The Haunted Blue JeansThe Haunted Blue JeansBy: Jessica Rabbit”I hate extended business trips”. This is the second time I have had to use the hotel laundry facilities. “It is bad enough to be gone so long that you use all your travel clothes, but then to have your company not reimburse you for the cost of having a laundry service perform this deed makes it even a more bitter experience”, I thought as I rounded the corner to the laundry room. It’s a small laundry room with only 3 washers and dryers, plus a table to fold your clothes on. As I dump my jeans, shirts, and Jockey shorts into the washer basket, I notice that some one left a pair of women’s jeans hanging on the edge of the table. No matter, someone will come back to claim them. I start my clothes and go back up to my room. When I come down to switch my clothes to the dryer I noticed that no one picked up the jeans. Finally, the clothes are done, as I empty the dryer out on the table to fold. It only takes a minute or two, but now I am ready at least apparelwise for tomorrow. “God, is it 11:30 PM already”, I thought as I put my basket of clothes on the dresser. “I hate laundry, I am going to bed, my clothes can wait till morning to be put up”. I stripped to my jockey shorts and pulled the covers back and went to sleep.”Dammit, don’t they know what time it is” my mind screamed at the unexpected 3:07 AM wake up call, courtesy of two drunk and very boisterous, hotel guests. “Those S.O.B.’s are knocking on my door, I’m gonna kill ’em” I thought as I jumped out of bed, picked up and put on a pair of blue jeans without the convenience of the end table lamp. Pissed, I shouted “Wrong fucking room, you asshole” as I opened the door. “Oops, sorry man” said one of the revelers who reminded me of Ted on Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. I slammed the door and went back to my bed, all of this in the dark. “I guess I am tired”, I thought as I struggled with the snap on my jeans. “Damn”, I thought, as I could not get it undone. After fiddling with it for a couple of minutes, I finally had to turn on the light. “What the hell” I said silently to myself while wondering how I ever ended up encased in the jeans that I saw on the table in the Laundromat. I should have noticed that they felt stretchier and were tighter than my jeans, I guess I am really tired. I must have picked them up with my clothes, I will turn them into the office tomorrow. “But why can’t I get the snap undone”, I thought as I fumbled with it half-awake. “Oh fuck it, I just get it off in the morning”, as I gave up and plopped onto the bed and turned off the light.The clock says – 7:13 AM – What a strange dream, 1st because I rarely remember them, but second because it was absolutely wild. I was walking down a busy street when I spot this chick who has this very voluptuous butt and wide hips, what we call bottom heavy in skintight jeans. To accentuate her backside, for whatever reason, she is wearing black high pumps that causes her to shift her hips and stick her butt out in even a more exaggerated fashion. I can’t see her front, but she is wearing a tight pink shirt and I see the straps of her bra. “Um.. 3 hooks”, she may not be well endowed but she surely has a noticeable set of tits I bet. Without realizing it, I start to follow her. I am mesmerized by the rolling action of her big butt and am silently wondering how can she walk like that with so much east-west action on a body going north-south. I mean I like full figured gals, but why would you draw attention to having a big ass unless you were trolling for guys. As she turns to go into an apartment building, I get a profile shot. “Jeez, her ass sticks out a good 5 in from her backside and is shaped like someone cut a giant teardrop into to pieces and applied them to her backside. She does have a nice set of boobs, but I still didn’t see her face. I turned to follow her into the apartment building about thirty feet behind. She starts to climb the stairs giving me a clear view of her ass rolling back and forth. “Why do I think that is sexy, I have never been an assman”, I thought as I became hypnotized by the sashaying of her hips. Up 3 flights of stairs and then she opens a door to an apartment. I follow her even into the apartment because she left the door open. I peek around the corner, and see her take off her shirt, leaving her bra strap clad back exposed to me. Still facing Escort bayan away from me, she takes off her heels and puts them on the bed. She then undoes her pants and peels them off. She is wearing a derriere-shaping girdle, judging how the seam of the girdle rides the crack of her ass and how the webbing seems to look like it shapes upward. Only then does she turn around to face me. I guess I should have been more startled than I was, but for some reason my feminized face was atop this woman’s body. What’s more, she had a blond pageboy haircut. She then spoke “Those jeans you are wearing are turning you into this” as she waved from top to bottom with both hands much the same way Barbara Eden did as Jeanie. “You have until 9:08 AM to get them off, otherwise you will need a “WIDE LOAD” sign across your ass, what is more you are going to want to hump like a bunny. Just then she took off her bra displaying a really nice set of jugs and handed me her bra with the label up – 38C. “If you let this happen, you will need this also” referring to the bra that I am holding. “I am cursed with a 38-20-39 figure, this is your fate unless you break the spell. You will know you are losing if you think like a woman, or think about being a woman”. With that statement my dream was over. The clock says – 7:20 AM – I get up and I am still in the jeans, and again I can’t seem to get the snap open. Regardless of the stupid dream, I got to get these off. I pick up my laundry basket and walk over to the dresser for two reasons: one to put up my clothes and two to get the scissors in my sewing kit that I put in my underwear drawer. Before I open the drawer, I see how tight these pants are. My bulge is quite noticeable and the jeans are quite feminine. I open the drawer and start feeling around for the sewing kit when my hand runs across something silky. “What the hell are these doing in there”? Realizing that I had just pulled a pair of hip hugging panties out of my underwear drawer. I thought “these feel pretty nice” just then I felt my dick and balls shrink at least an inch or more and to make the sensation stranger I felt like I just orgasmed at the same time. “What the fuck was that” I thought as I looked at a smaller bulge encased in the jeans, “and why the hell did it feel so good. Damn, I better take this serious, I gotta make sure I don’t think about that dream”. I find my sewing kit and then put the underwear in the drawer. Standing in front of the mirror, I take the scissors out of the kit and proceed to try to cut the snap off which doesn’t work. I then decide to cut the jeans from the front pocket, but I can’t get the blade in because the jeans are too tight. I then turn around to get a view of the back pockets in the mirror. As I move the blade to the pocket to cut, the damn pocket disappears right in front of my eyes. In shock I drop the scissors and stare at my butt encased in jeans with no back pockets. I put my hands on my butt to see if my eyes deceived me, but all I can see is a pair of male hands on a butt in tight woman’s jeans. Wham! I just came again “why did I think that was sexy”, I felt my dick and balls shrink again. “I have to stop that shit” I don’t want to have to squat to piss, I thought as I turned around to look in the mirror. My crotch is definitely smaller. The clock says – 7:45 AM – I better get some help. I know what I will do; I will put my shoes on and a sweatshirt and see if I can have the house doctor get me out of this. I open my sock drawer and have another shock; all my socks appear to be gone and have been replaced with stockings, pantyhose, and garter belts. Disbelieveingly, I pick up a pair of pantyhose and look at the label – Control Top. “Good” I thought to myself. POW – I orgasm as I feel my dick shrink again. This time it leaves me shaking because it felt so good. The clock says – 7:52AM – That one was bad. It felt like I came so hard that I almost passed out. I know that is real, I got to find a way to control myself. I look at my crotch in the mirror, I have a bulge about like a 13-year-old boy, it’s damn near flat. I think, “if I don’t stop making mistakes, the only hard-on I am grabbing is the one I’m guiding into to my pussy”. Oh shit, not again as I get racked by orgasmic pleasure. I start rubbing my crotch trying to keep the intensity up “I…I…..I…got to…. stop. This.. Bayan escort is….not….natural….Ahhhh”. It finally subsides, and I can barely feel anything there. I lay back on the bed to recover.The clock says – 8:09AM – I look down my torso, at the bottom part of the zipper is a little bulge and I can tell I have a very little dick and balls. “Having some balls is better than having no balls”, I thought. I have to get some help. I will put a pair of gym shorts over my jeans to hide my (lack of) bulge. As I open my underwear drawer again, another baseball bat hits me upside the head. All of my underwear is changed into panties, briefs, and girdles of different colors. I guess I know that I shouldn’t be stunned considering my morning so far. “This is very serious” I thought as I picked up a pair of red crotchless panties and thought “this will sure make it easier to fuck me…”. “My God ! What have I done !” I screamed as an orgasmic freight train leveled me to the bed. “I have gone too far” I said as I am bucking my crotch into the air, milking the orgasm for all it’s worth. During my thrusts, I feel a new sensation of being opened were my dick was. I feel my underwear change from the cotton roughness of jockey shorts to the firm control of webbed spandex. I feel a seam ride up the crack of my ass. I feel a pulling action on my butt cheeks trying to lift them up. Finally, I feel the seam of my pants press firmly into my defining slit. Next, I feel my self lose consciousness.The clock says – 8:31AM – “What the hell happened to me” I am groggy after the last episode. After a second I realize what has happened to me. I have a seam of my underwear going up my crack, and I have a kunt as evidenced by the seam of the pants splitting me like a melon. “These fucking pants have given me a pussy, but I still have 37 minutes to stop this and see if I can get my dick back”! I get up still kind of wobbly legged and open my T-shirt drawer, “Wow, I sure have a lot of bras”, I picked up one like the girl had on last night. Olga – 38C – Underwire full cup. “I wonder if it is comfortable” Oh no, I feel the orgasmic intensity pick up again, but different. My pussy is calling for something to be inside of it now. When my crotch turned up, I felt my shoulders shrink and my hair grow. Despite the dull roar of my pussy getting excited, I am still coherent. I look in the mirror, and see my hair is a blond page boy and my shoulders are very small and feminine. The clock says – 8:35AM – I struggle to the closet and open it. I find a sweatshirt to put on over my naked chest. My crotch is still aching for satisfaction. I look down and see that all my shoes have been turned into ‘fuck me’ pumps and sandals. “I guess I am going to have to paint my toenails” I thought as the aching intensified. Just as I thought that, I felt my torso shrink and my muscular thighs stretch the pants legs as their composition changed to make them much shapelier. ” I.. have to stop… thinking…about…. Woman….things……I am…..rocketing……toward …….womanhood…!” I am having trouble thinking through the sexual tension my pussy is putting me through.The clock says – 8:39AM – I get the sweat shirt on and thank God nothing happens. I have to get help. I look in the mirror. My face is feminine, my upper body is feminine but hard to size because of the sweatshirt and no tits. I have no hips, but you can tell I have a pussy. The pants are tight around the legs and you can tell that my thighs are shapely.The clock says – 8:42AM – Despite the ever constant roar in my kunt, I am ready to go get help. “What’s this” I ask myself as I pass by my dresser. “Put it down, and don’t go there!” I scream at myself. What is in my hand is my men’s magazine dealing with X rated videos. I open it up and see a girl with large boobs getting done doggy style by a guy pinning her to him by grabbing her hips. “So that’s what they are good for” I thought as the wave intensified and for the first time I felt my hips and butt grow. I was amazed and horny, I watch it happen. My waist shrank 3 inches and my hips shot out 3 inches. Through my near orgasm, I turn and got a profile. My butt must have added an inch on as well. I could feel the underwear pressing against my butt. I turn the page and there is another girl sitting on top of cock with the guy thrusting up into Escort her while pinning her to his crotch by holding her hips with his hand. Looks of ecstasy on both of their faces. “That looks like it feels real good” I thought as again, I take a big step toward orgasming; as a matter of fact, I am dry humping the air. Back in the recesses of my mind, I realized that I just made my hips and ass much bigger at my waist’s expense. I dimly look through my squinting eyes at my profile and see that my ass juts out about three inches now. I have a girl’s ass.The clock says – 8:55AM – Thank goodness I dropped the magazine during that last bout. I am having trouble moving because of the sexual stupor I am in. I finally start to walk and I feel my ass swing side to side and I have no control over it. I get to the door and open it. I am having trouble concentrating, but I have to get help. I walk down the hall, looking for anyone to help me. I am very aware of the spectacle of my butt sashaying down the hallway. I then walk into the guy, I yelled at last night. Apparently since he sober he doesn’t recognize me. I blurt out in my orgasmic high “Can you help me with my pants, the snap is stuck”! Where did that high voice come from, I sounded dingy as hell. The guy looked at me puzzled like and then regained his composure “Lady, I usually like my chicks with tits, but you must have been the inspiration for ‘baby’s got back’, sure I’ll help, but in your room.” No don’t think like that, but to late “I have a guy coming into my room” this just about kicked me over the edge. While we were walking back to my room, I felt my waist shrink very tiny, and my hips and my butt swell so much it caused me to trip. The guy caught me, but some how put his hand on my ass. The underwear definitely was working, I felt like it was lifting up my butt. His hand felt exquisite as he applied pressure to my big butt.The clock says – 9:06AM – I can’t stand it any longer. I turn to him and say in my bimbo voice “Mister, please undo my pants they are driving me crazy”. I am going to make it. The guy smiles and says “I generally don’t fuck girls with big asses, but in your case I will make an exception. You look like you need it real bad” as he unsnapped my jeans.The clock says – 9:07AM – I gonna make it. As soon as he unsnapped my jeans, I had the wherewithal to start peeling them off. First, over my wide hips and big butt. This exposed the butt shaping girdle, that my jockey shorts had turned into. I get the jeans pulled off, while the guy is smiling at me. He thinks he is going to fuck me and I think he is going to be very surprised when I turn back into myself. I am still very much on the edge.The clock says – 9:08AM – Why hasn’t stopped and changed me back. I am still very hot and bothered, and the guy has started taking liberties with my butt and pussy.The clock says – 9:09AM – What is wrong? !! I ask what time is it ? “Oh it’s about 9:20, I noticed your clock was about 5 minutes slow when we walked in, but now its time to fuck you”. “Oh god no!” I screamed silently as I felt my panty girdle roll off my wide hips and onto the floor. I then found myself following him to the bed where he laid down. My desires overcame me, as he guided me by my hips down onto his dick in a straddling position. “Baby, lets see if I shoot you to the moon” as I am lowered onto the head of his dick. My pussy was so wet , I slide on easily. But just the same I cooed by being penetrated. I became aware of him thrusting and I also became aware of my big butt acting like a pillow. As I started getting pumped, the girl in my dreams reappeared “Now look at you, You have doomed us to wearing panty girdles and bras forever. I hope you get used to control top pantyhose! All you had to do was get someone else right away to undo the snap of the pants. I guarantee you won’t like having a big butt. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you: the more he pumps you the bigger your boobs grow” then she disappeared leaving me in my temporary ecstasy.As he pumps me, I feel my nipples start tingling. With each thrust I feel weight added to my chest. Again and again and pretty soon I feel them bouncing. My nipples are hard and big. I try to reach up to stop them from growing or bouncing, but then he grabs my hands pulling me down tighter. Each successive thrust my boobs get bigger, I feel my nipples adjust in location as my boobs swell. I feel him start tense up and he grabs my hips. I start seeing stars and tensing up. I know I am crossing the line, I am orgasming and I feel him shooting in me, I shriek in orgasmic pleasure “you’ve fucked me……., you gave me big tits…..AHHHHHH………!”(c) 1998