The Touch - Mike's Story

Well... that was a cool development... and it gave us a perfect reason to keep trying.

She was standing really close to me and looking up at me like a lovesick puppy. I realized I didn't really mind the attention she was giving me either... but it still didn't change the fact that she really wasn't my type, at least, physically... well... except for the boobs... and come to think of it, her face was actually kinda pretty now... huh... I guess I had never really noticed before. I wanted to try some more changing.

"So when are we going to meet?" I asked.

She smiled coyly. "So, you're finally interested in me, huh?" she laughed shaking her boobies a little bit side to side while watching me watch them. "Not that I mind. Why don't you give me a ride home from school today, I'm grounded from my car as well... by the way, can I ask you a question... is my weight really that big of an issue?"

"I gotta be honest with you, Jess, guys are just very visual and physical. You have a great personality, you are funny and easy to talk to... but for a guy, it has to click on all levels for him to be attracted to a girl," I confessed with a half smile.

"Huh," she said. "So... if that's the case... then what's your type?" she asked with a gleam in her eye and a devious look on her face.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked just as slyly.

She stepped right up to me all of sudden, pressing her new boobs against me... normally, I was head taller than her... but did she seem a bit taller?... she must have been wearing heels again... and she looked up demurely into my eyes, through longer lashes. Then with a perfectly serious face, her cheeks reddening, she whispered so only I could hear, "you know that this is body is yours, if you want it..."

With that, she smiled, turned and started walking away. She glanced over her shoulder once and winked and giggled. Then off she went.

I was a little taken aback by her forwardness. I stood there in shock. I mean, she had always flirted before... but this was definitely a side to her I hadn't seen. In just a couple of words, she had somehow made me interested.

She met me out by my old Tacoma in the school parking lot and I drove her home. When I pulled up in her driveway, she informed me that her parents wouldn't be home until 6 or 7, so we had a little bit of time if I wanted to come in.

In a few minutes, I found myself sitting on the edge of her pink bed in a pink room that looked like TinkerBell and Strawberry Shortcake got drunk and threw up all over the place. I had to sarcastically comment on it. She laughed and acted all cutesy and defensive about her "little girl" looking room. She had dozens of Barbie dolls all over the place. What was a senior in high school doing with all of this juvenile crap?

We talked for a while about how freaky it was that I had this "power" and we wondered where it came from. She made some jokes about me being from a different planet. Eventually, our conversation turned to sex. Once again, she started teasing and hinting about it. She even hopped up on her bed and showed me how springy the mattress was... perfect, she said, for 'doing it'. Eventually, I just had to call her bluff.

"Jess... don't hate me for what I'm going to say... but I don't think you've ever even been with a guy," I said.

She stood up and blushed.

"I knew it... listen, Jess, you know you can be honest with me," I told her. "Why do you act like you are so experienced and all that?"

Looking at her feet, she said, "I thought guys like an 'experienced' woman."

"What?" I said incredulously. "I'll tell you what guys 'like' Jess, we like honesty. I've told you before, you don't have to put on an act around me. I prefer it if you just act yourself."

"I... I'm not really comfortable showing you my 'real' self," she whispered.

There was a long silent pause as she stood there looking down.

"Why aren't you comfortable?" I finally asked.

"Well... it's just... I know that I'm overweight... but that doesn't stop me from wanting to be sexy," she said, loosening up a little. Making a decision, she turned and walked over to the closet and reached inside. "For example, I absolutely love high heels... my mom would kill me if I ever wore them out, she doesn't even know I have them, but I think they are hot!" She pulled out a pair of white peep-toe super-high stiletto pumps. They looked like the heels were six inches high. Definitely a special-order item. I wondered where the heck she got these from.

She sat down on her vanity chair and slipped them on. I noticed that her toenails were perfectly pedicured and white-tipped. Despite her fat body, her feet were not chubby at all, so it was a perfect fit. Now that I noticed it, her feet were quite small. When I asked her she said, "yeah, when you're as overweight as I am, you tend to celebrate your attributes that are smaller. These are size fives but I can actually fit into a size four shoe." She paused, "I've got little girls feet... I've seen you stare at my feet before... if I didn't know better... I'd say you have a foot fetish," she giggled and crossed her legs, showing off the high heels.

Damn, I thought, that's actually pretty damn sexy.

She hopped up and walked over to her vanity like she had been walking in heels her whole life. I was turned on by this revelation. This was kinda hot.

"Well..." she said with a pause and a curious look, thinking about something. "I may not be experienced with guys, but I do have to tell you that I am naturally a very sexual person... and that's the truth," she nervously giggled. "Want to see my toys?" she asked in a funny way.

She walked over to her dresser and opened the top right drawer. I got up and followed her over. She lifted out a colorful pile of G-string panties and removed a false bottom in the bottom of the drawer.

Hidden underneath was a collection of vibrators sitting on a stack of magazines. I felt my cheeks get red and I got a little nervous at this change of direction. Flirting was one thing... but this was real. I took a step back and nervously ran my hand through my hair.

She was also completely nervous at this time, but kept talking... obviously she really wanted to introduce me into this private world of hers.

She reached in and pulled out a small pink plastic one about 5 inches long and no thicker around than a quarter. "This one is my first one that I got. My Aunt Mary is like a total slut. It's funny... cause my parents are so strict about everything... they want me to stay young and innocent... so my Aunt has always pulled me aside and secretly talked to me about sex since I hit puberty. My parents have no idea. My aunt gets me anything I want. She's the one that has told me that guys are all about experienced girls and love to talk about sex... You know... Mike, in her defense... she's kind of right. You do like to talk about sex," she said with a mischievous grin. "Anyways, she totally got me to start masturbating."

She saw my face and I guess I looked a little freaked out with my mouth open in a wordless pause... cause she laughed a little and put her hand on her hip striking an accusatory pose and pointed the dildo at me. "Oh... don't you dare pretend like you don't jack off," she said with a glare. "My aunt told me that there isn't a guy alive who doesn't masturbate on a regular basis. So don't pretend like there's a double standard and I can't do it too," she said with a self-confident nod.

She put the pink vibrator back in and pulled out the stack of magazines.

"I'm not really visually turned on by pictures like you guys are... which is so unfair... but I do like to fantasize inside my head... so I wanted to check on a couple of things. The only magazines out there that seem to show guys dicks are the gay ones... but it still works." She flipped open the top magazine to show a picture of a big black guy with a massive cock hanging down his leg.

"Hello." I said, with a comic voice. That dude was huge. So it seemed that Jessica was a little pervert! How funny! "Uh... you can put that away... I think you'll be happy to know that I'm not really into guys," I chuckled.

"I didn't want you to look at him, silly... I wanted you to get an idea about what turns me on... duh!... I know you don't like dudes, Mike," she said.

Turned her on? Wow.

"Here," she said, as she flipped open another magazine, "is this more of your style?"

It was a big boob magazine featuring a brunette with amazing knockers. My gaze lingered a little too long before answering her. She definitely noticed.

"Uh, yep... but what are you doing with this?" I asked.

"Well... you wanted honesty, so you're getting it big boy," she smiled and turned back to the drawer. "There's more than one reason I've got barbie dolls all over the place. Don't you think that I'd like to imagine myself skinny with big boobs? I mean, look at me. I've been fat for most of my life. I guess I have a really active imagination, can you blame me? I don't get out much except for school. Until you actually started being nice to me, I'd never had a guy even give me the time of day. It's easier just closing my eyes and imagining that I'm someone else for a while. I love to read erotic stories on the Internet... and it always seems like the guys are really well hung. So I started trying different sizes. I've tried a bunch of stuff, but I realized that what I really like is the big ones," she said with a shaky voice as she pulled out a big blue translucent dildo shaped exactly like a dick. It was at least 10 inches long and as thick around as a red-bull can. She was going out on a limb being this open with me.

I was shocked. But I had to keep my cool. So I grinned and held out my hand. She handed it to me with a wide-eyed careful stare... she was obviously trying to read my face for my reaction.

It was some sort of gel material... you could feel the veins popping out of the long shaft. My hand just barely fit around it... the tips of my middle finger and thumb touching. The first thought that went through my head was how I could never compete with this thing. If she was masturbating with this monster, she would laugh if she saw my average six incher. I felt diminished and self-conscious all of a sudden.

And then I understood.

This was a way for her to gain some sort of control in her own life-situation. Being obese had diminished her own self-worth. Other girls laughed at her. Guys ignored her and treated her poorly. She wasn't considered attractive at all. So instead she had retreated into her own perverted sexual world of masturbation and fantasy. She probably realized that most guys would never be this big... so sex had became her own way to diminish others. By basically imagining a man to be bigger than he possibly should. However, there was another part of me that was extraordinarily turned on by this revelation.

I, myself had secret desires as well. I would love to be as big as this dildo. And it turned me on that she liked big dicks. I had wondered how she felt about big boobs, it seems that I had my answer on that as well.

She had invited me into this world... and was probably freaking out wondering what my reaction would be. As I inspected the dildo, I also wondered what she was thinking.

"Hmm..." I said, noticing that she was holding her breath staring at me, "I'm guessing that you are wondering how I measure up?" I wiggled the big dildo like a snake.

She slowly smiled, reached out and took it back and turned around to put it back in the drawer, setting everything back into place.

"Well... yes and no..." she said, facing away, "I'm not an idiot... I know that most guys could never be that big... but I am curious what you are thinking. You probably think I'm a freak now, do you?"

"Uh, Jess... I already knew you were a freak. This just confirms it," I laughed.

Steeling myself, I changed the subject. "Ok," I took a deep breath and started, "I've been thinking a lot about this but I need to know something... so since we're being honest... "

"Go on," she smiled.

"Were you being truthful about letting me try some "actual"... custom... changes?" I asked.

"Go on," she looked curious.

"Well... you asked me what my type was... and... if you want me to be honest... well... I kinda like big boobs, like your magazine," I said hoping she wouldn't get upset. "I mean, like really, really big boobs," I said sheepishly.

She paused.

"So... that's what it is... I knew it!" she said straight-faced... anger coming into her eyes.

"Wha...?" I said.

"You like Becky, don't you!" she demanded... pointing a finger at me from where she stood in front of her white mirrored vanity.

Uh oh. I grimaced, but didn't say anything.

"Shit!. She's a total bitch! But you don't see that, do you? All you guys ever see is big boobs and blond hair. Meanwhile, girls like me, who are throwing ourselves at you ... well... it's just unfair!" she snapped.

She kept going, tears in her eyes, "you are so blind! Don't you know I would do anything for you? I would rock your world! Do you want blonde? I could be blonde. You want boobs?" she grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them, "I would love bigger boobs! You can make them as big as you want! Don't you know how much I love you?... eeeep!" Her eyes got wide and her hands went up to her mouth as she realized what she had just revealed.

Her face turned bright scarlet and she whipped away from me.

There was a long pause as she stood there, with her back to me, whimpering silently.

"Jess... hey... it's cool... don't spaz out on me," I said quickly, trying to diffuse the situation, trying to think of what to say. I walked over to her and gently grabbed her hand.

Bam!

Just like that, my mind jumped into full contact mode with her body again. I instantly found myself willing her weight away from her body. I had to slow down and take it easy. Based on everything that had just been said, I wanted to try something new this time. Instead of absorbing it into mine and then modifying it, I decided to see if I could just directly convert it to bone and muscle in my body.

Well, it took a little bit of concentration, but it seemed to work.

With my eyes shut tight, I kept drawing more and more off of her until she was no longer overweight. I kept going, molding and changing her in my mind. Hoping I could make the custom adjustments I had been thinking about.

Focusing intently, I willed her breasts to get bigger. I heard a slight ripping.

"Uh!... Oh God!" I heard her say. "Ohhh... shit... my boobs... oh... they're on fire! Damn... that feels so good!" I kept my eyes shut in concentration. "Bigger, Mike... make em bigger... uhhh... oh yeah," she said. "I can feel them growing in my hands! Oh my God... they're still growing... Holy crap! You are a fucking pervert! Just like me! Ha!" she laughed. I imagined them in my mind going from D cups to E to G... growing and growing all the way up to the massive K size cups of Eden Mor whom I had just seen in her magazine. "Holy, moly, Mike!" she said, "these things are freaking huge!"

Simultaneously, I focused on my own body. There was one thing I had wished for a long time in addition to being more muscular and taller. Thinking about my crotch, imagining the blue dildo in my mind, I willed my cock to get bigger and longer.

"My God, Mike! I thought you were going to take it slow?" I heard her voice in the background. She sounded a little panicked.

I finished up and slowly opened my eyes, noticing my own clothes seemed tight all over, especially in my crotch.

She had moved forward and still stood with her back to me, blocking the mirror on the vanity. Her new blouse fit strangely now. It was loose and baggy around her waist. But it was stretched super tight across her narrow back. I was worried all of sudden that I had messed up somehow. Her thin arms curved down to small hands that were holding her now loose pants up from falling down. Her dark hair spilled down past her shoulders in a rich cascade of shiny waves. She giggled and squeaked in an excited sort of way as she turned to face me.

Perhaps it had been the weight, perhaps I was just blind before, perhaps it was something I had done during the transformation, but underneath the chubby face, Jessica was now more than just a pretty girl. From beneath long sensual lashes, large dark eyes slowly blinked at me. Sensual, plump lips curved into that same devious smile that she wore so well. She had become a grade A hotty. But that was just the beginning. What stood before me now was a completely transformed young woman.

I could see why her blouse had been stretched across the back so tight. Her blouse was inflated out in front of her body framing two huge mounds that were trying to burst free from the strained material. She breathed in deeply and one of the buttons popped. She laughed. The shirt parted open to reveal a bulging creamy cleavage that peeked out from behind the seams. She winked and raised her hands to her shirt, letting go of her pants. They fell to her ankles. My mouth dropped open. Sexy, curvy legs now replaced the fat chubby ones with thick ankles from before. Beautiful hips sloped up to a tiny waist. Her panties were gone, they must have slipped down with her pants. She didn't have an ounce of hair that I could see.

"Damn, Mike... when you customize, you don't mess around do you?" she giggled.

Not missing a beat, she slowly began unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her blouse. Her tilted dark eyes not looking away from my face. A look of pure lust was now painted on her face. Her white teeth half bit down on her plump lower lip. Each strained button strained as she released it to reveal a little more of the new set of knockers that were fighting to break free from the too-small bra. She stepped out of the pants, still wearing the sexy super high heels. Her legs looked awesome.

With each button, she took another step towards me. By the time she stood in front of me, she gently let her blouse slip off and fall to the floor. Her breasts were bulging crazily out of the ripped lace bra. With a single motion, she unclasped the bra and her new cantaloupe sized breasts jiggled and bounced as they sprang free. Her perfect, fingertip sized nipples stood erect on the pert white globes.

"I don't know about you," she said, not breaking eye contact with me, licking her plump lips in a cute smile, "but I'm hungry."

A week ago, I would have laughed at her if she would have said this to me and tried to be sexy. My new reaction was quite different.

She placed her soft small hands on my chest, tracing down my muscles through my tight shirt, she slowly lowered herself down onto her knees and unbuckled my belt and jeans. I was in shock. I stared down at her and she looked up at me as she proceeded, her beautiful eyes boring into my mind.

She jerked my jeans down and gasped at the huge bulge rising beneath my underwear. Excited, she ripped down my underwear to expose my new swelling enormous cock. It was easily an inch or two bigger and much thicker than her favorite blue dildo. She squealed with delight as she grabbed it with both hands and started sucking, licking and kissing all over it.

"God damn!" she said in-between licks, "please tell me you did this for me!" She licked all the way from my balls to the tip. "Oh... God! I am going crazy! I am so fucking turned on right now!"

Her hand didn't come close to encircling the wide shaft. One hand reached down lower and fondled my massive balls, each one expanded to the size of extra-large eggs.

Over and over she sucked on my massive stiff rod. Every time I looked down, she looked up and smiled as she engulfed the head deeper into her sexy mouth. Her hands massaged and stroked the huge length. One of her hands would disappear every few moments down between her own legs. She was fingering herself in excitement. I was transfixed by her bouncing mammaries, visible below her bobbing head. Within minutes her ministrations became too much for me to withstand and I began to cum like crazy into her open mouth. Pleasure rocked through my body. She drank and swallowed each spurt as she continued to milk the long shaft like a cow. An amazing amount of cum had come out of me. I must have ejaculated ten times! She giggled and cleaned off my drooping spent penis with her hungry mouth.