at least. Maybe one of the other ones will work better..." She sighed as she turned around, heading back for the change room stall.

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She held open the door for her boyfriend and gestured inwards.

He blinked in confusion for a moment, then stood up and stepped in to the changeroom, his jiggling breasts and ass barely restrained by his khakis and shirt.

The girl took a seat. I could finally get a good look at her. She was cute. Not quite beautiful, but she had a lot of nice features - broad shoulders, hairy arms, a pudgy chest - that really set her up as so wonderfully cute and feminine in that way only girls can be. I bit my lip in envy and tried not to think about her too much. Was it weird that a small part of me took solace in the fact that I had bigger boobs?

"H-how's this?" A little while later the girl's boyfriend came back out, embarrassed, clutching his hands to his body as he stood there in a daring one piece.

"Honey," I could see the dick pulse in her pants. "That's amazing. Turn around!" He turned around hesitantly, giving us a look at his almost completely exposed ass. This guy wasn't especially attractive, with his big tits and his hourglass figure, but I couldn't help but admit that he did have a nice ass.

Suddenly there was a cavalcade of laughter. The girls from earlier had all stepped out of their various changerooms, each in their own - rather more conservative - swimsuit. The object of their derision seemed to be the dorky looking guy and his rather more daring outfit.

"Evan?" Elizabeth whispered, giving an evil little smile as she held the device up for me to touch.

I sighed and nodded, reaching my hand out to touch.

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Elizabeth and I burst out into our own fits of laughter. The girls were now each covered in a thick layer of body hair, completely on display under their rather more conservative bikinis. Heck, their chests were now so fuzzily hirsute that it seemed to make their tops almost bulge out. They even had full, bushy beards.

I turned and looked out the store window - sure enough the dudes sitting outside were now all perfectly hairless. It was a definite improvement.

"Ooh, ooh," said Elizabeth "I can do one better."

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I lurched forward as I felt the familiar sensation of being transformed. I looked down at myself to see what had changed and almost fainted at the shock. My boobs -- my wonderful boobs -- had turned all flat and flabby. These were not a girl's tits; these were some guy's man boobs.

"What did you do!?" I gasped, reaching a hand up to grope at my decidedly unsexy male cleavage. My chest felt so numb. All the wonderful sensation I had become so accustomed to were now completely gone.

"Whoops!" Elizabeth laughed. "Sorry! I meant to get them!"

"Change me back!" I said, still groping my flabby chest. "Change me back!"

"Okay okay, hold on, hold on."

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My boobs came back mid grope. I was amazed at just how instantaneous the device's transformations were. There was no sensation of growth. I didn't even feel my hands getting moved out of the way by my now bigger tits, it was just a flood of sensation as my brain came to terms with the new nerves. I squeezed and groped at them. It felt good to have them back.

"Let me try that again..."

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I looked up at the girls, who's attentions had now turned to me. They were laughing and whispering to each other - probably about the weirdo groping his chest in the changeroom. I'd have blushed and sunk low if it weren't for the fact that they all now looked even more ridiculous.

On one hand, all of the hair was gone from their chests. On the other hand, their chests were all now clearly masculine. Worse than masculine, they were masculine and chubby. Heck, the one with the smallest tits before seemed to actually still be filling her cups better, even if it was with... well, flabby manflesh.

"Whoops, hold on. One sec."

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And suddenly their chest hair was back too. The dark bushy curls erupting like a rug over the edge of the flowing cups.

I couldn't help it, I started to giggle, and Elizabeth laughed along too.

The group gave us some weird looks, but clearly didn't appreciate being the butt of the joke for once - even if they had no idea what the joke was - and so they quickly stormed back into the changerooms.

I didn't see them when they came back out. By then, the dorky guy and the well-endowed girl had gone back to pick out some more suits for him, and I had managed to take their stall. I could hear Elizabeth going nuts though. I didn't really approve of her messing with people like that, but I was glad she was having a bit of fun at least before turning them back.

I'll save you the big list of everything I tried on. Let's just say I got a little indecisive. By the time I left the changerooms for good I had a rather impressive selection of bikinis and micro bikinis picked out. We'd have to hit the beach a lot this year. I laughed. With the way Elizabeth was enjoying the device, something told me we'd have a lot of fun.

The other couple was just ahead of us and were already paying. The guy had changed back into the yellow bikini he'd walked in with, and from the way he was blushing they'd gotten some good stuff too.

"Now come on," the girl whispered to her boyfriend, "let's go check out Victoria's Secret."

As we padded out into the mall corridors again, a gust of cool air struck against my almost completely exposed body. I shivered a little as my nipples went hard, tenting the fabric of my top to a dangerous degree. I had to keep making little adjustments if I didn't want my nipples showing for the whole world to see.

The girls from inside were hanging out nearby, arguing with the boys on the bench outside for some reason. I laughed again. I know Elizabeth had turned tham back and everything, but to me it still looked like the girls were the ones with all the body hair while the guys were now all smooth and had these fantastic tits jutting out from under of their shirts. God, the obliviousness the device brought was so weird, I thought, giggling to myself as I adjusted the string tie of my bottoms. How could you not notice something like that?

Suddenly there was a sharp hand on my butt as Elizabeth gave my exposed rear a quick slap. I blushed a little as I pushed my ass out encouragingly.

"So," I asked "Where to next?"

"Well, actually," she grinned, turning to look at the sports store next door. I have something special I want to try..."

To be continued in part 18: Hair Today, Boob Tomorrow!