Nick was pissed off at his Ex. Somehow she’d gotten the idea that he’d cheated on her with a stripper whilst they were together. He’d argued for his innocence at first, but she refused to listen. That’s when she had dropped a bomb on him: she was a witch, and if he liked big titted strippers so much, why doesn’t he become one. Nick had laughed at first, but he’d stopped laughing when his chest suddenly ballooned into enormous breasts, and he felt his penis receding into his body.
“Have fun” She said, tossing him out into the street, with nothing but the skimpy clothes she’d given him. Dejected, he began to walk home. He wasn’t prepared for how painful having such big boobs could be. He had been taken unawares by how much they would bounce when he jogged up a flight of stairs. Oh well, he thought, it’s worth it to make guys turn their heads! As the nature of his last thought dawned on him, he began to think the worst was yet to come…
Or would it be the best?
