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🕑 Added 2025-12-17 17:00:18 +0000 UTC"Yo, Sam," Edward said as he sat down across from the blonde man, taking his attention away from the article he was reading. "What do you want now, Edward?" Sam sighed, putting his phone away as he shifted in his seat, ready to hear of Ed's latest scam. "Check out this pocket watch my uncle gave me," Ed beamed, holding up a golden timepiece by its long chain, "Isn't it neat?" The clock swayed gently in the draft like a pendulum, its alluring presence drawing Sam's eyes into it, unable to look away. "It's uh... it's," he trailed off, his unblinking eyes remaining stuck to the bauble.
Ed powered on, oblivious to Sam's plight. "I was thinking of giving it to Stacy to get her to go out with me," he verbally wandered, imagining her as his girl, "I love her short, red hair, it frames her face perfectly." Sam felt a sensation overtake his scalp as his hair shifted from its natural gold color to an auburn red. He must've just imagined it; his hair was always red, his mother always talked about her Irish heritage. The feeling transferred over Sam's face, reforming it to fit the cute hairstyle in such a way that gave him a girl-next-door look but with the soft blue eyes of his father. Those same eyes remained latched to the pocket watch, its rocking mesmerizing.
"Or maybe Tiffany," Ed continued, unaware of his now ginger friend, "Although ever since she grew that rack outta nowhere a few years back, I'd be lucky to even see her through the throng of suitors." Sam's breath caught in his throat as a thrumming emerged from his core. His shirt, already relatively tight, started to groan as flesh poured behind it. A set of breasts became readily apparent, pushing his poor top to its limits as they grew uncontrollably. It only took seconds before Sam had a set of tits that outweighed his head, the only relief being the custom bra that held the melons in place, but only barely. Despite this tremendous change, Ed kept on waffling, undisturbed by the enormous amount of flesh Sam just spouted.
"She's probably a no-go," Ed admitted, "Maybe Amanda? I can never look away from those hips when I see them walking through the campus." A weak groan left Sam's lips, the pitch higher than normal. His rear started to burble as the changes started. Soft, doughy flesh flooded his butt and thighs, threatening to spill over the chair as they grew. Cracking and popping filled the air as his hips widened to accommodate their new heft, and they tried their hardest to tear the newly appeared shorts. His sex was crushed between his thunderous thighs, a problem resolved in short order as it inverted itself, becoming a woman's equivalent and eliciting a moan from the new girl's lips. Ed looked back at his friend, or at least where he was sitting, and found a busty tomboy staring unrelentingly at the timepiece.
"Sam?" Ed gasped, dropping the trinket on the table and releasing Sam from its grasp. "Sorry, man," she said, shaking her head, "Must've spaced there." "W-what happened?" Edward stammered, "You, you have breasts! And they're huge!" Sam looked at him and rolled her eyes before saying, "Do you have to do this every time? Yes, they're big, and no, they aren't bigger than last time. It's not like you don't enjoy them." Ed just stared at the woman as she reached across the table and grabbed the watch. "Why'd your uncle give this to you anyway?" Sam asked, swinging it from her finger as she fidgeted with it, "And why are you gonna give it to another girl and not your best friend and girlfriend?"
Ed's eyes glazed over as she dangled the device in front of him, unknowingly trapping him in the limbo she had just endured. "I think it's pretty cool," she admitted, still letting it swing, "Worst case, you can probably pawn it for a couple of hundred bucks and finally buy a ring for me." She slid the watch back to Ed, his focus returning as he stared at his girlfriend. "Sorry, babe," he told her, "But we've only decided to date a couple of months ago." "Yeah, but we've known each other for years, Ed," Sam put her chin on the table, "I just want to keep you to myself." Ed laughed, grabbing her hand, "Soon, babe. I promise."
