Hello friends! Another new story! BJ Magic
I literally didn't have an idea of what to call this, so I left the working title as-is. It kind of coincides with the quirky/zaniness of this one anyway.
Brandy's careful, almost prudishly so to many men's detriment. Lon, her current muse is different, and she can't quite pin down why until her doctor gives her some bad news. Things escalate when Brandy quickly realizes giving Lon blowjobs becomes more than she bargains for...
Here's an excerpt:
Brandy woke up, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted to the room. She checked her phone, she’d only been out for 20 minutes. She swung her legs around the bed. She nearly gagged when she tried to stand. She waddled over to the mirror to check herself, she already knew what her reflection would confirm. She looked full term now, her belly distended quite far out from her body now. Her tits had transformed into massive orbs, looking full and ready to burst as they rested upon their perch. Her nipples and areolas thick and dark. She didn’t dare touch them, she knew what might happen.
She moved slowly over to her dresser, finding it extremely difficult to walk now. She could no longer see her feet beyond her chest and stomach. She frantically dug through a drawer for some kind of shirt, but she couldn’t find anything she felt was big enough. She grabbed her burgundy bathrobe off the door and hastily put it on, she tied it as best she could in front of her, but her belly still showed through, forcing a thick gap through and exposing her taught skin.
She walked into the living room, nearly tripping over herself as she got used to her new lack of mobility. She found if she leaned back slightly, she alleviated some of the pressure.
“Rose? Rose!” She called out.
Her roommate quickly appeared, frantic. “Brandy! Jesus!”
She paused stunned, looking back at her. She stared with her mouth agape for a moment upon seeing Brandy’s mammothly bulging figure. She was wearing a beige shirt, exceedingly tight across the chest.
“Brandy, oh my god. What did he do to us?!” She puffed her chest out to emphasize that her tits were actually larger as well.
“Holy shit Rose.” Brandy pointed.
Rose looked down. Her nipples nearly pierced through her shirt they were so hard. Wet patches began to form as Brandy was pointing out. She jumped back in horror, a hand to her mouth. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and any movement sent them bobbing like a car without suspension. She instinctively put an arm over them, but this only made it worse. The pressure sent streams dripping down the length of her shirt. Brandy waddled over to assist as Rose began crying.
“What did he do to us?!” She said through the tears as Brandy consoled her.
“I don’t know hun, it’ll be okay.” She stood in front of her roommate as close as she could, her belly touching her and slowly took Rose’s milk-soaked shirt off as she cried.
“Oh thank god. So you’re not…”
“N, no. I didn’t notice anything. But Brandy you look- ready to pop.” She said worriedly, wiping her eyes.
Brandy was trying to keep tears back herself, nodding.
“What are we, gonna do?” Rose was frantic, still on the verge of another breakdown.
Brandy dropped herself down on the couch, wincing as her belly landed on her legs, she wasn’t used to any of this. She didn’t know what to tell her, and she was the one who may have a baby any day now.
“Yeah, yeah that’s good, I’ll lock the door.” She was happy she had some action to take, getting her mind off of the hellish magic that had bestowed her chest.
Rose locked the windows and the front door and came back to the couch, sitting next to Brandy.
“So you’re sure? You’re not-” She wanted confirmation.
Rose looked down, still shirtless, her hands along her midsection. “No, I didn’t grow any, I think I’m okay.”
Brandy sighed, even the one worse off she was still looking out for others.
“What about you though? I mean, this looks- bad.”
Brandy closed her eyes, leaning back, still wishing it was all a bad dream. She felt the weight of her body now, everything was bigger.
“I don’t know. Wait it out I guess. This can’t be real, right?” She looked over.
“It seems pretty real to me.”
Brandy nodded in acceptance. “Well, I guess I’m having a baby then.”
“Fuck Brandy, what is he? Where did he come from?”
She shrugged, trying to think back. “I don’t actually know. I knew he wasn’t from here, but this?” She slipped her bathrobe open, it fell easily to each side, her body exposed as she slouched back.
I hope you like it! BJ Magic
I literally didn't have an idea of what to call this, so I left the working title as-is. It kind of coincides with the quirky/zaniness of this one anyway.
Brandy's careful, almost prudishly so to many men's detriment. Lon, her current muse is different, and she can't quite pin down why until her doctor gives her some bad news. Things escalate when Brandy quickly realizes giving Lon blowjobs becomes more than she bargains for...
Here's an excerpt:
Brandy woke up, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted to the room. She checked her phone, she’d only been out for 20 minutes. She swung her legs around the bed. She nearly gagged when she tried to stand. She waddled over to the mirror to check herself, she already knew what her reflection would confirm. She looked full term now, her belly distended quite far out from her body now. Her tits had transformed into massive orbs, looking full and ready to burst as they rested upon their perch. Her nipples and areolas thick and dark. She didn’t dare touch them, she knew what might happen.
She moved slowly over to her dresser, finding it extremely difficult to walk now. She could no longer see her feet beyond her chest and stomach. She frantically dug through a drawer for some kind of shirt, but she couldn’t find anything she felt was big enough. She grabbed her burgundy bathrobe off the door and hastily put it on, she tied it as best she could in front of her, but her belly still showed through, forcing a thick gap through and exposing her taught skin.
She walked into the living room, nearly tripping over herself as she got used to her new lack of mobility. She found if she leaned back slightly, she alleviated some of the pressure.
“Rose? Rose!” She called out.
Her roommate quickly appeared, frantic. “Brandy! Jesus!”
She paused stunned, looking back at her. She stared with her mouth agape for a moment upon seeing Brandy’s mammothly bulging figure. She was wearing a beige shirt, exceedingly tight across the chest.
“Brandy, oh my god. What did he do to us?!” She puffed her chest out to emphasize that her tits were actually larger as well.
“Holy shit Rose.” Brandy pointed.
Rose looked down. Her nipples nearly pierced through her shirt they were so hard. Wet patches began to form as Brandy was pointing out. She jumped back in horror, a hand to her mouth. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and any movement sent them bobbing like a car without suspension. She instinctively put an arm over them, but this only made it worse. The pressure sent streams dripping down the length of her shirt. Brandy waddled over to assist as Rose began crying.
“What did he do to us?!” She said through the tears as Brandy consoled her.
“I don’t know hun, it’ll be okay.” She stood in front of her roommate as close as she could, her belly touching her and slowly took Rose’s milk-soaked shirt off as she cried.
“Oh thank god. So you’re not…”
“N, no. I didn’t notice anything. But Brandy you look- ready to pop.” She said worriedly, wiping her eyes.
Brandy was trying to keep tears back herself, nodding.
“What are we, gonna do?” Rose was frantic, still on the verge of another breakdown.
Brandy dropped herself down on the couch, wincing as her belly landed on her legs, she wasn’t used to any of this. She didn’t know what to tell her, and she was the one who may have a baby any day now.
“Yeah, yeah that’s good, I’ll lock the door.” She was happy she had some action to take, getting her mind off of the hellish magic that had bestowed her chest.
Rose locked the windows and the front door and came back to the couch, sitting next to Brandy.
“So you’re sure? You’re not-” She wanted confirmation.
Rose looked down, still shirtless, her hands along her midsection. “No, I didn’t grow any, I think I’m okay.”
Brandy sighed, even the one worse off she was still looking out for others.
“What about you though? I mean, this looks- bad.”
Brandy closed her eyes, leaning back, still wishing it was all a bad dream. She felt the weight of her body now, everything was bigger.
“I don’t know. Wait it out I guess. This can’t be real, right?” She looked over.
“It seems pretty real to me.”
Brandy nodded in acceptance. “Well, I guess I’m having a baby then.”
“Fuck Brandy, what is he? Where did he come from?”
She shrugged, trying to think back. “I don’t actually know. I knew he wasn’t from here, but this?” She slipped her bathrobe open, it fell easily to each side, her body exposed as she slouched back.
I hope you like it! BJ Magic
