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8. Jon's love/hate relationship w

7. double wish

6. but there's more

5. disgusting boob fetish

4. Jon's bizarre fantasy

3. After school the next day

2. They each sleep on it

1. You Are What You Wish

Jon's love/hate relationship with boobs

on 2014-04-01 15:27:58

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All that happened so fast that before I knew it I was on the park ground, laying face down. At first I was confused but then somemething happened. Something, which confirmed my worst fears.

I always found breasts attractive, almost as much as tiny waists flaring into wide hips. Now, however, I realized that even though I still rationally found the thought of playing with boobs exciting, there was another thought that appeared in my mind... I felt embarrased by the very fact that females had tits... Whereas just a few minutes ago I was getting turned on by the prospect of women having to deal with those inconvinient yet glorious pieces of jell-o on their chests, now I found that I pitied them. All I could think of was how uncomfortable they must be, with their gross sacks of fat hanging down their pectorals. Pendulous, heavy things (now, in fact three times heavier due to my wish), swinging and jiggling and bouncing around... Sweat gathering where they folded to meet the skin below them... Nipples now seemend more like ridiculous growths than sexy pink points to suckle on.

And as I got more and more embarrased about the whole boob business I felt an unfamiliar feeling. Two points on my chest which was currently pressing into the ground felt like they tightened. There was a little tingling too but it mostly felt like if my nipples hardened and enlarged... My nipples...

That's when I became sure of what happened. I lifted my head slightly and opened my eyes. On the muddy ground a couple inches from my nose there was blonde hair scattered all around my field of vision. I also became aware of how weirdly my chest was resting against the ground. Neither my sternum nor the stirp of skin between my pecs and my bellybutton was touching the cold floor. I could feel how the skin on the sides of my ribcage got stretched slightly as the volume of Karyn's, now mine, breasts spilled outward slightly under my weight.

I had boobs now. The thought made me sick.

The last thing I wanted was to get up and face how they would hang on my torso. Anyway, I wasn't given a choice...




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