****** Unexplained by Andrew Coran ******
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Unexplained

Warning: This is a work of fiction (obviously). Men do not just grow breasts,
and if they did they likely wouldn't get it on with big-titted beauties.
Therefore any resemblance to people living or dead is in your imagination. Go
drink another sixer. Oh, by the way, sexual content, yadda yadda yadda...

My head was aching when I woke up. I was so confused. I remembered looking out
the window the night before. I remembered watching that star twinkle and shine.
I remembered feeling a sense of amazement as I thought about life, about love,
about sex, food, death and everything else and it all seemed to make sense for
the first time. Then I remembered wishing for something... something... that I
couldn't remember. It slipped away like so many grains of sand.

I walked into the bathroom of my apartment, still in a haze. I took off my
clothes, thinking that they felt strange; binding and loose at the same time. I
couldn't understand it, but I'm not surprised that I couldn't wrap my head
around it. I still felt like I'd dropped a few dozen codeine pills.

I noticed in the shower, though.

When the water hit my hair, I ran my hands through it. That was my first
surprise. I keep my hair cut short, I suppose trying to look like one of those
"guy groups". I never had the build to look like a Backstreet Boy, though.
However, now something was very different. My hair just kept going and going. I
didn't end. It was long, and now that I began to clear up I could feel it
brushing against my ass cheeks. I spun around and got my second surprise.

The stream of water hit me square in the face, and ran down my neck, over my
chest and in between my breasts. Breasts! That's right, all of a sudden I had
breasts. I grabbed them. They were real. They hung off of my chest. I can still
barely believe it. All this time later and still doesn't seem real...

I screamed. The scream was somewhere between a manly howl and a ladylike wail.
I slammed by body against the shower doors, desperate to escape. From the
shower? From myself? From whatever had happened to me? I don't know. All I know
is that I wanted away so badly that the shower doors gave way against my
assault and dropped to the floor. I landed on top of them. Hard.

I had never felt so much pain in my entire life. I don't think another living
creature ever has. My new breasts slammed into the doors and mashed against my
rib cage. I though my lungs were going to explode. Then my cock crunched down
against the metal corner of the shower door. I felt that all too familiar
lightening bolt start running up my body. It shot into my brain with the force
of a rocket. Any breath I had exploded out of me, followed by a fountain of
vomit as my stomach clenched and roiled. It took me minutes to regain my breath
and control of my body. Those were the longest minutes of my life. They lasted
years in my mind. When I could stand again, I stood up and stumbled to my bed.

I crashed.

When I woke up, I could think rationally. I didn't know what or how it had
happened but somehow my body had changed. I had to know exactly what had
changed. I walked fearfully towards the bathroom, unsure of what I'd see. I
procrastinated, shoving the doors out of the way. This only reminded me of what
ad happened as my arms brushed against the sides of the things on my chest. I
had to look.

I was still naked, and I could see everything immediately. My body hair had
diminished amazingly, and was now no more dense than, well, the average
woman's. I was still tall, my original 6' 2'' having been reduced to only about
6', but my frame was vastly different. I had always been large. My skeleton had
been large and the body upon it had been just as big. I'd always been slightly
overweight, despite years of martial arts and jogging. Consequently, I'd always
had some flesh hanging off my chest. Nothing like now, though. My frame was
more delicate, if the frame of a female body builder can be called delicate. My
muscle tone wasn't anything like a body builder, though. I could see the slight
definition of my muscles under my skin, looking for all the world like a
magazine model. But no magazine model had breasts like these. Well, maybe porno
magazine models, but their bodies weren't as tight as mine.

But back to my breasts. They were huge, but not implant huge. They hung
slightly, giving me quite and attractive amount of cleavage. The nipples were
on the large side, but perfectly defined, and rock hard from the cold air
against my naked skin. Okay, maybe they weren't all that large, not so people
would gape as I walked down the street, but they were at least a large C, and
going from normal male to big breasted female sure made them look titanic.

I wasn't entirely a big-breasted female though. My cock still hung down between
my legs, right where it had always been. I looked so incongruent, I couldn't
believe it was me. I had to reach down and grab a hold of it just to make sure
that it was part of me. I felt my hand close around it's limp form and knew it
was me. I forced myself to look up and see if any of my old masculinity
remained. I could see hints of myself in my new face. My jaw was slightly
stronger than is normal on a woman. Further down, my shoulders and hips were
still in nearly male proportions. Here and there I could see me. All over I
could see someone else.

I heard the furnace come on. The furnace always came on about six in the
afternoon as the air turned cold when the sun set, despite the fact that it was
nearing the end of March. The air that blew out of the vent on the floor below
me blew up and over my body. I felt it stimulate my prick and then travel up
over my new body and caress my nips. I felt my body temperature rise. My body
was responding in ways that I'd never felt before. Did women feel this every
time the wind blew? Oh, God, it felt good. I reached down and grabbed my
hardening cock. I pulled on it quickly until it was rock hard. Then, on pure
instinct, my other hand grabbed at my chest. I started moaning as I threw my
head back. My hair brushed my back and ass, lush and dark. I felt as if
electrical shocks were flying through my skin wherever my hands, or anything
else, touched me. I felt a wave crash over me. I fell to my knees. The cold
tiles against my legs and ass brought me back to reality. What was I doing? I
needed help. I ran to the phone. I called my friend Natalie.

Natalie and I had known each other since we were ten. We were friends all the
way through highschool and now we were both in second year of university
together. She knew me, my thought and feelings. She'd see through my body. I
hoped.

"Hullo?"

"Hi, Natalie?"

"Who is this?" she asked. I forgot that my voice sounded higher, more like a
woman's. I concentrated, and my voice took on a semblance of normality.

"Nat, it's me. Andrew. Uhm... I've got a bit of a problem. I need to talk to
you."

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need me to come over?" Her voice was
sounding slightly panicked.

"Uh... it's hard to explain. I do want you to come over, but can you promise me
that you'll be open minded?"

"Andrew, what's wrong?"

"You'll understand when you get here. Bye." I hung up the phone as I realized
that I had only about ten minutes to find something to wear. My hips and waist
had only changed size slightly, the lover handles and pot belly having
disappeared and the entire deal becoming slightly more girlish. My pants should
have fit, and I was delighted to find they did. I didn't look like a super
model, but they stayed on. For a shirt, I chose a baggy old sweatshirt of mine.
It almost drove me insane, though. The inside of the shirt kept rubbing against
my nipples, which had become a hundred times more sensitive than they had ever
been while I was a man, and beyond that the shirt was rubbing against my
breasts and stomach which were also incredibly sensitive. I felt my cock
starting to harden again, when a knock at the door came.

"Andrew, are you in there? It's me, Natalie," came her call through the door. I
ran over and opened it without thinking.

"Who are you?" she asked, eyeing me up and down.

"Come in, I'll explain," I said gesturing inside.

Natalie walked inside warily, and gingerly sat down in my big arm chair. She
looked up at me, examining me, and I examined her in return. I'll admit that
I'd always found her attractive. She was on the plump side, being about 165 lbs
and only about 5'7''. However, her chest was enormous. When she was taking
notes at lectures, her E cup tits always rested on her binder. When she got to
the bottom of the page and moved the binder up, her breasts would drop down and
jiggle in an amusingly arousing way. Her ass and legs weren't sculpted, but
they had a good muscle tone from the time that she spent at the gym. She'd
always been sensitive about her size, but with her blonde hair, heart shaped
face, and incredible tits no man would look the other way. I imagined myself
pressing up against her, letting my new tits be engulfed by her massive
boobs...

I got control of myself and realized that I had to fight the strange urges my
new body was imposing upon me. I sat down across from her. I concentrated on
sounding normal.

"Nat, this is going to be hard to believe..."

I told her the whole story. Everything. She started by looking on in disbelief,
but something in my voice must have sounded sincere. Her face changed to show
astonishment followed by near amusement (as I told her how I grabbed myself in
the bathroom) and finally thoughtfulness as I finished by saying, "So, what
should I do?"

"You have no clue how this happened?" she asked.

"None. I've never been the most masculine guy. If you've got to know, my penis
was always on the small side at only five inches or so. Being a little heavy
side I've even had those 'man breasts' for most of my life. But it was nothing
like this. I had facial hair for Christ sake! I had a mans legs, a mans hands,
a mans body..." I could feel myself getting hysterical. I just couldn't hold it
in anymore. I jumped up and started walking in circles, not knowing which way
to go.

Natalie leaped from her chair and grabbed me by the arms. She looked me right
in the eye and shouted, "Snap out of it! This isn't the end of the world! But
we'll get nowhere if you get crazy like this!"

I knew she was right. I came to my senses but my strength fled. I fell against
her, letting her cradle me. We sank to our knees on the floor, holding onto
each other tightly, my face against the tops of her enormous chest. My tears
were soaked up by the simple blue t-shirt she wore. When my eyes started to
clear, though, my mind couldn't comprehend what it was seeing.

On a normal girl, the shirt would have come right to her neck. On Natalie the
neckline was stretched to the limits, with her ample cleavage being very
obvious beneath it. I could see right down her shirt, could see the white bra
beneath, could feel a stirring in my loins.

With my head on her chest, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I'll defend that
to my dying day. No man with his head on Natalie's chest could help but feel
like he was on fire. Even a man with breasts and an ass like mine.

I brushed my lips against her collarbone. Lightly at first, and I don't think
she even noticed. Then I became more insistent. She realized what was going on
as my tongue snaked out and touched her skin. She tasted like lavender. "Stop
it," she mumbled, but she didn't loosen her hold. I decided to be bolder.

My left hand snaked up her back and pressed her neck towards my mouth. I licked
up and down her neck, savoring the taste. My right hand had made its way down
to her ass and started massaging her large cheeks. Her hands started clenching
and unclenching on my back, causing the shirt to rub against my breasts. I
thought I would loose my mind.

Suddenly, she pushed away. "This is wrong," she said as she looked into my
eyes. Suddenly she was taking off her shirt and tossing it on the floor. She
quickly yanked of my shirt, with my surprised help. Our pants followed.
Suddenly she dove on top of me; her weight, now equal to mine, driving me to
the carpet. "This is much better," she purred into my ear. Her tits pressed
against mine, swallowing them. Our nipples, hard as rocks, rubbed against each
other, driving us into a frenzy. I grabbed her by her hair and kissed her, our
tongues darting into each other's mouths, licking and sucking. Her hands were
traveling all over my body, scratching and caressing me in ways that I had
never been touched. In ways that only a woman can be touched. She ran her
fingers over my tits, almost buried under hers. She ran them down my sides and
down my legs.

I was wearing no underwear, and if she wasn't as well my cock would likely have
found its way inside her. She could feel what was left of my maleness pressing
against her. She began slowly rubbing the cotton crotch of her panties against
my modest member. I moaned into her mouth. Suddenly she disappeared, and then
her head was between my legs. Her mouth sucked in my cock and I thought I would
die.

Her tongue raced up and down the underside of my prick, while her lips teased
the crown only to plunge the length of the shaft and leave me feeling
lightheaded. Her fingers tickled my balls and stroked my legs. Her other hand
teased my left nipple. I had never felt anything like this. It was like Heaven.

Without warning she jumped up and stood over my face. "Take of these damn
undies, Babe," she cooed from above. I couldn't see her face as her breasts
blocked the view but I imagine it looked much like mine. I reached up, grabbed
the waist band and yanked hard. They tore as they came off. We didn't care. She
fell to her knees and my face was buried in her pussy. I had wanted this for a
long time. My cock was throbbing as I licked her fat cunt and sucked on her
clit. She began shaking and moaning. When I looked up she was kneading her
breasts and tugging at her pink nipples. I thought I would cry, she looked so
hot.

"I want to be fucked, Babe, and I think you do too," she whispered in my ear as
she lay on top of me again. Only this time she was pushing my legs up against
my chest like I had done many times with the few women I'd slept with. My prick
stuck almost obscenely up in the air, a beacon proclaiming my arousal. She
placed her legs on either side of me, sitting just above my hips, my legs
flanking her and wrapping up and over her shoulders. She slowly sat back and my
engorged dick slid inside her soaking pussy. She started rocking back and
forth, and I could feel the muscles of her cunt slowly tighten and relax,
stroking my dick like a hand and at the same time sucking it like a mouth. I'd
never had a fuck like this before. Just when I thought it couldn't get any
better, she untangled herself from my legs and leaned down to suck my right
breast into her mouth. My whole body ignited like a wildfire, and I felt,
literally felt, something snap in my mind.

There snap in my mind sparked something in my body. My breasts started to feel
heavier, full, and then suddenly they began expanding outwards. My hips filled
out, spreading out beneath me, as my body was levered off the floor by the
filling out of my ass. My face even rearranged, softening, becoming less bluff
and as I later discovered, more beautiful. The two biggest changes though, were
my breasts which Natalie stared at wide eyed as they grew to match the immense
size of her monster globes, and my cock. The amazing feeling of my expanding
tits being sucked on, while this chubby goddess rode my cock with her magic
contracting cunt sent me spinning into an orgasm like none I'd ever had. But
every time the muscles in my prick contracted, they grew to past their previous
size with each expansion. My cock was growing and Natalie could feel it. Soon
the head was pressing into her g-spot while cum spurted all over her insides.
She screamed as she came, drenching me in her juices. Finally, my growth
subsided and Natalie stood to remove my cock from her pussy.

"My God..." she gasped taking in my enormous E cup tits and fat, ten-inch cock.

"Are you okay?" I said, reaching for her.

"I am now," she replied. "That was the most incredible feeling I've ever had.
And unless I miss my guess you seem to have come to grips with your new body."
I blushed, knowing she was right. "As I see it, there's only one problem left
to solve," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"We're both going to have to get used to people thinking we're lesbians!" she
laughed.

I smiled, knowing that our life together was just beginning.

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