Good and not so good mornings

Good morning, how are you feeling….Becks.” Devon heard a sweet voice whispering to her as she slowly opened her eyes. “Becks? Who’s Becks?” She tried to ask, but she felt so thirsty. “You are silly. I know you’re not used to drinking, but I didn’t think you got that hammered last night.” The sweet voice started to come more into focus. It was Natalie, who worked with Samuel. Information started coming back to her as more of the anesthesia wore off. She was in hiding, and not just her, but Milo as well. But it wasn’t Milo anymore, or at least not right now. She wasn’t even married to Milo right now, but they were still related. Weren’t they? Was she his brother? No, not brother; they were sisters. “Sister?” Devon/Becks said, more confused than confident. “Paris? She’s probably still cuddled up with her man. She drank way more than you did last night.” Devon/Becks felt so confused. She was remembering more and more of her new reality. She was now Becks, a college student in her early 20s. She also had a sister who was her former husband? Or was she still her husband? “What the fuck is happening?” Becks/Devon asked, confused but not necessarily scared. She started to feel excited. This felt like an adventure right out of a movie, or one of those trashy romance novels she would read on occasion. Plus, something about this woman Natalie helped her feel safe.

“We are in Austin. Your sister and I are influencers/models. You are a college student. Your sister's sugar daddy is paying for us to go on a cruise for spring break, remember,” Natalie explained again, but it was how she said it that Becks/Devon paid more attention to. Between her eyes, facial expression, and body language, it looked like she was trying to lead Becks/Devon along. Like she was improvising and hoping Devon would follow along. “Right, and I just woke up after a night of partying… right?” “Yes! Right!” Natalie affirmed, treating Becks/Devon's playing along as the right thing to do.

Becks/Devon stood and walked over to the mirror that was in the corner of the room. This may have been the most surreal experience of Becks/Devon's life. She saw herself, but it wasn’t her. Her eyes were still hers and her hair, but the rest was different. Her face was now fuller, maybe? She couldn’t describe it. “It’s weird, isn’t it?” Natalie whispered in her ear. This surprised Becks/Devon. She thought they were acting like this was normal. “It’s a psychological side effect of the anesthesia. While it’s wearing off, the more we pretend this is real, the more it sinks into your subconscious, making your disguise more believable,” she continued to whisper. “But you do look amazing,” she added as she cozied up behind Becks/Devon. “It’s amazing how the thinnest layer of fat can reshape your face. But not many people will be looking at your face honestly, with this body.” Becks/Devon felt hands gently caress her shoulders and move down her sides. “I bet you just drive the boys at your school crazy.”

“School?” Becks thought as she remembered she was a college student now. And she knew the boys DID love her body. Who wouldn’t love this body? Her skin looked younger, fresher, softer. Her stomach was once toned with a faint six-pack. At her age, it was either toned and tight or sagging. But now it was soft, touchable, supple. Her companion's hand moved up just below her breasts. Her breasts appeared to be relatively the same size as before, but perkier. She bounced on the balls of her feet, causing her new tits to bounce. And they bounced; they didn’t sag. Becks couldn’t help but smile as her own hands came up to support her boobs. Her eyes were then drawn to her shapely hips and soft legs. This girl in the mirror was a dream. The ultimate girl next door. She was so distracted by her new self that she almost forgot the warm hands still resting on her hips. She made eye contact with the woman behind her with a Cheshire grin. She recognized the face of the woman behind her, Natalie. But even hers was different. Lips fuller, skin tighter, even her hair had changed. Where once it was long and chocolate brown, now it was shorter, black with purple streaks. Her makeup was daring and edgy. She stepped out from behind Becks. Natalie was dressed in black V-back workout shorts and a black butterfly sports bra. Her workout clothes, tanned skin, and new hair made Natalie look hot as hell, like an Amazonian warrior. As Becks drank in the body behind her, she made eye contact again. The hungry look in Natalie's eyes made her feel self-conscious about how naked she was in front of a stranger. She reached her hands up to cover her exposed breasts. Becks maintained eye contact with the agent as she giggled nervously. Becks went from amazed to awkward.

“Get the fuck off of me!” The awkward silence was shattered as the two girls heard a shout through the walls, followed by a thud. Then stomping feet. Slam. A door was slammed in the house, followed by quicker feet. It sounded like Milo, and he was running. “Devon!” Milo could be heard shouting in the strange house. “Devon, can you hear me!” Natalie got off the bed and walked over, opening the door. “Paris! Becks and I are in here!” She shouted down the hallway. They both heard Milo break into a run. The soft tapping of bare feet on the tile floor grew louder as he got closer until “he” finally burst into the room. “He” was maybe generous, though. What walked through the door looked like sex on two legs. The first thing was Milo’s breasts. Milo’s new breasts entered the room before he did. Like Beck's, they were perky but with much more bounce and jiggle. Milo’s smaller hands tried to support them, but all they really did was make them more tantalizing by lifting them and pushing them together. Milo’s stomach once showed a lean six-pack. Now a thin layer of fat covered his once proud abs. Below that was his pelvis and a small penis dangling between his legs. Milo never had an impressive member, but it looked smaller now. What Becks and Milo didn’t know was that Samuel had added some extra fat to the pelvis to make hiding his small penis easier. Milo quickly turned around the room looking for his wife. This gave Becks more time to observe her former lover. His hips were wide and his ass popped. To Becks, it looked like Milo had gotten a BBL done. She felt a little jealous because she had looked up many after-surgery photos, hoping one day to pay for one. But then she remembered her new sizable, more natural-looking butt, and her jealousy quickly vanished.

“What’s up, Paris?” Natalie asked.

Milo/Paris’s morning was not as pleasant as Becks’s had been. He woke rather suddenly from a dream that was…. alarming. His hand immediately flew down to his crotch to find his petite, flaccid penis. Milo had always been a grower, not a shower. Well, he wasn’t much of a grower either, but he always swore it got bigger. Lying in bed, his body began to feel different, like he had fallen asleep in clothes that were too big. Skin was pooling in places it shouldn’t, and his once toned body seemed fat, but not what anyone would call obese. He remembered more about what happened. He had been disguised as a woman, and he was being given breasts by that crazy machine. His masculinity was being challenged by that meathead, and he was never one to back down. He laughed to himself as he pictured his male body with breasts. He was going to make this so awkward and unbearable for Samuel; he would have to come up with another plan. The thought of torturing his new tormentor brought a smile to his face that was quickly dashed. Milo felt an uncomfortable pulling on his chest as he sat up. He looked down and saw his new, impressive bust. Milo had always been lean. Just seeing this much fat on his chest from this angle was so surreal he couldn't fully grasp how he looked. His hands slowly came up to cup his new breasts. Their weight was impressive. On instinct, he tweaked a nipple, and a surprised gasp escaped his lips. That feeling was too weird for Milo to explore right now. He saw a mirror in the corner of the room and decided it was time to investigate. His chest felt more and more uncomfortable as he sat up more before finally standing. “I’m going to have to get used to that,” he thought to himself. The weight of his new chest made him hunch forward. He had to throw his shoulders back to stand upright and not topple over. Another weird sensation happened to Milo as he stood. His ass felt weird. He tried to investigate, but he was not used to his now wider hips. His hands went and rubbed his hips before moving to his now prominent posterior. He quickly learned why his butt felt weird: it was still being held up by the mattress. He couldn’t believe it; he was standing on the floor and his ass was juicy enough to still be fully on the bed. As he took a step further, his butt finally slid off the bed with an enticing jiggle. Milo tried to hold back his laughter. He couldn’t believe how fat they made him. He felt like he weighed 300 pounds. He walked over to the mirror and was soon corrected. He wasn’t fat at all. He was thick, and not just thicc thick, but slim thicc. “What have they done to me!” he thought to himself in disbelief. He drank it all in. Thighs rubbing together provocatively. Tiny penis even more obstructed by the extra body fat. His waist was still thin, and his abs were barely hidden by his new fat. His attention was primarily brought to his breasts, as would anybody's; tits this spectacular demanded attention. Milo was furious with his new body. This was not what he had expected when he took this identity. He wanted to embarrass that idiot Samuel by being turned into some ugly fat freak. Instead, Samuel had tricked him and given him the body of a porn star. He wanted to give that guy a piece of his mind. That’s when he realized he had heard water running this whole time. Not just water, but a shower. “Devon must be showering,” he thought as he scanned the white room he was in for a door. Once locating the bathroom door, he opened it and entered. The steam in the bathroom was thick, and he could barely see a foot in front of him. “Babe, are you in here?” Milo began asking as he searched through the shrouded room for his wife. “Babe,” he asked again as the shower turned off. He heard the sound of wet feet on tile, and it was getting closer. “Babe, is that you?” Milo felt two large forearms come up behind him, and two powerful hands cupped his tempting breasts. “Ahoh” was the sound that escaped his lips as he was being claimed from behind. His body was being pushed back against the wet, hard body of his new sugar daddy. “Good morning, Paris,” he heard a deep, low voice whisper in his ear. “Get the fuck off of me!” he screamed before spinning away. The combination of his new proportions and the wet floor caused the poor guy to slip and fall, landing on his stomach. He quickly got up on his knees, his lovely ass settling on his heels. He looked up and saw his new rival towering over him. Samuel was certainly a shower, and Milo couldn’t ignore the one-eyed monster that was just inches away from his face. He rose to his feet as quickly as he could and ran