The morning after the party

You wake up in your bed, alone in your room at the Lodge on Sunday morning... the Lodge is where the players get to relax on weekends. You remember the party last night, but you feel funny... the main thing you feel is a sore spot on your ass. Still groggy, you feel under the covers, slipping your hand into your boyshorts and finding your buttock very tender. It feels like you got a shot there... or something.

You shake your head and try to sit up, but your body is heavy and your back hurts... yeah... things did get exciting at the party, but something's wrong. You blearily open your eyes and look down at the front of your t-shirt, confused by what you see.

"What the fuck?" you mutter. Your chest is... sticking out.

You are a girl. You are used to having boobs, and yours are not tiny, but this is not right. Still sleepy, you pull your t-shirt over your head and throw it away, revealing what looks like... two seriously big breasts.

You jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom, shocked by how hard it is to run, how heavy they are, and how they swing around. You turn on the light and look in the mirror, **** on your own voice.

You were a... B-cup. They were big enough to hold, big enough to need a bra, but not much more...

Now they're... what is this, even? E cup? F cup? They're almost as big as your head. You gently touch one, then lift it... it weighs a ton. Your nipples are a big bigger now too... fatter, and sticking out more.

You hesitantly touch one and cry out... it's like it sends sexual lightning through your whole body.

"Ah," you gasp, leaning on the sink... but then you touch it again, shivering. You grasp it between your thumb and forefinger and look down to see your cock swell up, poking out of your boyshorts to stand up against your belly... your tits feel amazing. You bite your lip and use both hands to squeeze them... it's makes your knees week. You squeeze and massage, and it feels better than stroking your cock.

You are moaning loudly without realizing it, and moving your hips as you play with your breasts. You pinch and tug your nipples, unable to stop. You can't stop.

"Ah!" You arch your back, and your cock strains against your underwear, shooting a couple white strings up onto your stomach...

You pant and stare at yourself in the mirror... you came from playing with your nipples.

Someone knocks on your door, startling you. Shit.

"Who is it?" you ask.

"It's me," Michelle says.

You grab a towel, wipe the cum off your tummy, and put your shirt on. You tuck your soft cock back in your boyshorts and answer the door.

"I need to borrow a bra," you say to Michelle.

She is looking at her phone. "You what?" she says, surprised by what you said.

Then she looks at you.

"Riley, what the fuck?" she demands, seeing your insane chest. The t-shirt can't hide it... nothing can.

"You got a fucking boob job?" She looks pissed. Before you can say anything, she smacks your boob.

You moan and fall to your knees, shaking and protectively covering your boobs... but then you fall to the floor, and Michelle just stares at the stain spreading on your boyshorts... you came again.

"OK. You need a bra," she says, very weirded out. "Are you OK?"

"Ooooohhh...." you moan.

She comes into the room and closes the door, getting down on the floor with you.

"How did you do this over night?"

"I went to a party," you admit, panting as you feel sticky cum in your underwear.

"What kind of party?"

"A sex party."

"Why'd you go to sex party?" she demands.

"To get my rocks off," you tell her... it's the truth.

She puts her face in her hand. "And what? They gave you a boob job?"

"I think they gave me a shot," you say.

"Like ****? What **** gives you huge knockers?" she asks.

You don't know...

"I will loan you a bra," she says, dazed. "Can you even play like that? I guess if Ingrid can, you can too..."

Yeah...

"I need to lie here," you say. You did just cum twice, first thing in the morning.

"No. I'm getting you a bra. Clean up and come downstairs," she says.

"Fine," you say.