He was totally naked and appeared to be totally oblivious to the two feminine breasts stuck firmly to his chest.
He had BOOBS!
He had grown a pair of breasts. Not the small deposits of fat that men sometimes get when they’re overweight, but a fully formed set of women’s breasts! And in less than four hours!
They looked oddly like her own, complete with nipples that were as large as her fingertips. Lori fought the impulse to scream or to look down at her own breasts to see if they were still there. Her shocked mind barely registered Jim’s voice as he spoke.
“Ah, you finally made it out of bed, I see. Shower’s free if you want to use it,” Jim announced, rubbing his hair vigorously with his towel. His breasts shook in time with the motion of his arms, looking oddly sensuous.
Horrified, Lori glanced down at his groin. She had been afraid that it too had somehow been changed. She sighed in relief, his genitals appeared to be intact.
“Jim, are you ok?” Lori asked, trying to be as casual as possible under the circumstances. She was barely able to control her voice.
“Sure, why shouldn’t I be?” Jim looked a little bewildered, as Lori shook her head, also bewildered. He smiled warmly, tossed the towel on a chair and opened his dresser.
“No reason, just thought I would as,” Lori said, taking a hard look at the figure on her dresser. Maybe it had magical powers after all. That would explain why he had grown the breasts and didn’t seem to think that anything was wrong.
She watched Jim pull a pair of his undershorts on and rummage through the dresser drawer he kept his undershirts in. Whatever it was he was looking for wasn’t there.
“Damn. Say honey, mind if I borrow one of your bras? I can’t seem to find any of my own, they must all be in the wash.”