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Chapter 75 by FlatCap90210 FlatCap90210

Is Chris going home?

Yup - his cum-stuffed belly is making him a little drowsy.

Chris decided that a nap in the afternoon sun sounded great. His gurgling tummy felt nice and full, and the pink cotton had turned into a hazy blanket, making it hard to keep his eyes open. At least the apartment his parents rented for him was directly on the boardwalk, and even with his unsteady gait the surfer didn't take long to reach home. Fumbling with his keys after fishing them out of the pockets of his swimming trunks, Chris stumbled into the apartment and out to the sun deck, barely making it to one of the sun lounger before he collapsed onto it face first, not even noticing how his tits were mashed into the cushion.

His dreams were blissfully devoid of... anything really. Just a pink, expansive nothingness stretching on forever. Chris felt warm an cozy, content to just drift along. So he was a little bit miffed when someone woke him by shaking his shoulder. Especially since it was to a pounding headache and a parched, sore throat. The surfer needed something to drink, stat!

"Yo, man, you alright?" Blearily lifting his head and turning it towards the voice, Chris saw his room mate Steve look at him with concern. The brown haired surfer dude was kneeling next to the lounger, only wearing a shirt and shorts. The way his pecs bulged under the fabric looked amazing... Strictly platonically speaking of course! "Did you start drinking without me already? Looks like you passed out."

"Nah--" Chris coughed, unable to continue. His voice was so hoarse that the surfer feared he'd lost his voice. He dropped his head back down and groaned. Even this low sound made his throat hurt... And so did his pecs, for some reason, making his chest feel tight. What the hell had he been doing ?! Trying to remember only made his head hurt more - but there had been a girl, with amazing tits... and something between her legs? No, that couldn't be right. Had to have been a dream.

"Damn, bro... I thought you could handle your booze!" Steve laughed, hitting Chris on the shoulder lightly. "Alright, you stay here. I'm getting you something to drink."

Steve got up and walked back into the apartment, leaving Chris to stare at his room mate's ass. Not that he was new to staring at other people's asses, but they were usually of the bubble butt variety, not this... muscular... rippling... What the hell?! Chris was not perving on another man's ass, and definitely not on Steve's! He'd known the guy for years, and they'd always been bros! Wincing, Chris rolled over onto his back, feeling an unusual weight shift on his chest. Straining to lift his pounding head, the surfer squinted down, but his eyes quickly shot open. Right there, on his chest, were the most perfect, perky and soft tits he'd ever seen, capped by pointy, dark nipples that ached a little from where he'd dragged them over the fabric of the sun lounger.

"W-what the fu--?"

The sound of the fridge closing made Chris' head shoot up. Steve was about to come back out! Suddenly, his headache didn't seem too important anymore. Nor did the fact that Chris had grown tits for some reason. He'd deal with that later. Once he'd made sure that Steve didn't find out.

How is Chris going to manage that?

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