Wishr: Morning After - Chapter 1

 Built Atop A Base Story written for me by Julie Saunders

CHAPTER 1

Julie had slept on her side. It was really the only choice, although she had tried to find ways to prop herself up so she could sleep on her back like normal.

Normal was certainly not in the cards anymore.

In fact, unlike most days when she’d be woken up by her phone alarm or the increase of light thanks to the rising sun, Julie had been roused from her sleep by the feeling of her groin being licked by the tongue inside her pussy. She tried to ignore it, but when the new addition to her anatomy sent a particularly strong stroke up to her clit Julie was startled out of her sleepiness.

Pushing herself upright with forty extra pounds of weight hanging from her torso wasn’t easy to do first thing in the morning. As she pivoted upright the bare 7 inch busts hanging from her front and back bounced and swung, settling into place after a moment of hefty jiggling. Her perpetually hard nipples pointed outwards, far perkier than Julie was feeling this early in the day.

Sitting upright meant swinging her legs off the bed, and Julie was reminded of yet another change to herself by a solid clunk! that rang up from the boards. Her feet themselves hadn’t actually made it to the floor. Instead there was three inches of gogo boot between her toes and the hardwood. The strappy red boots she’d fallen asleep with had become smooth pink encasements around her lower legs with six inch heels. Going to bed with boots on had nearly been weirder than dozing with four enormous tits surrounding her, and Julie had let her feet dangle from the ankles down off the end of the mattress so as to not dirty her sheets.

Julie rocked her feet back and forth in their new home and spread her thighs wide. Now less restricted her pussy tongue finished wiping clean all the hair follicles that had started to regrow during the night and pulled back inside her glistening slit. Julie had put her arms behind her and just leaned back while her tongue finished. She took deep breaths to calm her body, not because of the extra fat pushing back on her ribs. Her rear tits tested her upper body strength, hanging towards the sheets and swaying gently, bumping against themselves and her arms.

Encircled by nipples, permanently booted, and with a tongue between her legs the Wishr app had certainly done a number on Julie. She stood up, waiting a moment to judge her balance in the neon pink platforms, before walking over to her mirror.

The symmetrical bounce and pull of her four breasts was what she most needed to get used to; at least she didn’t feel any ache from their weight, just the constant tug of gravity on them. Julie looked herself up and down, striking a pose and sticking out both tongues in a playful manner.

It was she who had sought out the Wishr app. It was she who had chosen her wishes. And it was she who was going to confront the results as positively as possible.

You wanted to look different, so don’t stop halfway there.

Julie strutted straight to her wardrobe and began the search for something appealing that would fit her...situation. Searching from the left corner of the closet she’d made it nearly all the way to the right when she found two things that could possibly handle her unique busty situation. 

She pulled out a purple wrap gown and a black maxi she’d bought last summer. Julie stripped them off their hangers and placed them on the bed. She curved her arm around her bloated bust and bit her nail as she considered the options before her.  Battling with what to make of the two dresses, another thought came to her, it is a Friday, but you are going to class not defining it, maybe try something else that fits the casual occasion and yet revels in your new form.

Like it or not, she was already wearing bright pink gogo boots. They sort of set the baseline for how conservative her outfit would look. Might as well roll with it.

Julie stood over her bed for a while searching her mind for any other workable clothing she may have. She then recalled that in one of her drawers was a black fitted wrap V-neck plunge draped low cut long sleeve top she hadn’t worn in a while because it had been embarrassingly loose on her.

In another drawer her hand grabbed a navy-blue low-waisted zip-front denim mini skirt. Shorts and underwear were well out of the question thanks to the tongue that could lap at her thighs at any point in the day, but the skirt was just long enough that Julie figured her nether would be decently obscured even if she had to pick something up.

Julie didn’t have any bras that would have been of any help even if it was just two giant tits that she was dealing with, so she pulled on the top. The material was smooth and stretchy and the young woman bit her lip as the fabric slid over her four bare nipples. Since they were constantly hard and already popped at two inches they didn’t grow any further from the stimulation, but their incredible sensitivity did send a heavy hot breath of desire down to her cooch. 

Julie released her hands from the top and gripped her desk, her back arching as she dealt with the pleasure pangs she’d just subjected herself to. Her labia were quivering and Julie could feel how wet just putting on the shirt had made her. Under normal circumstances that much stimulation would have sent a little river dripping down her thighs, but this time she had a secret weapon - a tongue she could use to lap up her juices, which she put to use. As long as Julie didn’t accidentally lick her clit she thought she could get through the day dealing with whatever heat her hipples sent southward.

A few more small adjustments to account for the extra breasts the shirt had not been designed to handle and Julie decided she had the shirt in its best place, which revealed just a few inches of her midriff. That done Julie lifted her legs high so she could step into the skirt with as little rolling and shifting of her dual racks as possible. She ran her hands down and over her rear and was pleased with how much the boots did indeed pop it out.

Fully dressed now she looked at the mirror and smiled at herself; she was indeed looking different; it was just not exactly the different she expected the day before. But “more noticeable breasts” and “a rounder ass,” she did indeed have. 

Julie took one more look at herself in the mirror and actually smiled at how how perfectly the top hung on her altered form, revealing her navel and waist, and the way her big forward boobs were on display through the plunge, and how her nipples stood out enticingly under the top. She rotated and saw that the same delectable tenting was happening through the rear of the material, all that was missing behind her was visible cleavage of her back breasts.

It was going to be a sunny day, so Julie picked up her sun shades from her reading table. 

Admiring herself in her own bedroom and facing the actual outside world were two very different things though. Julie was pleased with her outfit, but stepping into the sunlight bubbled up anxiety about what people would say. 

The first challenge of the day, Julie thought, would be getting through the neighborhood between her apartment and campus. She’d just have to survive the looks and comments; she'd never been seen dressed like this before, and certainly not with the addition of four giant tits. Julie didn’t know if any of the older homeowners around her were even aware of the Wishr app or what it could do.

The actual first challenge, as Julie discovered, was navigating the imperfect sidewalk. Between her apartment, the elevator, and the street-level lobby Julie had traversed smooth and consistent surfaces. This was not the case once she was outside, stepping over sidewalks raised by tree roots, finding good footing in gravel, avoiding hoses emptying fire hydrants for testing purposes, and even stepping down and up curbs.

Each normal step through her building had caused her big boobs to bounce and sway, gently pulling and pushing her quartet of nipples around and within the top. It was stimulating, but consistent and Julie could deal with how consistently horny it was making her.

The street was different. She quickly discovered that uncertain footing and sudden large balance-catching motions would create very erotic bolts in her teats that were laser guided to her pussy. Walking in unfamiliar heels and platforms on uneven ground was not becoming a quick learning experience. 

She was getting so wet her poor pussy tongue was having trouble doing anything about it; Julie didn’t have throat muscles or any trained way of keeping lapped lube inside of herself. These sudden sticky jolts of stimulation were simply being spread around her thighs in thicker and thicker layers.

Stopping and leaning against a tree for a moment Julie reconsidered her plan. Her place was a usually-manageable twenty minute walk from campus - but it was also just a five minute drive.

But at the rate she was going Julie was not going to be to class in twenty minutes, possibly not even thirty. She wanted the time to learn to live in her changed body and prepare herself for the reaction that awaited her on campus, but both time and her body were working against her right now.

On top of everything to deal with today Julie didn’t want to be late; she'd always been known to be in class at least fifteen minutes before the lecture started. Stumbling in late, with everyone watching her, was not what she needed. Julie decided to order a car, and pulled out her phone. As she did so she could sense eyes on her and realized a neighbor had stepped out onto their porch. 

Julie wasn't sure how to react so she just stood, her thumb opening apps and requesting the car as if by instinct, while Mrs. Framington stood quietly still on the porch. Framington was maybe only fifteen years older than Julie, one of the youngest people in the neighborhood. The housewife stood practically dazed by Julie's...look. Finished with her phone Julie had no choice but to acknowledge her neighbor, but could only get out an awkward smile and a head nod.

Mrs. Framington immediately snapped back into consciousness and let out a huge smile.

“Wishr app?”

Julie nodded.

"Go, girl, go, Julie, you got rocks," Mrs. Framington replied, giving a thumbs up.

"Thanks," Julie smiled at her neighbor. She actually felt happy, even blushing that the first reaction she had gotten from a mature person was a positive remark. Her posture improved slightly, pushing out the breasts resting before her.

It was then that the car arrived to pick her up. The driver’s eyes were wide but she said nothing more than confirming Julie was who she was there to collect. Julie popped the back door and slid in, biting her lip as she felt her rearwards breasts bump and brush against the back of the seat.

Since she couldn’t sit back like she always had before  - at least, not without most certainly cumming like crazy from grinding her nipples into the material of the car seat - it took a moment for Julie to get situated. With her knees angled towards the center of the car and the side of her left back breast just barely brushing the car seat Julie felt she was ready. She reached out and closed the door, the force of which causing both busts to bounce and jiggle.

Julie sighed as the car pulled away from the curb. The driver was keeping her eyes on the road, but the street was in need of work and Julie held her breath as potholes and speedbumps translated into a lot of wobbling and swaying under her shirt.

A sensation under Julie’s skirt brought her eyes downward. She could feel her second tongue slip out of her slit on its own and begin to lap at her thighs. Julie had figured she’d done enough licking to wash away any growing stubble, but it seemed that her tongue had its own schedule regardless of what she commanded it to do beforehand.

Julie bit her lip and straightened up, her shoulders rising as she gripped the fabric of the car seat. She’d already been on the edge, trying not to cum in front of her neighbors or a stranger, but this was going to push her over. Her body tightened up as Julie prepared herself for the inevitable caress of her-

“Uhhhhggg…” Julie groaned. She tried to push back the sound, but it gurgled out regardless. The young woman wanted to grab her tits, to enhance the orgasm, but she resisted and held tight to the seat - the reflexive pressure of leaning back against her rear tits would have to do.

Julie’s eyes were half closed and she could see the driver staring at her in disbelief through the rear view mirror. As her tongue finished its job and slipped back within her pussy Julie’s muscles relaxed and she leaned forward, a little sweat on her brow. She took a few deep breaths. The orgasm had actually been good, it had cut the tension and allowed her to reboot a little. She wiped the beads of moisture from her brow and let out a sigh.

It was then that she saw that her boots had changed into bright red latex four-inch stilettos, with a poof of white fur that encircled her calves just a few inches south of her knees.

Chapter Two coming soon...