Chapter 4: Climax
I turned my head to double-check behind me and my long blonde hair whipped across my small shoulders. The coast was clear, and I pulled the door to the upstairs office cleaning supplies closet open, threw on the light, then entered and shut the door behind me.
The closet was small and cramped, with just enough room for a few shelves of cleaning supplies and a small, worn-out couch that had probably been there since the building was first constructed. I walked over to the couch and sat down, placing the velvet pouch and the new strand of hair that I had on a large flat topped cardboard box nearby.
I began to strip my clothes off and my excitement grew. I recalled the weekend and two working days that I had spent as Macy. I was certain that word had passed around the office about Macy's recent change of attire, as I had worn the tightest and most revealing outfits possible while still adhering to the company dress code. I pulled my tight shirt off over my head and looked down at my average boobs as they sat on my chest cupped in my push-up bra. I excitedly thought about how after this next potion I would have a very different perspective with Katie's big boobs on my chest instead.
Like before, I popped open one of the potion vials and slowly lowered the long light brown hair into it. It fizzled and became more viscous as the first potion had, only this time the potion turned from its light green color to a golden yellow.
I swirled the potion around the vial and watched as it changed consistency, becoming thicker and more syrupy. I was so turned on by the prospect of becoming Katie, and by the excitement of what might happen when I finally got to talk to Jody while appearing as Katie. I couldn't wait to see the look on Jody's face when she realized that I was interested in her.
I took a last long look at my petite and stocky body and blonde hair, trying to store the memory of it away for future "use". I had taken plenty of pictures of myself just in case as well. Then I tilted my head back and poured the warm, syrupy, yellow potion down my throat.
"Not so bad", I said out loud to myself in Macy's voice.
It tasted like honey, with a hint of something metallic underneath. I swallowed, feeling the liquid slide down my throat and into my stomach.
Almost instantly, I felt a warmth spread through my body, starting at the pit of my stomach and radiating outwards. I figured that this transformation would be less drastic as the potion didn't need to change my gender this time.
I felt my scalp tingle and the transformation began at my hair. It started to darken as my blonde wavy locks turned darker brown and grew in length. I could feel it straighten and cascade down my back like a waterfall, soon reaching my lower back. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation.
My stomach dropped as the thought suddenly occurred to me that Katie's hair only reaches her shoulders, not her lower back. "Oh fuck, not again!" I said to myself as I wondered who I was transforming into. There were a lot of employees that worked at our company and many of them were not attractive and certainly not friends with Jody.
If this wasn't Katie's hair then who the fuck's hair was I transforming into? As the tingling warmth spread further over my body, I felt slight pressure building in my torso. I looked down and saw that my waist was pushing outwards and my small body was starting to grow.
I could feel my face starting to change but there wasn't a mirror around to look at it. I could feel my nose and cheeks widening as my face became plumper, and my cheeks felt warm to the touch. I knew I was transforming into someone completely different, but who the fuck was it?
I felt my legs start to shake, and I could feel my weight gaining and shifting rapidly as I took a couple steps for balance. I was growing taller, and my small feminine legs were slowly thickening and trying to keep up with the added height.
I looked down and saw that my stomach had fattened and now slightly rolled over the top of my lower abdomen. The pressure in my torso was intensifying and soon shifted upwards to my chest. Macy's B-cup boobs looked too small for my growing body now, and I knew that they weren't going to hold the building pressure back. Looking down, I leaned backwards on the old couch with my naked chest thrust forwards and my shoulders pulled back. My breasts suddenly started plumping and filling, the skin stretching as they tried to contain the pressure without getting larger, but they quickly gave in and started growing rapidly before my eyes.
I could feel the weight of them surging, the heaviness pulling down on my chest growing. They first grew plump and outward until they were a full C-cup, after which gravity took over and started sagging them downward under their own weight.
I could feel the stretch marks forming in the soft flesh around the top and underside of my breasts as they pushed outward and downward on my new torso. I couldn't help but moan at the sensations running through me as my breasts kept growing.
I didn't know where to put my hands as my tits kept growing and becoming heavier. The realization hit me that only one white girl in the plant had tits like these without being obese or terribly overweight: Cheyenne Cawley.
"Oh, fuck," I muttered under my breath. I had never even considered that the hair might belong to her. I had always seen her as just a silly, flirty secondary operator, not someone I wanted to be intimate with, talk to for more than a few minutes, and certainly not someone who's body I would ever consider making my own.
But as I looked down at my fatter upper arms and hands and watched my massive tits continue to grow to huge F-cups, I couldn't help but feel a sick kind of excited. I wasn't excited about becoming Cheyenne, but the sheer perversity and filthiness of it all turned me on in the most primal way possible. I felt like a dirty little whore as I reveled in the sensation of my ever expanding body.
Soon, my giant tits were resting just above my stomach, which was now a thick belly. I grabbed my thighs with my hands, which were now tipped with long fingernails painted dark red. I had grown four inches taller to about 5'7", and my legs and ass had grown a little as well.
I had always seen Cheyenne and thought that her body put all of its resources into her boobs, as her ass, hips, and thighs weren't anything special. Now that they were my own, I grabbed each in succession, feeling them as the potion continued to transform my flesh.
I could feel my heartbeat throbbing through my nipples, and my breathing grew ragged as I explored my new body.
I slid my hands down the curve of my waist, then moved them to the underside of my breasts. I squeezed and my new tits together, forming massive cleavage, and I marveled at the smoothness and warmth of my new flesh. I felt powerful, as if I could manipulate anyone to my desires with my new mammaries.
I could feel them heaving and jiggling with every breath. I had originally been looking forward to sporting Katie White's boobs on my chest but Cheyenne's tits beat Katie's, at least in size.
Suddenly my stomach groaned and I felt my insides start shifting as my organs (which were Macy's body's organs) transformed into Cheyenne's. I suddenly felt slightly hungry as my stomach enlarged within me; anyone could tell by looking at them that Cheyenne ate more food than Macy. As my lower abdomen sloshed and squelched, I suddenly felt my uterus and vaginal area begin shifting.
I could feel my labia becoming fuller and plumper and my inner labia lengthening and thickening as my genitals transformed from Macy's tight and good-looking pussy into Cheyenne's apparently larger and fatter pussy. I could feel my new short pubic hair growing in, a rough and itchy sensation that made me squirm on the couch. The outer labia and region around the entrance to my vagina fattened and puffed out more. I had seen puffier pussy lips in porn videos but now I had my own.
I took a deep breath and spread my legs wide as I opened up my new fat, plumpy pussy lips with my fingers and looked down at my new snatch. I moaned and ran the tips of my fingers over the outer labia. They were so soft and sensitive that it made me squirm.
I looked down at my new body with a mix of disgust, amusement, and arousal. I couldn't believe I had transformed into Cheyenne, of all people. But I had to admit, there was something exciting about it. It was like I was playing a dirty little game with the universe. I was trespassing in someone else's body, and it was thrilling.
I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes, letting my hands wander over my new curves.
My body was so different now - bigger, fuller, softer in some places, firmer in others. I couldn't believe I was actually feeling turned on by this transformation.
I closed my eyes and envisioned what it was going to feel like to buy and wear push up bras with low-cut v-neck shirts that would display my erupting massive cleavage to the world. I imagined the stares of men and envied the way their glances would bounce between my tits and my face.
I could already hear the lewd comments that would come my way - "dayuuuum, those are some big fucking tits" or "fuck, I'd love to get my hands on those cans". Cheyenne's body wasn't much to look at otherwise but her boobs were large, full, and eye-catching for sure.
She had a square, stocky torso with a thick waist and a roll of fat that hung over her low waistband. Her hips were narrow and her thighs and legs were somewhat skinny in comparison to the rest of her body.
I couldn't help but touch them though, feeling the softness and warmth of my new flesh.
I ran my hands over my thick waist and my small, fatty arms. I felt so different, so foreign - but also so alive.
I leaned back against the old couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations coursing through my body. I let my hands drift down to my massive breasts, cupping them and feeling the weight of them in my palms. They were so soft, so full - so much bigger than anything I had ever experienced before.