"the one that sounds like boobs!"

"It's gotta be... Endowment for the Arts!" The audience applauds as a drumroll starts. You look around, trying to see if something will come flying out at you, when suddenly the world goes white as the noise reaches its peak and a cymbal crashes. The whiteness fades and you look around.

"Is it... yes! Tits!" shouts your sister, as cheesy game show music starts to play and the audience claps.

That doesn't sound good, but you figured as much from the word endowment. You really don't want to, but you look down and see a huge pair of tits jutting out from your chest. You've got your stepsister beaten by a good bit, and they're being shown off by a modified version of the shirt you had on, which now shows an absolutely inordinate amount of cleavage. But... strangely, you're not angry or mortified. In fact, you almost feel good about them. They look good.

You hear your sister laugh. "Oh, I get it!" She's reading from a card in her hand. "The 'Arts' part means you think your boobs look really great. You won't want to cover them up, and you'll want to try and show them off. Like you're doing now." She says the last line with a smirk and you notice that you're subconsciously arcing your back to press your tits out in front of you. You blush and try to return to normal posture, but a part of you doesn't care. Of course you would show off your tits.

"Okay, bro, let's see if I can give you anything to go with those... Crossing my fingers!"

"Come on dude, let me touch them!"

Your friend is leaning on a table for balance, too much **** in him. You shrug, you can't blame him. Your tits are super amazing, after all.

"Yeah, of course." Your friend gets a big grin and starts to grope your tits through your thin t-shirt. It feels okay, but you're used to this kind of thing. You're glad it makes him happy though.

You turn your head around the party and see her. You grin and start to wave. She takes notice and smiles at you and starts to walk over. She looks at your intoxicated friend and laughs. "Are you okay?" she asks, smiling. "Need any help?"

"No, he always gets like this, it's best to just let him get it out of his system."

"So... are those-?"

"Yep, entirely natural," you say, "they just grew in. Can't explain it."

"Huh," she says. "Honestly, that's pretty hot." Her eyes are drawn to your tits, mashed together by your friend.

You grin. "No one would say anything."

She gulps and nods, then brings her hand to your breast.

"What the Hell was that?" yells your sister?

You blink and shake your head, then smile. "Who could resist these?" you say, indicating your tits, mostly because you know it'll piss your sister off that you're way bigger than her. You're feeling really confident.

"Well..." your sister groans, "I guess let's see what the punishments are..."

They pop up on the big screen one by one.

Option 1: Short of Breath

Option 2: Punk Rock Wannabe

Option 3: Random