Wish Upon A Star For A Big Tiddy Goth GF - Goth TG TF

 

~Model: Missy Sahägun~

21 year old Mathew lead a relatively mundane life, living by himself despite his best efforts to find a girlfriend. Soon though things would change. One night Mathew is watching TV when he notices something bright flying through the night sky. He quickly realizes that it's a shooting star. Having never seen a shooting star before, he can't help but wonder if he should make a wish. It seems a bit silly and he doesn't believe in magic, but he does it anyway.

Mathew tries to think of what to wish for as the shooting star goes trailing across the sky. He thinks quickly, and wishes for the first thing that comes to mind.

"I wish for a big titty goth girlfriend!" he shouts, not wanting to waste the potential magic.

As the wish is made, something unexpected occurs. A bright flash lights up the whole sky and takes him by surprise. The shooting star is nowhere to be seen.

"Damn!" he exclaims with surprise. "What the hell was that?"

He's never heard of shooting stars flashing, or whatever just happened. Maybe it was magic? Maybe his wish was granted?

Looking around the room, he doesn't notice anything different. Though just to be sure he begins to search his apartment, looking for any sign of a big titty goth girl. Mathew checks every room, looking under the bed, in the closet, in the shower, and even outside the front door. Though nothing. No goth girls to be found, despite his meticulous and thorough search.

He can't help feeling ever so slightly disappointed, and even more stupid that he even entertained the idea that it might work.

"Of course it didn't work." he sighs, shaking his head as he sits down on the couch. "Magic isn't real."

"Magic isn't real?" comes a distinctly female voice in a whisper. "Oh, it's very real. Just wait and see..."

Surprised he immediately looks around, searching for the source of the voice. The room is empty however.

"Oh, great. Now I'm hearing things." Mathew says to himself, before calling out just to be sure. "Hello?"

No answer. Though in his moment of hesitation, a presence is felt in the room. It's as though someone is watching him. His heart starts beating faster, and he feels a rush of adrenaline course through him.

Something cold brushes past him, and he immediately bolts into his room and slams the door shut. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, before opening the door again.

"I wish upon a star for a big titty goth girlfriend, and I get a fucking ghost."

Mustering the courage, he steps into the room, finding absolutely nothing there. Nothing, no one. It's completely empty, no ghost whatsoever. Letting out a sigh of relief, he puts it out of his mind and goes to get a drink from the kitchen.

Though, as he takes a few steps, a sudden tingle in his skin distracts him. Something definitely isn't right. Though what? He has no idea.

Mathew suddenly notices something very odd. His hands look noticeably smaller and daintier, with long nails covered in black polish. The skin covering them also looks paler.

"What the fuck..." he says to himself in confusion, touching his face. "What the hell is happening to me?"

Whatever is happening, he can feel it effecting his face. His entire facial structure begins to change, cheekbones becoming more prominent, lips bigger, nose smaller, and his eyes seem bigger with longer lashes. He looks around for something to see himself, and catches sight of himself in the reflection of his toaster. He gasps at the sight of his face.

A woman looks back, one that he doesn't recognize. Her eyes are dark and soulful with thick black eyeliner, lips dark red and pouting, skin pale and cheeks rosy. Her hair is short and brown, but it quickly turns black and falls down her shoulders as it grows out.

"No..." Mathew whispers. "I'm... I'm..."

The voice coming from his lips catches him by surprise. It's huskier, lower and sexier. He blushes at the sound of it, turning away from his reflection as his mind races. What the hell is happening?

"I must be going mad." he thinks to himself. "This can't be real."

The pale skin of his face and hands spreads up his arms and down his neck, moving over the rest of his body. As it does, Mathew's form becomes less male and more female. Breasts begin to develop as his ass swells and rounds out. His hips widen and waist narrows, as curves become more evident.

Suddenly the realization hits him. This is because of the wish he made, the shooting star must have gotten his wish wrong! It's the only possible explanation for this madness.

"This isn't what I wished for!" he complains aloud to whoever will hear him. "I wished for a big titty goth girlfriend... I don't want to become one!"

Panic washes over him as he tries to think of what to do, but what can he do? He's completely helpless to whatever forces are at work.

The transformation seems to effect more than just his body, as he watches his outfit change before his eyes. The plain blue t-shirt he was wearing transforms into a tight black sweater dress, with long sleeves and a dip down the front that shows off his new cleavage. His jeans and sneakers morph into a pair of fishnet stockings, and knee high boots with platform heels.

"No... no... this is all wrong... I'm a guy... I'm a guy...!" he panics, trying to deny the truth.

He can feel his boxer shorts transform, squeezing tight against a now shrinking manhood. They transform into a pair of lacy black panties, forcing his male sex into his body as it transforms into a sensitive female slit.

"Oh... fuuuuck!" comes a moan from his lips, as an endless wave of ecstasy hits him.

Mathew doubles over, grabbing the counter top for balance, while his other hand drifts up his soft thick thigh.

"Oh... fuck my legs... my legs are so soft and sexy now... I can feel them shaking... feels good... I... Oh... GOD!"

Female hormones flood every inch of his... HER body, moving over her like a lover. She's in ecstasy, in pure bliss. The hairs on her body stand up as the womanhood between her legs throbs. Her eyes flutter as her brain begins to melt and she nearly collapses from the overwhelming intensity of the sensations. She falls forward against the counter top, breasts squishing against the flat surface.

Mathew's thoughts become a muddled mess, as her brain focuses only on the pleasure her body is feeling.

"I... I can't... take... this...!" she gasps, struggling to stand.

Her hand moves up her body as she squeezes her milky thighs together, ushering a small gasp from her lips. Her eyes wander down to her tits, which are straining against her dress. They begin to ache as her nipples harden, pushing against the fabric of her dress like bullets.

"I want... I want...!" she moans, not knowing what she wants.

Then just when it seems the changes have stopped, her breasts begin to grow even bigger. They quickly begin to fill out her sweater, jiggling and shaking as the two huge masses of flesh push outward against the fabric.

"My... my tits... they're huge...!" she gasps, feeling the blood rushing to them.

Soon enough she's left with a pair of monstrous titties bigger than her head. So large in fact that she finds it difficult to stand up straight with the weight of them on her chest. She grabs at them, fingers barely able to wrap around the soft mountains of joy.

"Can't...! I can't...! Oooh!" Mathew moans, feeling a sudden explosion of wetness between her legs.

Her head throbs as her eyes roll into the back of her head, every nerve ending feeling intense pleasure. Her hands grasp at her head as she lets out a moan, a scream stuck in her throat.

The pleasure is too much for her to handle, completely destroying her mind, as everything stops making sense. Mathew can't think, can't remember who she is. Her entire life up to this point has been erased from her mind. All that's left is endless burning waves of ecstasy, and the need to have more. It's maddening, torturous, and all she wants is her release.

The former Mathew stumbles blindly through her apartment, hands rubbing desperately at her soaked panties. The heels, the massive weight on her chest, and the overwhelming pleasure almost send her tumbling to the floor. Though she grabs for the door frame, finding some strength to stay standing.

"I need to get off... I need to get off..." she moans, and begins feeling around on the walls of the hallway.

She is so distracted that she doesn't even notice as her entire apartment begins to change. The plain interior quickly begins to become more dark and Gothic, with black walls, dark red curtains, and macabre paintings of crows decorating the walls. The furniture becomes more elaborate with black and red leather. Everything is in keeping with the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

She manages to make it to her bedroom, and finds it has been completely transformed into a sultry red room filled with smoke and sexual energy. The bed is large and black, with red sheets and covers. A large dark wardrobe sits in the corner of the room. Two high-backed chairs face each other near a table, and there's a large, thick vase on the table full of black roses.

The room is more than enough to send her into sensory overload. All this temptation, this wicked desire filled room. Her knees begin to feel weak, and she feels her legs want to give out.

"Oh god... Oh my god...!" she moans, noticing the collection of wicked sex toys around her room.

There's a collection of whips, paddles, cuffs, and a variety of dildos large and small. Everything a woman could possibly need to bring her fantasies to life. She stares at the assortment for a moment, imagining herself cuffed to the bed and whipped.

She can't take it anymore. She needs release... now.

Mathew rips off her dress and pull down her panties, before stumbling towards the table. She grabs the largest dildo in the room, a massive dragon dildo covered in ridges. The sight of it makes her painfully wet, and she wants nothing more than to have it stuffed inside her.

Dildo in hand, she hurries to bed and collapses onto the soft covers. She spreads her thighs as wide as she can, before slamming the dildo into her pussy. It goes in with a bit of effort, the head forcing her cunt lips wide open as it slides into her tight depths.

"Oh... fuck..." she moans, shivering in ecstasy as her pussy begins to tremble.

Gritting her teeth, she begins furiously working the ginormous sex toy in and out of herself. The feeling of it slamming into her over and over again is so intense, so incredible. It's like nothing she's ever felt before, and she grips the sheets as she works herself towards the finish line.

"I'm... I'm going to...!" she moans, feeling a rush of wetness coating her thighs.

Mathew's entire body begins to shake as the waves of pure ecstasy crash over her. Her muscles tighten as she shuts her eyes, screaming and howling like an animal as she finally reaches her desperately needed climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her as she lets out a series of gasps and moans.

After what feels like an eternity, her body gives one last shudder, and she collapses onto her back. The dildo slides out of her cunt, covered in warm juices. She lies there, breasts heaving with each breath and she's left completely spent.

As Mathew comes down from her high, the sex induced haze lifts from her mind. She blinks as everything comes rushing back, and she finally remembers who she really is.

She's Gwen, a beautiful 21 year old woman with a love of everything dark. She's an absolute sweetheart, and wants nothing more than to have a boyfriend of her very own. She's working part time as a bartender to earn extra spending money, and is saving up to get her nursing qualification. She loves reading, horror films, and all things Gothic.

The new woman lets out a sigh as she notices the dildo laying on the bed.

"Another night alone..." Gwen says to herself, tossing the dildo into a drawer.

She can't understand why she's still single, despite being such a drop dead gorgeous woman. There's something odd about it, but she just can't place what...

Her thoughts are interrupted when she notices a bright light in the night sky. Looking out the window she quickly realizes it's a shooting star! How could she forget? Tonight is the night she's been waiting for! The night to make her wish, and she knows just what she wants.

Climbing out of bed, she hurries to the window. The sky's full of stars, and the moon's out in full. She smiles, placing a hand over her heart as she makes her wish.

"I wish that I had a handsome boyfriend." she whispers, staring up at the sky. "Someone to make my life complete."

As the wish is made, a bright light appears in the sky. It's so bright that it's blinding. The light soon fades away, and all that's left is a star-lit night sky.

Gwen lies back down in bed, smiling to herself. Perhaps her wish really was granted.

As she's getting ready to fall asleep, a sudden knocking at the front door gets her attention. Who could it be at this time of night?

Standing up, she slips on her sweater dress and hurries to the door. As she pulls it open, she finds a young man on the other side. He's tall and very good looking. His black hair is slicked back, and he has striking blue eyes. He's wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, and in his hand is a bouquet of black roses.

"Hey," he smiles warmly, "I'm Owen, are you Gwen?"

She tries to form words, but finds them stuck in her throat. She simply nods her head in response.

"Well these are for you!" he says, handing her the black roses.

She takes the beautiful black flowers, inhaling their sweet smell. She can't help but smile as she looks at him, feeling a flutter in her heart. Something odd comes over her, and as much as she struggles to comprehend what she's feeling it becomes obvious, she's falling madly in love. This must be the guy from the shooting star. He is everything she wanted in a boyfriend, and more.

This is no mistake. He has to be sent from heaven to make her life complete. Gwen instantly knows he is her boyfriend.

"I... I...," she stammers, not knowing what to say.

"Are you alright?" asks Owen, still smiling.

She can't help herself. She throws her arms around him, pulling him tight into her bosom as she presses her lips to his. He's taken aback for a moment, but soon reacts. His arms go around her waist, as his lips part, and the kiss deepens. She holds him tightly, not wanting to ever let go.

After a moment the two of them pull away, breathless.

"This is a dream come true babe," Gwen says with a smile. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." he smiles, running his thumb along her cheek.

The feeling in her heart intensifies, and she know this is the one. She finally knows true happiness.

"Come on, I have something special to show you babe," she says with a playful smirk, taking his hand.

The two of them head inside, closing the door as they start their new life together.