Andy leaned across the completely naked Christine and began rubbing her giant breasts. Each one was almost as big as her head - way bigger than her normal C-cups.
Christine giggled mindlessly as she felt her master caress her tits with his hand. Then, Andy entered her. The now-dimwitted blond yelled out in her ecstasy as her orgasm hit. And her yelling continued on and on and on ...
BEEP ... BEEP ... BEEP ...
Andy opened his eyes. He looked down and saw that he had his hand down his pants, stroking his hard-on. "Man, what a dream. I haven't had anything like that for a while."
He turned around to turn off the alarm clock and that's when it hit him.
The alarm was going off.
He turned off the alarm and turned towards his girlfriend. "Christine! It's morning! You didn't wake up during the night!" he yelled, excitedly. Obviously, those pills that he got from that magic shop did the trick.
The form underneath the bed covers squirmed a bit, then Andy heard Christine's voice. But there was something wrong with it. It sounded more bubbly than normal. Almost breathy even. "It's morning?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
"What time is it?"
"Just past six-thirty."
"So, there's plenty of time to continue where we left off."
"Left off?"
The covers were pulled back and Andy got a shock. In the place of Christine was a voluptuous big-breasted blond version of her, wearing what she was wearing when she went to bed the previous night. The T-shirt she was wearing was nearly being stretched to its limits, thanks to her melon-sized breasts. What had happened to her?
"Yes, Master. You were fucking me a minute ago. I don't want to stop. I love it when you fuck me."
Andy stared at her with wide eyes. That was the dream he was having when the alarm clock woke him up. But how was this possible? People can't just change like this. Not overnight.
But then he remembered something that Jon (the owner of the magic shop) told him. He said to be cautious because he could become the dream when he's in the dream. That he could be altered by her subconscious. That he could slip away or even change. But, of course (now that he remembered it), Christine took the red pill and he took the blue pill. It was supposed to be the other way around. He didn't enter her dreams. She entered his. And now, because of something that happened in the dream while she was in it, she had changed into this ... bimbo slut. Not just in the dream, but also in real life too.
Christine's bubbly voice pulled Andy out of his thoughts. "Master, are you gonna fuck me or what?"
