Meet Mitchell Jenkins. 21-year-old, 5'10", gray-eyed, brown-haired pervert. Not that he was a bad guy... Just a pervert. But at least he kept it private, making sure nobody was able to see his Internet history, bookmarks, and hard drive. Because if anybody ever did, well, that would just be embarrassing!

It was about 11:30 on a Saturday-- a fine early-summer day, sunny and hot but not too hot. But rather than doing something outside, or at least out of his bedroom, he was currently hunched over his desk, drumming his fingers as he looked over the interface on his new phone.

The BlueBerry Soothsayer III, supposedly the most powerful personal reality-altering device since the World Processor. Mitch had heard stories on the Internet of similar, less advanced devices. Enchanted notebooks that made true whatever was written in them. Typewriters that performed the same function, albeit a bit easier to use. And then there was the Master PC, which may have had a limited area of effect but the menus and 3-dimensional representations of targets made it a powerful device indeed. Finally the World Processor, as its name suggests, eliminated the range limitations with the compromise of a simpler command-line interface.

But, time moves on and technology advances at an astounding rate. In this day and age smartphones are all the rage. It began with the original BlueBerry Soothsayer Global Edition, which was released about the same time as the surge in popularity of the early BlackBerry models. Its touch screen was operated by a stylus, text entered through the use of specific gestures for each character. Admittedly, this may not seem a great improvement over the standard smartphone implementation, but the BlueBerry was far more advanced in correctly recognizing what was being entered.

Its key feature: the Soothsayer application, which seemingly altered reality at the command of its user. He or she would simply enter what they desired, and thus reality was altered accordingly. Of course, what was actually happening was a bit more complicated, and less controversial than blatantly changing the structure of reality. The phone itself was (and still is, with current models) a multi-verse transportation device. When assigned an owner, the BlueBerry creates a physical link with the individual, and upon the execution of a command, the BlueBerry connects to a central processor with which it requests the destination of the parallel universe in which only the specified changes are present and all other aspects identical to the user's current universe. Said user is then transported either immediately to the destined parallel universe, or through a series of "routing" universes, depending on the type of change requested. Alterations such as items being present in one universe but not in another, or differences in numeric values, for example, do not necessitate routing universes, as said alteration is only represented by a "1" or "0" value. Conversely, physical changes to a person's body, for example, would require routing, as there is a gradual scale of difference between neighboring universes. To the user, then, it would simply appear as if the change was occurring gradually over a (usually short) period of time. It is also important to note that the central processor's database, which is present and identical in all universes, contains the "travel history" for each of its users, so that revisiting previous universes can be accomplished easily.

Granted, none of that is truly important, as from the user's perspective, reality is being altered around them. The travel system worked (and still works) perfectly, but there was one major flaw with the original BlueBerry Soothsayer Global Edition: security. There was only one security system in place. Upon activation, the phone created a mental link with its user to install compatibility software into his or her subconscious. In other words, only the phone's owner could understand how to navigate its user interface. It prevented literally everyone else except the owner from using it, but it did not protect against theft, separation, or any other means by which the owner could be prevented from using it.

Thus the next incarnation was developed: The BlueBerry Soothsayer II (the "Global Edition" was dropped, as it was rather irrelevant considering there were no other variations). Enhanced security features mainly involved a mental link with everyone in its vicinity which inhibited the desire to as much as touch the phone without the owner's permission, or interrupt him from using it. Upon misplacement, the phone would emit a subconscious command to anyone within range to ensure that it would find its way back to its owner. As well as the extra security features, a keypad was added to the physical interface so that text may be entered more easily, and the Soothsayer app itself was upgraded with menu "quick-select" options that mostly dealt with the "awareness" of individuals within range, whereas with the previous model it was required that the user specifically enter the desire for another person to be aware of the alterations into the Soothsayer app's command line.

More improvements were made with the current model. The phone's chasis was upgraded to nigh-indestructible levels of sturdiness, for one thing. But the most noticeable upgrade was with the Soothsayer app's interface. It still prominently featured the command line implementation, but it also included a graphical display of the alteration (when appropriate). The mental link that was used by previous models now conferred to the user a heightened sense of sight when viewing the BlueBerry's display screen, which allowed the user to literally see more detail than would normally be physically be impossible for a screen of its size. Thus, more information about the desired alteration could be displayed as the user entered a command. As far as programming, the third generation also used a much more advanced "intention recognition" A.I. software, which used the mental link with the user to analyze his or her intent while entering a command. In this way, the BlueBerry virtually always knew what its user wanted and ensured the desired result was attained.

Mitch's face turned beet red as the most perverted idea formed in his head. Apprehensively, he used his index finger to navigate the touch screen of his new BlueBerry, opening up the Soothsayer app and looked at the screen. A simple command prompt came up, the cursor blinking expectantly. He paused for a moment, and tapped his finger to his lips as he thought about what to type. He wanted it to be simple, and so he had to make sure he got the wording right. Mitch was always obsessed with breasts, even never taking his hands of his girlfriend's when they're together. He just loved the way the felt in his hands; their shape, girth and weight.

If I'm going to commit to this, I need to make sure I got all my bases covered, so as to avoid awkward situations. he thought to himself. Alright. Here goes nothing.

I will grow natural breasts to a size of my liking. They will appear normal on me, and no one will find it odd that I have breasts.

Mitch waited a second before confirming the change, thinking over what he's going to do. If I don't want them, I can always undo the command. And with that, he pressed the "confirmed" button.

His chest began to feel tingly almost instantly, spreading all over his torso. It wasn't long before Mitch could see two distinct mounds form under his T-shirt and rise outward. He could feel his nipples harden as they brushed against the fabric. This in turn began to stir his loins, as the overall growth gave him some pleasure.

They grew to what Mitch could assume were A-cups, and continued growing fuller. He slowly places his hands on his new breasts and cupped them. He could feel their growth under his palms, separating his fingers.

They grew to B-cups now, and Mitch could feel their weight on his chest. There was enough there to press together, as he formed his own cleavage. This was really turning him on now, as his erection can be seen through his jeans. He looked down his shirt, and was surprised to see his chest hair was completely gone. I guess it wouldn't appear right if I did have hair there.

Mitch was now sporting a healthy pair of C-cups, and they started to dip a little, taking on a tear-drop shape. Not wanting to stay in suspense, he quickly discarded his shirt to view his new set of breasts. They were surely a sight to behold, in a strange sort of way. They nearly filled his vision as he looked down at them. His nipples and areola even increased in size, looking like eraser tips on fifty-cent pieces. He circled his fingers around each nipple, causing him more pleasure. Mitch sat down on his bed and then proceeded to undo his pants. He started to masturbate to his now D-cup breasts. This is probably the strangest thing in human history, but I don't care right now! His growing breasts bounced and moved with each "gesture".*

Mitch was lost in his own pleasure, not realizing his breasts were beyond that of DD-cups. It wasn't until he came that he noticed his breasts were about to reach his erect manhood. Wow! What a feeling. he thought to himself. I guess this should be good enough for the time being. As if on that last thought, his breasts stopped their growth. They must have been H-cups, and they jiggled slightly as he breathed vigorously. Mitch pulled up his pants and stood up, and was nearly thrown off balanced due to his new assets. "Woah, now. I guess I better learn to get use to these things."

After fondling his breasts for one last time, he remembered the BlueBerry on the bed. Mitch picked up the device, and thought aloud, "Now, what else can I do with this thing?"

Mitch was about to pick up his BlueBerry, when he heard someone knocking at his door. "Mitch! I need to borrow something from you." 

Before he did anything, Mitch replied with, "G-Give me a second, sis!" And as if on queue, the impatient Rae opened the door, taking Mitch by surprise. Instinctively, he covered his breasts with his arms, but he could clearly see Rae couldn't care less. "I just need to borrow that green top for tonight. I'm going out with some of the girls to this new club." 

Mitch could only muster up an "Okay, sis" before he apprehensively lowered his arms, letting his breasts show freely. Rae managed to find what she was looking for, and then said, "Got it! Whoa, big bro. I knew you were stacked, but sometimes I forget just how large they are." She then proceeded to sit down next to Mitch and nonchalantly caress his breasts. Mitch could only sit as still as possible, being completely uncomfortable with his sister's actions and loving them at the same time. Rae did take notice of this, and asked with a cocked eyebrow, "Geez, why so nervous? You're acting like we've never compared our boobies before." 

You can sure say that again Mitch thought to himself, and then he started to relax a bit. Her small hands feeling all over his breasts was certainly stirring up his member in his pants, but he discretely fought against it. "Man, you're so lucky to be so endowed. Mom always said you take after her side the most. All I have are these itty-bitty B-cups." And without missing a beat, Rae took off her shirt, and the fact that she wore no bra surprised Mitch the most. Her's were definitely smaller compared to his, but they still looked nice--which disturbed Mitch even more just thinking about it. They were a but more rounded than his, too. 

"Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers, as they say." Rae then put on the green top, which looked too small to belong to Mitch, but it also appeared to be made of stretchable material. Right as Rae turned to leave, Mitch got an idea. "Wait! I, uh, have something to tell you..." 

Before Rae would respond, Mitch managed to write out in the BlueBerry, Give Rae my breasts and leave no sign of me ever having them. He quickly pressed "confirm" and watched as his own breasts deflated quickly and saw his sister's grow almost spontaneously. There was a brief moment where Rae seemed to be lost in a daze, but she still responded. "What is it?" 

Mitch saw Rae's new bust stretch out the material of the green top. Since they were rounded to begin with, her breasts looked like two basketballs being squished together. "You, uh... Look great." 

Rae only smiled, then she leaned in to kiss Mitch on the cheek; he could feel her breasts hover over his neck and chest. "That's so sweet, big bro." Rae then turned to leave again, but stopped and said, "Hey, do you wanna come with? I'm sure my friends wouldn't mind it if you could "chaperon" us.

Mitch's initial instinct was to decline the invitation. After all, why would he want to spend the evening with a bunch of teenage girls when he could be at home experimenting with his new reality-twisting toy?

But then he considered: Rae and her three hot friends would make excellent test subjects, wouldn't they? He couldn't help picture what Nina and Mei would look like with larger breasts... and what Dana would like if her breasts were so big they threatened to burst through her shirt...

But no. Ultimately Mitch went with his instincts. Although the idea of messing with Rae's friends was tempting, he'd much rather focus on experiencing his perverted fantasies first hand. "Sorry, Rae. I have things to do tonight."

"Aww..." Rae pouted. "You sure?" she asked sweetly. Too sweetly. She squared her shoulders back in such a way that her near-basketball-sized breasts thrust out proudly, acting as a magnet for Mitch's eyes.

"Er..." He shook his head, reminding himself who those amazing breasts belonged to. "Yeah, I'm sure." Another quick pout later, Rae said her good-bye and walked off. Mitch sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on the encounter he'd just had. Since when does Rae flirt with me to get what she wants? he wondered. Since I changed reality, he quickly reasoned. She had something to use to her advantage now. "Whatever," he mumbled, and hopped off his bed.

The lack of weighted jiggling on his chest initially threw him off. He crinkled his eyebrows in confusion, and then looked down at his normal, flat chest. It was strange that after spending only a few minutes with those wonderful, wonderful boobies he now felt that being normal wasn't right anymore. He moved in front of his mirror, and looked at his profile, imagining himself with another pair of soft, round breasts.

He quickly whipped out his BlueBerry, and opened up the Soothsayer app... But then he paused. He took another look at himself in the mirror, his eyes roaming up and down his body...

True, Mitch was a boob-man. He loved breasts. They were his absoltue favorite part of the female anatomy, to be sure. But that didn't mean that's all he focused on. On the contrary, Mitch was a fan of the female figure in general. He was an ass-man, too! And a leg man! And even a skin-man! He couldn't deny that would be fun and just plain erotic to experience any one of those things.

Nah, Mitch thought to himself. Though the other ideas sounded interesting, he couldn't deny that he was much more interested in breasts. So he began typing a very simple sentence that would take care of that:

I have breasts again.

Grinning wildly, he watched as his chest smoothed over once more, and began to slowly puff out around his nipples. He experienced the same pervading tingling as before, and was delighted to feel his nipples harden from the pleasure. The main difference, though, was that this time his shirt was off, and he was able to watch. His nipples puffed up, enlarged, and a slightly darker ring slowly radiated outward. At the same time, tender-looking flesh accumulated atop his ribcage, pushing forwards first in a cone-like shape, but then rounding out as his budding breasts gained more mass.

But then they stopped. Why? Because that's what Mitch suddenly wanted. By the time his breasts had reached a borderline C-cup - not large at all, but very pretty, smooth, and perky - he suddenly became very curious about them. The BlueBerry's "intention detection" subsystem, which recognizes what it user wants from his or her commands (even part-way through the transition process, in this case), kicked in and gave Mitch exactly what he wanted.

And so Mitch stood there for a quiet moment, admiring his small but gorgeous - and perfect - boobies. He slid his fingertips up the shallow surface of his breast-flesh, sending shivers up and down his spine and into his cock from the pleasure of his silky-smooth skin being stimulated by his rougher hands. Although it was true that Mitch loved a pair of nice, big breasts, he was a lover of breasts of all shapes and sizes. Well... as long as they weren't misshapen, or droopy, or fake... But he did have a very special interest in small but beautiful breasts alonside his love for large, wobbling knockers, and the ones he was currently sporting certainly fit the bill. And he couldn't deny that there was a very special kind of pleasure derived from his boobies being completely held by a warm pair of hands.

He just wondered if it was worth it to keep them like this for a while, or give in to the urge to make them bigger...

He decided to keep them, because there were two things that Mitch firmly believed in.

One: Bigger was not always better. Sometimes, yes, but not always. And as a true breast man, Mitch knew how to appreciate boobs of all sizes. His own new pair were currently a large B-cup. Maybe a small C-cup. Not big by his own standards, but they were impeccably smooth and soft-looking and had a very pleasant shape to them. They were firm and perky and yielding to the touch, generally just very nice to hold in his hands. And big or small, having a pair of perfect feminine boobies... just felt great!

Two: He was also a believer in delayed gratification. Would he eventually make his tits bigger? Absolutely. But he had all the time in the world to do so. No sense in rushing things. He wanted to savor the experience. Enjoy every facet of his fantasy as much as possible.

So no more big changes just yet. He just wanted to... have them in his life for now. Maybe go for a swim? Yes, that'd be perfect! he thought. Grinning in satisfaction with the idea, he walked over to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer, which is where his swim trunks usually were. "Huh!" he muttered to himself in mild surprise as he saw what was inside.

Bras and bikini tops. Not a huge collection, but even just a couple of each was more than what he was used to seeing. That is to say, this is the first time he'd ever seen bras and bikini tops lying next to his boxers, briefs, and swim trunks. They weren't really anything spectacular. Meaning, they weren't risqué or anything like that, mostly just plain colors and styles. Which made sense. He was still a guy, after all.

Curious - and with a curious smile - he picked out one of the bikini tops. A plain navy blue number that, on a girl, he imagined would look modest but flattering. On himself... well, he was eager to find out. So he quickly slid his arms into the straps and pulled the cups together across his front. Thankfully it tied in the front, because Mitch wasn't too keen on trying to figure out how to reach behind himself to fasten it shut. He was able to rapidly tie a knot to keep the cups taut on his chest. He instinctively adjusted the straps over his shoulders until they felt right, and then walked back over to the mirror. Something looked a little off... After a moment of deliberation, he realized that the way his bikini top was pulling his breasts together in an attempt to form some cleavage, simply didn't look right. So he adjusted his tits. Sliding his fingers down into the spandex cups, he centered his boobs into each one in turn. His breasts weren't really big enough for cleavage; that's not what this top was designed for. But now that he had fixed it, they looked much better. His boobs sat round and naturally inside their cups, projecting from his ribcage as the soft mounds they were, wrapped in and hugged by the navy blue spandex. The physical stimulation had taken its toll, and his nipples were poking forward beneath the taut fabric.

Mitch smiled as he took in the sight of his bikini-clad boobies. They didn't need cleavage; they looked damned good as they were. And the fact that he was a guy wearing a bikini top thankfully didn't look too awkward. His shoulders were a lot broader than a girl's, sure, but the fact that he had tits more than made up for it. And he wasn't really muscular or heavy, either. Not skinny or slender, per sé, but thin enough that his masculine features didn't make the top look too weird. He had given himself a smooth enough chest to make it work.

Satisfied, Mitch then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothing and replace them with his swim trunks. They were a pair that he recognized: navy blue. Definitely not a coincidence that the colors match, he mused. As he slid the loose shorts up his legs, he nearly had some trouble with his manhood. His breasts weren't large but they still jiggled, even in their taut confines. Sure, he had masturbated not too long ago, but he'd had time to recover, and then he had to contend with the strangely erotic encounter with his sister, and then growing them back... He almost had another erection. So he decided to make for the pool as quickly as possible and get into the water to cool himself off. The thought never occurred to him to simply rub one out again...

He paused at the door, suddenly feeling oddly self-conscious. Originally, he had issued a command that prevented anyone from finding it strange that he had tits. But then he'd removed his breasts... Did that command still hold? He shook his head, and punched up the Soothsayer app on his phone. No sense in taking chances, he thought to himself as he began typing. Plus, he thought there was a way he could improve upon his earlier commands. Maybe make them a little more interesting...

People DO think it's odd that I have breasts. But people close to me are used to it. Strangers I meet will only ever react positively to my breasts, rather than giving me a hard time. And no matter how I dress, even if I decide to show them off, people will see this as the natural thing for me to do.

He nodded in satisfaction as he sent the command through. There, he thought, now I have no reason to fell self-conscious. In a flash he was out the door, down the stairs, and out the back door, stopping along the way to grab a beach towel out of the linen closet. His apprehension had been for nothing, as he didn't run into anybody along the way anyway.

He set the towel on the patio at the pool's edge, with his phone on top, and then slid into the warm water. He immediately sighed as the water enveloped his newfound feminine attributes. Something to do with the water's temperature, the smoothness of his skin and increased sensitivity of his flesh, and the anti-gravity effect as they were submerged... It just felt good!

Mitch spent the next twenty minutes or so swimming around the pool, doing laps. He utterly relished his new tits. As he swam, the movements of his arms caused his breasts to quake and shimmy in a matching rhythm to his strokes. Underwater, they were very... fluid. He laid on his stomach, letting the fleshy masses dangle below him. Then he flipped over onto his back, and enjoyed how they settled on his chest. Then he stood up straight, more towards the shallow end, just deep enough for his breasts to fully clear the surface. He grinned at the odd way in which the wet spandex seemed to weigh his small-ish, perky tits down a bit more. And then...

Well, he couldn't help himself. His hands had found his flesh, and he gently kneaded the soft masses through the taut spandex. His thicker nipples were hard in an instant, which he couldn't help but gently tweak. Beneath the water's surface, Mitch was sporting a full erection which tented his swim trunks obscenely.

"Damn, these things are awesome," he mumbled under his breath, a happy smile on his face.

Mitch continued to admire his perky tits for some time. Even small... Well, okay, by normal standards a B-cup bordering a C-cup isn't small. Most Internet-dwelling breast-fetishists would consider them small. But Mitch wasn't your typical Internet-dwelling breast-fetishist. He knew the difference between fantasy and real life, and in real life, he knew that bigger didn't necessarily mean better. He knew how to appreciate boobies of all shapes and sizes. His own case of boobage was a prime example. They were perfectly shaped, firm yet soft, and felt wonderful in his hands – and so, in his eyes, perfect!

For quite a while he stayed in the pool, sitting on the step leading out of the shallow, leaning back so that his boobs stuck up and out of the water slightly. He played with them, massaged them, rolled them around his fingers, prodded them... He appraised their weight, their firmness, their softness, their pliability, the way they snapped back into place when he pushed them together or lifted them up...

Eventually, he started to get cold. So he pushed himself to his feet, and smiled at the way his tits felt heavier when they were out of the water, soaking wet. The warm caressed his skin and warmed him up, and he could feel prickling nicely against the sensitive skin of his breasts. Gingerly he walked over to his towel and picked it up, and used it to dry himself off, gleefully aware of how his boobs jostled about in their taut confines with the various ways his body moved. Then he went inside, BlueBerry and towel in hand.

His goal was his bedroom, where he planned on rubbing one out again. His dick was tenting his loose swim trunks pretty obscenely, and lord knew he wasn't going to jerk off outside in the pool. But in the middle of the hallway connecting the kitchen with the foyer and foot of the stairs was a decorative full-length mirror affixed to to the wall. There, he stopped when he noticed himself walking past his reflection. He couldn't help but grin at himself. He had to admit he looked a little silly, but his tits really did look fantastic wrapped tightly in the navy blue spandex.

More specifically, they looked a little odd framed by his masculine shoulders and arms. Suddenly he was in problem-solving mode, trying to think of a way to fix this without completely giving himself a woman's body or getting rid of his tits altogether. He smiled when an idea popped into his head. It was just an idea, an experiment to try. If he didn't like it, he could reverse it and figure something else out. I moment later his damp towel was lying on the floor, forgotten, and he was typing away into his phone.

My body is much more slender, while my boobs will remain their current size.

He was about to send the command through, but quickly added another line as an afterthought. Smooth, silky boobies also didn't look great surrounded by gruff, masculine skin.

My skin is also smooth and hairless, with the exception of the hair on my head.

A warm tingling sensation suddenly enveloped his entire body. It wasn't unlike what he'd felt when his breasts were growing, and only a little less overtly pleasurable. It felt like the pounds were slowly melting away from his frame, like he was experiencing a deep massage, loosening him up and making him feel lighter on his feet. It was nice... but looked more than a little weird. He was literally watching himself lose weight, his limbs becoming thinner and less bulky. Not that Mitch was terribly bulky to begin with, but his average build gave him broad enough shoulders and thick enough arms and legs to assert the fact that he was male.

Not so much anymore. His shoulders were sinking inward ever-so-slightly and gradually, and his arms and legs were smoothing out and losing their definition. His neck was thinning a bit, and his stomach was becoming flatter. But most curiously, his breasts almost seemed to be growing. But not quite. As his torso constricted inward, his breasts were becoming slightly more closer together and seemed wider compared to his chest and shoulders. In fact, he was actually starting to get a little bit of cleavage! And then their was the fact that his skin was now more noticeably smoother. The lack of body hair went well with the creamy boob-flesh filling his bikini top.

Mitch couldn't help but smile. The effect he had gone for was almost working perfectly.

Almost. Something was still off. His body now seemed a little too... long. The issue, he realized, was that he was a little too slender for his height now. Not that he was very tall – he was average for a guy – but his newfound slenderness didn't quite match the length of his limbs. "Hm," he mumbled to himself, as another idea popped into his head.

I am several inches shorter, while my boobs will remain their current size.

The warm tingling returned, and Mitch was immediately met with an odd sensation of falling. Or sinking. It was a little disorienting, so he had to close his eyes to let it pass. Focusing on the physical sensations was actually kind of nice... His body was literally being compacted, and he could feel himself becoming lighter yet. With one exception: his breasts. Rather than getting lighter with the rest of his body, they seemed to be getting heavier. He couldn't help himself but take a careful glance down into his cleavage. His growing cleavage. As his torso constricted slightly as his body lost inches of height, he breasts were slowly being pushed together.

The tingling feeling quickly passed, and Mitch fully opened his eyes. His smile broadened as he beheld his own reflection. Much better! he thought to himself happily.

The young man on the other side of the mirror looked decidedly less like one. He actually looked several years younger than he was, in some ways taking on the appearance of a teenager rather than a young man who was legally allowed to buy a beer at a bar. He was much shorter, perhaps only 5'2", or maybe even 5'1" at this point. His limbs were shorter, making his body seem less 'stretched out' than it did before. And he was still thin and slender, without all the lumps and bulges of a masculine frame.

But also without the curves of a feminine frame (the exception being the boobs, of course). No hips, no ass... More or less shapeless. For all intent and purposes, Mitch was now fairly androgynous. Were it not for the boobs, now pushed together a bit more to form some more noticeable cleavage, he would doubtlessly be pegged for a teenage boy. Now, though, he might've been mistaken for a teenage girl... but then for a boy with some decent tits, after a double-take.

Mitch chewed his lower lip as he allowed his hands to slide up the curves of his bikini-clad boobs. His hands were smaller now, and his fingers were thinner, so his breasts felt larger in his hands than they did earlier. They felt nicer, and he definitely liked the way that just enough flesh slid against itself to form a small but now much more noticeable line of cleavage.

Feeling somewhat giddy, Mitch hopped backwards from the mirror, in an attempt to ascertain just how much lighter he was on his feet now. Much lighter. He chuckled a little as his smaller feet landed back on the ground with a light thud, and a small ripple reverberated through his perky boobies. He walked briskly down the rest of the hallway, feeling how his body moved now. He loved feeling so compact. It was unusual, and thrilling! And on top of that, he became aware of how much larger his surroundings were. He gazed up the staircase, which now seemed taller and more impressive than before. He looked up at an old grandfather clock that decorated the entry to the hall, which he had only minutes earlier stood face-to-face to. Now the top of his head didn't even reach the clock's face. He looked back down the hallway towards the kitchen, and noted that even the kitchen seemed further away than he was used to.

"Cool!" he muttered to himself, before returning to the mirror and admiring himself once more. It was kind of perverse, seeing what was essentially a younger version of himself staring back at him, but with a pair of perfect, modest breasts, squeezed and lifted by the taut navy-blue bikini top. His nipples tented the stretchy, shiny fabric noticeably, and he couldn't stop himself from brushing his thumbs over the turgid nubs, dropping his phone on top of his towel on the floor. A shudder of pleasure escaped his lips, and he could feel his dick poking his now looser-fitting swim trunks.

A shudder of arousal ran up and down Mitch's spine. In his opinion, the experiment was a complete success. He was essentially smaller and weaker – "slender" – without being too scrawny, and the look went much better with his perky boobies than his old masculine body. And he liked that he wasn't really feminine-looking either, aside from the two obvious assets grown from his chest. He loved the perversity of it all, a perfect experiment for his gender-bending interests.

Sighing, he continued to tweak one of his nipples with one hand, while he allowed his other hand to slide under the waistband of his swim trunks...

He suddenly snapped back to attention, and crinkled his eyebrows in annoyed confusion. "What the hell?" he muttered quietly to himself. He groped around his shorts more insistently, taking his smooth (now hairless) cock in hand. He instinctively looked down, but could only see the shallow cleavage afforded by his bikini top. Normally he wouldn't have minded, but right now he was concerned (ironically) about his manhood. It felt... smaller. The fact that he no longer had any pubic hair was actually fine; he just wasn't happy about the size. Even in his smaller, more slender fingers, his shaft definitely felt even smaller than he was used to, and that unnerved him considering the rest of his body was significantly smaller than normal to begin with. How small is it now? he wondered. Four inches? Five tops?

It simply wouldn't do. He wanted tits, and he wanted them to look good. He didn't want a small penis. So without any hesitation he bent over to retrieve his BlueBerry from where he dropped it, and started typing, using both hands since his phone was a little bit larger than before.

My penis is back to its normal

He stopped before he finished the sentence. That's silly, he thought. Why have normal when you had the means of doing better? He erased the command and started over, with a wry grin on his lips.

My penis is a lot bigger than average. My testicles are huge and I cum in large quantities.

Predictably, the tingling warmth returned as soon as he sent the command through. But this time, as it was focused on his genitals, it felt much stronger and pleasurable than even when his tits sprouted from his chest. Oddly, his member actually softened at the very onset of his growth, immediately when it started to swell. Had he not been distracted by the pleasure, Mitch might have noticed this sooner and maybe even figured out that it was probably because it was swelling faster than the increasing blood it required could be added.

The softening bulge pressed ever more firmly against the front of his shorts, lengthening and fattening as the seconds ticked by. His testicles, likewise, practically inflated, drawing his scrotum taut before it too expanded to accommodate his growing balls. His mouth was open slightly in pleasure, as a sigh escaped his lips. He watched his reflection in the mirror, fascinated, as the front of his swim trunks visibly started to push outwards. The netting lining the inside of the shorts quickly filled out, until it felt as if it was acting as a carriage gently supporting Mitch's bulkier manhood.

When the growing stopped, Mitch felt bloated between the legs. It was a warm feeling. An erotic feeling. He palmed his crotch his his free hand, and was delighted to discover that his genitals overflowed his smaller hand now. He rolled his dick around through the fabric of the swim trunks, eliciting a fresh flush of extreme arousal.

His cock was growing again, but this time without the tingling. He started breathing heavier as more and more blood was pumped into his enlarged penis. Slowly it uncurled itself, and started peeking up through the waistband of his shorts. It felt a little better, less cramped, but a mild panic began to set in as he realized that there would be no hiding his erection if somebody were to walk in on him right then.

And as if on cue, he suddenly heard footsteps upstairs, his sister's bedroom door closing, and more footsteps coming down the close-by stairs. And yet his cock was still hardening, lengthening up his belly. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, and frantically looked around for a solution to his problem.

Behind him. The bathroom. He was in there in a flash, grabbing his towel along the way and doing his best to quietly close the door and lock it without his sister hearing. He breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned against the closed door, listening to Rae walk straight past the door towards the kitchen. Then he opened his eyes and took stock of his situation.

It was a small half-bath, with only a toilet and a somewhat small counter with a sink built in, normally with only barely enough room to move around and do one's business. Normally. Now, the powder room was much roomier to Mitch, thanks to his notably smaller and shorter frame.

But this wasn't his main concern right now. Fully hard now, the entire head of his cock and several inches of shaft had slid upwards out of his swim trunks, and rested hotly against his belly. The lining inside his shorts was almost snug against his bloated testicles, cradling them lightly and caressing them. "Holy shit," Mitch whispered to himself as he beheld the results of his most recent command in the reflection of the mirror over the sink. With shaky hands he dropped his towel once more and placed his phone on the counter next to the sink.

Then he focused on his shorts. He quickly untied the drawstring knot keeping his trunks elevated, and allowed them to drop to the floor. "Holy shit," he muttered again, gazing at his new cock in all its glory. His eyes fluttered as he took it in one hand, letting his fingers graze down its impressive length. He shuddered violently, being more sensitive there now than he ever was before. He went weak in the knees, and braced himself against the counter in front of him before he fell forward. Pitched forward like this, his massive dick now pointed almost downward, allowing him to comfortably continue to gently stroke his length with his free hand. He shuddered again; his much more slender fingers felt wonderful against the drum-tight skin of his aching shaft.

Fuck, this thing must be like ten inches long! he thought to himself, his eyes slowly closing in rapture. Of course, it actually seemed even bigger from his somewhat diminished point of view, not to mention that his hands were proportionally smaller than normal too. On top of that, ten inches was certainly 'a lot bigger than average', and seemed even larger attached to his shrunken 5'1" frame. And yet, his testicles had yet grown on a whole other level! He allowed the hand that was stroking his cock to slide around the base and down to his scrotum, which was swollen to a level that would normally be a cause for concern, and his skin was stretched to its limit. But he wasn't concerned, because it just felt so damned good! His testicles' growth to the size of... oversized jumbo eggs... or small tangerines, maybe... came with an unusual increase in sensitivity. He couldn't hold both of them in one palm, and had to switch to each one in turn. And when he did he massaged it delicately in his small, slender hand, as if encouraging the flow of sexual hormones through his body.

His hand quickly returned to his massive cock, which he began stroking a little more earnestly. Finally, he couldn't stand any longer, and had to slide onto the toilet. His bloated nuts rested on the cold porcelain, but this didn't bother him. They were big enough that they were practically squeezed between his smooth hairless thighs, and they kept rubbing against them as he began to fully masturbate. He started panting heavily as he pumped his cock, his arm moving in broad strokes, trying desperately not to make too much noise in case Rae remained too close to the bathroom. He leaned back against the toilet's tank, jerking off much more insistently now as his other hand worked on of his bikini-clad breasts.

Between the increased sensitivity of his enlarged cock and balls, the wonderfully soft boob he was kneading and massaging, and the turgid nipple he was occasionally teasing, it was a wonder the Mitch didn't come sooner than he did. But the fact that his cock was basically too big for his body, it took more effort than usual to get off. But when he did, it was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life! Ropes and ropes of cum erupted from his dick, shooting up into the air, upwards and forwards as he involuntarily jerked his hips. He gasped over and over, and let loose little grunts of pleasure, still trying his hardest not to make any real noise. After he was sure his orgasm would start to slow down, his risked opening his eyes to see what was happening, and witnessed the mess he was making. Lines of cum coated the wall opposite his seat on the toilet, and probably the floor in front of him. But not only that, a small splash struck in the cheek suddenly, making him aware that some of it had also landed atop his bikini and breasts, and was dripping into his cleavage. And still he came! "F-f-f-fuh-fuh-fuh--" he grunted over and over, shocked that his orgasm was lasting so long.

But thankfully, it didn't last forever. He was beginning to think it would, but just as the energy began to leave his body, his climax finally started to wane. Repeated spurts of cum turned into sporadic squirts, accompanied by random jerks of his hips. Until it stopped completely. Mitch slumped back against the back of the toilet, relaxing most of his limbs. His legs were splayed to the sides slightly. His softened but still fat cock rested atop his bloated testes, slumping over them and onto the toilet lid. Mitch absentmindedly rested one hand on top of his dick and balls, and the other on his thigh, so exhausted that it didn't matter to him that parts of his body were sticky with his own cum.

"Holy shit," he muttered again under his breath.

Mitch sat up from his slump, peeling his back off the toilet he was glued to with his own cum. The soft jostle of his breasts in the bikini top and the warm feeling of his thick cock's silken skin against his inner thigh was euphoric in his orgasmic afterglow. Even flaccid, the body of his cock looked obscenely large compared to his slim thighs. If someone had a close up photo they'd definitely be assuming such a monster dick didn't belong to the owner of the thighs, even though there was some androgynous qualities to the monster.

Coming back to his senses, the first thing to do was to clean up the cum all over the place. At least the BlueBerry could do that, otherwise it would be a lot of effort to wipe down every bit of the bathroom and himself covered in his voluminous spunk. Picking the BlueBerry up off the floor, he started simply.

All the cum in this bathroom is cleaned up.

Like that, the wet coolness of drying cum was gone from his thighs, cleavage, and back. Now that he wasn't so sticky, Mitch marveled at his size compared to the bathroom around him. It was thrilling seeing everything just a bit bigger than earlier. His slim thighs easily fit on the toiled seat lid. The counter was just a little more out of reach from where he sat. If he was any smaller, his feet could dangle from where he was sitting, they only just touched the ground.

Standing and admiring himself in the mirror once more, Mitch smiled at how natural his body looked now, as either a teenage boy or girl, until you got the swinging mass between his legs. His smooth hairless skin looked airbrushed perfect, there wasn't any real curve to his hips or thighs but they were slim enough to look mildly girly. Then his wonderful b-cups, decidedly feminine but still small enough to be hidden if he wanted to be read as masculine.

Eager to get a better look at them at his new size, Mitch unclasped the bikini top and let his lovely breasts hang free. They were exactly the same size as before but atop his slimmer chest they looked quite a bit larger. Mitch felt his hard nipples with either hand, feeling them harden more in his lithe fingers and almost let out a gasp. Somehow it felt very different being aroused by his nipples, like a feminine kind of glow filling his core with pleasure versus the very focused arousal of his erection. He was surprisingly drawn to the idea of being penetrated for a moment, even though he'd never been into anal and wanted to keep his cock for now.

And what a cock it was, it was beautiful. Just a little feminine without any hair and a kind of softness to it, it's size made up for that. Along with the virility of his big testicles hanging below it, stretching his scrotum with their bulk. It made him shudder in pleasure and he felt another erection stirring as he studied his body in the mirror. His sheer genital bulk meant getting erect took a while, the slow filling of his dick with pleasurable pressure and sexual warmth. It didn't feel like he could cum again this quickly but there was no problem getting back to a full erection.

Mitch ran his hands along his length, feeling the taut but silky skin. Feeling its heft with his delicate hands. Watching it throb in time with his heart. It looked so out of place against his petite frame, the image in the mirror was like some kind of gender bending photo manipulation but it was really him. The only thing he found himself wishing was for even more contrast. Exaggerate the kinky size difference between himself and his cock. Make it really look like it belonged to someone else. Reaching for the BlueBerry, Mitch had already made up his mind to do it.

I am several inches shorter while my boobs and cock are their current size.

The swirling pull of reality tugged at him, bringing him closer to the ground with each moment. The warm tingling filled his body like a pleasant massage. The volume of his body was compressing further, mass evaporated from his already slim frame. This time he watched it happen, his field of vision slowly sinking as he dropped inch by inch. The room swelled around him and his vision distorted with the new shape of reality. His erection grew harder at the erotic feeling and sight in the mirror as the shrinking slowed and everything was clear again.

Now his breasts didn't look small at all. In fact, it was possible to argue that they were a little too big for his very petite frame, with their outer curves just eclipsing his ribs. Standing just shy of 4'9" the bathroom felt like it was built for giants! Just using the sink was now a little annoying, the counter top was just a little below the bottoms of his breasts! Checking the tag on the bikini top strewn next to the sink, it was now size 28-C.

Mitch had to take a step back to really see his cock in the mirror anymore and when he did, his mouth hung open at the sight. The mammoth girth could pass for a small third leg and erect it obscured a surprisingly large amount of his torso, jutting up past his belly button. His breath caught and he felt his heart racing again at the vision and feeling of his body. It looked absurdly misplaced now that it was difficult to say he was a guy from the rest of his body but he couldn't get enough of it. He was such an absurdly genderfluid shape, it was impossible to not be turned on.

Mitch was practically in a daze as he readied himself to leave the bathroom. All his thoughts were on the sensations of his breasts and his massive cock, each far too large for his petite, slender body. It was only with great self-control that he was even able to come to his senses long enough to realize that he couldn't stay there. Grinning stupidly to himself, he began to get dressed.

He started with his swim trunks. As he bent over to retrieve them from the floor, his boobs dangled, bobbed, and jiggled beneath, and he needed to stifle a moan of pleasure. Had they become more sensitive? he wondered. Slipping into his shorts, he gasped in pleasure as he tried to pull them up over his cock. The semi-erect slab of salami that had become his dick got caught on the elastic waistband, along with his oversized testicles. Chuckling, he lifted up his swollen genitals and handled them into his shorts. His cock and balls stretched the netting within his swim trunks taut, cradling his junk snugly. Mitch had to draw the string of his trunks tight in order to keep them on his hips. They were much looser than before, yet they wrapped tightly around his crotch to form an obscene bulge. He looked down between his tits and smiled at the sight.

His tits. They were next. He retrieved his bikini top, and eagerly pulled it up to his mammaries. He positioned the cups over his breasts, and pulled the string together in the middle to tie a knot... And his eyes lit up at what he saw when he looked down at himself: Cleavage! He had shrunk himself so much around his boobs, his torso constricting inward so much, that his modestly-sized breasts had pulled together enough, fighting for room atop his shrunken body, to rub together and create a modest-but-attractive line of cleavage. They even jiggled more, Mitch realized with a smile when he shimmied his shoulders a bit. They looked so tantalizing wrapped in the dark blue spandex, the fabric taut and shiny like a second skin against his smooth, feminine flesh...

"I need to get out of here," Mitch mumbled to himself when he suddenly felt a stirring in his loins. Again. After his last orgasm, he figured he wouldn't've had anything left for quite some time, but apparently this wasn't the case.

Blood gradually began relocating to his cock, which was trapped within the taut confines of his swim trunks, causing Mitch to begin going weak in the knees. His breathing and heart rate picked up as he reached for the bathroom's door handle, BlueBerry in hand. He didn't even care who was outside at this point. His earlier worries about being seen by Rae were now gone from his mind as he stumbled into the hallway. Not that she was anywhere to be seen now anyway. Mitch's thoughts were becoming increasingly hazy as he shuffled towards the steps. He very carefully made his way upstairs, not quite used to his newly reduced perspective. The steps were higher and so was the bannister, and so by the time he reached the top of the steps, and stumbled his way into his bedroom, he was breathing much harder.

But this was also partially due to his arousal. Before his bedroom door even clicked shut behind him, he was already tugging at the drawstring of his trunks, eager to free his swelling cock.

He groaned loudly and happily as his cock practically leapt forth from its netted prison. It surged with blood rapidly now that it was free, and it pulled itself downward under its own weight. His heavy, swollen scrotum pressed warmly against Mitch's thighs. He allowed his fingers of his free hand the briefest of caresses against the tight silken skin of his cock, before he reached up to undo the string of his bikini top. His boobs jiggled free, knocking together slightly as he quickly made his way towards his bed.

The mattress was higher than he remembered, but not high enough to cause him any issues clambering atop his blankets. He eagerly spun around, sitting facing the rest of his room, as he dropped his phone next to himself. He couldn't stop himself from running his small, slender fingers up and down the length of his oversized penis. He then pulled it up to his stomach, his eyes lighting up as he saw just how huge it was compared to the rest of him. Its actually length of roughly ten inches seemed like an understatement, for it the swollen head actually reached his bare breasts, rubbing between the undersides of them alluringly. Chewing his lower lip, Mitch couldn't help but massage one of his bare boobs as he played with his cock. The small C-cup fleshy mound was now too large for his smaller fingers, and the warm, silky flesh spilled between them.

And then suddenly an... urge... overcame him. He leaned back a little more, and tried pressing his breasts together around the head of his penis. Unfortunately, leaning back so far made his cock slide downwards a little too much and it no longer reached.

And so Mitch was suddenly met with a wonderful idea. One that came from two different sources. For one thing, his cock needed to reach higher up his torso to better reach his breasts. But also, he was simply turned on beyond belief by having a body that was too small for his sexual attributes. Mitch's idea was then put into action. Reluctantly letting go of his wonderfully soft boobs, he reached over and picked up his phone, and opened up the Soothsayer app.

I am several inches shorter, while my boobs and cock and balls remain their current size.

The command was confirmed without hesitation, and Mitch quickly dropped his phone next to him again. The tingling washed over him once more within a matter of seconds, and he felt his body constricting again as it had done before. Amidst this, he felt his cock begin to slowly slide up his chest. He instinctively leaned back more to enjoy the sensation, and placed one hand on his turgid shaft to feel it seemingly grow thicker beneath his fingers. Similarly, he wrapped his other set of fingers around one of his breasts, and groaned happily in pleasure as it began to become larger, weightier, and fleshier in his grasp. And beneath it all, he was also aware that his balls seemed to be swelling against his thighs, which also felt quite nice.

As the seconds ticked by, Mitch's cock slid right up between his breasts, overshadowing the feeling of his bedsheets expanding underneath his butt and legs. He moaned, his eyes closing in rapture, as he pressed his breasts together around his shaft. The feeling was so great that he didn't even notice when the tingling dissipated from the rest of his body, and the head of his cock jutted up between his tits and stopped in the middle part of his sternum.

Eventually, his curiosity got the better of him, and he opened his eyes in a flash. The ceiling was the first thing he saw, which seemed further away than usual, followed by his bedroom door, which was also further away. He briefly looked around his significantly-larger-than-normal bed, and then finally down at himself. His eyes went wide at the sight. His breasts were big. Not huge, but sufficiently big. Which was arousing as hell when he remembered that they weren't actually big at all, and that they just looked so big on his shrunken, slender frame. His tits had by definition been upgraded in cup size purely due to the fact that, while his fleshy mounds remained the same size, his torso was notably smaller, expanding the distance that they stuck out from his chest. His B-cups, in essence, were now solid C-cups and closing in on D's on his 4'2" frame.

It was exciting, to be sure. But the thing that excited him even more, was that his cock was so thick that his boobs couldn't even wrap around it. It was at least as thick as one of his slender forearms. Thicker, even. It was so obscenely massive that it was with great effort that he was able to remind himself that on a normal person's body it would merely be huge. Gasping in amazement, he actually hugged it to his body, relishing the fact that he was even able to do so. Grinning wildly, he reached down with one hand to cup one of his balls. One of them alone was large enough to fit entirely within his palm. His other hand resumed stroking the smooth, fat skin of his erect shaft. It was so enormous that he suddenly wondered if he'd even be able to get himself off with his undersized hands...

Mitch examined himself further in the mirror, particularly his breasts. While these might look large on someone his height and build, next to his 10-inch cock they actually looked sort of small. Fortunately Mitch had a remedy for that. He grabbed the Blueberry and typed:

My breasts triple in size.

Immediately the familiar tingling sensation came back, this time in his tits, and they started to increase in size. They quickly swelled out to nearly the size of basketballs, but they looked even bigger on his 4'2" body. They pretty much took up the entire front of his torso and even went in front of his arms when he held them to his sides.

Getting up off the bed, he could not how heavy these puppies were now. During his height reductions, the weight of his breasts went from hardly noticeable to noticeable, but how they were actually weighty. He had to be a little careful how he walked when moving around the room.

His 10-inch cock still made it up into his now-lower bottom cleavage, but the head was lost up in there somewhere.

"Oohhh, ffffuck..." Mitch muttered under his breath. His hands seemed to move of their own accord, poking and prodding and massaging his overgrown assets. "Fuh-- Fuck, this is so hot," he muttered again. There was just... so much! His cock and his breasts were overgrown, but they seemed larger still due to the fact that he'd reduced the rest of his body to a diminutive 4'2".

One of his hands roamed over one of his basketball-sized boobies (significantly larger from his own perspective) in wide circles, exploring the smooth, silky, sensitive flesh with his delicate fingers. His other hand rubbed up and down along his fat, turgid shaft. It required long, broad strokes due to the length of his cock in relation to his shorter arms, and his fingers could no longer even come close to wrapping around it. But this only made it all the more erotic.

Mitch quickly went weak in the knees, and had to catch himself against his bed. The stumble caused him to let go of both his cock and his breasts, and the incessant jiggling and rubbing of flesh on flesh that resulted from this made him cry out in sudden pleasure. Everything was just so damn sensitive now! It was fantastic, but playing with himself while standing up simply wasn't practical. And so with some amount of effort Mitch climbed back up onto his bed. Doing so at a few inches under five feet tall wasn't difficult earlier, but having relinquished several more inches and tripling the size of his breasts made things trickier.

Trickier, but fun!

He crawled over to the head of his bed, and propped himself up against the wall supported by pillows. Mitch sighed happily as most of his cock was enveloped by warm boob-flesh. In this position, they almost extended all the way down to his thighs, and were so wide in comparison to his extra-petite body that he was actually able to hug them with his arms. Doing so, of course, buried the upper half of his extra-large cock, and Mitch moaned in erotic pleasure from the sensation. This couldn't be fucking better! he thought to himself. The thought, however, was brief.

Because he quickly decided that things could be better. With a little bit of awkward maneuvering, he reached to his side and started typing into his BlueBerry. Deep down he knew he probably shouldn't be doing this, but the spirit of experimentation was too thick with him at that moment, and he simply couldn't stop himself.

I am several inches shorter, while my cock and breasts remain the same size.

The tingling sensation that washed over Mitch was more intense than the previous times he'd shrunken himself like this, so much so that he dropped his phone to his side so hard that it tumbled out of reach on the bed. The simple fact that was as his body diminished in size, his perception of how much size he was really losing was growing. Gradually approaching half his original height, to him it seemed he was coming closer and closer to losing twice as much as he intended. An inch seemed almost as much as two!

"Ooohh, guh... gooohh..." he moaned incoherently as his breasts and his cock and balls grew around him. His nipples slipped completely out of reach from his fingers, and his gargantuan titties spread wider and wider in his arms, pushing them further and further apart. He squeezed them together as best he could, eager to encourage the wonderful warmth surrounding his cock. His cock, meanwhile, felt like it was swelling and stretching, growing up between his tits while his balls overflowed his thighs. His boobs settled into his lap and slowly crept across his thighs, burying his balls beneath the soft, silky flesh. His legs spread further apart as his testicles fought for room between them, his scrotum feeling taut and full-to-bursting to the point where it was actually becoming more sensitive.

Gasping in pleasure, Mitch eventually forced his eyes open, just in time to see the swollen head of his cock peek through the upper portion of his cleavage, mere inches from his mouth. From that point, his body was on auto-pilot. He ran his arms up and down the sides of his vastly overgrown boobs, rhythmically squeezing them around his cock. His hips bucked of their own accord, the pleasure so great and his desire to cum so strong now that he wasn't able to stop himself. The sensation of warm, silky tit-flesh rubbing all over his gigantic-seeming cock was beyond anything he ever imagined possible!

Still, it was a lot of work. Having a 3'7" body made working a pair of basketball-sized tits around a nearly-foot-long dick was beyond tiring. Eventually, though, his efforts paid off, and Mitch cried out in ecstasy as a tremendous orgasm – the largest he'd ever had – washed over him. It started with a rumbling in his melon-sized balls, and a garden hose's worth of pressure forced its way up his shaft. He squeezed his arms, hugging his gigantic boobs for all he was worth, desperately trying to bury the head of his cock back into his cleavage. He mostly succeeded, but a few voluminous squirts of cum still escaped and struck him in the face.

Not that it really bothered him too much. The orgasm and the effort it required had taken its toll on Mitch, who promptly collapsed into the pillows behind him. His diminutive body was buried beneath his assets. His two great mountains of boob-flesh spilled over his sides and pinned his tired arms to the mattress. And while his massive cock softened, and slid down the length of his torso between his open cleavage, his scrotum was still bloated and heavy, making it difficult for Mitch to shift his legs. He quickly gave up, however, as his fatigue overtook him.

Within moments, Mitch was fast asleep.