Chapter 3: The Neighbor

Stephanie didn’t go into her room until the night sky was deep black, the stars snuffed by streetlights. Andrew felt very weird sitting in the dark waiting for her, but he justified it as a “test” and it was okay because he wasn’t naked or anything (he was wearing pants, at least).

Andrew’s blinds were open and he sat off to one side in the dark so that he couldn’t be seen. Stephanie’s blinds were up, for now, but this wasn’t abnormal. She rarely gave any thought to her window since hardly anyone could see it. It was the most dangerous variable. If Stephanie dropped the blinds the whole exercise was probably over.

While Andrew was thinking about all this, Stephanie came into view. She moved slowly, intently staring at her phone and idly scrolling. The dim phone screen was the only illumination until she flicked on the light. Her butterscotch hair tumbled down to her shoulders and now Andrew could see her absentmindedly running a brush through it. She did this for a minute or two, sitting idly on the edge of her bed and watching videos on her phone. With the light on he could see she was just wearing a white shirt and sky blue pajama pants, the design impossible to see from this distance. Stephanie was a slender young woman, obvious even in clothes that hid her figure like she was wearing now. The shirt hung straight down, barely disturbed by her small chest.

Andrew sat up to see better, and got his device ready. He focused on Stephanie and the voice in his head returned, though not as a voice but as a feeling. It buzzed through his brain that this was okay. She was an acceptable target. He took a deep breath and pressed the button.

The click reverberated through the silent room, a low roar in the darkness, deeper and with a punch that the first click lacked. Andrew knew it worked before he saw it happen. He watched Stephanie put down the brush and scoot back toward her pillows, laying perpendicular to the window and giving Andrew the best view of what he had just created. The white shirt Stephanie wore bulged so far across her chest that the hem of her shirt lifted over her waist a few inches.

It worked. Andrew stared, wide eyed, at the girl across the way who was completely oblivious. This didn’t seem out of place, Andrew knew that transformation targets wouldn’t recognize they had transformed unless he wanted them to. He didn’t know how he knew, just that the knowledge was in his head as if it had always been. Stephanie scrolled on her phone, chest heaving gently, unaware that Andrew was already hard as a rock.

Calm down.

The voice was back, anticipating Andrew’s lustful thoughts. His thumb teased over the surface of the object, ready to press and press until Stephanie no longer resembled herself.

“What’s your problem?” He asked the voice aloud.

There was no answer, but he recalled how he ate shit when he pressed the button the first time, which was enough to make him reconsider. He did push the button again, but this time to return Stephanie’s breasts to their original size. He saw them vanish, from afar, and tucked the device away for tomorrow. It was time for bed, or at least it was time to get in bed. But the image of Stephanie’s expanding tits was on his mind until he finally fell asleep.