Screw chores. John teases his sister about his larger chest

With his breasts bouncing heavily beneath his crop top, John sauntered through the house, exaggerating the bounce in his steps to really emphasize the delicious jiggle of his doughy tits. He could feel his mother's eyes lingering on his exposed underboob and heaving cleavage, but she just shrugged. In this new reality, her son had always been blessed with such an obscenely stacked, top-heavy figure.

John’s stiff cock strained in his pants, turned on by how utterly shameless he was being in flaunting his feminine assets. John was a guy, but he had bigger, fatter breasts than he had ever imagined - and he loved it.

He passed by the living room, where Gwen was watching TV in a tight tank top that now clung to her completely flat, boyish chest. Her eyes went wide as she caught sight of her brother's ridiculous curves, her mouth agape in a jealous pout.

"No fucking way..." she muttered, staring at the way John's heavy, doughy breasts swayed with each step. “How is it fair that you have bigger tits than me, and i just have this flat mosquito bites!!! Uggggh!”

John grinned, giving his fat funbags an exaggerated grope and jiggle right in front of his sister. “What's the matter, sis? Jealous of my perky tits?” he taunted with a wink. “Then again, i bet you've always been envious of my superior body." John was having so much fun with the re-written history.

Gwen's cheeks flushed red with indignation, her eyes following the tantalizing sway of those massive melons. “That's not fair!" she whined petulantly. "I'm the gurl. I’m supposed to be the one with the biggest boobs!”

The buxom stud chuckled at his sister's tantrum, reveling in her jealous frustration. His gaze drifted out the window to the neighboring houses, where plenty of MILFs and neighbors were just waiting to have their most delicious assets pilfered. And John, with a device that could rewrite reality itself… the possibilities for him to indulge his wildest fantasies were endless!