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Edit: I am re-uploading this because the original one was way too small.

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One day, Carl and his wife sat in their respective chairs in the living room. His wife had called him down because she wanted to talk with him about something. What, he did not know.
“Carl, I’ve seen your browser history,” she started, to which his eyes widened, and brows jumped. His shock was obvious, so his wife continued. “Yes, I’ve seen what you’ve been looking at online.” “L-listen, babe, you’ve got it all wrong. T-that’s not my computer, I-it’s my friends! Yes, my friend asked me to fix his-“ “Stop, just stop,” she interrupted, holding up her hand. “You don’t know shit about how to fix a laptop, so I doubt your friend would just give it to you, meaning that its yours,” she said. Carl, then, hung his head, sighing heavily. “Okay, yes, it’s mine. But I swear, its-“ “A good thing that I found it-“ she interrupted him again, “otherwise, I wouldn’t have figured out your real preference in women.” “N-no, babe, you’ve got it all wrong. I like you, I have always-“ “liked women with some curves,” she interrupted again. “Yeah, sorry, but I don’t buy it anymore. I know that you want a woman with some,” she said, smiling as she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them in her hands, which Carl nervously swallowed at. “P-please don’t leave me. I-I’m sorry I looked at that stuff, but please don’t-“ “leave you? Why the hell would I leave you?” she asked – interrupting him yet again. “Sweetie, I’m not going to break up with you. Not now that I know what needs to be done in order to fix this relationship.” Carl opened his mouth to say something, but his confusion at her response kept him from uttering a single word. She giggled at his confused silence. “Trust me, sweetie. This is something we need,” she said, holding up her finger in front of face. The wife giggled as her finger started glowing with a blue light before suddenly turning into a bright flash that blinded him. He protected his eyes from the light by closing them, but in doing so, he immediately lost consciousness and passed out…

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead. Its time to get up.” Carl slowly his eyes as he heard a male voice talking to him. His vision was a little hazy, but he could make out the outline of a man standing over him. “Who are you?” he asked, rubbing the haziness from his eyes. “I’m you, silly,” said the man. “Yeah, aha ha ha ha, and I’m you,” Carl replied sarcastically. “Actually, yes, you are me,” the man said. Carl stopped rubbing his eyes, only for his brows to jump as he lowered his arms and saw, himself standing over him. Wearing all the same clothes as he had just worn a minute ago. “What the fuck-?!” Carl exclaimed, backing away from the man, only to feel that he was sitting down on the couch. He immediately looked down, only for his jaw to drop, hanging slack as he noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything but a cyan shirt. She was not even wearing underwear or anything, leaving her pussy exposed. Wait, pussy?! Carl exclaimed in her head. Reaching down to her crotch, her eyes widened at discovering the truth; her penis was gone, now replaced with a vagina. Gawking at her new form, the man chuckled as he folded his arms over his chest. “Yeah, took some time to get you out of your clothes, but this new strength made it a breeze,” he said, to which Carl looked up from her body towards him, only watch him hold his arms out beside him and flex them. However, while staring at his arms, she noticed that, assuming this man really is her, then he must have done a lot of work-outs in the brief time that she was unconscious because her old body was never that toned. “Who. The. Fuck. Are you?” she slowly asked, beginning to get a little afraid, not just from being turned into a woman but from this creepy motherfucker undressing her while she was unconscious. “Carl, it’s me, Loretta, or more accurately Larry,” he said, putting a hand to his toned, muscular chest. “I used my magic to swap our bodies,” he explained. Carl’s brows jumped, surprised at this revelation. “Loretta?” she asked. “Mm-hmm,” he nodded back. “Okay, what the fuck is going on? Magic or not, why did you swap our bodies?” “I’ve already told you; it’s because I now know what kind of woman interests you,” he said. “You keep saying that, but all you’ve really done is swap our bodies. What does us swapping bodies have to do with my interest in women?” she asked confusedly. Larry just smiled and turned away from her, walking over towards her-or rather-his chair and sat down in it. “Oh, you’ll see~” he replied coyly as he reached down towards his pants, unzipping it before pulling out his cock. Carl gawked at the sight of her husband’s long, thick manhood, almost drooling at the sight of it. He reached down and grabbed his cock, beginning to stroke it up and down, which, in just a few seconds, caused a strange tingling on her skin. Most of it concentrated in her chest. Looking down, she began moaning as she grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them. The tingling – and subsequently her moaning – intensified as he stroked faster, causing her to sit back in the couch. She bit her lip, unable to contain the growing arousal welling up within her. “Ohhh-Mhmmm, stroke it faster, Larry~!” Amidst the pleasure coursing through her body, her breasts slowly inflated bigger. Swelling rounder and larger on her chest. Two faint but rapidly growing blobs dented her shirt. Making it tighter and tighter with every inch added to her breasts. Watching from the chair, Larry smiled as he continued getting himself off, observing his wife’s arousal grew every time he increased his pace. Eventually, her ever-growing breasts were framed by the shirt’s fabric. Getting even tighter as they grew bigger and bigger. Soon, nothing was left to the imagination as they reached the size of overinflated basketballs. And yet, they still kept growing bigger. Carl played with her nipples more intensely, moaning as loud as her lungs could manage. Soon, the buttons on her shirt gaped, exposing parts of her overinflated breasts through the holes, until, eventually- POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! …the buttons finally popped off, revealing her massively inflated bosom in all their firm glory. Carl squealed overjoyed as her breasts burst free of her shirt’s confines, smiling as she reached down and grabbed her boobs, holding them in her hands…or at least she tried. Larry smirked at his wife’s delight of having her breasts inflated like balloons, continuing to stroke his cock a little bit more before finally stopping, causing her breasts to finally stop at the size of huge basketballs. At the same time, she screamed aloud one last time as she was finally driven over the edge. She came on the couch, then sighed softly as she slowly fell back against the couch, still playing with her breasts a little bit more. “You like?” Larry asked as he stood up from the chair, putting his cock pack in his pants and then zipping up the pants. Carla, who softly moaned from the arousal derived from merely playing with her nipples, gently nodded her head. “Mhmm, yes, I like very much~” Carla replied coyly, her eyes closed as she rubbed her nipples, biting her lip as she felt her arousal coming back, even though it had not been long.

Description
Images belong to Taylormadeclips

Edit: I am re-uploading this because the original one was way too small.

*****

One day, Carl and his wife sat in their respective chairs in the living room. His wife had called him down because she wanted to talk with him about something. What, he did not know.
“Carl, I’ve seen your browser history,” she started, to which his eyes widened, and brows jumped. His shock was obvious, so his wife continued. “Yes, I’ve seen what you’ve been looking at online.” “L-listen, babe, you’ve got it all wrong. T-that’s not my computer, I-it’s my friends! Yes, my friend asked me to fix his-“ “Stop, just stop,” she interrupted, holding up her hand. “You don’t know shit about how to fix a laptop, so I doubt your friend would just give it to you, meaning that its yours,” she said. Carl, then, hung his head, sighing heavily. “Okay, yes, it’s mine. But I swear, its-“ “A good thing that I found it-“ she interrupted him again, “otherwise, I wouldn’t have figured out your real preference in women.” “N-no, babe, you’ve got it all wrong. I like you, I have always-“ “liked women with some curves,” she interrupted again. “Yeah, sorry, but I don’t buy it anymore. I know that you want a woman with some,” she said, smiling as she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them in her hands, which Carl nervously swallowed at. “P-please don’t leave me. I-I’m sorry I looked at that stuff, but please don’t-“ “leave you? Why the hell would I leave you?” she asked – interrupting him yet again. “Sweetie, I’m not going to break up with you. Not now that I know what needs to be done in order to fix this relationship.” Carl opened his mouth to say something, but his confusion at her response kept him from uttering a single word. She giggled at his confused silence. “Trust me, sweetie. This is something we need,” she said, holding up her finger in front of face. The wife giggled as her finger started glowing with a blue light before suddenly turning into a bright flash that blinded him. He protected his eyes from the light by closing them, but in doing so, he immediately lost consciousness and passed out…

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead. Its time to get up.” Carl slowly his eyes as he heard a male voice talking to him. His vision was a little hazy, but he could make out the outline of a man standing over him. “Who are you?” he asked, rubbing the haziness from his eyes. “I’m you, silly,” said the man. “Yeah, aha ha ha ha, and I’m you,” Carl replied sarcastically. “Actually, yes, you are me,” the man said. Carl stopped rubbing his eyes, only for his brows to jump as he lowered his arms and saw, himself standing over him. Wearing all the same clothes as he had just worn a minute ago. “What the fuck-?!” Carl exclaimed, backing away from the man, only to feel that he was sitting down on the couch. He immediately looked down, only for his jaw to drop, hanging slack as he noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything but a cyan shirt. She was not even wearing underwear or anything, leaving her pussy exposed. Wait, pussy?! Carl exclaimed in her head. Reaching down to her crotch, her eyes widened at discovering the truth; her penis was gone, now replaced with a vagina. Gawking at her new form, the man chuckled as he folded his arms over his chest. “Yeah, took some time to get you out of your clothes, but this new strength made it a breeze,” he said, to which Carl looked up from her body towards him, only watch him hold his arms out beside him and flex them. However, while staring at his arms, she noticed that, assuming this man really is her, then he must have done a lot of work-outs in the brief time that she was unconscious because her old body was never that toned. “Who. The. Fuck. Are you?” she slowly asked, beginning to get a little afraid, not just from being turned into a woman but from this creepy motherfucker undressing her while she was unconscious. “Carl, it’s me, Loretta, or more accurately Larry,” he said, putting a hand to his toned, muscular chest. “I used my magic to swap our bodies,” he explained. Carl’s brows jumped, surprised at this revelation. “Loretta?” she asked. “Mm-hmm,” he nodded back. “Okay, what the fuck is going on? Magic or not, why did you swap our bodies?” “I’ve already told you; it’s because I now know what kind of woman interests you,” he said. “You keep saying that, but all you’ve really done is swap our bodies. What does us swapping bodies have to do with my interest in women?” she asked confusedly. Larry just smiled and turned away from her, walking over towards her-or rather-his chair and sat down in it. “Oh, you’ll see~” he replied coyly as he reached down towards his pants, unzipping it before pulling out his cock. Carl gawked at the sight of her husband’s long, thick manhood, almost drooling at the sight of it. He reached down and grabbed his cock, beginning to stroke it up and down, which, in just a few seconds, caused a strange tingling on her skin. Most of it concentrated in her chest. Looking down, she began moaning as she grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them. The tingling – and subsequently her moaning – intensified as he stroked faster, causing her to sit back in the couch. She bit her lip, unable to contain the growing arousal welling up within her. “Ohhh-Mhmmm, stroke it faster, Larry~!” Amidst the pleasure coursing through her body, her breasts slowly inflated bigger. Swelling rounder and larger on her chest. Two faint but rapidly growing blobs dented her shirt. Making it tighter and tighter with every inch added to her breasts. Watching from the chair, Larry smiled as he continued getting himself off, observing his wife’s arousal grew every time he increased his pace. Eventually, her ever-growing breasts were framed by the shirt’s fabric. Getting even tighter as they grew bigger and bigger. Soon, nothing was left to the imagination as they reached the size of overinflated basketballs. And yet, they still kept growing bigger. Carl played with her nipples more intensely, moaning as loud as her lungs could manage. Soon, the buttons on her shirt gaped, exposing parts of her overinflated breasts through the holes, until, eventually- POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! …the buttons finally popped off, revealing her massively inflated bosom in all their firm glory. Carl squealed overjoyed as her breasts burst free of her shirt’s confines, smiling as she reached down and grabbed her boobs, holding them in her hands…or at least she tried. Larry smirked at his wife’s delight of having her breasts inflated like balloons, continuing to stroke his cock a little bit more before finally stopping, causing her breasts to finally stop at the size of huge basketballs. At the same time, she screamed aloud one last time as she was finally driven over the edge. She came on the couch, then sighed softly as she slowly fell back against the couch, still playing with her breasts a little bit more. “You like?” Larry asked as he stood up from the chair, putting his cock pack in his pants and then zipping up the pants. Carla, who softly moaned from the arousal derived from merely playing with her nipples, gently nodded her head. “Mhmm, yes, I like very much~” Carla replied coyly, her eyes closed as she rubbed her nipples, biting her lip as she felt her arousal coming back, even though it had not been long.