I was stolen from my depressing thoughts when the stone began to glow ominously. It wasn't like the previous times where I had used the stone, when it flashed brightly once and the change was done. This time it glowed once, then dimmed, then glowed brighter, then dimmed again but not as much. Each time the stone glowed brighter it also seemed to get bigger, or at least the ball of light emanating out of it did. By the third pulse the edge of it was reaching up to my forearm. And when it retracted I discovered that it was much more dangerous that just a pretty white light.
Because the appendage that emerged from the shrinking glow wasn't mine.
Delicate and feminine, but yet strong at the same time, the arm was such a pale white I could see my blue veins clearly in it. My new fingers were long and slender, each one ending in a ocean blue nail perfectly manicured into little two inch daggers. Even though the arm was at least half an inch narrower than before, somehow I could feel that it was at least as strong as my old one.
My mind had just barely begun to process what had happened when the stone pulsed out again. This it expanded until it had reached a good way into my chest, curiously disintegrating the entirety of the front of my shirt. But it was when it shrunk back that the strangest thing yet happened. It seemed like two points of the sphere attached themselves to two points on my chest. And those two points happened to be my nipples. As the sphere retracted it lost contact with all parts of my skin except for them, which it apparently decided to take with it.
It wasn't a painful sensation. Having my chest pulled forward by those two highly sensitive points as magically produced fatty tissue formed within to fill the space. No, it wasn't painful at all. Growing breasts was the most erotic thing I had then experienced so far.
The sphere of light didn't release them until then were pulled out at least five inches from my chest. I am ashamed to admit that my frequent encounters with online photography taught my that my new, chest, was on the upper end of a generous E cup. Maybe it's just a part of being a guy, but when I looked down at those perfect teardrop shaped mounds of creamy flesh capped with thimble sized nipples, I found it impossible not to drop the stone down to the floor between my feet and grasp them.
They were so soft, so warm, and so, so sensitive. Just barely running my fingers along the curved form sent a powerful tingling through my body. And then when I brushed over my nipples, oh my god, it was like I was suddenly lifted up into a cloud where nothing else mattered. But then the stone pulsed again.
And this last one swelled large enough to completely envelope me.
