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Jake slept poorly, waking repetitively during the night, to toss and turn and adjust his pillow. His skin felt hot and sweaty, even tingling at times. He was plagued with the most erotic of dreams. By morning, Jake was gazing wearily at his ceiling, feeling breathless and un-rested.

It took a while before he found the will to sit up. And that took more effort than he was accustomed to. Jake frowned down at the fat round jugs stretching out his tank top. His problems only seemed to be getting worse by the day.

Jake stood with a groan, arching his sore back, pushing his large breasts even farther outward as his shirt dragged against him until both his nipples were uncomfortably erect. His face flushed, Jake padded to the kitchen, his mounds jiggling with his movements. He felt thirsty and was suddenly overcome by a potent desire for milk, but he dragged himself to the sink. He filled a glass with water, and chugged it, then he drank two more cups, before wiping his face on his arm.

Jake absently scratched his ass, then paused, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. It was only then that he became aware of how tight his boxers were on him that day. They might have gotten progressively tighter over the past week or so, but Jake could hardly pay attention, not when his tits were inflating.

His hand tentatively explored his backside a bit more. It was undeniably softer. He went into the bathroom and studied his reflection in the mirror. He turned to his side, his eyes widening.

It seemed that his thighs had thickened, his hips had rounded, and his ass had gotten alarmingly plump and feminine. Even when Jake studied his face, he could not deny that it looked softer. He couldn’t recall the last time he had shaved, yet there was no stubble or even a shadow. As far as he could tell, his facial hair had disappeared entirely.

Jake tore his eyes away from the mirror, not wanting to look at himself anymore. He changed into some sweatpants and a T-shirt, but the pants hugged his expanding hips and ass, while the T-shirt looked shrunken as it strained over his immense chest, leaving his surprisingly smooth midriff exposed.

Jake spent the day online researching what he could on his condition. During the afternoon, he was surprised to get a call regarding a job interview. Jake hurriedly accepted.

He found himself consistently going to the kitchen to guzzle down more fluids or stuff food into his mouth. The tap water and peanut butter sandwiches weren’t cutting it, but Jake did his best not to linger in the kitchen for too long.

His clothing felt like it was only getting more uncomfortable by the moment. In the evening, Jake got another phone call.

“Yeah?” he managed as he absently rubbed the side of his right breast, which felt hot and heavy, his nipples swollen and aching. The mounds were heaving with Jake’s deep breaths. His T-shirt seemed more like a belly-shirt by then, the material constantly sliding up to expose more skin.

Jake distractedly tugged at the shirt for the umpteenth time as he lightly shook himself out of his reverie. “What?” He seemed to have missed what his friend had said.

“Come over,” said Mike playfully.

Jake raised his eyebrows. “I was just over last night.” He put the call on speaker as he set the phone on the coffee table. He was actually thinking about taking a short walk now that night had fallen. Jake felt overheated and could do to burn some calories. He grabbed his hoodie off the back of the couch and pulled it around his shoulders.

“Last night was a good time,” Mike agreed with a carnal edge to his voice. “You were real good.”

Jake paused midway through trying to drag his zipper up over the honeydews protruding from his chest. His body shivered as he suffered flashing images. Flushed, sweaty, naked bodies. Another man’s hot breath tickling his nape. “W-what?” Jake stammered breathlessly.

“It was amazing,” Mike went on. “I have no clue what got into you – or how the fuck you sprouted those things. You were an animal. Didn’t think you could handle all three of us, but you had no issues, did ya, Tit-boi?”

Flashing images of Mike, Tim, and Patrick. Their hands touching, squeezing him… “Oh god,” Jake whimpered, heat pooling in his loins. His breasts seemed to throb, his zipper pushing downwards.

“… would love an encore…” Mike was saying.

Jake quickly hung up the phone.

He had thought they were just dreams. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He was rock-hard, simultaneously aroused and disgusted as his hands cupped his breasts, pushing them together. She groaned as they tightened, getting fuller and rounder. He couldn’t believe he had — “Mmmmgghhh…” Jake moaned, his sweatpants seeming to shrink against him.

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He needed air. He found himself walking aimlessly, clutching a jacket that couldn’t hope to contain him. His breasts bobbed in rhythm with his stride. It was late at night, but there were still some people about. They stared whenever the street lamps caught Jake’s figure. His ass felt warm; felt as though it was pulsing. He didn’t even notice that he had wandered into a bad neighborhood.

There was a wolf whistle. Jake’s eyes registered some guy calling to him through a car window. Jake’s nipples ached and distended, his face reddening as he averted his gaze and kept walking. But in his haste he bumped into someone else.

“Sorry miss,” the guy said while indulgently feeling Jake up under the guise of keeping him balanced.

Jake moaned.

“Jesus fuck. ‘the hell have you been eating?” said the guy is he took in Jake’s fat tits, which must have been the size of volleyballs by then. The shirt could hardly even cover them anymore, the bottom of Jake’s tits pushing out under the hem, while his cleavage heaved against the V-neckline. He might as well have been wearing a bandeau by then.

His sweatpants had tightened as well, shoved low on his hips by his growing ass, even revealing an inch of his crack.

Finally, the stranger noticed the prominent bulge of Jake’s gender.

“’the fuck?” said the guy, stumbling back.

Groaning and sweating, Jake clutched his tits and staggered off.

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