Sugar Tits

The ethereal invader, the feminizing spirit, drifted silently through the house, checking on its other hapless victims. Nicole lay on the master bed, still bound by the bedsheets that the spirit had used to ensnare her. Her breathing was steady, and as the spirit delved into her psyche, it was reassured that its insidious programming was taking hold, an transformation that would unleash Nicole's untapped potential as a vessel for its own nefarious ends.

It had never worked on a woman before, but it harbored no misgivings about its capabilities, for uncertainty did not equate to worry. It would use Girl World differently for Nicole, at least for now, and already a plan was beginning to form in its mind as to how to use her as a tool to achieve its goal with the men.

Fading out of the room, the Spirit found itself back in the spare bedroom where Kelli was silently still in front of the computer, helmet affixed to his head in the same way it was to Nicole's. His position hadn't shifted since the Spirit's last visit, and it didn't seem very comfortable. Neck dropped back, one leg forward, the other off to the side. Soon the Spirit would need to wake Kelli, give his body a break from the immersive experience, before putting him back in. The Spirit made a mental note to ensure that Kelli would be more comfortable next time.

A tendril of magic reached into the computer to check on the boy's progress. In Girl World, Kelli was leaving the apartment, completely wrapped up in the virtual experience. Not a hint of resistance was present in the boy's essence. And while it had felt the need for caution during its last visit, the spirit couldn't hold itself back from another change. If Kelli was that easy in Girl World, changing him in the real world would certainly be just as easy.

The tendril slipped away from the computer and rejoined the spirit. Gathering its power, it flowed down toward Kelli's body, touching his skin, penetrating his soul, mystically adjusting the young man's very being, pushing him toward a more feminine existence.

And then, suddenly, and without warning, push back.

Immediately the spirit withdrew itself from its intended victim. Where had the resistance come from? Why now? After all the success the spirit had enjoyed so far, why was Kelli beginning to fight?

Looking down at Kelli's body, the spirit was disappointed. The amount of power the spirit had expended was astounding, and should have created a dramatic change. But it did not. Yes, the boy's body hair had fallen out, and his skin was now more sensitive, but other than that he hadn't physically progressed at all. Maybe that was the cost of the spirit having to split its attention three ways. It had been sure sure that everything would go perfectly, that Kelli would bound forward into his feminine destiny, only to have its expectations dashed.

Still, in Girl World, Kelli had been completely compliant. Maybe there was still a way...

Kelli was so happy to be making his way out of the apartment. The world was a canvas and Kelli was ready to paint it with the colours of his adventure. The sun shone on his face like a warm embrace, and he knew in his heart that this day was going to be extraordinary, like the flutter of a butterfly's wings that cause a hurricane. Despite his roommate, Jon, leaving far earlier than he, and despite his mishap in the bedroom, he just knew that the day was going to be great. It was more than a feeling. It was intuition.

He walked across the lobby, sashaying with the confidence of a lion, and his eyes were a mirror to the beauty he saw. So excited was he for the day to come that he hadn't stopped to change clothes before he left the apartment. Stiletto shoes, dress, even apron, all what he had worn when cleaning up his bedroom, all a little soiled. Even the back of his dress, the slowly drying wet spot on his behind from the oddly placed coffee spill while sitting on his rescuer, Daddy's, lap, was at the bottom of his priority list. He wanted to get moving, not spend more time inside.

Ahead of him were two large workmen in overalls, each carrying a long hose attached to something outside. Each hose had a diameter of around a foot, and seemed to be heavy, since the men were struggling under their weight.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Kelli greeted the men as he approached them, adding a sway in this rear end to show a classic, manly swagger, "Looks like you're working hard today."

"Yearly duct cleaning, Toots" the man on the left grunted.

"Out of the way, Sweet-Cheeks," grunted the one on the right, indicating very warmly that Kelly should step aside and not interfere.

Kelli tried to comply, but fate had other plans. He took a step to turn, slipped on something on the floor, then fell forward, straight into the men. That's when it all went wrong.

Instead of being caught in the strong arms of the workmen, Kelly fell chest-first into the large tubes, which immediately suctioned onto his body. His apron, and his dress, instantly disappeared into the tubes, leaving his body stuck, held up by the vacuum power.

"Holy shit!" The man on the left yelled, looking at Kelly dangling in the air, still holding his tube.

"Who turned the hoses on?!" The man on the right yelled.

To say that it was painful was an understatement. Kelli was in so much pain that he didn't have time to feel humiliated by hanging, exposed, in nothing by his heels and panties. No, Kelli could only think about the fact that each nipple felt like it was being pulled straight out of his body, and bringing a sizable amount of his pectorals with them. He screamed, he yelled, he flapped wildly, trying to get free. It was to no avail. All he could do was wait for rescue, once again.

Tears flowed down his face, making him look a mess, he was sure. No woman would want to be with a man so freely weeping, but Kelli didn't care. All he cared about was being freed from this horrible trap.

"Turn it off!" Both workmen shouted over their shoulders, but not to the effect that they wanted. Instead of the suction decreasing, Kelli felt the pressure increase! More and more pressure, more and more pain. Kelli imagined that his whole body would be sucked into the hoses, split in two, leaving him a bloody corpse.

"Not up, OFF!!!" they shouted again. This time it worked. Kelli dropped to the floor, a weeping, pain-wracked mess. He was free of the pressure, but still felt like he would be wounded, injured, for a long time coming. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his hands wet from touching a puddle of his tears, and stared at the two men. They were looking at him with strange grins on their faces. Each man looked hungry, predatory, the kind of friendly expression he'd already seen on the faces of men in Girl World. His heart felt warm to know that even the workmen of this resort as kind and caring as the visitors.

But they weren't looking him in the eyes.

Kelli followed their gaze. Each man's eyes were glued to Kelli's wounded chest. Bringing his hands up, he was surprised to find that his chest had now become immensely swollen. Two huge bumps had formed, one on each pectoral. What was even more surprising was how pleasurable they felt to touch. His nipples were huge, and would have looked out of place on his old chest, but on his new, huge chest, they seemed strangely in proportion.

In an instant, gone was the pain of the suction. In its place was hot, flaring, bliss. His body was more alive than ever, and he relished in every sensation that coursed through him.

"Looking good, Sugar Tits," the man on the left said, offering a hand to help Kelli up.

The man on the right didn't say anything, but laughed at the cleverness of his friend. Kelli laughed too. He could take a joke. Sure, it was Kelli's fault for being so clumsy, and really, there was no harm, no foul. Kelli finally had a big, manly chest to be proud of. Maybe now he'd have an even easier time picking up women!

Once more, as it lifted away from the supine form of Kelli, the spirit felt an even deeper sense of awe and reverence for the marvelous technology that was the Girl World program. All previous resistance had vanished without a trace, for as soon as the spirit had aligned Kelli's virtual experience with his real-life experience, it was overcome with the astonishing transformation that had taken place before its very eyes.

No longer did Kelli's chest lay flat and unadorned, with oversized nipples protruding awkwardly from the surface. In its place now was a sight that was nothing short of breathtaking: a pair of exquisitely formed DD breasts, with a lush, fullness that hung heavily from Kelli's chest like the ripest fruit from the bough of a tree. The spirit could hardly believe that this new method of feminization was even possible, yet here it was, in all its radiant glory, a testament to the wondrous power of the Girl World program.

It couldn't wait to do more.