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The October air hit the town as you looked through rack upon rack of the same skimpy cat or devil costumes all throughout your local general store. Your cosplay materials for your sexy, superhero, unicorn outfit wouldn’t be here until November of all times (at least you have plans for Christmas cards now), and you were stuck in an absolute, bloody rut. And that’s not even mentioning the dead end town you were already stuck in that had nothing going on whatsoever. It was a total shit show, there was nowhere else to go in your puny, rustic town other than pawn shops and maybe a park or two and you needed to capitalize on that e-thot craze and fast before the Halloween party tonight!
“Cat, cat, cat, devil, devil, vampire…” you muttered as you flipped through everything, your body getting chillier and chillier despite the pink sweater you had on. “Ugh! This place has nothing.”. You turned over to your other phone as you whipped it out and turned on the screen. And as soon as you saw the wallpaper, it was clear why you made the choice to bring this instead of your regular phone. Because right behind the screen was a dark skinned, blue haired young woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail and light cerulean and gold clothes on as she folded her arms at you.
This was Djamila. And while at first you might be mistaken for thinking she was a Siri knock off, she was anything but. This was instead a genie you found last summer while you were at the town next over’s beach, the metal detector you won off eBay finally paying off. Her lamp was able to shapeshift however she pleased for the sake of convenience, which was handy since it turned out she was able to grant unlimited wishes under the conditions that it only affected you mainly and no one else in any massive way. So while you couldn’t wish away cancer or kill that asshole at school, it was nice to have her out again to call on another favor.
“You rang?” she asked as she batted her eyes and cracked her knuckles, ready to go.
“Yeah, I just need another favor.” you told her. “My stuff isn’t gonna be in for another month and I need to get ready to be sexy now! Can you help me?”.
Djamila flipped her hair as she rested on her side, the end of her wispy tail kicking up in the air like it was her foot. “If it’s to make your shipping faster, that’s a no go, dear.” she informed you. “My powers must only affect you personally.”.
You waved your hand as you tried to correct her. “No, no, that’s not what I mean! I’m talking about something else to compromise.” you said.
Her stance shifted as she got more casual. “Like what?” asked the genie of your phone.
You looked around a bit uncertain for what to specifically do. “Er, I’m not sure. Maybe you can make me sexier somehow?” you asked her.
The genie’s expression refused to soften as she got some ideas. “Somehow, you say?”.
“Yeah, however you can.”.
Djamila flashed a small smile to herself as she snapped her fingers. Within an instant, you felt your chest start to puff up as you noticed your pecs became rounder at every second. You weren’t particularly busty at first, but in just a few moments, you had gone from an A-cup to a C-cup as you kept swelling. Your new boobs became larger and larger, busting out from your sweater as it looked like you stuffed some overly large baseballs in them as Djamila watched as you kept sizing up, much to your horror.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! Stop!” you begged her. You could hear her groaning as she snapped her fingers again, causing you to stop growing as she looked unimpressed.
“What now?” she asked. “You said you wanted to be sexier.”.
“Yeah, but not like this!” you stammered for a second as you shoved one hand up your sweater to get a feel of them. Having them glued to you was so strange, they were about as fleshy and wobbly as a real pair of boobs, right down to the sense of warmth they permeated as you jiggled them around. Admittedly, they did feel pretty comfy without a bra, and with the sweater on, it felt satisfying in a way to feel the cool air coming through and toughening up your tiddies against the cozy fabric.
“Would you like me to scale back then? If you have any other ideas, that is.” she snarked. As you stuck your hand back out, you squeezed your left breast again and felt amazed. You always wondered what it was like to have a pair of tits before, but with them on, it was weirdly comforting. You squished your arms together and tried to make them jiggle as they bounced around for a little bit, but not by much. If only they were bigger….
“Are you still there?” Djamila asked again, her tone getting increasingly more impatient. “Or did I transfer your brain to your chest during the procedure?”.
You broke out of your trance as you looked back over to Djamila again. “Uh, actually, I think we can go a little bigger.” you told her. “But like, maybe all around instead of just the top?”. Djamila smirked at your request as she snapped her fingers twice this time. Now, instead of just your breasts sizing up, you felt a force building in your pants from behind as you froze up thinking you crapped yourself as you squeezed your ass just in case. And that cold shiver down your spine only melted away once you realized it felt the same as your new meat baskets were when they first sprouted up.
Instead of the bony pair of tennis balls that you used for sitting and not much else, you felt a melon sprout up in your jeans as your briefs started to get swallowed up in your cheeks. Your crotch tighter as your underwear got smaller as you watched as even your hips weren’t alone in ballooning up they started to stretch your jeans out too as your thighs started to bulk up into the size of logs as it got harder to move around. Your pants could hardly accommodate your new size as your ass went from being as big as a watermelon to a beach ball as you felt a soft ripping sound from behind as your asinine assimilation continued to manifest.
Tcchh… tch…
As off putting as that was however, nothing compared to the experience it was to watch your tits follow in suit with your booty. If the toasty sensation of having a new set of tits earlier wasn’t enough, now it had gotten even stuffier as your new magic milkers were too big for their own bridges as even the fabric of your sweater couldn’t hold them together. You had already gone from having D-cups to tits large enough to be your head as you used your free hand again to get a good feel of them and felt your palm practically sink into your pushy pap like you were groping a water bed that threatened to tear itself apart as your clothes kept ripping.
Tchhh… tcchhHHH! TCH! TCH!
You flipped over to your phone again as you saw Djamila hanging upside down as she watched you keep growing, a smug smile on her face as her hair fell to the floor. “Djamila, I think this might be a little too big! Can’t you stop this?” you asked her as you felt your clothes get even smaller. It was like you were turning into an hourglass that was stuffed with too much sand, your outer shell ready to burst at any moment.
“Not yet, kid. The swelling only stops once you’ve become ‘sexy’ enough you see, and being on this phone has given me plenty of reference material to work with.” she explained. “It’ll stop once you’ve finished growing, but until then, you’ll have to grin and bear it!”. The phone turned off as you felt your clothes still ripping. By now, bits of your flesh could be seen poking out as the customers eyes all went towards you. They seemed almost taken aback by the XXXL proportioned porn star that was evolving in the store as you tried to make your way past them.
“Good lord, they are bloating the hell up!”.
“I haven’t seen that much crack since I called the plumber, have some decency you little degenerate!”.
“M-mommy?!”.
You paused for a moment as you tried to make your way out of the store. Mommy? Someone seriously thought your elephant sized new figure was motherly to them? Maybe it was the blimp of a butt you carried now or the humongous hooters fighting to free themselves from your sweater, but there was a nice ring to it in a way as you looked over your body.
Your boobs were practically popping out of your sweater and your cheeks managed to still find room in your jeans despite how much bigger they were in comparison. And the way your thighs started to hug your pants as if they were fighting to get out or how your knockers were tearing the fabric of your yarn sewn sweater to bits was too delicious to deny. As you felt your body up once again in front of everybody, you wondered if you could get used to this. To proportions this devastating or a set of tits and ass that could turn heads and get people into car crashes as you walked down the road. Maybe you could even make money off of thi-
TCCCHHHRIPP! SSHHHHREEEEEP!
Your heart stopped. Without even a moment to think, you looked down in horror as you saw bits of fabric on the ground that once used to be your sweater and your pants. As you looked around and saw your mountain of a melon crusher and headset of headlights on display, you covered them up as you realized you were completely naked in front of everybody in the store as the swelling finally subsided.
Your ass was now mammoth sized at this rate, taking up small parts of your thighs as your hips and grown to more than twice the size of your shoulders as your tits stuck out almost less than your butt did as they pressed up against the glass. And your cheeks were already huge enough to balance a portable TV on them, so looking over to see it could almost fit into your cleavage felt like a fever dream. But then again, if it meant being able to pinch your now cushy, hyper sized proportions and not wake up, maybe this was one you could stand living in for a while. That is, until the shadow of the store owner loomed over your shoulder and you froze up again as you turned around. The lack of amusement on his stern, long face was enough to tell you that no excuse in the world would help you now.
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The evening sky ravished the town as you made your way back home, sifting through your closet as Djamila waited outside. While getting kicked out of a store for uncontrollable wardrobe malfunction was unpleasant to say the least, it did give you an opportunity to try sprucing up again as your sardonic genie waited outside. She twirled her hair like it was her own tail as she waited for you to finish.
“So, do you feel it was a success?” chuckled Djamila as you fussed around with your clothes.
“Sort of, in a way? I’ll admit, that place had nothing I wanted anyway, but I think I was able to find a decent workaround.” you told her.
“Oh, is that so? What did you have in mind then, my plump little master?” asked the genie as she was ready to call it quits.
You just laughed. “Now, now, is that anyway to talk to your mother?~”. With not a moment to waste, you threw open the doors of the closet as you revealed yourself to Djamila. The only thing on you was a light green apron as you were practically naked from head to toe. Your hippo-sterior was exposed for all the world to see as a small knot in the shape of bunny ears held it back as your milk cans snuggled up to the front as they oozed out of the side like slime. Your hips perfectly poked out from the corners as if you were the human embodiment of a soda bottle with cans with a small amount of blush applied to yourself and a dash of lipstick as the cherry on top of your outfit.
You looked more like you were ready to spank Djamila than ever before as she fell back against the bed in shock of your transformation. You had gone from an average Joe to a mega mom in no time, and as much as Djamila hated to admit it, she wanted to pork out on your donut hole right then and now while she squished your thighs and played with your tits. “Wh-where did you even get that apron?!” she asked as you bent over in front of her, giving her a nice view of your rack.
“I had to buy something to hide myself on the way out.” you told her as her eyes went right to your J-cup jugheads. “But don’t worry, once I get back from the party, my girls will be here for you whenever you need them. And I do mean, whenever you do.”. With that, you pulled down on your dress and flashed your giant boobs at Djamila, giving her a phenomenal shot at your knockers as her eyes bulged out of her head.
The size and scope of your globe sized gadzooks was one thing, but the pepperoni slice sized nipples were something else. With how vibrant and colorful they were in comparison to your smooth, luscious skin, Djamila practically felt her mouth watering as she wanted to suck on your cans right then and there and get her fill before you left. But as you sloshed them around for a second as her eyes followed their movement, you slipped them back in before pushing them out at her once more before leaving.
“I’ll see you once I’m done at the party,” you cooed, “be patient for me, okay?”. As you turned around and made your way out, you couldn’t help but giggle as you felt her eyes glue to your bear sized booty and it wobbled like water on the way out. As you opened the door outside to leave, you looked over your shoulder to see her drooling at the sight of your derrière before giving your right cheek one small smack! before leaving.
“I expect that drool to be cleaned up when I get back.” you laughed. “Have fun, dear!”.
You shut the door behind you as Djamila sat there with no other thoughts in her mind other than wanting to get that apron off you and having you mommy her for once. With the house all to herself, she sat down against the mattress and concentrated as she diffused her tail into a pair of long, toned legs and looked down at her thirsty clit, begging for some attention.
“Ugh… guess it’s just you and me for Halloween, dear.” she sighed as Djamila ran her fingers across her pussy as she snapped her fingers again to dim the lights and summon some candles. The party was supposed to last until midnight, so she was gonna make the most of her time until then to enjoy herself before she feasted on you like a baby cow sucking its mom’s udders!