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Any Idea?

“Look at them!” I shouted at my sister as I took of my shirt and exposed my new breasts. Yesterday I had been a man who would have killed to be able to look at tits like these whenever I wanted, but I didn’t want it like this! “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have boobs like these?!” I shouted in anger as I shook my melons, not realizing my mistake until too late. She opened her own shirt, and flashed her even larger breasts at me.
“Actually, not really,” she said. “I haven’t been as small as you since I started high school. Oh I heard all the names, had to deal with dumb boys staring at my impossible to hide cleavage, had to change in the locker room and I knew all the other girls were always staring at my chest. And then you, you never made it any better! Like when you took all my bras while I was asleep and threw them in the pool? Cause you thought it would be funny? Well, now it’s your turn to find out what it’s like to be a busty woman, because I’m never changing you back!” My face fell, but I knew she was just bluffing. She’d leave me like this for a week, then change me back.
“Even if I wanted to,” she continued. “I couldn’t: I burned the magic amulet that let me do this to you. So these babies-” She walked up to me and put her hands on my tits. I jumped a bit at her cold touch. “Are all yours, from now, until the day you die. if you need bras, they’re out in the pool.”

Bodysuit 4

“Fuck man! That’s disgusting!” I shouted as my best friend finished all over my bodysuit’s huge jugs. It was his birthday, and I knew FemmCo. suits were practically like having real boobs (though they felt lighter, and almost like they were filled with jelly instead of real titflesh), so I bought one with one of the biggest breast settings, and let him have some fun. I didn’t think he was going to cum all over it though!
“I’m sorry! They just feel so real!” he said.
“It’s fine, just help me get the thing off,” I told him and he went around behind me to undo the zipper.
“Uh, where’s the zipper again?”
Idiot. “It’s at the top of my neck, right under the…hair…line…” my voice drifted off as I reached back and found myself unable to find the zipper. I jumped off the bed and ran to get the suit’s manual, feeling something different in my chest. The suit’s tits felt a lot heavier and firmer, almost like real tits.
I got the manual and flipped to the warnings in the back:
“DO NOT allow semen to come into contact with the suit. Doing so will cause it to bind to the wearer and become permanent.” I dropped the manual from my shaking hands. “P-permanent…” I stuttered out. I looked down at my chest. “Permanent?!”
“What, what is it?”
“Your jizz made this suit permanent! These are my fucking tits now! This whole body is mine!” And if this body is mine then-
“And YOUR CUM IS ON MY SKIN!!” I screamed at him and kicked him out of my house before walking down the hall to the shower to wash this disgusting mess off my-
Off my tits.

Extra Conditions

“Will you look at these things?” I shouted, after agreeing to my girlfriend’s gender swapping idea. “I can’t even zip up this top! How am I supposed to go out in public with these jugs?”
“Jeeze, relax, you’re the one who wanted the extra conditions!” She was referring to the (what I thought was a) small addition to the spell: on top of the breasts I would get naturally, I wanted to get the size from her modest breasts as well.
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it would leave me with these monsters!” I reached up and grabbed them. I can’t lie, it did feel good, but that didn’t change how unmanageable they were.
My girlfriend laughed. “Just imagine what they’ll be like if you got pregnant!”
“Are you saying that’s a possibility?…” I said, shrugging off my top and letting my tits hang free as I walked closer to my girlfriend.
“Maybe…” she said slowly. “But not with me. I only did this spell because I wanted to hook up with this sexy girl at work, and she’ll definitely find my new male body much more attractive, so…bye!” I hadn’t even noticed her getting closer to the door until she was darting out of it. I flopped down on the couch in disbelief, staring from the door to my new boobs. As I stared down at my chest I thought, “The night’s still young. Maybe if I go out for a bit I could still have some fun tonight…