Robin develops curves over the next week

Robin paced around the kitchen with growing annoyance as he dialed his phone again. He had been trying to call the doctor's office for the last week since the encounter he had with John but was having no luck. Apparently, the hospital was having some kind of problem with their phone lines or something because all he was getting was a robot telling him that they were temporarily out of serves. He was frustrated and growing **** to get some answers to the questions about what was happening to his body. In just a week's time, the puffiness in his chest had only ballooned into what he refused to acknowledge as noticeable small breasts along with similar growth in his thighs and ass.

“We're sorry the number you have dialed is temporarily not in service,” Robin heard the aggravatingly familiar voice say one his phone.

“Fuck!”

Robin placed his phone down next to his laptop slowly and deliberately, doing his best not to wing it across the room. He plopped himself down at the kitchen table and leaned back against the chair, tilting his head back. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths that caused his breasts to rise and fall in his new square neck top. The shirt was made of a tight material that hugged his body in a way he was still not used to. He hated wearing the female clothes that John had bought for him but he was out of options. His last set of male clothes stunk to high hell and stealing John's had some bothersome results. Robin rubbed his neck as his mind slipped back to during the week.

He had attempted to steal John's clothes but that didn't really work out of him. He refused to put on John's underpants and his jeans were too big to stay up, even with his widened hips. Baggy clothes wouldn't normally be a problem but John only owned the one belt, so that idea was scrapped. Needing to wear something lead him to try wearing leggings, the least feminine garment John had bought him. Unfortunately, they kept painfully squeezing his junk against his leg which **** him to wear panties to keep his genitals out of the way but that had the side effect of flattening his crotch. What he thought would be the least problematic of the garments to wear, John's baggy shirts had unintended consequences. Apparently, John found the image of his “girlfriend” walking around in his shirts really cute and a sign of playfulness. While Robin wasn't paying attention, John would quietly sneak his hands under the loose material and tweak a nipple. Each time, John was encouraged by the moans Robin would unintentionally make as jolts of pleasure would hit him and that pleasure only got more intense as time went on. It would take all of his will power to pull away from John's strong hands, even as John's lips would plant themselves onto his neck. Firmly, his skin would be touched and caressed in a way Robin had never experienced before.

“Ooh,” Robin's own moan jostled him from his thoughts.

Sitting up, he realized he had been manipulating his hardened nipples through his girly top as he was letting his mind wander. He shook his head and cleared his thoughts as best as he could and decided to focus back on the laptop instead of dealing with what he was just doing.