“Ugh…” I plopped down in my desk chair which sent my large breasts bouncing. The work week was finally over and I could now relax and enjoy my weekend. “I better get to work on some captions but first-” I opened up my browser and began scrolling through my Deviantart notifications, responding and liking some comments I had received since I last checked. “Ooh! My 5K Watcher special sure does have a lot of comments!” I opened up my announcement and scrolled down to the comments where I saw a comment had automatically been featured. “StoneMuffin said ‘I would like to see you turn into a voluptuous succubus that drains the life and curves of other women.’ An asset stealing succubus? Ooh! I’m gonna yoink so many mean peoples titties!”

“I really should take a shower first before I get comfy working on stuff.” As usual my damp, sweat soaked clothes clung to my skin. At least HRT made my sweat a bit less pungent then it used to be but still. I got up from my desk but as I took my first step a sudden wave of nausea overcame me. “Woah!” I braced myself against my desk as my room began to spin around me. I lifted my other hand in front of my face and as my own inner voice rang through my head, multitudes louder than it usually is, and saw five fuzzy copies of my own hand overlapping one another as they spun around in circles. The dizziness eventually subsided with my vision returning to normal along with it. “What- what was that?”

As if answering my question another wave passed over me, this time a mix of nausea and a growing burning feeling which welled underneath my skin. My head ached as what felt like two screwdrivers pushed their way through the top of my head from within my skull. My tailbone wriggled and writhed within my lower back trying to push its way free from my body. I keeled over, unable to endure the sudden assault of nausea and pain. “He never said it would be painful!” I cried out, cursing that damned ‘Wizard Guy’ who hexed my post. Two blood red horns pushed their way through the skin beside my temples as my spinal column amassed more bones to form a long and thin tail. It’s spaded end twisting as it swished behind me, growing to its full length. Although the nausea had subsided as my transformation came to its end, the burning sensation from within instead had simply become more tolerable. “Is it over?” I rolled over to my knees and slowly stood up, not wanting to push myself. “God that hurt like hell! What even-?” I ran my hand up along my forehead until it bumped into my new crimson protrusions. “I guess that sham of a spell was real, does that mean-?” I paused reading the comment that StoneMuffin had left on my caption. “Ooh boy! I can’t wait to try this out on that bigot at work!”

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My huffing and panting could be heard throughout the entire park as I indulged myself with a leisurely jog. I’d only been an asset stealing succubus for a month now and I may have already gone overboard. My once pumpkin sized tits now warbled and shaked within their ill-fitting sports bra as they had long ago surpassed the size of yoga balls. “When- when did running- wooh- When did running get so hard?” My breasts weren’t the only swollen mass of wobbling flesh as my much plumper, bakery of a butt bounced and clapped within my last fitting pair of yoga pants. “Huff, huff- I need to take a break!” I stopped off to the side of the sidewalk and rested my hands on my knees as I caught my breath. My sweat soaked mammoth boobs hung low on my chest as they almost pressed against the hot concrete.

“Can you believe some people?” A woman complained to her friend as they walked by. “No one has any decency anymore!”

“Hey!” I jolted upwards, sending my massive fucking titties into a jiggling fit. “They don’t exactly make bras in my size!” I puffed my chest, causing my breasts to bounce. But amidst all the movement my many sizes too small sports bra decided in this very moment to slip and expose my chocolate nips to the prudish women.

“Then you should be wearing more than just that flimsy top!” The other woman spoke up, gesturing at my chest.

“Well,” I sputtered, my face disappearing over the hill of tit mass I was making as I desperately attempted in vain to reach around my boobs and fix my bra. “These things are giant heatsinks you know! Especially out here in Arizona!”

“Whatever makes you happy, whore!” The two women laughed as they began walking away.

“Why I-” I stopped fiddling with my chest and stomped one of my feet at their comment. Out of habit from the countless other rude people I had encountered I snapped my fingers and watched as the front of the women’s shirts deflated and their pants slid down their legs without their ass to help keep them up. “Who’s the whore now!” I laughed, my bizarre joke not even making sense as my hilariously gargantuan assets gurgled and grew in size. Despite the handful of cups being meaningless in the grand scheme of my breasts which long ago surpassed any cup size, the small amount of mass was more than enough to cause my strained top to give up on its miserable life of torment. *SNAP* The back clasp of my sports bra broke, the pressure of holding up my tits sending it hurdling into the stratosphere. With the sudden loss of support I toppled over, boobs first onto the sidewalk. “Ugh… I should not have done that…”