Stuck Part 7: Beth
by compound37
I couldn’t believe he ran out like that. One moment I was having some of the best sex ever with Adam and the next he was freaking out that I was in some way using him! What did I do? Was it because I wanted him to morph me? If he thought I was working him into some kind of fantasy of mine, well of course he was right; but I wasn’t trying to keep him here against his will! It was just that I got so caught up in him that I wasn’t really as aware as I could have been with how fast the days were going by. Was I pushing him like he thought I was? I definitely encouraged him to stay morphed, to encourage him and get him used to his new powers, but it looks like he wants to stay himself rather than accept that he can change himself and others almost at will now. Which, I realized he can do better in some respects than I can. I’ve never been able to morph others as much as he can, what I did to him before was almost the limit of what I knew how to do. Chelsea wasn’t into it, and she was the only one that was still in my life after learning about my powers. Adam could somehow do it naturally, where he was able to add and remove breasts from me almost at will and merged with me as well.
“Beth.”
It was absolutely incredible, being morphed by someone else was one of my lingering fantasies after opening the box.
“Beth!”
And now that--
“BETH! Hey, down here! Stop staring into nothing.” Chelsea said. “And why are you naked? And why was Adam running out just now? And what the hell happened to me?”
On the floor in front of me was Chelsea, or at least what was left of her. In his rush to get out, Adam bumped into Chelsea as she was coming in the door, and that must have spooked him, causing him to lose control of his powers for a moment. The result lay on the floor at my feet.
I bent down to pick up Chelsea’s limbless form, her sleeves and pant legs dangling under her, and cradled her against my chest. She looked so helpless it just felt right to carry her like a child. I sat down on the couch still cradling her.
“I, I don’t know.” I said, feeling tears well up inside.
Chelsea was unamused: “Well, I think I know why you’re naked, but if you think that cradling me like this is going to make me feel like anything like an infant you’re dead wrong. What. The. Hell. Did. Adam. Do. Did he hurt you?”
“He, well he just kind of ran out, after I he morphed me during sex.”
“Did he leave you like me right now? Because I can tell you that this is awful and it sucks. If he left you like this and did something you didn’t agree to, his ass is grass.” Chelsea said.
“No, no nothing like that. He just added stuff. I encouraged him. But it really threw him for a loop how easy it was for him to morph other people. You wouldn’t believe it, it came completely natural to him. Himself, he’s kind of like how I was, but I think when he’s turned on or under some kinds of mental stress he can really cut loose on his powers. He thought they were dangerous. Like, if he saw someone and felt any sort of attraction to them, they might wind up accidentally changed. He didn’t want that.”
“Well, I guess I’m the proof then, because if he does this by accident to someone, he could do some serious damage. Beth, I’m not going to sugarcoat it, but he’s right.”.
“I don’t know why he would run out like that though, he seemed so fine here.” I said.
“Beth, Adam’s a good guy, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all probably you. He left because, well, my guess is that it’s all coming too fast to him, throw in that he actually kind of just met you, and it’s stressful on the poor guy.”
“But I let him know everything, I encouraged him, let him do whatever he wanted with his powers to try and get used to them. That’s how I was able to come to terms with them in the end.” My voice was cracking, tears were running freely down my cheeks. How could I have done something wrong? I still didn’t get it.
“Except, remember when we found out what your powers were after opening the box? You were a mess, we had to almost literally rebuild you inside and outside. You had to put a lot of structure in your life to get here. You’re a structured girl, Beth. You always had to-do lists and deadlines and reports due in school, hell you even moved parts of the lab into the third room. Adam could probably use that in his life right now.” Chelsea said. Her words weren’t comforting, but she was starting to make sense.
“Then I’ll go find him! I bet if I could help Adam along, give him actual pointers and reinforcement, especially the mental reinforcement he needed, it would work out. He just needs a teacher.”
“Beth, I don’t think so. I know you think you connected on him on some deeper level, but have you ever thought that this may have been just a fling? You might have just projected a lot onto him.” Chelsea said.
That was the last straw, I broke down, doubled over sobbing onto my knees, naked on my couch. Why was she always so right? I didn’t want her to be. I wanted Adam to be mie, those three days we had were so, magical. I’d seen Chelsea have a couple short term flings before, and they were nothing like what Adam and I had between us. But, I had been out of the game for so long, it might have just been me seeing more in him than I thought was there. I didn’t even know where he lived, not even his phone number. It might be best that I let him cool down and work it out for himself.
As I was sobbing, Chelsea flopped her limbless torso over me, trying her best to rub her shoulder in little patterns across my back in a comforting way. “Hey Beth, I know that it seems harsh, but really this is the best thing you can do for yourself right now, just let it all come out. But, please, for the love of god, can you please fix these stumps?”
I straightened myself out, causing Chelsea to roll back behind me on the couch, tangled up in her half-empty work uniform. I pulled myself back together after a few moments, dressed myself and came back to try and fix Chelsea.
It still surprised me to see such a radical morph come from Adam by complete accident. I hadn’t really had much of an opportunity to use my powers on others, and probably the most I ever did was morph Adam into me, but that seemed to be more an ‘internal morph’ than an ‘external morph.’ Hard to say, the logic for magic is fuzzy at best. I reached down and straightened Chelsea up onto her hips, and leaned her back into the couch. I reached down to her waist and began to pull her shirt up.
“Hey! What’s the big idea?” Chelsea protested, wiggling her body in an attempt to keep her work polo on.
“Well, I need room to work. We don’t want you growing arms and legs into seams in the clothing and hurting yourself, don’t we? Now, slide down and lemme take those pants off.”
Scrunching her nose, Chelsea scooted her hips forward as I pulled off her pants. She sat in front of me in her bra and panties, and I noticed that her shoulders and hips where her arms should be were practically flawless skin, as if she’d never had limbs there in the first place. Chelsea was still unimpressed with her situation, she didn’t like being morphed, or at least not often. Our threesome (I still maintain it was a twosome) romp had been a one-time occurrence so far. She’d experimented with me changing her slightly, but my limited external morphs had left her with no more than slightly larger breasts or an extra finger or two.
“Is this going to hurt?” She asked.
“You know better than that, Chels, it’s just going to feel like a light buzzing, same as I’ve always said. It might be uncomfortable if you’re not used to it.”
She leaned back into the couch: “Well, get on with it then, I’m ready.”
I closed my eyes, and brought up the warm transformation power within me, letting it fill my body with heat. In my head I projected an image of Chelsea as I remembered her with her long toned arms and legs with a hint of a tan. I forced the image into my head as I felt the power leave me and flow into her, her soft moans telling me that it was working. After a few seconds of concentration I opened my eyes to see Chelsea writhing on the couch in what definitely appeared to be sexual bliss, her hips flexing as if to spread herself and her shoulders sagging down in a vain attempt to stroke herself.
“Beth,” Chelsea moaned, “This is great and all, but I don’t think that my arms are in my chest. It was then that I noticed that something had gone awry. Chelsea’s chest was swelling, her small pert breasts were beginning to strain her bra against her. Her eyes snapped open as she realized what was happening. Her small A cup breasts were beginning to overflow her top, and as they pulled her down lower and lower, I could see her glaring at me as they filled out her chest.
I immediately cut the flow of power as I leaned forward to help her. Her bra strap was digging into her back, and I pulled her up by the shoulders to unhook it. As I pulled it off, her new massive breasts flopped forward, their weight pulling her down onto her stomach. Still glaring up at me, I sheepishly grinned as I pulled her back up onto her hips.
“Sorry about that, hon. I told you I’m not good with changing others. You look cute though.”
“Cute for a helpless porn star. I thought you had this shit figured out? Beth I’m not sure if you noticed but I have huge fucking tits now, I liked them the way they were, and I also liked not being an invalid. Fix. This.”
“Ok, one more try.” I calmed myself down with a couple deep breaths, and pulled up the mental image I had of the Chelsea’s original body. Concentrating as hard as I could on her, I pushed the image as hard as I could onto her, and fixated on her shoulders and hips. I could feel the energy flow into her, and I could feel faint tinges of feeling in my own shoulders as I felt her own changes taking place. I could feel her hips and shoulders getting bigger as something pushed out from them, small masses of flesh that hadn’t shaped itself into arms and legs yet. I opened my eyes to get a good view of what they looked like, and was greeted with quite the sight.
Growing from the shoulders and hips were large fleshy lumps that, upon closer inspection, were definitely more breasts. The ones at her hips were enormous, H or I cup at the very least with huge nipples to match. I’d gotten myself halfway there, at least. Chelsea returned to her glaring, intensely frowning face.
“Beth, I thought you’d said you’d fixth thith, waith whath the thuck.” Chelsea tried to say, as her tongue rapidly thickened and expanded out of her mouth. It now hung beyond her chin, holding her mouth open. It was too big to get back into her mouth, try as she might. Her eyes shot daggers at me, I’m certain that if looks could kill, I’d be vaporized on the spot.
“I guess I’m not doing too well here am I?” I said, trying to lighten the situation. Chelsea merely shook her head, not breaking eye contact. Her tongue flopped side to side. I knew that tongues were something I could change on my own, so I changed hers back to normal.
“This isn’t working, Beth.” Chelsea groaned. “These things weigh a ton on my shoulders.”
As I closed my eyes to try and reverse the changes I’d made, Chelsea yelped back at me “nonononono Beth, stop! Please! No more!” She shrugged, GG cup breasts on her shoulders wobbling. “As much as you don’t want to hear this right now, I think Adam is the only chance we have to fix me. There must be something from his magic blocking your magic, or something.”
I agreed. “Makes as much sense as any of this, guess we have no choice then.” Even though Chelsea had every right to be mad at Adam for what he did, even if it was an accident, I was secretly happy that she was willing to try and get him back here. She was right before, that maybe we needed some time apart, but I still felt really strongly about him, despite what she said. First things first though, was that he and I were too busy to do anything like swap phone numbers. I mean why would we? We were stuck together for the better part of a day and inseparable after that. Maybe he left something in my room that I could use to piece it together.
As I entered my room, I started rifling through the closet to find something to wear, settling on a pair of small jean shorts and a tank top under a big sweater. It was almost summer out, but I needed something warm around me. As I pulled the sweater off the ground at the bottom of my closet where I left it before, I hit the jackpot: Adam’s dead cell phone. He must have a contact in there who can help me find him. He mentioned his roommate Ed a while ago, maybe I could give him a call. After popping the phone on the charger, I turned it on only to be blocked by a passcode lock. Damn! I was so close. Looking around further revealed no further clues as to his whereabouts, dejected, I walked out to the living room.
Chelsea was lying on her side on the couch, her hip and shoulder breasts on that side smushed into the cushion, while her shoulder breast on the top side had flopped into her normally placed ones, pressing them together. I broke the bad news to her that I hadn’t had any luck with his phone.
“Ugh, this is going to be sucky. Even with all this online crap and we still have to find someone the hard way. Well, you are at least. I’m not going anywhere like this. Good thing I don’t work tomorrow.” Chelsea said.
“Yeah, I’ll see if I can find him online or something tonight. You need anything? You can’t exactly help yourself right now.”
“Really I just need to go to bed. I’m just so exhausted from all of these changes. Is this how it felt for you? Right after you opened the box?”
“Kind of, but I had arms when you found me, remember? Six arms and three legs.” I tried to pick up Chelsea, but her gigantic breasts were obstructing any handholds I could get on her body. I added two more arms to myself, around my hips, so they came up from under my sweater, and lifted Chelsea by her leg breasts and her back.
I carried her into her room and tucked her into her bed, only her head was visible above the sheets. Chelsea shivered a bit as the silky sheets brushed over her multitude of nipples. It was interesting to see her reactions to her first real transformation experience, these were things I’d largely forgotten over a year and a half.
I closed the door to Chelsea’s room and walked back to mine. Grabbing my phone I tried finding any trace of Adam I could find, but to no avail. He mentioned his last name before, but it must have some kind of incomprehensible spelling quirks, as I couldn’t find him online anywhere. Just as I was about to give up for the night, a loud buzzing came from Adam’s phone on the bedside table. He was getting a call in the middle of the night, and when I flipped the phone over to see who it was, the screen showed a picture of a very pretty black girl apparently named ‘Felicia <3.’
Holy shit, I was furious. Was I really just one of many with Adam? I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I just about threw the phone across the room in frustration when I realized that this might be my only chance at finding out where he is; that, and finding out what the hell Adam was playing at with this girl. I answered the phone.
“...Hello?” I tentatively asked, the frustration in me somehow evaporating as I spoke, being replaced with apprehension.
“Hi, um, this is Felicia. Who is this?” The voice on the other end said.
“I’m Beth. Listen, I know you’re calling for Adam, but he’s not here. He left his phone at my house.” I put a tiny bit of emphasis on ‘my house,’ just to be sure.
“Ah, you must be THE Beth Adam told me about today. Look, no hard feelings, Beth, but there’s a reason I’m calling and not Adam. He kind of needs that phone back, and he warned me you might be a bit standoffish.”
It hit me, this is how I could get a hold of him. Despite what he may have thought of me, I needed him to undo what he and I did to Chels.
“Yeah, um, I can get the phone to him tomorrow. Do you know where he lives? I don’t have the address.”
“Yeah, we live at 1287 East Cedar Ave. See you tomorrow I guess.”
“Wait. We?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re roommates. What, did you think Adam was playing you?”
“Uh, no, it’s just that I thought Ed was his roommate.”
“Ed’s my boyfriend. Adam knows better than that. Are you really that paranoid about him?” That question was pretty up front for a total stranger.
“Uh, right, 1287 East Cedar Ave. See you then.” I hung up.
I didn’t know what to make of that phone call. On one hand Felicia implied that Adam was still mad at me, but she also implied that he wasn’t quite over me. Either way, I might have another shot with him, and I’ll hopefully be able to get him back here to fix Chelsea. I didn’t mention the situation with Chelsea during the call, out of habit for not revealing my powers, but the way Felicia said ‘THE Beth,’ Adam may have already done that for me. It may have slipped out, especially if he transformed in front of his roommates, like I did.
I got out of bed to tell Chelsea the news, but when I turned on her lights I noticed that she wasn’t in her bed anymore. She had somehow inchwormed her way out of the blankets and onto the floor, where she was trying to scooch herself to her dresser. She collapsed on the floor in the sudden light and groaned.
“Beth, why now? Goddamn that’s bright.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I managed to figure out where Adam lives, and I’m going over there tomorrow and hopefully we can come back and fix you.” I felt an evil grin come across my face. “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to reach something now would you?”
“Come on, Beth. Don’t mock me like this. I’m not trying to grab anything, just, um, my massager. Not the phallic kind.”
“Uh huh, right. Now how were you planning on using it?”
“By, um, laying on it. With my breasts. I mean come on, these things are so sensitive.”
“Seems like you’re enjoying this morph after all.”
Her eyes cast downward. “Yeah...After a while I can see why you like this so much. Especially since it always winds up so sexual.”
I grabbed the back massager out from the drawer. It was a small egg-shaped plastic device. I put it on the bed, turned it on, then placed Chelsea on top of it. “There. Better?”
“Much, goodnight.”
I left, hearing the sounds of Chelsea very much enjoying the device against her multitude of breasts as I went to my room, undressed, and went to bed.
*****
The next morning after I had a quick shower I made some eggs for Chelsea and I. After helping her eat, I propped her up on the couch to wait until I came back, hopefully with Adam. Chelsea would likely have to wait a while, and in her helpless state I wanted to at least make her comfortable.
“Need anything? You’re gonna have to be patient and be a couch potato for a little while.” I said.
“Well, today’s my day off anyway, just leave the TV on and get me a straw and some pepsi or something.” She said.
So I left her, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with a couple straws inserted into each other to allow her to sip on her drink while she was forcefully catching up on some missed TV. She seemed comfortable enough, quickly zoning out as she always did during her day off. I stepped out to the bright summer day, immediately blinded by the glare, and by keeping myself inside for the better part of the last couple days.
I followed the parkway that Adam and I had followed before a few days ago. My mind was swimming with emotion. I was anxious to see him in a couple ways. Last night’s cryptic phone call with Felicia told me that he might not be angry with me, at least enough to return his phone, but he didn’t speak with me directly. I really hope he didn’t think I was using him anymore, as he implied. I turned the thought over in my head as I tried to figure out how to salvage the budding relationship between us. Clearly, we would both have to get over whatever baggage Adam would have considering his mixed feelings with regards to his transformation powers. Considering I had the experience, I could reverse any changes Adam would accidentally place on me. But I was overzealous on him exploring his more freaky side, I should have listened to him when he said that he wanted to be normal, or at least have the option to stay normal. The desperate longing for control over yourself was something I’d displaced with fully embracing it, as Chelsea put it. And she actually seemed to be adjusting fairly well, but that could have been because I’d been waiting on her hand and foot, or, boob and boob. I suppose the best way to lead Adam along would be to listen to him, and go incrementally, rather than-
My concentration was broken when I stepped on a sharp rock on the path between our houses. Not only that, but I’d gone much further than I thought I had in the short amount of time. As I bent down to pick the rock out of my foot, I noticed that I wasn’t wearing any shoes.
Or any pants for that matter.
Subconsciously, I had changed myself into a humantaur, where my original shorts and shoes were on my rear legs, leaving the front ones totally naked. Covering myself quickly I darted into the bushes as I thought I’d heard some people coming up the path, trying not to step on anything sharp with my front forefeet. I was so embarrassed, if I was so lost in thought as to not notice that, what if I hadn’t noticed anyone else? Even if I had embraced my more freaky side with these changes, I was a far cry from a full nudist! Emerging from under the bushes as the joggers hustled by, I stood up on my rear legs to change myself back by shrinking my lower torso and forelegs back down. I made a mental note to learn from Adam when it came to controlling yourself, as these subconscious changes were happening more and more whenever I thought about him.
I eventually came to his house, apparently he, Felicia and Ed lived in the upper floor of the old house, so I approached the front door and knocked. I heard a quick commotion of voices behind the door followed by what sounded like someone running up to it. Felicia opened the door slowly at first, then swung it wide when she saw me.
“Beeeth! How’re you doing! Come right on in!” she beamed. Her change in demeanor from last night’s phone call made no sense, why was she treating me like family all of a sudden?
“It’s so good to finally meet you! I know we haven’t really met, but I’m so glad you’re here!” She said, bringing me in for a hug. She was a lot taller than I am, my face pressed into her chest, and that’s when it hit me:
Felicia had three breasts.
She released the hug, and brought me up the entrance stairs and into the house. In the kitchen there was a very tall man with powerful shoulders sitting in a chair eating some food. Adam was nowhere in sight.
“Ed, this is Bethany, Bethany, this is Ed. Say hi Ed.” The big guy in the chair rose and shook my hand with a quick grin, quickly returning to his eggs.
I felt offput by the whole situation. “It’s just Beth actually, I’m not big on the Bethany thing.” I said. “I brought Adam’s phone though, do you know where he is? He and I have to talk.”
“That’s probably not the best thing right now, poor guy’s in a bit of a...state.” Ed said, finally speaking. He cast his eyes downward: “He and I have been friends for years, and we talk about everything, and while he told us about you, and, what you’re capable of...he worked himself up quite a lot. There might be some things he doesn’t want to talk about right now. He’s usually best if left alone for a while.”
A pit opened up in my stomach. I really did hurt him without meaning it. I had my work cut out for me. Even if I couldn’t save the relationship between us, I had to get him to my house to get Chelsea’s arms and legs back.
“I still want to talk to him,” I said, “even if he wants a clean break, or whatever from me, I still need to hear it all from him. He’s a good guy, and I know he’d rather talk to me rather than let me hang in the wind. Not to mention, I need his help with something. It might have to do with what he didn’t want to talk about, but I need his help fixing it.”
Felicia crossed her arms, “What do you think, Ed?” Ed simply shrugged.
“Alright, let’s see if sleepyhead wants to be a big boy about it all this.” Felicia said.
As she led me out of the room, she quickly grabbed my shoulders and steered me into another one. This room must have been hers and Ed’s, with a big bed in the middle. She quickly closed the door and turned to me.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
“Look, I need your help too.” She whispered. “There’s a reason I gave you that hug.”
“The third boob?”
“Yeah, I need you to fix it.”
“Why? Can’t Adam fix it? He obviously told you that he can change people, if you have it. Was it by accident?”
“No this wasn’t an accident, I wanted it, but he’s locked himself in his room, and it’s bothering the hell out of me. After he told us about what happened, I talked to him in private about what he could do. I had him give this to me so I could surprise Ed. Ed seemed entertained by the story of you two-”
I scrunched my face: “Entertained? How much did Adam tell you two?”
Felicia winced: “...Enough. Like Ed said, they talk about everything. Don’t worry though your secrets are safe with us.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Getting past that, what happened after he added the breast?”
“Well, Ed and I had some great sex…”
I looked back up at her, “Really?!”
“Just returning the favour. Anyway, Adam’s not too keen on removing it. Apparently he’s ‘too good at taking stuff off’ or whatever that means.” She said.
“I hate to say it, but I can’t really help you. That’s kind of why I need his help, Felicia. He’s gotta remove, or should I say, ‘add’ some stuff back to my roommate. I can’t reverse whatever he changes. It’s some law of this magic, apparently. I just found that one out last night.”
“You serious? What’ll happen if you try anyway?”
“Well, how many more of those would you like? Because that’s what happens when I try to fix it, apparently.” I said.
“Oh goddamn it, he’s got some explaining to do. He didn’t say *anything* about your roommate apart from that you and her-”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I interjected, walking forward and opening the door.
I knocked on Adam’s door, “Adam?” I asked.
I heard a rustling behind the door.
“Adam, you’re not going to shirk yourself out of this one. Beth’s here, and I know what you did. Grow up.” Felicia said.
“How does she even know where I live?” He asked.
“Your phone, dumbass. You left it at her house.” Felicia said.
“Tell her I don’t want to talk about it.”
This childishness was annoying me. “Adam, I’ve heard enough. I’m coming in.”
“Wait don’t! I’m-”
“I’ve already seen you in every form of naked you can imagine.” I said, opening the door.
Adam’s room was very dark. He’d drawn the curtains so nobody could see in. I could see him sitting on his bed, standing to meet me. He currently had three legs, with a couple of dicks between each one. His torso looked like one stacked on top of the other, where his upper torso started at the shoulders of the lower torso. The lower torso had four arms, the top had none. When he stood up, he had to crane his top torso over so as not to hit his head on the ceiling.
“That’s a different look for you.” I said, closing the door behind me.
He blushed. “I’m not quite in total control here. I get excited, I change. The change makes me horny, I change some more.” He shrugged all six shoulders as his torsos returned to normal form.
“We need to talk. About last night. You just freaked out and ran. You need to come back.”
“Beth, if you’re here to try and force me into your fantasies again, I’m not having any of it. Do you know what it feels like to be like this? My body is betraying me all the time, and it’s because you convinced me I wanted it based on some fantasy of yours to have more people like you.”
His words stung. Clearly, Ed was wrong and letting Adam stew on it wasn’t the right option. This was a childish streak I hadn’t seen in him. Not only was he twisting what I said to make him some kind of victim, he was clearly still enjoying what the box had done for him. He had definitely enjoyed the humantaur sex, and clearly his quad masturbation session last night had been fun.
“Adam, I’m not here for any of that. You knew what you were getting yourself into, I told you what happened to me, and you did it anyway. You’re just going through what I did a year and a half ago, and you need to own up to that. Yes, it’s beyond strange, and I’ll be the first to admit that, but it comes with responsibility, on my part and yours.”
He glared at me: “You mean like not teaching me to change back like I asked?”
“Yes, and I apologize. I’m so so sorry Adam. I got ahead of myself there. I hope you understand. But I know you liked it. Don’t lie.”
He looked away and blushed a little. I could see the stirrings in one of his four dicks. “Yeah. No lie there.” He sighed. “May as well not lie about Felicia either, I gave her a boob last night after I told her everything.”
“I know. She asked me to remove it, because you can’t, apparently.”
“I can’t, really!” He said, “I can change a lot of things, like with you, but controlling it is hard. It took a ton of concentration to get hers to work, and I don't’ think I can fix it without taking everything else off while I’m at it. Why can’t you do it?”
“Because I actually can’t. Apparently I can’t change what you change on other people. I can change me back because I already could, but not someone else.”
“So that means Chelsea?” He asked.
“Is still stuck at my house. And you need to fix her. You need to own up, that’s the responsibility I mentioned.”
He put his head in his hands. “I can’t. How can I fix others correctly if I can’t even change myself correctly? I can’t be out there, I might hurt someone if I got a random stiffy or something!”
“Maybe I can help with that. What if I helped you fix yourself, like I ignored earlier. Would you fix Felicia then? It’s a small job, as these things go.”
He thought for a moment. “Okay. It’s for the greater good, I suppose.”
I motioned for him to lay down on his bed, legs off the side.
“Okay, now take a deep breath in, and focus your energy on your leg.”
I felt his middle leg start to get warm and pulse faintly. “Now, I want you to focus on that thigh.” I put my hands on his foot and began to guide the leg back into his body. His hips swelled slightly as his thigh retracted back into him, then narrowed as his calf, foot and buttock were removed. He looked normal from the waist down, with the exception of the quadruple copies of his dick.
“Good, okay now the cocks. Just think of one of them, same with the balls.”
I wrapped my hands around the four of them, they were growing erect in my hands as they merged together into one big cock. At full mast this thing was enormous, comically large even. I could feel his arousal start to cause changes within my own body. I helped him reshape the enormous dong into something more realistic. A small dribble of precum leaked out as he released his held breath. He sat up to face me, and I held my hands up in a shrug and smiled.
“That’s all there is to it! No problem at all.” I said, pulling in the pair of breasts on my back that he added back without him noticing. The little white lie wouldn’t mean anything to him, especially since Chelsea needed him.
“Well that was good, really good. You sure you don’t want the monster dong? We never did do monster dong.” He said. He even retracted his arms back on his own.
I laughed, and his eyes lit up like they do when I laugh.
“Come on, I’ll get dressed and you get Felicia.” He said, getting off the bed.
A couple moments later and I had Felicia in the room with Adam and I standing in front of her. Felicia had removed her shirt, apparently having none of the exhibitionist qualms I did. Her three breasts were a deep brown colour, with perky black nipples.
“Just do what I did, and that should work, Adam.” I said.
I watched him close his eyes, and reaching out for her chest, he laid his hand on her inner boob and begin to focus. Felicia’s eyes fluttered as she leaned her head back. Adam's hand began to push inward as her third breast receded. I quickly checked on her to make sure nothing funny was happening, and I was delighted to see that all was going smoothly. Within moments Felicia was back to normal. Adam opened his eyes and beamed, proud of what he’d been able to do with little instruction. This whole incremental progress thing was really working!
“Come on, I think Chelsea’s netflix marathon is almost up. That, or she’s out of pepsi. You don’t want to deal with her when she’s out of either and stuck the way she is.”
“Stuck the way she is?” Felicia asked, apprehensively.
I turned away, Adam grimaced. “Uh, remember when I said I’m really good at removing things?”
Felicia’s eyes narrowed: “Yeah…”
“I kind of removed her...limbs...by accident.”
Her eyes went wide. “Now you tell me. And you left her like that?”
“She kind of got used to it, at least.” I said.
“Still, Adam, you asshole! No wonder Beth was worried sick to find you. First you ditch her then you leave that out last night? You’ve got a lot of apologizing to do if you wanna keep Beth here.” She pulled me in, boobs again in my face.
“Yeah, that’s where we’re going now. I’ll drive.”
*****
Adam and I arrived back at my apartment. We opened the door to find that Chelsea had untangled herself from the blankets, and had sprawled out on the couch, as best she could with her breasts flopping all over the place. She was sleeping softly while the TV was still playing reruns.
“You didn’t mention those!” Adam hissed, pointing at the massive breasts that had replaced the limbs Adam removed.
“Yeah, that’s what happened when I tried to fix it. I can’t get around it. Whenever I try to undo what you did, something else happens. I can remove what I did, but not what you did.
I shook Chelsea awake, setting her upright in front of the two of us. She yawned, trying to stretch on the couch. Her short blonde hair was a mess.
“Just bury me. I’m bored to death.” She said, eyes half-lidded with sleep. “You can only watch so much Seinfeld in a day.”
“Hey Chels, sorry for what I did yesterday.” Adam said.
She looked up to him. “Just so long as you fix this the first time. Beth tried and now look at me.”
“You ready to get out of this?” I asked.
“Nah, just spoonfeed me another meal and I’m good. No, seriously, give me my arms and legs back.” She said.
“Hokay, one huge apology, coming right up.” Adam closed his eyes, and extended his hands. He grabbed onto her shoulder breasts and began to focus. Chelsea’s eyes fluttered like Felicia’s and she let out a soft moan. Her moans increased in volume and intensity, and it became clear that Adam’s work wasn’t doing anything but bring her closer to orgasm. She began gyrating her hips on the couch and squealing, when Adam opened his eyes it was too late, she was over the edge and she flopped to the side, quivering in her panties.
“That was kinda unexpected.” Adam said.
I set Chelsea upright again, and tried to undo my own work. After all, it would make sense if Adam couldn’t undo any changes I’d made. I set myself to work, imagining in my mind Chelsea’s form from last night, with her original small breasts and limbless state. I could feel the changes happening in my head, but nothing outward appeared to be happening to Chelsea, until I saw her face scrunch up in confusion. Her puckered lips extended up and down, overtaking her nose, and eventually becoming a full vagina.
She glared at me. Hard. Exactly like last night, but worse. I’d had a pussyface before, and it wasn’t exactly unpleasant, it was actually pretty enjoyable, but if you’re not expecting it…
She started making some muffled noises at me that I could only imagine were the angriest curses she could throw at me.
“Didn’t you already try that?” Adam said. “If she doesn’t change back when either of us try, is she going to be stuck like that?” Chelsea shot daggers at him. “It’s like there’s both of our power mingling in there.”
Something about the way he said that struck me. “Both of us mingling in there.” A sudden idea came to me. “Come on.” I said, as I pulled him into my room. I pulled off his shirt while a second pair of arms pulled down my pants.
“Any idea what you’re up to? Is now really the time?” He asked, as I pulled down his pants and puled my shirt over my head.
“‘Both of us mingling in there.’ You said it, you’re a genius.” I said, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in close. “I bet, that if we do it at the same time, we’ll just block each other’s effects, but, if we were to try and change her, *together*...”
“I get what you’re saying.” Adam said. “You think that if we try to change her while sharing the same body, we’ll have the same ‘mingling’ and it’ll actually work?”
“That’s the idea.” I said, pulling the two of us onto my bed and starting the change.
“So does this mean we’re good?” Adam asked, as his body and mind began to flow into mine.
Adam and I emerged from my room and walked back to Chelsea. We were in the same form that we originally found ourselves in, with his head and penis on my body, but with his arms added. Chelsea gave us a quizzical look as we approached. “We think we have a way of making it work.” I said. “If we both try to change you at the same time, sharing the same body, the mingling of our magic inside of you should respond.” Adam said.
I approached Chelsea and held her breasts in my hands. Adam reached for her shoulders. I could feel his arousal at holding such a massive pair of breasts, and remembered our romp from the day before. Our dick grew hard in her face, and she looked up at us, her face starting to get a bit wet.
“If you wanna.” Adam said. Chelsea plunged her face onto our dick, her head bobbing back and forth as she fucked us and used her jaw muscles to contract her facial vagina on our cock at the same time. As he closed his eyes and began to concentrate, I could feel his morphing power flow through me as well. I added my power to his, and slowly I could feel the knot inside of Chelsea unbinding. Her breasts in my hands were shrinking, returning to their normal size, as her arm breasts were lengthening and forming the contours of her toned biceps. Her nipples spread into hands which wrapped around our body as she pushed us onto the couch, still face fucking us. Her legs quickly followed suit, reforming to what they once were, raising her off the couch into a more natural position. I could feel her face start to contract, as she moaned in response to the sensations on her face pussy. She reached her hand to her original vagina, and rubbed vigorously, bringing herself to near orgasm while pulling her face off our dick. She finished off our cock as her face changed back while she orgasmed, eventually returning her nose and mouth into a big smile.
“Oh my god that is so much better.” She smiled as she stretched out, touching her toes and taking a few limber steps. “Finally back to normal. That was some good thinking, Beth. You gonna change yourself back? Or are we keeping this one around now that it looks like you two made up?”
I leaned over and kissed Adam on the cheek.
“Nah, I think I’m stuck with her now.” Adam said, as I laughed and hugged our shared torso with all four arms. It was going to be a good summer break.