The Accidental Roommate Ch. 03

A buzz of his phone shocked Tyler out of his memories, and he opened the phone to see a response from Sam. "Ya, that's okay I made it so the room would always be ours, and only things that were written down would stay the same." Another buzz told Tyler another message came in, again from Sam, "So that I could write down in a diary what was the real world in case SOMEONE were to change it without me knowing."

Tyler chuckled and sent back, "I would never."

A few moments later another text came through, "Uh huh. Anyways I have practice, so just ask the book any other questions you have. Just hold your hand on the page and ask your question and it'll answer if it can."

"Kay, have fun." Tyler typed back before closing the phone and setting it on his desk. Looking over to the bed he reached over and grabbed the book from inside his purse. "So you can answer any questions I have, huh." He smirked and thought of one and opened the book's cover before asking, "Are there any repercussions to me doing magic without Sam here?"

He wasn't sure what to expect, but when the ink of the page disappeared and was replaced with simply the word "No" Tyler grinned.

"So would she know at all if I were to make a change to reality without her being in the room?" He watched as the previous answer disappeared and was replaced with the simple, "Not until she read her diary."

Tyler's mind began to whirl with the things he could try. Smiling, he thought about one that he was sure to enjoy especially since Sam's reaction would be priceless. Unable to stop himself from chuckling he placed his palm on the page and thought of the spell he wanted and watched with glee as the pages turned beneath his hand.

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Sam couldn't help but feel amazed at her body and how it responded to the simplest of commands. Earlier in the day she'd let her body move on autopilot about the gym, her old mind shocked at the weights she was placing on equipment and machines. Being a member of the field hockey team she was no stranger to the weight room, but in this body, the one that had grown up without her huge chest, she found herself pumping out weights for warmups that her old body would have groaned under.

And the looks on everyone's faces, they were such sweet ecstasy to her in this reality. Never before had she craved the looks of the other gym patrons while she was lifting, almost the opposite. In her old reality she had always used the mantra, "get in, get out, get a shower," to describe her lifting routine after practice. Instead, she had showed off for the other patrons, including the few rugby players who had come in after an early morning practice. She even recalled the look on one of their faces when she asked him if he wanted to spot her bench press of 260 lbs.

She smiled as she stripped her skin tight clothes off her body, soaked with sweat from her practice. Even after the work out this morning and the three-hour practice this afternoon, Sam couldn't remember the last time she had this much energy. Stepping into the team shower she chatted with a couple of her teammates about their last game, where Sam had scored a hat trick in the first five minutes of the game. Sam joked with them, recalling how she felt at the time, and continuing by talking about the green card she'd gotten for knocking a player from the other team over.

"Seriously though, it was really funny to watch," one of her teammates laughed. "She didn't even see you there and barreled right into you and looked like she hit a brick wall."

"Well she might as well have," said another of Sam's teammates. "You've seen the goods our Sam She-Hulk has to offer." Turning and running her hand along Sam's arm in a gentle caress her teammate sighed, "I wish I was half as good looking as you." And a little quieter she whispered, "It's a shame they make you wear clothes."

"Believe me it's hard finding clothes." Sam smiled at her teammate who blushed a deep crimson before excusing herself from the showers. Sam and the remaining teammate took one look at each other and started laughing hysterically.

Sam was now on her way back to the dorm room, hair done up in a ponytail and a tight fitting tank top and sweatpants kept her body decently warm against the slowly cooling night air. It wasn't until she got back to the dorm room and without a second thought opened the door that she remembered what she and Tyler had done earlier in the day.

Standing in front of his computer, Tyler was busy doing a sexy strip tease to music for his viewers. Even from behind his body Sam could see his massive breasts pushing heavily at the sides of his too small shirt. He hadn't noticed her yet it seemed and was still in the process of slowly revealing more and more of his cleavage to the viewers. It wasn't until he reached for his cock that Sam coughed announcing her presence.

Tyler immediately stopped his gyrations, and slammed his hand hard on the keyboard before spinning around and gasping, "Sam! I thought we had a rule, no coming in when the door has an 'X' on the whiteboard."

Sam rolled her eyes and gestured to the whiteboard sitting on his bed, a big red "X" written on it. "Guess I'll work on giving myself X-ray vision next time."

Tyler's face turned a deeper shade of red, "Guess I must have misplaced it. Sorry."

Sam laughed, "Now you know how I feel all the time losing stuff underneath those massive breasts." She shook her head as she took in the sight of Tyler standing there in what was one of his "teasing" uniforms in this reality. When she'd given him her breasts earlier in the day she was amazed at how feminine it had made his body look without impacting the few things that very clearly distinguished him as male. Below his waist Tyler was wearing a pair of yoga pants that hugged the curves of his hips and round butt in ways that would have made some girls jealous. His top consisted of a very skimpy tube top that barely covered the nipples of his breasts, and beneath it Sam guessed he was wearing one of his old bras that was a couple sizes too small to emphasize his cleavage and bust. She was still amazed at how enormous her breasts looked on his body even considering his wider frame. But if there was any confusion as to Tyler's gender, Sam knew you only needed to look at the slight sideburns and masculine features of Tyler's face. "Or at that anaconda snaking down the leg of his pants," she thought staring at the nearly foot long bulge that was slowly receding up his leg.

"So what was the plan for this afternoon's show before I interrupted it?" Sam asked discarding her clothes into a pile.

"The votes seemed to be in favor of me giving myself a titjob," Tyler shrugged. "I guess in this reality there are still people who don't believe TYtanic Tits actually has the best of both worlds."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at Tyler's porn name in this reality. She knew he was an internet celebrity, but she felt inclined to remind him that it was just in this reality. "Well, you don't really," Sam pointed to his chest. "Those are mine after all."

"Not right now they aren't." Tyler chuckled. "Although I must admit I have memories of giving myself an awesome tit fuck, but I wanted to really experience it for myself."

"Maybe some other time," Sam chuckled, "but right now we have to switch back, it's almost time for my shift."

"I guess so," Tyler said hopping up onto his bed causing his breasts to jiggle and bounce heavily in the tube top. Sam could only smirk as even seated and clothed his breasts took up most of the area between his head and legs. She thought without the bra on they might have hung low enough for his nipples to graze the top of his legs. "And what shift are you talking about?" Tyler asked breaking her from her staring.

"A day with my tits and you already forgot what my real job is," Sam sighed as she walked across the room to pick up the book which was lying atop Tyler's desk out of sight of the webcam. "Truth be told it was great to play field hockey again. I hadn't been able to do that since freshman year in high school because of those. Did you know I'm here on athletic scholarship in this reality?" She sighed, "I wish that was the case instead of having to work at the strip club off campus to make tuition money." She looked up as Tyler coughed a little, his eyes wide before she rolled her own in response. "Look we've been over this, the money is good, well actually it's great, but there wasn't anything else that could get me by without huge debt."

Tyler shook his hands in front of him, "No, no, it wasn't that. I just thought that you'd take the night off after a long day of practice and stuff."

"I thought about it, but honestly I feel great right now," Sam opened up the book and placed her hand on the page. "Let's just hope it carries over when I undo this spell."

Sam recited the words within her head, and watched as the words on the page below glowed silver before the familiar *crack* of sound echoed in the small room. A feeling of euphoria and warmth flooded her body as she felt the changes begin to occur. Closing her eyes, she could feel the muscles in her legs soften and recede back to their former size and shape, the musculature of years of lifting reduced to that of a woman who needed to be far more flexible and lithe. She felt her hips and butt swell slightly, the fat she had previously melted away being replaced in small quantities in all the right places while the majority of her muscles remained beneath. As the warmth began to concentrate on her chest, she remarked how amazing it was that her abs retained most of their definition. "Although with certainly a comforting layer of fat and femininity atop them," she reminded herself.

But she couldn't ignore the feeling rising up in her nipples as the warmth centered solely on her previously non-existent breasts. She had to admit that even though she enjoyed her highly athletic form, she liked the look of sexuality that she'd lost when she'd given Tyler her breasts. She couldn't help but raise her hands to her chest, as more and more flesh surged forth beneath her fingers. No matter how many times she'd experienced this, every time she was floored by the near orgasmic feeling of nerve endings forming beneath the flesh as more and more billowed forth between her fingers like having dough poured over her hands. Only the dough was attached to her, and each and every inch pushed her fingers further and further apart until she couldn't contain them anymore. It was then that she realized her arms were nearly fully extended beyond her body, her flesh filling her arms like she was carrying twin watermelons in front of her.

And then the feeling was gone. Just as quickly as it had come, the warmth left her, as always so horny she was half tempted to reach between her legs and satisfy the urge right there. But her eyes flicked up to Tyler, and took in the view of her roommate's gifted package clearly tenting the loose sweatpants he was now wearing. The magic had replaced the yoga pants and the tube top with something more fitting of a man of his endowment. She remembered thinking he would consider her a freak when they had first met, and yet, instead they found themselves highly compatible in more ways than just personality. Sure she'd known who he was before they'd been accidentally roomed together, and was shocked and extremely excited to find the rumors about his cock were true. Needless to say the two had become fast friends, and had been going steady since the beginning of the semester. "After all where else am I going to find a cock that doesn't just disappear between my tits," she had remembered thinking at first. "You don't find a thirteen incher every day, or ever." She'd told herself.

And it was that urge to jump his bones right now that she was fighting down with some difficulty. Her eyes glanced up to the clock on the wall and jolted her out of her daydreaming. "Shit, I've got to be on stage in a half hour." Turning she nearly smacked the bed post with her tits as she searched for her performing bra. Normally, she'd change into it at the club, but she didn't have time now.

"What are you looking for?"

"My bra," she said tossing her clothes around, "you know the black lace one that double clasps in the front."

"You mean that one."

Sam's eyes followed Tyler's pointed finger towards the hook hanging on the back of her closet door where the bra she was searching for was hanging. She grabbed it and sighed looking at the custom label on the back of the band strap, "I remember when I used to think 32HH's were huge."

"It's been a long time since you could wear something that small," Tyler laughed. "Although I'd sure like to see you try."

"And cut my boobs in half," Sam groaned, "no thanks. I can barely squeeze into this 32MM one anymore. Think you could find the thong that goes with these while I put the girls away?"

Tyler nodded and began rummaging through her drawers. She was thankful he didn't seem squeamish about anything related to her job, and even offered to do her laundry on days she didn't have time. "But if you go up a size you won't get to keep your stage name."

"Oh please when they get this big no one pays attention anymore," Sam sucked in a breath and clasped the second clasp on the front of her enormous breasts. As big as they looked on Tyler moments before, she knew they looked even bigger on her smaller frame. And with the bra she was currently wearing holding them practically horizontal from her chest, the foot of cleavage projected from her neckline. "I'm sure Dale will still let me go by SaMMy Mounds." She rolled her eyes, "Especially since he thought he was soooo clever for coming up with it."

Tyler chuckled as he emerged from her underwear drawer with the thong she'd requested. Tossing it to her she quickly dropped her sweatpants and panties to the floor sliding her toned and smooth legs into the skimpy fabric. "Gonna put on anything else or just head over in that?"

"What do you not like the way I look?" Sam pouted putting her hands on her hips and cocking her body to the side allowing her hair ponytail to cascade over one shoulder.

"Oh no, nothing to do with that." Tyler laughed, "just thought the girls might get a little cold that's all. It is a tad bit nipply outside."

"You're always looking out for the girls," Sam chuckled, reaching up to hold her breasts and give them a slight shake. "I think they want to show you how much they appreciate your thanks."

"Thought you had to leave?"

"Maybe I could stay for just a little bit," Sam took a step forward, seductively caressing her breasts. "After all you've been such a good boy," she reached up and unclasped the top clasp of her bra. Slightly unrestrained it seemed as though her breasts surged forward to fill every available inch of space, giving her the overflowing look she loved so much about this bra. Not only did she love it, she knew what it did to men, and Tyler was no exception. His eyes started to glaze over and his hands began to rise almost of their own accord to grasp at the melons attached to Sam's chest.

Before he could make it much further, Sam leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before turning and skipping away towards her sweatpants. "You tease." Tyler groaned from behind her.

"You shouldn't let yourself get played like that." Sam turned and winked in his direction, "After all you're dealing with a professional teaser here."

"Point taken," Tyler sighed, "Sure you have to go?"

"Yes, actually I might already be late." She tossed a coat on over her shoulders and turned to Tyler, "I'll see you later tonight, okay honey?"

"Wait before you go." Tyler said walking over to Sam's bed where the book was lying open. "I have something to tell you."

"Can it wait Ty I'm almost-" She stopped midsentence when the familiar *crack* of a reality altering spell triggered. Looking down she realized that her breasts were shrinking, receding back into her chest. Looking up at Tyler she saw that he had a smile on his face on the verge of breaking out in laughter. Sam's eyes went back to her chest and saw that although considerably smaller than before, her breasts were still quite large. The custom label had changed, and the lacy fabric turning into a more cotton and satin texture. Looking up at Tyler she saw that the enormous bulge of his cock was receding as well to a more normal size. Looking down again at her chest, she saw the tag sticking up from the cup of her bra, 32H.

Suddenly a flurry of memories came surging back into Sam's mind and her jaw dropped, "You didn't."

"I wanted to see what would happen," Tyler could barely contain his laughter, "I wanted to see if you could piggy back reality changes together. So I made it so that my penis and breasts were bigger and wanted to see what would happen when you and I switched back."

"You turned me into a stripper!" Sam shouted.

"Whoa, whoa I didn't do that." Tyler pointed to the book, "The book did. Well the reality shifty thingy did. Guess with MM-cups you couldn't play sports as well."

"Ya think!?"

"Well, I wanted to see what would happen," Tyler shrugged, "I was curious alright, and I had every intention of changing it back. So now we're both back to normal."

Sam stood, hand on the doorknob still coming to grips with the fact that she had just been about to go strip for a bunch of people because her tits were too big to do anything else. Tyler had messed with her life, he'd broken a rule she'd laid down, she should take away his ability to even get at the book. "And can you say that you wouldn't have done anything similar given the chance?" A voice inside her head spoke out. "Actually, you did something just like that, only you didn't put it back afterwards." The voice said accusingly.

Sam relaxed her grip on the door knob, and exhaled a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding. "Alright, look I may have just overreacted there, but seriously Tyler this isn't a joke. You understand that right?"

"Of course, I just wanted to know what would happen."

"Didn't you ask the book?"

"Well, yes..." Tyler shifted a little, "but it wasn't exactly forthcoming with information so I thought the best way to try it was some hands on experience. Look," he said stepping forward and taking her hand, "I wouldn't let anything happen to you or hurt you intentionally. I mean I'm your boyfr-" Sam watched as Tyler's jaw snapped shut and he blushed furiously. "I mean; I care about you that's all."

"You were going to say you were my boyfriend weren't you?" Sam asked. Tyler's silence was confirmation as he avoided her gaze. Reaching down she put her hand under his chin and lifted it towards her face, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "See residual memories from alternate realities are dangerous."

"I did-"

"Shut up before you put your foot even more into your mouth." Sam said as she put her finger over Tyler's lips. "But they also show you things that could potentially exist given the chance. Things that you may want, or things that you could already have." She removed her finger from Tyler's mouth and replaced it with her lips kissing him deeply. A heartbeat later he was returning the kiss in earnest, before Sam broke it away smiling, "I think you'd be an excellent boyfriend, assuming you learn to play by the rules and respect some privacy. Us magicians like having some things like our diaries untouched by others."

"So you're not mad?"

Sam leaned in and kissed him again, "Well since you broke pretty much every rule I think I'm going to have to punish you now."

"But the book said-"

"Who said anything about the book punishing you?" Sam said grasping hard at his crotch and feeling the bulge beneath it. "I think I know a spell to make it so that you can't cum for about twelve hours."