Jim read the title of the message: "E-Mail-A-Slut Delivery". Too funny. These people certainly went out of their way for something that didn't even work. Jim double-clicked on the title and read the e-mail aloud:
Dear SexMachine,(heh heh)
Thank you for choosing E-Mail-A-Slut. You will recieve your order upon reading this e-mail.
Sincerely
E-Mail-A-Slut Inc.
Boy, these guys sure did go to a lot of trouble for a practical joke. Jim sat back in his chair and stretched. Jim realized that he really had to go to the bathroom for some reason. He must have lost track of time while he was searching the web.
Jim got up and walked towards the bathroom. As soon as he got up, a wave of dizziness hit him. Jim stumbled into the bathroom just in time to catch himself on the sink. His legs were really weak. His body broke out into a cold sweat and his arms and legs were freezing. At the same time, his chest and stomach were burning up. It felt like he was on fire and ice-cold all at the same time.
Jim looked at his face in the mirror. His face!! Jim watched in disbelief as his face began to slowly change. It was gradual at first. Just a small bit here, a small bit there. Long, wavy, blonde hair started to grow from his scalp. Jim watched as it extended down to his knees. Jim found himself staring at a face with long, blond hair, pouty, red lips, large, blue eyes, long, dark eyelashes, and soft, rosy-colored cheeks.
Jim tried to speak, but found he had lost his voice. He cried out in silence. Quietly at first, a soft, high pitched sound started to come from his throat. Jim tested it: "Aaaaa aaaahh" It was so high. "What eez happeening!" Jim choked as he heard a breathy, Italian bimbo accent come from his newly formed mouth. "Theese iz horeebal!"
Waves of heat were coursing through Jim's body. He couldn't feel anything. His entire body had gone numb. He had to sit down. Slowly, he made his way back to his room, using the walls for support. He wobbled over to his bed and sat down with his face in his hands. Think, Jim! Think! How was this happening. There had to be an explanation. Jim looked up in frustration to see his computer screen still showing his e-mail. The e-mail!! Had it worked? "Oh nnoo!! Zis can't be hapeening. I have got zu schange myzelf back."
Jim crawled to his computer. He ugently tried to type in the web address, but it was difficult with numb hands. Jim almost had it when a sudden wave of sensation hit him. Jim fell to his keyboard, feeling a great pang of heat welling up from between his legs. Jim reached down to his boxer shorts and pulled them down. "Nooo!! I have zee pussy!" Jim reached his had down between his legs to try to confirm what he saw. The feeling of his hand touching himself caused the entire lower half of his body to cramp with little waves of shock. Jim pulled his hand free and watched as the front his boxers became soaked in the liquid coming from his pussy.
"I have got zu stop zis." cried Jim as he redoubled his efforts to type in the address. Jim finished and hit ENTER and folded his arms on his cheast. The feeling of his arms brushing his chest set his entire body was fire. Jim pulled his arms down in surprise and looked down to see what he had brushed against. "Holly COW!" Jim looked at the front of his night shirt to see two nipples the size of three inch long hot dogs!! Jim desperately tried to push them back into his chest. The instant his hands touched his swollen nipples, his body cramped and liquid gushed from between his legs. This was the same sensations Jim had chosen on the program! Every time his nipples were touched, his whole body was overcome with the sensation. He look down between his legs to see his boxer shorts comepletely drenched in liquid. His vagina was so swollen now, that he could see it clearly pressing into the thin frabric of his boxer shorts.
Jim noticed that the boxers he wore were now completely skin-tight on his hips and butt. "Oh my, Zee butt iz bigger!" Sure enough, Jim watched as his hips flared wider and began to hang over the edges of the chair he was sitting in. This was too much. Jim frantically searched the web page for a way to stop this. He was hoping he wouldn't change too much more. All of Jim's hopes were crushed as he felt pressure from within his chest. It felt as if someone was pushing against it from the inside. Jim tried to ignore it while he searched the web page, but soon his nipples were pressing into his shirt, causing heavy sensations to pour through his chest and inner thighs. Jim tried to pull at the front of his shirt to relieve the pressure, and then he looked down. "Ohhh!! My boobies. Zey are expanding."
Jim's shirt was stretching forward and onto his computer desk. Meanwhile, his expanding hips were pushing him up and forward. Jim felt the bottoms of his breasts come to rest on the computer desk in front and then start to spread out, blocking his view of the keyboard and screen. Jim tried to push his breasts out of the way and met with a sloshing sound. Something was filling up inside his boobs! "It iz ze milk! My boobies are getting heavy." He could feel his nipples puff out and harden as the milk tried to escape from his ballooning chest. How big were they going to get? Jim thought they were huge already. He suddenly remembered the calculations he had entered into the computer: 45" waste and 45FF cup breasts. Judging by the picture that had been on his computer, he wasn't anywhere near finished growing. Soon he wouldn't be able to reach his keyboard!
Jim shifted sideways, allowing his enlarging chest to slide off the desk and bounce into his soft lap. They bounced and rolled as they came to a resting position. Milk squirted all over the floor everytime the nipples touched anything.
He was running out of time. He reached for his computer mouse and started clicking frantically to find a cure. There! What was that? The Lincense Agreement. Jim had carelessly overlooked it the first time he had seen it. Jim clicked it and began frantically reading. What was that line? Jim read it: All changes are final, and they can not be undone. We are not responsible for any problems you might have.
"No. It iz no fair." Jim began to cry. He used what little strength he had left to roll his chair backwards and fall onto the bed. Jim scooted backwards in order to rest his back against the wall and place his immense chest in his lap. His hips and chest continued to expand and he cried into his bosom. "I hate ze computers zo much!"
As the last bit of changes took place, Jim could feel his mind losing its ability to focus on anything. He was losing his intelligence and soon the only thing he could think about for long periods of time were feeling his breasts and rubbing his pussy.
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