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Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 10
🕑 Added 2025-09-11 11:14:52 +0000 UTCDared into Her (TG Story)
By FemmeForge
It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”
Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it.
Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.
By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.
Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.
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Part 10
Eliza’s cry still echoed off the walls, her voice dripping with shame and heat as she begged the mirror to tell her what more could happen. Her reflection stared back: hair plastered to her cheeks, lips swollen, waist cinched, hips flared, ass bouncing under Mason’s punishing palms.
But Mason leaned in, eyes running down her trembling body — and then he snorted.
“Pfft. What more could happen?” He squeezed her fat ass hard, making it clap between his fingers, then jerked his chin toward her chest. “I’ll tell you what should’ve happened. Tits. Big fucking tits.”
Cass cackled, covering her mouth as her shoulders shook. “Oh my god, he’s right. Look at her — fat ass, slut hips, pornstar thighs… and then just those sad little handfuls.”
Eliza gasped, pulling her palms over her chest, clutching the modest swells that had formed so far. “N-no, don’t—don’t talk about them—”
But Mason cut her off with another sharp SMACK! to her ass, making her squeal. “Don’t tell me you’re proud of those mosquito bites, princess. You’re supposed to be a cumdump bimbo now, and your tits look like they missed the memo.”
Eliza whined, face burning, pressing her chest tighter to the mirror as if hiding them would help. “I-I don’t need big ones, I—”
Her reflection betrayed her. In the candlelight, her smooth, curvy body looked obscene, hyper-feminine everywhere except for the small, perky mounds clinging to her chest. The imbalance was humiliating — like a pornstar with training wheels.
Cass leaned in, her grin razor sharp. “Ohhh, that’s rich. All that moaning, all that ass, and then nothing up top. It’s like the curse wanted to tease you. Halfway done.”
Mason chuckled darkly, dragging his thumb along the crack of her ass. “Disappointing, really. I was expecting big, heavy tits slapping the glass while I spanked your ass raw. Instead I get these sad little peaches.” He slapped her ass again for emphasis, making her squeal. “You call that balance?”
Eliza’s nails dug into her chest, trying to squeeze them bigger, trying to imagine they weren’t so underwhelming. Her reflection mocked her, tits barely moving under her desperate grip.
Her voice cracked high, betraying her. “N-no, I… I want them bigger… I want tits that match my ass~!”
Cass barked a laugh. “There it is. She admitted it.”
Mason grinned like a wolf, leaning close to her ear. “Yeah, Eliza. Admit it. Admit you’re disappointed too. Admit you want fat, bouncing tits to go with that stripper ass.”
Eliza’s lips trembled, her tears streaking down flushed cheeks as she whimpered at her reflection. “I-I don’t—” Her voice broke again, twisting into a sultry moan. “I dooo I want them huge, I want them bouncing while you spank meee!”
Mason’s eyes burned with hunger, his palm kneading her jiggling ass. “That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, princess. The curse isn’t done with you yet. And when it gets to those tits…” He chuckled low and filthy. “…you’ll beg me to play with them too.”
Eliza’s chest pressed harder into the mirror, her palms clutching her perky handfuls like she could will them bigger. Her reflection mocked her — a thick-assed, wide-hipped, sultry-voiced bimbo with… tiny tits. The imbalance burned her with shame.
Mason’s hand cracked across her ass again, the clap echoing through the room. “Pathetic,” he sneered, grinding his palm into the fat wobble he’d just made. “All this ass, and tits that barely fill your own hand. You really think anyone’s gonna look at you twice like that?”
Eliza whimpered, trying to shake her head, but her voice betrayed her. “N-no… I-I need more… I need big ones~.”
Cass cackled, folding her arms, eyes glittering. “Ohhh, hear that? She’s starting to beg. Go on, Eliza — say it. Say what you want.”
Mason leaned close, his breath hot against her ear as he spanked her again, harder this time, making her ass ripple against the mirror. “Tell me you want fat tits, slut. Tell me you want udders bouncing every time I fuck you.”
Eliza sobbed, pressing her face into the glass, her hips rocking back helplessly into his grip. “I-I don’t— I can’t—”
Another SMACK! tore through her ass. Mason growled, low and feral. “Say it.”
Her moan cracked out high and pornographic, words spilling without control. “I want them! I want huge, fat tits, pleaseee! Big, heavy tits that bounce when you spank meee!”
Mason chuckled, dark and hungry. “Louder.”
Cass leaned closer, her smirk cruel. “Let’s hear the slut scream for them.”
Eliza’s tears smeared against the glass as her nails clawed down the mirror, her body rocking, her voice climbing into a shameless cry.
“I want tits! Big, fat, porn-star tits! I want them so fucking huge they bounce in your hands! Make me a slut with an ass and tits to matchhhhnnn~!”
Mason groaned, his cock straining against his jeans, his hand never leaving the jiggle of her ass. “Goddamn… that’s it. Beg for your bimbo body. Beg like the curse’s little toy.”
Eliza’s reflection moaned back at her, lips swollen, face flushed, eyes glazed. She sobbed, but her voice cooed with ecstasy. “Pleaseee make me a busty whore, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything for big tits!”
Cass covered her mouth, laughing sharp and breathless. “She’s losing it. Ethan’s gone. That’s Eliza talking now.”
Mason licked his lips, grinning like a wolf. “And the best part? The curse heard her. You begged, princess. Now it’s gonna give you exactly what you asked for.”
And then Eliza felt it — a low, prickling heat blooming deep in her chest.
Eliza gasped as the first flicker hit — not pain, not bone-snapping this time, but something more insidious. A tickle. A tingle. Right under her nipples.
She froze, palms clamped over her small handfuls. “N-no… oh god, what’s… what’s happening now—?”
But her reflection told the truth before she could deny it. Her nipples, dark and swollen, twitched visibly against her palms, hardening until they poked obscenely forward. The skin around them tingled like static, pulsing with heat.
Cass leaned in, eyes wide, then smirked. “Ohhh, I see it. They’re waking up. Look at those slut-nips twitch.”
Mason groaned low, dragging his hand down the curve of her back and giving her ass a rough squeeze. “Fuck yes… your body knows what’s coming. The curse is teasing you first, getting those tiny tits ready to blow up.”
Eliza’s breath hitched, and she clutched tighter at herself, her nails dimpling the soft flesh. “I don’t— I don’t want this, I can’t—ahhhhnnn~!” The denial broke apart into a trembling moan as another pulse of heat throbbed outward, making her nipples throb harder under her own fingers.
Her reflection mocked her again: lips parted, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, body trembling as her tits quivered with the first stirrings of growth.
Cass licked her lips, her voice dripping with cruel delight. “God, look at her trying to hold them back. Like squeezing is gonna stop those little tits from ballooning into porn udders.”
Mason leaned close to Eliza’s ear, his voice a filthy growl. “You begged for this, princess. You begged for big tits. And the curse? It always delivers.”
Eliza shook her head violently, but her body betrayed her. Her back arched, pushing her chest forward against her own palms, making her nipples grind into her skin until she whimpered.
“No, please, I didn’t— I don’t want—” she cried.
But her voice twisted, sweet and slutty:
“Mmm, yesss, I want it, make my tits sooo big, fill my hands, pleaaase~!”
Cass burst out laughing, clapping once in delight. “She’s begging again! She can’t help it!”
Mason smirked, his hand raising before coming down with a sharp SMACK! on her ass, making her jolt. “That’s it. Keep begging while it takes you. Beg while your tits start to swell.”
Eliza moaned, her tears streaking the glass as she watched her reflection pant, her chest already flushing, her nipples twitching like they were begging to burst forward. The tingles only grew hotter.
Her own hands couldn’t hide it anymore — the warmth was spreading, pressure building.
The first pulse was coming.
Eliza’s palms pressed harder into her chest, as if she could squeeze the tingling away. But the heat didn’t fade — it lingered, prickling like an ember just under her skin. Every shallow breath made her nipples throb, stiff and swollen, rubbing against the sensitive insides of her hands until she shivered.
Then it happened.
THRMP.
A faint, steady pulse. Subtle enough she almost thought she’d imagined it — until the flesh under her palms pushed back. Her tits swelled barely a fraction, just enough to make her gasp.
“N-no—ohhh, god—!”
But her reflection moaned instead, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded, her tits looking just a hair fuller against her trembling hands.
Cass tilted her head, watching intently. “Mmm… there it is. Just the tiniest swell. Like your chest is filling up with cream.”
Mason leaned over her shoulder, his voice a low rasp. “Yeah. It’s not rushing this time. It’s making you feel every… single… pulse.”
THRMP.
Her tits pushed again, soft flesh swelling outward by another whisper of an inch. Her fingers spread without meaning to, nails digging in deeper just to keep hold of them. Her nipples brushed her palms and she moaned, humiliated.
“Mmmh—nooo, not again, pleaseee~!”
Her words betrayed her, dripping like honey: “More, more, keep filling me up~.”
Cass laughed, her smirk cruel. “God, listen to her. Every time she tries to fight it, the curse just makes her beg hotter.”
THRMP. THRMP.
Two more pulses, stronger this time, swelling her tits fuller against her grip. They weren’t flat little mounds anymore — her cleavage was starting to show, a soft, obscene valley pushing between her dainty fingers.
Eliza’s eyes went wide as she saw it in the mirror. “Ohhh f-fuck… they’re— they’re growinggg~!”
Mason groaned, grinding his palm over the curve of her fat ass. “That’s it. Watch yourself. Watch those little tits puff into something I can grab. You begged for big ones, princess — now take them.”
THRMP.
Her tits surged again, heavier this time, making her arms shake from the new weight. Her nipples throbbed harder than her heartbeat, sensitive to every brush, every stroke of her trembling hands.
She tried to sob, but it came out a needy moan. “I-it’s too muchhh~!”
Eliza’s trembling hands slid up her ribs as if to anchor herself, fingers splayed desperately wide. She wanted to feel bone, wanted to reassure herself there was still something flat and solid there.
But her palms never touched ribs.
They sank into softening flesh instead, each pulse of heat pushing more volume into her chest.
THRMP.
Her tits bulged into her hands, filling them heavier than before. Her fingers flexed on instinct, kneading as if trying to push the swell back down — but all it did was mold the new curves, squish them tighter, make them jiggle obscenely.
Her breath hitched. “N-nooo, I can feel them getting—ohhh god, s-softerrr~!”
The curse twisted it, moaning from her lips: “Yesss, I’m kneading my new tits, they’re sooo soft and heavyyy~!”
Mason groaned behind her, his hand smacking across her ass so hard the cheeks clapped. “Keep squeezing, Eliza. Every time you touch them, they get bigger for me.”
THRMP. THRMP.
Two more pulses, and her hands slid wider apart as the flesh swelled between them. What had started as little handfuls were becoming full, round mounds spilling against her trembling fingers. The weight tugged her shoulders forward, dragging her into a permanent sway.
Her nails dimpled the sides of her tits, and for the first time she felt her nipples push forward against her palms.
Not small, not subtle — but thick, swollen, puffy peaks that ached like live wires. Each brush of her skin against them made her jolt, a wet heat spreading from the tips.
“Ahhhhnnnn!” she moaned, face pressing to the mirror. “Th-they’re… they’re poking out… so hard, so… fuuuck!”
Cass gasped, covering her grin with one hand. “Oh my god, look at those slut nips. They’re obscene. Oversized, like they’re begging to be sucked.”
Mason’s eyes gleamed as he licked his lips. “Big, fat nipples on fat new tits. Perfect for wrapping around my cock.”
THRMP.
Her nipples shoved harder forward, puffing with each pulse, stretching the swelling mounds until they stood out embarrassingly large — pink, glossy, throbbing. Sweat slicked them, making them shine wet in the candlelight.
Eliza’s hands cupped under her tits now out of necessity, trying to hold them up as they sagged heavier. Every pulse dumped more fat into them, turning them into obscene handfuls she couldn’t hide.
Her moans spilled high and helpless. “They’re too big, too heavy, I can’t—ohhh god, I feel them jiggling in my hands~!”
Her reflection mocked her again: a girl with flushed cheeks, lips parted, tits swelling bigger with every breath, fat nipples poking out like porn props.
Cass chuckled darkly. “Every second, you look less like Ethan… and more like a slutty centerfold.”
Mason leaned in close, whispering filth into her ear as his hand spanked her ass again. “Keep feeling them, princess. They’ll only get heavier. Those puffy little nips are gonna drip for me.”
And her tits answered — swelling again under her palms, nipples throbbing so hard she almost thought she felt wetness smear against her hands.
The teasing pulses weren’t stopping. They were escalating.
Eliza’s trembling hands were cupped under her tits, trying to hold them still, but they kept spilling heavier over her palms with every pulse. The heat crawling through her chest was no longer just teasing — it was climbing to something violent, volcanic.
And then it broke.
THRMMMMMP!
Her tits ballooned outward in one obscene surge, flesh pouring into her hands faster than she could adjust. Her fingers were pried apart, helpless against the sudden weight. The mounds bounced once, twice, then settled heavy and low, swinging against each other with a clap of soft flesh.
Eliza shrieked in horror, but the curse devoured her words:
“Stop making them biggerrr—!” twisted into,
“Ohhh yesss, make my tits fatterrr, fill my hands, pleaaase~!”
Her new tits jiggled from the force of her cry, nipples fat and wet against her palms. They slapped against her arms when she tried to clutch them closer, the obscene weight bouncing no matter how tight she held them.
Cass barked a laugh sharp enough to echo in the room. “Oh my god! Look at them! Those aren’t man-tits anymore — those are fat, heavy fuck-pillows.” She smirked, leaning in closer. “Bet you can barely hold them up without using both hands.”
Eliza whimpered, collapsing against the mirror, tits squishing against the glass, nipples dragging wet streaks across the surface. “N-no, no, nooo—ohhh, they’re so heavyyy~!”
Her reflection mocked her mercilessly: a slut with sweat-slick hair, lips parted, tits so swollen they squashed together into an obscene valley of cleavage.
Mason groaned, his breath hot in her ear, his voice a guttural growl. “Christ almighty… look at those. Perfect fat fuck-pillows. I’m gonna be the first to titfuck them until I’m dripping down your cleavage.”
Eliza sobbed at his words, but her moan betrayed her, sultry and broken. “N-no, don’t—ahhhhnnn—use my tits like thaaat!”
Her reflection gave the lie away again, lips glossy and parted like she was begging for it.
Cass clapped her hands once, cruel delight shining in her eyes. “Ethan’s gone. Eliza’s got a pornstar rack now. Those tits were made for cock.”
The heavy weight bounced again as Eliza tried to clutch them tighter — but the bounce only made her nipples ache harder, fat and wet, throbbing like they wanted to be played with.
Eliza’s trembling arms were locked across her chest, desperate to hide herself — but it was useless. Her tits were far too heavy now, swollen and obscene, bouncing out from under her forearms with every twitch of her body. The weight dragged her forward, pulling her spine into a helpless arch. No matter how much she tried to hunch, her back bowed, her chest thrust forward, her posture screaming sexual availability.
Her mind reeled in panic, her thoughts shrieking inside her skull, raw and frantic:
Don’t give me these… don’t make me a big-titted slut… I don’t want this… I can’t carry them, I can’t hide them…
But the curse ripped the truth out of her lips in a broken, whorish moan:
“Make my tits biggerrr mmmhh—make me your slut with huuuge boobies, pleaaaseee!”
Her own voice betrayed her, breathy and needy, dripping filth as her reflection in the mirror mocked her — a girl bent forward, tits swinging like obscene pendulums, nipples fat and wet, begging for hands.
Then it hit.
THRMMMMMMP!
The final explosion of growth tore through her chest, violent and obscene. Her tits surged outward like balloons filled past their limit, flesh swelling against her useless arms until they were shoved aside. Her hands scrambled to catch them, but they only bounced heavier, jiggling violently with each pulse.
THRMP. THRMP. THRMP.
Every beat made them swell fatter, softer, heavier, until they smacked together with wet claps of flesh. Her nipples puffed larger still, fat and pointed, dragging sticky streaks of sweat down her cleavage as they throbbed with hypersensitive ache.
Eliza screamed into the mirror — but it came out a pornographic wail.
“Yesss, fuuuuck, make them obscene, make my tits huuuge, I’m your big-titted whoreeehhhnnn~!”
Cass gasped and burst into vicious laughter, clutching her stomach. “Oh my god! Look at them bounce! Those are cartoon tits, Ethan — no, Eliza — fat fucking cow udders begging for cock!”
Mason’s breath came out ragged, his jeans tenting visibly as he grabbed her waist from behind. His voice was a feral growl, dripping hunger. “Christ almighty… those aren’t just tits. They’re weapons. You begged for them, princess — now I’m gonna titfuck you until I drown between those heavy pillows.”
Eliza’s reflection quivered in the glass — a trembling, weeping girl with a porn-star rack that no shirt could ever contain. Her chest heaved with every sob, every moan, her tits bouncing shamelessly as the curse sealed her fate.
There was no hiding anymore.
Her arms were useless.
Her back arched helplessly.
And her new tits were monstrous, bouncing testaments to what the ritual had made her: a big-titted slut.
Eliza staggered forward on unsteady legs, her whole balance warped by the two obscene weights now hanging from her chest. Every step made them sway, heavy and pendulous, slapping softly against her ribs before bouncing out again. She tried to clutch them closer, but they were too big, too heavy — her dainty arms useless against the sheer mass of her new breasts.
Her center of gravity had shifted so violently she could barely stand straight. Her hips swayed, her ass jiggled, and the pull of her tits yanked her spine forward into a permanent arch. She wasn’t walking anymore — she was stumbling like a drunk stripper in heels.
“M-mmfhh, too heavy, they’re dragging meeehhhnn~!” she moaned, voice syrupy and pornographic.
Cass laughed wickedly from the couch, leaning forward just to watch. “Look at her! Can’t even walk in a straight line with those massive tits. She’s like a top-heavy blow-up doll!”
Mason only groaned low, eyes blazing, one hand shamelessly palming the bulge in his jeans. “Goddamn… look at them bounce. She’s all tits and ass now. She was born to stumble naked like this.”
Eliza’s knees hit the chalk circle as she tripped, catching herself on the mirror. The cold glass kissed her nipples, and she gasped — because the swollen tips were so sensitive they went hard instantly, flattening against the surface.
Her tits spread outward from the impact, squishing obscenely against the glass. Flesh flattened, then bulged at the sides, two enormous, sweat-slick mounds that smeared wet streaks across the mirror. Her nipples dragged as she tried to push away, leaving glossy trails that made her moan helplessly.
“N-nooo, don’t press them—ahhhhnnn, they’re sooo big against the mirrorrrr~!”
But the curse twisted her cry of shame into a plea of filth:
“Press my big boobies harder, make them splatter on the glass, pleaaaseee~!”
Her reflection mocked her back — a weeping, moaning girl with two porn-star tits plastered flat against the mirror, cleavage spilling obscenely as she tried and failed to peel herself off.
Cass clapped her hands together like she’d just witnessed a magic trick. “Ohhh my god. She’s motorboating her own reflection. Ethan could barely look in a mirror without flinching — but Eliza? Eliza’s making out with hers!”
Mason growled, stepping closer, his voice rough, hungry. “Christ, look at those fat pillows flatten and jiggle. You were never meant to be Ethan. You were built to be this — a bitch who can’t even stand without smearing her tits on glass.”
Eliza moaned again, her nipples aching, her tits sliding lower as gravity pulled them down the mirror with obscene streaks of sweat.
Her body was betraying her completely. And her reflection — those heavy tits spread across the glass — showed just how far gone she already was.
Eliza whimpered, palms sliding down the glass as her heavy tits flattened and spread wider, the sheer weight of them dragging her chest forward until she was all but glued to her reflection. The mirror was slick now, fogged with her ragged breath and streaked with the wet drag of her nipples as they squashed and smeared across the surface.
She tried to pull back, but every shift only made it worse—her tits clapped together, then bulged apart, fat, heavy mounds slapping wetly against the mirror.
Her reflection mocked her without mercy: a moaning, red-faced slut with obscene pillows of flesh pancaked against the glass, cleavage spilling like it wanted to drown her own image.
Mason’s voice broke low and guttural, so close she could feel it in her bones.
“Jesus Christ… look at them spread. You think I’m stopping at a squeeze? No, princess. I’m shoving my cock right between those fat fucking pillows until it disappears. Until all you can feel is me sliding, fucking, pounding between your tits. You’re gonna moan so hard just from breast play you’ll forget you even had a pussy.”
Eliza’s eyes rolled back, lips trembling as another moan betrayed her. “N-no, not between my—ahhhhnnn—not my fat boobies!”
Her tits slapped the mirror again as her back arched deeper, nipples dragging down in wet streaks.
Mason’s grin sharpened. “And when I’m done? When your cleavage is dripping with me? I’m spraying it all over that pretty new face. Covering your pouty cock-sucking lips with cum until you’re crying and moaning at the same time. You’ll cum just from me using your tits like the toys they are.”
Eliza’s knees buckled, tits bouncing on the glass with a heavy, lewd clap.
Cass tilted her head, her smirk cruel as ever. “Hear that? Even he knows it. Those aren’t breasts, Eliza. They’re toys. Fat, soft toys. And you’re the doll they’re stuck on. Every guy who sees you is gonna want to grab them, pound them, stare until you melt. You’ll never walk into a room again without every set of eyes locked on your tits. Not your face. Not your voice. Just those huge, fuckable udders hanging off you.”
Eliza’s nails squeaked against the mirror, her dainty fingers clawing desperately for grip as her tits spread obscenely wide across the surface, sweat and spit making them glisten under candlelight. She sobbed, shook her head, tried to deny it—
But the curse shredded her protest into filth:
“Don’t make them toys, don’t make me a big-titted fuckdoll—mmmhhhnnn, yesss, I’m your toy, use my fat tits pleaaaseee~!”
Mason groaned out loud, adjusting himself with no shame, his jeans straining. Cass just laughed, sharp and merciless, while Eliza’s own reflection betrayed her—
A slut kneeling, tits smeared across the glass, moaning like her new body was already begging to be used.
To be continued...
