Move on with the week, a little hiccup the following days

Later that night I went home to take the pills my girlfriend Monica supplied me to take. I fight to not swallow the **** given to me. Our relationship not panning out how I wanted. I thought calling her up to end it. But if I did. How would I ever escape this cock caged?

I deteriorate the pink pills down my throat. The cotton candy sensation spread through my body. My body is like a hard game of football, causing me to become rapidly exhaustedly depleted. I found my bed and immediately passed out.

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I woke on Friday, my body feeling refreshed by the ten hours of sleep. I hope I wasn't late for work as I got up and found my clothes for the brand new day. The cock dangling in my mind with the shitty weekend I experienced with my girlfriend Monica. I soon put on a button-up tee shirt but immediately stop in my steps. My mouth open, flabbergasted. On my scrawny chest is very puffy nipples. I stare at them. In a t-shirt, no one would notice them. However if in person, bare to anyone, they would recognize them to be small itty bitty tits. My mind stumbles for words as I stare at my meek chest.

I put a hand on my new tits. My body shudders and quivers from my own hands. My fingernails caused a hot sizzling through my body. This week couldn't get worse, you thought as I play with my petite breasts.

Then my brain went into overdrive. Should I send a picture to my girlfriend to show off what the pills are transforming my boy body into? Or should I fuck with Devin and snap a selfie to see what he will say. Maybe go see my uncle and flashing during breakfast. That could help me get out of doing chores.