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Turned
🕑 Added 2020-03-30 11:16:29 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for varvi.
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What the hell! Paul scrambled back so rapidly he fell down. He was staring in shock at one of his dorm mates. E-Eric? Is that you?
Yeah I think, said Eric, his voice much higher than he was used to it being. His body was also quite softer and smoother, more broad in certain places and more narrow in others. What the hell was in that beer Porter gave us? He tugged at his ill-fitting pajamas, and found himself peeking into a generous fold of cleavage that had never been there before.
Eric was a girl. Like, a girly girl. Maybe even a woman. He had gone to bed fully male and masculine, all hairy, pit-stained, and broad shouldered, only to awake that morning in a womans body. Now he had wide hips, a narrow waste, a plump ass, and two large mounds bulging out on his chest, bobbing gently even at that moment. And in place of his cock and balls was a fold of flesh that made him tremble just thinking about it. It was hard to tell if this was a nightmare of some perverse dream.
The hell, Paul repeated, still looking distinctly terrified.
The others were standing around, staring at Paul in similar states of shock, terror, and awe?
Trippy, said Samuel.
Eyes up, said Eric, futility trying to flatten down his bulging tits. God, they were so full and so soft. This is fucking weird. Hey, stop looking at me like that!
Sorry man, its justyour tits are out of control, said Samuel appreciatively.
Perky, said John, as he gave a creepy little giggle, before catching himself, and abruptly shutting up. I think you need a bra, he added.
A bra? said Eric.
Id say those are at least a DD-cup, said Samuel knowledgeably.
Eric looked around at his dorm mates as though they were insane. The last thing Im worried about is getting a bra. I need to find out what the fuck is going on!
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Of course, an hour later, Eric found himself at a nearby mall, bra-shopping. The whole thing just made his stomach lurch. His breasts were just so jiggly and unruly, and people never stopped staring. His nipples were so uncomfortable when they rubbed against the inside of his shirt, at times he could hardly function.
So getting a bra (or two) seemed the most practical course of action, at least until he figured out what was going on, or awoke from the bizarre dream he had found himself in.
He had never been so self-conscious. Some women were giving him odd looks, but it was probably the masculine sports jersey and basketball shorts he was wearing, his huge tits bobbing on his chest.
The men were giving him rapt attention, tilting their heads, licking their lips. If he didnt know better, hed say they were checking him out. Eric shuffled all the faster, folding his arms over his wiggling fun-bags.
He was flushed and awkward as he grabbed a variety of bras to try on. Once in the fitting room, he wriggled into them one by one.
His first attempts were several modest sizes. It took a few minutes of fumbling before he got it right. Then he would stare in the mirror, mystified by the plump hills protruding so perfectly in the slinky material. It would take a while before he would remember to check the actual fit. Still too tight, Eric thought, looking at the way his flesh bubbled over the bra cups.
He hadnt wanted to believe Samuel, but as it turned out, he really was a full DD. Double-Ds. On Eric. It was all so surreal.
As Eric decided on his final purchases and headed to the register, his stomach lurched again, and he was hit by a wave of nausea. He held his gut, noticing that it was slightly bloated. Eugh, he groaned. Seriously, what the hell was in that beer? Decided that he had to have a serious conversation with Porter, Eric walked on, but was hit with a wave of dizziness, and felt himself, wellswoon. Girlishly, at that!
Miss, are you alright? A pair of hands grabbed onto his shoulders.
Eric wasnt sure. Everything went black.
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The next thing Eric knew, he was lying in a medical gown. He realized it was some time later as he looked around the hospital room he found himself in.
A female doctor was hovering over him, scribbling something in a chart. Oh, youre awake. She smiled.
What happened? Eric groaned. He couldnt help reaching down under the blanket in search of his cock, but it was still absently, in its place, that strange fold. The nightmare continues.
You fainted, miss.
Er was all Eric could say to that. Ahm why? he added.
Congratulations. Youre pregnant.
