Transitory IV (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Wyld.

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The two of them went back to Danny’s place to catch up. Peter had already seen the swollen state of Danny’s breasts, so there was no point in trying to hide them again. Instead, Danny poured them both drinks. He thought he could use one at that moment.

“So what’s going on with you?” Peter asked from where he was seated on the opposite side of the couch.

Danny took a long sip from his rum and coke then lowered his glass with his sigh. “It’s…a long story,” he said wearily.

“I’m listening,” said Peter.

Danny just laughed him off and drank some more. “I’m too sober for this.”

“Ah. I should catch up.”

They exchanged grins while clinking glasses, then just sat there, sipping in silence for a while.

Peter had always been easy to get along with. Danny had never seen him as anything other than a colleague, but with all these new…feelings, lately, Danny couldn’t help looking.

Peter had always been a thin guy, but it seemed like the gym was doing him well. He had bulked up, if just a bit. He was a plain guy, but not unattractive.

“When did this all start?” Peter asked. “I mean…you have to admit, you have changed.”

Danny drew in a deep breath. He might as well open up to someone. “It’s kind of ironic. I was just trying to get in shape.” Danny absently reached into his pocket, withdrew his pill bottle, opened it up, and popped one. It was almost like comfort food or something. In pill form.

Peter’s eyebrows shot up. “What’s that? You sick or something?”

Danny blinked in confusion. He belatedly realized what Peter was referring to; what he had done, so habitually by then. “Oh, no, it’s just a diet supplement,” he laughed. He handed the bottle over to Peter, and as their fingers brushed, Danny felt a surge of discomfort in his chest. “Excuse me.” He got up and walked swiftly into the bathroom.

He still couldn’t figure out what was going on with his body, but his breasts were tingling, and feeling tight again. This time his nipples were really aching, and he could see how distinctly they were bulging against his shirt, swollen considerably to at least double their previous size. Breathing heavily, Danny pulled his shirt up to cool his heated skin. He deeply inhaled, waiting for the discomfort to taper, but it was only getting worse, his breasts heaving, and then his nipples positively stung.

There was a sensation of wetness, and Danny belatedly noticed that his eyes had fallen closed. He opened them, and as he looked at himself in the mirror, his jaw dropped. His nipples…they were leaking.

“Oh fuck.” This wasn’t normal. Not nearly. He watched as droplets of milk pushed out of his nipples, then rolled down the undersides of his large, perky breasts.

His hands were shaking. And for some reason they were moving, gravitating upward, towards his leaking nipples. As he made contact, his breathing shuddered out of his lungs. His knees went weak, and he found himself stumbling back against the bathroom wall. It felt amazing. Better than anything he had ever felt before. Why this, why now? Danny’s hands continued to glide over his evidently engorged breasts, enjoying the pleasure as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment of his own actions.

A knock on the bathroom door snapped him out of his reverie.

“Everything okay in there?” Peter called.

Danny was not sure how long he had been in there. He looked around and grabbed up a tank top on the door hook that he sometimes used a nightshirt. It was only after he had pulled on and started opening the bathroom door, that he realized how awkward the fit was, the thin cotton hugging against his body, as his nipples now leaked against the material, dampening it, and creating growing transparent patches at his chest.

Peter stared when he saw it. He gave a low whistle. “Not bad.”

Danny’s face went hot.

“I mean…it looks good on you,” Peter went on. “Not that I ever really looked at you, but damn, Danny. That’s some rack.”

“I’m just a little out of shape,” said Danny, feeling completely overwhelmed by his state as well as the teasing.

“I think you should go bigger,” Peter suggested.

Danny almost laughed. “Are you drunk already?”

“Maybe we should get water. Lots of fluids. And snacks?” Peter threw another glance at Danny’s pill bottle he was still clutching.

“Kind of defeats the purpose of going to the gym,” Danny said as he led Peter towards the kitchen anyway.

“Touché.”