Well there was no denying it anymore. The curse had given me breasts.
For the last few days my chest had been swelling, I could feel something straining beneath my skin. My nipples had been more tender and sensitive than usual. But today as I woke up it was clear - I no longer had pecs. I had breasts.
I touched my areolas carefully, rubbing my fingertips over them and my erect nipples. I gotta say - it was an excellent rack. It was the sort of tits I would have given anything to grope back when I was a normal jock. Not massive porn star DD tits or anything like that. But a strong natural handful that really had a strong shape, pert and taut. Was I turning myself on?
Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see other changes were happening. I still looked like myself... just a more... beautiful version of myself? Does that make sense? Like my chin seemed softer, my features more feminine. I was still definitely a guy. And still looked like a jock. But my lips were fuller and there was a gentleness to my face I hadn't had before.
My first thought was if this would freak out Tyler. I was hoping the breasts would make me MORE arousing to him, not less. He had been a real sweetheart to me lately. Driving me home every day after school, deliberately keeping me away from the other guys so they couldn't get me alone and fuck me. When we arrived outside my house each day, we never wanted to say goodbye. We'd talk deeper than we ever had before and eventually succumb to a heavy making out session as he fingered my pussy. Eventually I'd have to invite him inside because I needed his cock in me and he was more than happy to oblige. He'd look into my eyes as he fucked me.. or was he making love to me? Was it crazy to suddenly fall in love with my straight mate? No crazier than suddenly having a vagina I guess. I missed him when he wasn't around and loved getting his messages late at night when I should have been sleeping.
I knew it was time to bite the bullet and show my new appendages to Tyler to see what he thought. It was the weekend and Tyler was expecting me to swing past so we could head to the mall later. I think we were going to go on our first date!
I put on the biggest hoody I could find, hoping the shapeless fabric would cover them so I didn't look strange. I also didn't want my brother and father to see them either. Luckily my brother had been out for the last few days. Dad still gave me strange looks though and I could see him getting hard around me. And not gonna lie - I kinda loved it. It made me moist and the idea of my father's cock, the cock that made me, penetrating me again was incredibly exciting.
But I tried to push it out of my mind. I didn't want to hurt my mother by cheating on her with dad, nor did I want to hurt Tyler who clearly wanted my pussy all to himself.
I knocked on Tyler's front door, nervous but excited. He'd always bragged about groping girls' breasts so I knew he was into them as a body part. Hopefully he'd love them attached to me - his new boyfriend!
But when the door opened - it wasn't Tyler. It was his older brother, Peter. Peter was about 21, brunette, crew cut. He had a strong physique and his face was kinda mean. He had sleeve tattoos covering his muscular forearms. He worked as a laborer and you could tell. He had that rough, tanned look you only get from working outside all day. I'd never really clicked with Peter or Tyler's other younger brothers. They had always bullied him and treated him like shit, thinking he was too sensitive. And they weren't afraid to be dicks to me and his other friends too so I tried to stay away from them as much as possible.
I tried a charm offensive to steamroll him. "Hey Peter, is Tyler home?"
"Dunno," he grunted, stepping aside to let me in.
I rolled my eyes as I walked past him. Once a prick, always a prick I guess. I headed downstairs and to the back of the house where Tyler's room was. His bedroom door was closed so I knocked, not wanting to disturb him.
"Ty?"
"Jacks?" I heard him cough inside. "Don't come in."
I opened the door just a little bit to see the room was dark. The blinds were down and Tyler was in bed, looking like death warmed over.
"I've got covid," he moaned miserably. "You shouldn't get close. I don't want you to get it, babe."
I felt so bad for him. He looked so ill and clearly wasn't in the mood for company.
"Ah fuck bro. I'm so sorry. Can I get you anything?"
He shook his head. "I'll be OK. The folks are looking after me. They've gone to the shop to get supplies. I should be alright after a day or so of bed rest."
I nodded, disappointed we couldn't hang out but glad it would only be temporary.
"I'll let you sleep then. Call anytime if you want anything. And buzz me as soon as you're healthy. I can't wait for our first date," I said with a wink. I gave my crotch a grab to remind him of what he was missing.
He forced himself to give me a grin, enjoying my cheeky side. "You know it, Jacks. I'm gonna miss you."
"Sleep well, babe. I'll see you very soon."
I closed the door and crept away, leaving my poor boyfriend to his sick room. I headed upstairs where Peter was slumped on the couch watching TV and knocking back beers, even though it was only 10am.
"Yo Jackson," he called out to me as I passed. "Siddown for a sec."
I obliged, not having anywhere else I needed to be now.
He sized me up and down as he took a swig of his beer, "you been working out?"
I shrugged, not wanting him to look too closely at my bulging chest. "Maybe".
"You and Tyler been spending a fair bit of time together lately," he paused.
I didn't say anything, not knowing whether I should reply or not.
"He should be out chasing tail. Not just hanging with you."
I could feel the faint accusation in the air but wasn't about to confirm or deny it.
Until he asked... "You turning my brother into a faggot?"
I stared at him, shocked. What???
"You getting my brother to suck your dick?"
I laughed - if he only knew - and answered honestly. "No. Your brother isn't sucking my dick." I stood up to leave but his hand grabbed me and pulled me back down, brushing across my chest in the process. I felt a bolt of electricity as he scraped my nipples.
"What you have got under your top?"
I stayed silent, too embarrassed to reply.
"Lift your hoody," he ordered.
I reluctantly lifted my top, exposing my perky breasts to him.
"Fuck," he gasped as he stared at them, hypnotised. "They real?"
I nodded, feeling incredibly self-conscious under his gaze. He was entranced by me.
"So... what? Are you my brother's... girlfriend? Boyfriend?"
I shrugged. "I don't know anymore. But I really like your brother. And I want to be with him."
He didn't look at my face. He just kept staring at my tits... I guess this is what most chicks felt like?
"Come closer."
I knew I couldn't argue - there was no point in resisting, this was going to happen one way or another... that was the nature of the curse - so I stepped towards him.
He pulled my hoodie off me completely and swept one arm behind me, pulling me right up close. And before I could stop him (not that I was going to), he reached forward and started suckling on my tits. His tongue flickered and teased my nipple, then slowly circled them, making them stiff as they responded to his arousal. He moved over to the other one, nibbling gently and then applying suction, as he groaned his appreciation. "Fuck," he muttered. "They feel real."
I felt so conflicted. I had really hoped the first person to play with my breasts would be my boyfriend, not his mean prick of an older brother. But here we were, and truth be told, he was doing a damn good job suckling on them.
His hand traveled south, cupping between my legs. He looked surprised and then shoved his hand down the front of my pants to confirm his suspicions - I definitely didn't have a penis. He unzipped my fly and pulled down my briefs to stare at my cunt.
"What the fuck..." But he was already fingering my slit.
I immediately got wet from his touch so his first finger slipped right in and he sighed, feeling how warm and inviting I was inside. "It's a long story," I whispered.
But he didn't care. He was too horny for that. His mouth replaced his fingers at my cunt as he dove in, alternating between tongue-fucking me and tracing slow swirls around my labia. Fuck he was good!!
My legs wobbled and I held onto his head for balance as he drove me wild with lust. I always felt so vulnerable having my pussy eaten - having a man taste me and see inside me while being so full of pleasure I can't resist anything he does.
He finally broke away to stare up at me. "Do you suck my brother's cock?"
I nodded. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his own. It was thicker than Tyler's - like a can of Red Bull. A mushroom head with a drop of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. I stared at it, lustfully.
"It's bigger than my brother's, right?" he asked, knowing full well the answer was yes. "You should suck mine instead," he whispered huskily. "I've fucked Tyler's girlfriends before. They always prefer me. He's got no idea. Suck my cock. Be my whore."
There was a hacking cough from Tyler's room upstairs but we both ignored it. And even though I hated him, knowing how badly he'd treated his brother, how callous and unfeeling he was, I couldn't stop myself from dropping to my knees and hoovering on his meat. This was the meaty cock of a real man. I smeared it over my face, so my skin all smelt like Peter's horse cock.
"Fuck let me taste it," he groaned as he pulled me close, clamping his lips against mine, forcing my mouth open with his tongue and hungrily tasting his own cock on my lips.
I could taste the beer on his breath as he kissed me roughly, his stubble grazing my tender skin. I felt intoxicated by lust. I moaned with pleasure as his hand went down between my legs, fingering my slit again which was really moistening, craving penetration.
"Get naked," he whispered.
I was all too happy to comply, kicking off my sneakers and pulling my jeans all the way off. I stood completely naked before him, my pussy wet and ready to be penetrated, my breasts wet with his spit and flushed from being manipulated.
Peter stripped off too and I was able to admire his muscular physique, chiselled from years of hard labour. I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to not just get fucked by all these guys, but damn hot sexy guys too. Prime specimens of masculinity. He sat back, his cock sticking straight up in the air, pulsing with his heartbeat. "Climb on, babe" he instructed.
I straddled him so we were face to face, my cunt lips brushing against the tip of his cock. He stared right into my eyes as he slowly pushed me down, impaling me on his man-meat. I opened my mouth to groan and he quickly covered my mouth in a kiss to silence me. I could feel my vaginal walls expanding to make room for him.
Upstairs, I could hear Tyler coughing, racked with pain and misery, as downstairs I rode his big brother's cock like it was a Merry Go Round horse, locked together in ecstasy.
"Ooooooohhh," he trembled, enjoying the sensation I was giving him, slowly deep-dicking me in long, deliberate thrusts with his eyes tightly closed.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
He opened his eyes and stared deep into my eyes. "I can see why my bro has been spending so much time with you." He kissed me again, all barriers between us dissolving as we sweated against each other, moving as one. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and I felt truly held in his grip. It was amazing giving up my body to him.
Suddenly he pulled himself up, his arms still around me and lowered me down onto the living room floor carpet. There he could piston into me deeply at any speed he wanted. He fingered my clit, sending sparks through me as I twitched with bliss. Peter's thrusts accelerated, getting harder and faster, as he cupped my breasts, taking them into his mouth one by one as he sucked on them fervently. The feeling intensified the pleasure I was feeling from being fucked so much. I wondered if Josh knew how much pleasure this curse would give me?? It was weird having my masculinity taken away from me but being literally filled with so much other masculinity, becoming the object of so much attention. It felt good to be desired and know how much pleasure I was giving men.
Uhh uhhh mmmm ahhh uhh we groaned into each others mouths.
I don't know how long Peter pumped me with his thick meat but it was definitely one of my longer sessions and we were both drenched with sweat when I could feel his impending orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum in you," he howled as I gave him one last lingering kiss to silence him so his sick brother downstairs wouldn't hear us cheating on him in the room where he watched TV. And then I felt it. His cock expanding inside me, drenching my insides with his boy batter. If I had a womb, I knew it was gratefully receiving this gift as my body shook with my own climax, my pussy clenching down on his organ as my juices mixed with his. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.
He collapsed on top of me, a sweaty, satisfied mess. He didn't pull out immediately, enjoying playing with my breasts as we lay there, catching our breaths. I felt his horse cock deflate and finally slip out of me. I clenched my cunt muscles to keep his potent seed inside me for a little bit longer, not wanting to waste it by letting it drip all over their living room floor.
Finally he sat up and looked at me with a naughty smile. "You should come visit more often, Jacks."
Maybe Peter wasn't so bad after all?
TO BE CONTINUED
