Aaron Steals Amanda's Boobs

Author's Foreword: This is the second half of the last update! There's a whole lot more craziness ahead! If you want to help guide where it goes (or if you just want to come talk swaps), come on by the Discord and cast your vote! We'd love to have you!

Aaron looked down at his bikini-clad tits.

They were nice, all things considered. While the other boys were getting thick and muscular back in highschool, he’d been getting all round and supple. They weren’t the biggest tits out there, sure, but they were full and perky and he’d never heard complaints, especially with the way they seemed to jiggle at the slightest provocation.

So it wasn't that Aaron didn't like his tits. He had nothing against them, he liked his body just fine.

At least that's what he'd say normally.

But nothing about this was normal was it?

And right there in front of him, right there in that moment? There was something staring at him that blew his boobs right out of the water. Soft sweet sweater melons. Perfect pliant fuck-pillows. Amanda had some real fine tommy-knockers, was the point his brain was trying to make.

Aaron knew the desire was artificial. He knew this cloying jealousy wasn’t his own. Come on, he’d never even considered what having a girl’s boobs would be like. But in that moment, what else could he do but want?

He gripped the remote tighter. He looked this way and that, as though someone might be listening in.

“So - you’re sure that no one will realize what we’re doing?” He said it in half whisper, leaning in for dramatic effect. “No one will react or judge? Not even if I did something… weird?”

“Weird?” Amanda’s grin three sizes. This - this was exactly what she was looking for! “Of course not!” She leaned in to meet him. “They’ll act as though it’s perfectly normal, as though you’ve always been that way - omg why? What are you thinking?”

“Nothing - “ he demurred, doubt seizing him. “You know what? Maybe its a stupid idea.”

“What, no! Aaron! You can’t just cockblock me like that! So what if its stupid? So what if it's silly or weird or perverted? That’s the great thing about this device. No one will know. No one will judge. Come on, I’m the only person in the world you can talk to about this sort of thing and I want to know! I want to hear it.” Her breath was hot. “I want every. Little. Detail. You don’t have to be shy around me.”

His heart pounded. She was right.

“But no, see,” he shook his head. “It’s not even what I really want! It's this stupid jealousy in my brain. It keeps telling me that I want things that I don’t. And it feels so much like a part of myself that I can’t keep track of what I want and what it wants. I know I should just get rid of it but all I can think of is how great it would be to assuage it instead.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” he failed to whisper the words. “I’m saying I want the biggest, girliest boobs I can find!" Blood coursed hot through his face. "The hottest, fattest, roundest tits. I want to walk into a room and have everybody know in no uncertain terms that I’m the bustiest, hottest, person around!”

Amanda burst out laughing.

“Hey!” He crossed his hands over his chest. “See? It’s stupid. This is all so…”

“No, no, Aaron, sweetie. It’s not stupid. It’s just… are you kidding? You think that’s weird? Why do you think my tits are so big, huh? Trying things out is half the fun. If you see a part you want, you go get it. Don’t worry about shame or embarrassment. Who cares why you want them? If you’re going to enjoy it, go for it! Go off! Enjoy!”

“R-really?” his eyes fell back down to her cleavage. “You don’t mind?”

“Of course not! I’m all for it.” She turned to look around the bar. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

Zap.

“Ah.” Her expression flattened, as did another part of her, in perfect deadpan. “Of course.”

Aaron shifted his weight. His chest felt so heavy, so full, so big! A grin widened across his face that could have put even Amanda’s best to shame. He reached up and gave them a squeeze.

She raised a coy eyebrow at him and did the same. He broke out laughing. She followed suit. How strange they must have looked from the other tables - the two people groping themselves as they doubled over at their own private joke.

Boobs.

His boobs!

The way his now way-too-small bikini was straining so hard against it, flesh bulging out around the tight straps. He could feel the sensation of it in a way he hadn’t expected. More skin, more nerves, a feminine delicateness like only he could imagine.

He rubbed at them curiously. They were so... he didn’t know how to describe it. There was just something about them that felt so womanly! Not at all like his old tits.

“Well?” she smirked. “How do they feel?”

“Oh wow.” He let out a soft gasp. “They’re big and hot and sensitive. They’re like, sexy little mountains, oh my god.” He swung his shoulders back and forth, the things jiggling this way and that, his bikini top only just barely holding on.

“Yeah? Took me three different parties to get them just right. You like?”

“Like? This is incredible!” he squeezed and rubbed absently. “I’ve got the hottest tits around! Finally I have the kind of look that I… that I…”

He frowned as his words fell off.

His gaze caught on her chest.

He was staring at her melons - those familiar boyish things, thrusting their cleavage into the night. Bile started to rise up in the back of his throat.

How did they look so good on her?

“Hold on,” Aaron’s voice was tiny. “If I have your tits, why am I… why am I still so jealous?”

“You are?” The mood had whiplashed so fast Amanda had to bite back a laugh. He was serious. “Is this where I use this opportunity to give a heartwarming lecture about how the true root of jealousy is a lack of self esteem and we could have a big adventure with the remote about how you need to learn to love yourself first?”

“What?”

"I'm kidding." she stuck out a tongue. "I may have gone a little hard on the jealousy?” She squinted down at the remote, then back at his tits. “Like, maybe it made it so you’d be jealous of me no matter what either of us looks like?”

He blinked, then slapped his forehead.

“Does that help?”

“Honestly? No.” He shook his head. “If anything, I think that just makes it worse. Being told by the person you’re jealous of that no matter how hard I try I can never look as good as you? Wow.” He chuckled in disbelief.

“Well it probably doesn’t help that I’m cheating.” She stuck out her tongue again. “Someone shows up hotter than me and suddenly I’m running around with all their best features. You, at least, are in a position to do something about it.”

Right. He was, wasn’t he?

He looked down at the remote, then over his shoulder at the girl that had been the source of his jealousy.

There was only way to fix this.

Zap.

A few minutes later, all eyes were on the girl as she ordered another drink from the now suspiciously flat bartender. Her braless honkers were straining so hard beneath her top that it was riding up and showing off her midriff. The boys liked what they saw.

“Aw,” Amanda smiled. “You’re too kind, you know that? How are you feeling?”

He looked at the way all the guys were fawning over her now. How, now that she had a killer pair of tits and didn’t have her jealousy to hold her back, she had all of the attention she had always wanted. She seemed so much happier.

“Honestly?” He took a breath and flexed his hand. He was still struggling with it of course. Aching that he didn’t have the looks these other girls had. But at least it was something he was aware of. Something he could ignore if he needed. “I can live with it.”

And if he couldn’t? Well, there was probably someone out there who could, right? Who deserved this?

“Thinking you might want to turn back then?” She leered at his new breasts, clearly enjoying the way his too-small bikini failed to cover the fullness of his big fat nipples.

“I mean….” He looked around in faux innocence. “Maybe I’ll try them out for a little while? What was it you were saying? Trying stuff out is half the fun?

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear!” She bit her lip. “And fun we shall have.” She laughed. A beautiful lilting laugh. So confident. She didn’t even care the motion set her manly tits jiggling.

“So,” she purred. “What’s next?"