Breast Case Scenario

As soon as Ethan came to, he felt something heavy pressing against his chest. When he rubbed his eyes groggily and sat up, the strange weight seemed to almost pull him forward. Weirdly still, he felt the even stranger sensation of something jiggling beneath his shirt. He knew he wasn’t the most athletic or anything, but there was absolutely no way he had a pair of man-boobs.

Ethan froze as he finally looked down. Two large bulges blocked his view, stretching out his shirt into two distinctive points.

“What the fuck?!” He exclaimed. His hands flew up to his chest, grasping at whatever was inside. He gasped, realizing that whatever was inside his shirt had weight to it. Worse, he could feel whatever it was rubbing against his hands and his shirt.

Ethan stood up, feeling the weights jiggle and move around as he got up. Whatever they were, they were sensitive. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, finally exposing his torso to the dusty attic air and ran towards an old mirror nearby.

His jaw dropped open as he took in his reflection.

A pair of heavy, ebony colored breasts hung from his pale, white torso. The nipples were an even darker shade, large and circular. Ethan could feel them hardening, and watched as they started to grow larger and larger, until they were nearly half an inch long.

“Do I have boobs? How the fuck do I have boobs?!” He almost screamed out. He could feel them on his chest, they were warm and sensitive, jiggling with every little movement he made. And he could feel that something was sloshing around inside.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Milk?!” He watched as white, pearly droplets began to drip from the teats and onto the floor.