Bertha awoke and looked for Ryan, but he was no where to be seen. “Ryan, sweetie?”
“In here, Bertha,” he yelled back form the bathroom. “But be prepared for a shock!” he laughed. Bertha walked in and was dumbfounded to find Ryan smiling back at her with the biggest rack she had ever seen. It took her almost a minute to realize that his face had feminized and he was wearing makeup as well.
“Ryan! You have huge tits! And you’re not worried?”
“Nah! They feel right, so why bother getting worked up?” he replied not realizing the magic was keeping him from panicking. “Check it out! Each one is bigger than your head!” he giggled pulling her head down into his cleavage and giving them a shake. Bertha struggled against it, feeling like she was drowning in boob flesh. He finally let go and the poor girl gasped for air.
“How can you support those monsters?”
“I’ve got a bra! I just woke up with one!”
“Ryan this is nuts,” the ditzy girl had more than enough sense to realize. "And what about your face? It looks like a girl version of your old one, with longer hair!"
“No what’s nuts is I think my farts are getting smellier!” he joked picking a leg up and letting one fly. The vibrations of the fart made his boob flesh ripple for an extraordinary amount of time. “And as for my face; well it goes with my new milkers, so who cares? Now come on, we need to go shopping.”
“Shopping? Why?”
“Because whatever is doing this to me probably isn’t done. And I’m going to need new clothes. I’m thinking spandex. Red and white spandex. Now hand me my coat.”
“You think any of your coats will fit now?” Bertha asked opening the closet to get her own, and Ryan’s.
“Hand me that Santa Claus coat I wear when I give out presents at the hospital. It’s big enough for the padding I wear. It should be able to handle these whoppers,” he laughed as he made his breasts jiggle back and forth. Bertha handed it to him and he put it on, cinching it under his breasts with the belt. It did little to hide them, and far more to accentuate them. But as Bertha observed, Ryan really didn’t seem to mind. “Now come on, I know a lot of guys are going to want to see these!” Bertha followed her boyfriend from his dorm room; walking into a cloud of gas he left waiting for her.
“Ryan, dear, do your farts smell like gingerbread cookies?”
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