Getting on the bus

Once breakfast was over, I took my dishes to the sink and washed them as fast as I could. The sight of my own heaving melons distracting me since my sister made me into a pervert extended to my own body.

Finished with the dishes, I quickly said my goodbyes to mom and made my way outside to wait for the bus to school. I also saw that my sister was also ready to go to her ‘new’ job as well.

She seems to have decided not to cover up anything as the slingkini bore into her ass as she made her way onto the motorcycle. She always rode a motorcycle to school and my new perverted self was immensely pleased. The way the fabric dug into her ass, disappearing from view. Seeing two globes of fat with the bottom portion attempting to hide her slick labia. It was erotic in all the right ways.

I could see her breasts bulging out from the sides as a new wave of jealousy quickly hit me.

‘Why couldn’t I have tits as big as hers?... Why was I thinking this?’

‘You’re just upset that you don’t have tits as big as mine.’… oh… right.

I guess I’m now jealous of my sister’s tits. This day keeps getting better and better.

I saw my sister drive off in a hail of smoke that caught me off guard. I coughed the smog away as I was able to notice a new problem I had.

I had boxers on.

In my haste, with the added shock of gaining breasts, I forgot to put on pants. I was about to run back inside to get some when a thought entered my mind. Mom and April didn’t mention I was in my boxers, they acted as though everything was normal. Maybe everything I did was perceived as normal.

And if not, I can just question it and change all of reality to match.

So with that, I made my way to the bus stop to await the rest of my day at school.

All in all, the rest of the time was surely uneventful. With only me and a few other students waiting for the bus to take us to school. The other students didn’t even mention my new tits or my boxers. It seems as though I didn’t need to change anything to suit my new choice of clothing.

The bus, mercifully, pulled up and we all got on to get to young jail. At least, that’s what April once called it… before she turned into a stripper.

I sat down next to my friend Matt, he was average at pretty much everything including physical attributes. You could not be able to pick this guy out of a crowd if you tried. He was always their for me so I felt comforted by his presence.

I rode the bus for around ten minutes, just thinking about how fucked it is to have tits and a sister who was a stripper which is now a noble profession for women to go into. I mean how fuckin’ crazy is this sh-

“Hey man. You alright?” I had just realized that I was staring out the window and turned back to Matt with my tits wobbling in response. He made no sign of how ridiculous I looked with melons and boxers.

“Yeah… yeah… I’m uhh… I’m fine.” I tried showing off my best poker face, but apparently my friend wasn’t being it.

“It’s just that…”