Unmuted cont. (Patreon)

This is just me droning on a bit after the story ended. :)

He leaned back in the chair and touched his nipple again. It was like it was hard-wired to his dick. Fuck that felt good. He could feel his dick straining the fabric of his underwear. His phone chimed it was time to log on to the next session on the computer. He completely ignored it and started to feel the breast, tracing out from the nipple to the side. Not the ecstatic feeling as from the nipple, but way more sensitive than a minute ago. He poked it. It was softer than he expected, softer than he'd hoped for. He tapped it a few more times and it started to jiggle. It again felt amazing, and he hated it. Hated them. Hated that they felt so good. He closed his eyes and started to massage both nipples.

Somehow nothing came into focus. He tried to think about Hannah, but his thoughts instantly went to that image of the screen illuminating her breasts, and then his own breasts and a wave of bliss. He wanted to grab hold of his dick, but he didn't want to stop massaging his nipples. He was stuck in a loop for who knows how long, thinking of something only to drift into boob thoughts and more pleasure.

He jerked into consciousness, looking around confused for a few seconds. The computer, the screen, the massive pecs. It hadn't been a dream after all. He looked at the computer clock. Almost three hours had passed him by. While he still felt incredibly horny, he didn't have a raging erection anymore, though not completely soft either. He stood up, determined to not repeat what he had just done for another three hours, and walked into the bathroom.

Holy shit, he thought, and almost touched his pecs again as he saw himself in the mirror. With a bit more focus he looked at them in the mirror. Nothing about them looked unnatural, except the size. But then he didn't expect to see any surgical marks, they did after all appear in an instant, but there wasn't anything else either. No spooky tattoos or magical lines he could see. He poked one again, and saw it jiggle. He made a few jumps. Shit. He would almost need a sports bra at the gym. At least some really hugging compression shirts.

But that was a later concern, perhaps something he could avoid if he could get this reverted back. He needed to call Hannah. No matter if this was her doing or not, that's the only cause of action he could think of. But he didn't have her phone number, so he would have to make a video call, which meant he needed to put something on to cover himself. Shirts were out of the question. Just to see how very much so he picked one out and tried to put it on. He could pinch the fabric together beneath his pecs, but buttoning the shirt all the way up would be ludicrous. He skipped everything else and went straight for his largest hoodie.

If he stood still it only looked like he wore roomy clothes, but as soon as he moved it was obvious there were some more mass beneath it. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. And he didn't have to move about while on a video call anyway.

He was almost about to cancel the call when Hannah answered. She had perhaps not even been at the computer when he called.
"Hi Micah. You're in Cooper's class, right?"
He felt his heart sink a little.
"Yeah, we were on together earlier today."
"Cool. What's up."
"I just wanted to... eh... tell you that during that class you leaned forward into the camera."
"What do you mean I... oh. Oh! That comment was about me?!"
Her face turned red.
"Yeah, I'm afraid so. Sorry."
"Well, not your fault. Thanks for letting me know. I wonder who that fucking creep was."
"Yeah... No, idea."
There are a few seconds of dead time between them.
"Well, thanks again. Bye."
"Bye."