A Nice Pair of Tits

Against all odds no one decided to make you blow your load right in the hallway. Probably because people have some decency at last, or because Angie somehow made them respect you. Those stares on your massive outline in your pants though does feel a bit humiliating... and arousing. You **** your thoughts on everything non-erotic, because if that monster finds it's way out of your pants then whatever would happen next would be out of your control. Probably. You manage to get to your next class though without any catastrophes, and right there in the back of the room, next to your seat, Angie sits and waits for you. For a brief moment you were confused, but then you remembered that she had been always seated there.

"Hey." she greets you as you sit down with a knowing smile, giving you the confirmation that more shenanigans might happen soon.
"Hey." You respond. A moment of silence where both know what the topic will be, but no one dares to start it, but then she says it out loud.
"So you enjoying your massive cock?" Everyone around could probably hear that, but no one takes notice, yet.
"It is... nice." you admit, lowering your voice. The teacher comes in, math class begins, but as you try to focus on his words Angie speaks again, like no one else is even in the class.
"So did anyone make you cum on the way in?" she inquires. You expect the teacher to say something, to tell her to shut up, and to especially not say anything so obscene, but there is no reaction. You shake your head and whisper a "No." But Angies doesn't seem to get the hint.
"So tell me the truth: anything you don't like about your dick?" she wonders. Words inevitably form in your mind as your mouth opens and speaks loud enough so everyone can hear.
"It's nice, I am just afraid to get hard with that monster." You feel your face turn red. There was no way you could have prevented that, but now everyone knows. Or do they? No one seems to care, really. They all act like you are not even there.
"D-did... did you do something to them?" you whisper to Angie, but she just chuckles.
"No, they can see you, you are really here, they just don't care about whatever we say." she explains. "Watch..." she turns towards Christine who's sitting in front of you and tells her rather loud "Hey Christine, did you know that John has like a super huge cock?" You see her head tilt to the side a little, she heard her, but she chose to just ignore it, and focuses her attention back to class. "See?" Once again you are in awe about how powerful she is, and strangely not concerned even a bit.
"So you really are scared of getting hard?" she wonders, her voice makes it clear that she cares.
"No, I..." you gulp and hope that people really will just ignore what you say. But after all Angie could just make you say it. "It's just that I am afraid how people would react to me walking around with a baseball bat in my pants... and probably my shirt, too."
"Ooooh... ok." she ponders for a moment "I think I have a solution for that..."

Before you can ask what she is talking about, you are distracted by a tingle, followed by your cock becoming alarmingly alive.
"Oh no..." you mumble as you feel an erection forming. You try your best to stop it, but it doesn't even feel like your body cares to listen at all. Inevitably and rapidly your dick turns into a solid bar of meat, once again in that strange order from the base up to the tip, so that it comfortably pulls itself out of your trousers. Not even a minute later you sit there with it throbbing right below your chin, bulging your pants and your shirt with no questions left on what's causing it. You feel the entire length, the warmth, the arousal, and smell a bit of pre-cum drying on top of the almost fist-sized head.
"Why?!" you pant, as horny thoughts invade your mind.
"So you no longer have to be scared." she explains with a warm smile. "See: no one is disturbed by it." You however have difficulties to even listen, as your rock-hard dick keeps distracting you. But according to her smirk she likes you this way.
"So tell me the truth: anything particular you'd like to do right now?" Oh fuck... but before you can say what's really on your mind she erases it. "Beside fucking me."
"I'd really like to... shove that cock between some nice tits right now." you blurt out. Sure there were other things on your mind as well where that dick could go right now, but the one thing she didn't allow, and then your eyes were just resting on her delicious, perfect D-cups. "S-sorry... my dick is so hard... this is really distracting." you wince, but she just laughs aloud.
"I guess I am to blame for making you this way." Angie eventually responds, then eyes you for a moment. "But I think I have an idea how to solve this dilemma..."

Suddenly you feel how your cock becomes sandwiched between... tits?" In surprise you look down and see that some rather big boobs have formed on your chest, and they are far from being done growing. A few more seconds later and your entire lower vision is blocked by tits that are at least the size of your head, with your dick nicely stuck between them.
"What the..." you stammer, but before you can continue you feel her hand reach into your shirt. She gently grabs your dick with her fingers and gently pulls it up a little, which it follows by expanding effortlessly like it is made out of putty. Then she grabs your massive tits, squeezes them around your shaft, sending completely new feelings of pleasure right into your mind, and you feel that becoming their new 'normal' pose, so firm that they are almost hovering in front of you, jiggling and sliding with each move.
"Better." she admires her handy work. Your cock is now somehow stuck perfectly between between your gigantic tits, and as they are moving up and down with every breath, you feel a slight rubbing on your shaft, just at the right spot. You don't even dare to think about what would happen if you try to walk like that.

After ten minutes you finally give up trying to focus on class. That constant, subtle rubbing of massive tits on your shaft is just too good, too distracting to even want to do anything else but to enjoy that. Sure those tits would wobble around like crazy should you move too much, but the pleasure just feels too good to say no to this fantasy. A few grunts escape you every now and then, but the class proceeds to just ignore it.
"You like?" Angie wonders. Unable to form words you just nod.
"Tell me the truth: do you enjoy having tits?" she suddenly triggers you again. Inevitably you have to speak out your deepest, sexual fantasies.
"I like it, especially the rubbing, but I feel like they look a bit out of place on my male body." Once again your face flushes with blood, but there is just nothing you can do if she tells you to speak the truth, but to do it. You see her smirk once again, that kind of grin she always puts up before she does something to you, but otherwise nothing else happens. Unsure what else to do you focus the remains of your attention on the class, even though the constant arousal from your very own tits rubbing on your very own relentlessly erect cock makes it impossible to even understand half a sentence. It takes another five minutes or so, until you look at your hands and feel something creeping up your spine, like something is very wrong. Did you always have smooth, female hands? But it's not only your hands, also your arms. Even though you cannot fully grasp why, an alarm is ringing inside your mind. Dread hangs heavy over your mind while you fumble out your phone and tell the camera to show you your face. You are a girl. That very female face, the long hair, the smaller shoulders, it is plain obvious. Also looking down you see your very female torso with your giant tits nicely squeezed into a white tank top, holding your massive cock in place. Where other girls show their cleavage, you present the head of your unreal monster dick to the world. Below that wide hips, a definitely juicy ass in a mini skirt that should be way too skimpy for school actually. And further down a pair of well-shaped female legs that look good in your stockings. A part of you figures you should be in panic right now, but you are not sure why... haven't you been female all along? But then where does the dick come from?! You still remember the last two hours, and you can deduct that Angie is messing with your head - and body - once again, you just feel... good with it? Your head turns to the side to ask her what she's doing, but there is only Dave sitting next to you. Of course. Who else would be there? He had been sitting there for the past 6 years, enjoying the sight of your massive tits and equally gigantic dick. Wait... did he?!