Next weekend, it happened again.
Once more, Kyle received a cryptic text from Jessie requesting a pick up.
And, once more, when Kyle arrived at Jessie's girlfriend’s place, he texted that he was there. As he waited, he watched the door, wondering what his friend would look like this time.
At last, the door opened, and Kyle saw the familiar face of the blonde girl Jessie had been last time, only now her body and clothes appeared much different. Although she had grown barely half a foot taller than before, she now possessed a cartoonishly curvy hour-glass figure, sporting a pair of tits as big as her head and hips almost half as wide as she was tall. To accentuate this change, her clothes were no longer old-fashioned and modest but modern and revealing, a suitably skimpy outfit, designed to show off as much skin as was legally allowed on such a bimboishly busty body.
She saw Kyle, and for a moment, she looked excited, but then a more embarrassed expression took over. She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder as if readying herself for a battle. Then, she walked toward his car, clip-clopping toward him on high heels, taking mincing steps while inadvertently swinging her hips so widely that walking in a straight line became a struggle. Meanwhile, her huge tits were bouncing so wildly that they seemed liable to pop out of her tube top at any moment.
Somehow, Jessie made it to Kyle's car without falling over or risking an arrest for indecent exposure. She opened the back door and climbed in. Her thick backside filled half of the space available on the back seats, but somehow she managed to wrap a seat belt around that immense posterior.
“Thanks,” was all she said, but when she noticed him staring, she added, “I don't want to talk about it. Let's just go.”
Kyle nodded and drove away from the apartment building, all the while fighting the urge to stare at his absurdly proportioned friend in the rear-view mirror.
When at last they arrived back at Kyle's place, he offered to carry her bag as she waddled up the stairs. Without a word, she let the bag slip from her shoulder and handed it to him. Then, undeterred, she continued her climb up to the second floor.
At last, when they entered Kyle's apartment. She let out a sigh of relief, and declared, “God, what a fucking mess I'm in.”
Kyle set her bag down by the door, then he busied himself with filling the dishwasher, if only to keep himself occupied with something other than Jessie. He hoped that might allow her a chance to be at ease for a little while.
“Thanks, again,” she said as she attempted to take a seat on one of the chairs at his dining room table. However, she was not able to hop up on it as easily as last time and soon gave up trying, deciding instead just to lean her massive ass against the seat for support. “God,” she said, stretching her neck, tilting it side to side. “My back is killing me.”
“Can I…?” Kyle considered how best to word his offer of assistance without it sounding like a come on. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Jessie chuckled in dark amusement. “No,” she replied. “Not unless you've got a genie in your pocket that could undo all of this.”
“Sorry.”
She sighed. “It's enough that I can hide away here for now.”
“Beer?” Kyle offered.
“Yes, please,” Jessie replied. “I was worried you might stop me, again… after last time…”
“You're an adult now… right?” he said, taking a couple of beers from the fridge.
“I think so,” Jessie said, looking down at herself. “I mean, aside from my face I've got all adult parts, that's for sure. Feels… really weird.”
“I bet,” Kyle said, handing his friend a beer.
They both cracked open the cans and took a big sip.
“Wanna do some gaming?" Kyle suggested.
Jessie burped and replied, “I thought you'd never ask.”
***
Jessie had needed a hand from Kyle to take a seat on the couch, but once she made it up onto a cushion, she sank into it comfortably and seemed fully at ease for the first time that day.
They played their favorite shooter for hours, finishing a few beers as they went. When at last, they had started getting silly and began laughing at how they were playing, Jessie finally opened up.
“So, this is what happened,” she said and took a sip from her beer. “I was a little drunk, and we had started talking about music and pop stars. She mentioned something about how the women singers seem to get all the best boyfriends, football players and models and guys like that. I think I said something like ‘Of course they do, a good looking woman like that can get any man she wants.’ That seemed to upset her. I don't really know why. Then, she was like, ‘Oh, so you think if you had a sexy body, then you could get any old guy?’”
“Oh,” Kyle said, starting to understand.
“I woke up like this today,” Jessie said and finished her can. Then, she stared down at her tits. “She told me that I won't go back to normal until I get some guy to make me come.”
Kyle looked over at Jessie and saw her staring blankly off into the distance.
“It won't work if I do it myself,” Jessie explained. “I tried. It didn't take very long. I'm very… sensitive right now. Nothing happened after I finished.” She sighed. “Some guy has to do it for me for it to count, I guess.”
Kyle worried that Jessie might see the bulge in his pants and adjusted how he was sitting.
“There's one more thing,” Jessie said. “She said she'd make it easier for me to go through with it. Not only did she make me a girl, but she also made me attracted to men.”
Kyle was speechless, not sure if there was any good way to reply to that.
Jessie looked over at Kyle and said simply, “I need you.” She gently pulled down her tube top, letting her fat tits pop free one after another. “Please.”
“Y-you sure?”
She nodded.
Kyle closed the game, set down his controller, slid closer to her on the couch. Reaching one arm above and around her to reach her far tit and his other arm for the close one, he cupped the weight of her oversized breasts in his hands. They were surprisingly soft and heavy. He gently fondled her thumb-sized nipples, eliciting a gasp and whimper from her.
He stopped and looked to her to see if she wanted more.
“Keep going,” she said.
He did.
Soon, she was moaning and writhing in pleasure. Her little fingers crept down below her mini-skirt and hooked the band of her panties and pulled them down her thighs. Then, she lifted her skirt up, revealing her puffy, freshly shaved mound to him.
He reached down with one hand, spread her open and saw her little pussy waiting damp and ready for him. He slid his middle finger between the slick lips.
Jessie gasped and squealed as Kyle began slowly plunging his digit in and out of her pussy.
“Faster,” she said and whimpered.
He sped up, and her pleasured writhing and exclamations increased. Then, at last, her body shuddered and a sudden spurt of fluid indicated that she had come at last.
As she gradually came down from the peak of her orgasm, Kyle went to the kitchen to wash his hands and get some paper towels to soak up the damp spot she was making on the couch. When he returned to the living room, she was nowhere to be found. He heard the door shut to his bathroom and saw the light shining from beneath it. Jessie appeared to have left to clean up as well. Kyle wondered if she were feeling awkward about what they had just done.
Thinking over the experience as he dried off the cushion, Kyle realized that he had somewhat enjoyed it, knowing that he had given Jessie so much pleasure. He worried, though, that she might feel embarrassed at having been so vocal and unguarded in her enjoyment.
Eventually, after he had finished with cleaning up and washing his hands again he heard a deep voice from behind the still closed bathroom door.
“Kyle,” Jessie said, his voice sounding masculine again. “I've got a bit of a problem.”
Kyle walked over to the bathroom door and asked, “What's wrong?”
“Well, as you can hear,” Jessie said. “It worked. I'm back to normal. However, now I have nothing to wear.”
“Oh,” Kyle said. “I'll grab you some sweats. Hold on.”
“Cool,” Jessie said. “I'm going to take a quick shower, just leave them on the floor outside of the door.”
Kyle gathered up his largest sweatpants and roomiest hoodie and left them for Jessie. He then grabbed the sandals he had lent to Jessie before and set them down besides the sweats. After that, he waited in the living room for Jessie to finish. About 20 minutes later, Jessie walked into the living room, wearing Kyle's clothes, which were stretched tight over his huge masculine body.
“Thanks,” he said, seeming uncharacteristically nervous.
“Want to do some more gaming?” Kyle suggested.
Jessie shook his head and replied, “I'd rather just head home.”
“Can I give you a ride?”
Again, Jessie shook his head and hurried to the door. “I'm fine. I feel like a walk. Need to… clear my head. I'll text you later.”
Jessie was out of the door before Kyle could even say “Goodbye.”