Big Boob Problems

"Girls have it so easy" you say to your best friend, Jason, who was sitting besides you at a booth in a bar. "They just have to wiggle their tits and boom! Free drinks all night! Then if they want to get laid they can bat their pretty little eyelashes at any guys and bring them home!"

You couldn't help but rant. It had been weeks now that two of you went out every other night, in hopes of getting lucky. Evey night ended in deception, with multiple rejections added to your roster. It was getting frustrating. The worst part was that the two of you weren't even bad looking, you even had your fair number of lucky breaks, but this dry spell was really getting to you.

"You think us girls have it that easy?" You hear behind you, voice coming from an adjacent booth. "You really have no idea of all the pain we go through daily, which far outweigh these little advantages you listed."

You turn around and see a petite woman wearing a black dress. She seemed annoyed at you, having overheard your little complaining session. She got up from your booth and walked over to where you were sitting.

"Sorry miss, he didn't mean anything by it." Jason replies, trying to defend you. "We are simply not having a great night with the ladies you see."

But you wouldn't have any of it. The last few weeks had you really pent up and frustrated, and this was the last drop. And so you retorted.

"No I meant it. And you think us guys have it any better? Our lives are just as rough as yours, and on top of that we we can't get laid whenever we want to, like you girls. A little cleavage, wiggle your ass a bit and you pretty much get whatever you want!"

Now she seemed angry. Really angry.

"If you think we have so much easier, why don't you try being an Overly Busty and Petite Girl."

As she said the words, a cold shiver ran through your back, from the top of your neck down to your lower back. She then turned to Jason eyeing him up and down.

"You seem like a nice enough guy, who knows how to hold his tongue. I think you should have a small reward. You are now Her Affectionate Boyfriend, who Absolutely Loves her Huge Tits more than Anything. Now you shouldn't have any more issues getting laid as much as you want." She turned back to you. "Good luck with your new life, jerk"

And with that she turned around and left, leaving a stunned perplexed expression on both your faces.

"That was weird." Jason exlaims after a few moments.

"Weird?" You reply. "She was batshit crazy you mean! Did you hear that stuff about me being a girl? What a lunatic."

"Yeah but you feel a shiver when she spoke to you? Something feels... Off"

"Must have been the AC starting up. Come on let's go. It's getting late anyways, and all the hot girls are already gone with some jacked up douches, most likely."

"Yeah alright..."

And so you got up and left. The bar was just a few blocks away from the apartment you shared with Jason, so you were walking. You guys had drunk too much to take the car anyway. As you were walking, you started to feel a little woozy.

"Man I must have drunk more than I thought, I am getting light headed here. And my chest feels sore."

"Yeah I feel strange too. You don't think this has anything to do with what that girl said, do you?"

"Hell no, probably just a bad batch of booze, nothing a good night's sleep won't fix." You reply, a little unconvincing. The feeling of dizziness had spread, making you feel wobbly. You reached for your head, passing your hand through your hair. Wait, did it seem longer? Yes it definitely was! And you actually felt it growing longer and longer past your fingers!

"Dude! What's up with your hair?" Jason exclaims, pointing at your head.

"I don't know man, I really don't feel good." You answer gripping your head with both your hands. As your hair kept growing, you felt an odd pressure all over your face, as if your features were shifting. The changes that seemed to be overtaking you travelled down, making your shoulders narrow in on themselves, giving you a much smaller frame.

"You're transforming! Your face, your hair! You are starting to  like... A girl..." 

You grumbled in response, a bloated sensation coming from your chest. Your shirt started rising up, at an alarmingly fast rate. Your sleeves pulled in as your arms slimmed down, losing all muscle tone, leaving you into what seemed to be a feminine tank top. Cleavage on the tank top was getting deeper and deeper, as your new breasts kept filling in.

"You have boobs now! What did the girl say, something about being very busty, and petite... I think what she was saying is coming true!"

You couldn't focus on what he was saying right now, as your waist contracted inwards. At the same time, the wave of changes had reached down your arms to your hands, with them becoming dainty and feminine, with long painted fingernails. Your breasts still wouldn't stop growing, to an almost obscene size, barely contained by your new bra.

"Oh god your tits are so big now! Are you alright babe?"

Babe? Why was your boyfriend calling you babe? Wait, boyfriend? No this was Jason! Your best bud from highschool, not your cute boyfriend who you loved very much. You head swam with memories of you kissing him, you fucking him while your huge tits flopped around. It was all wrong, so wrong! But you loved him so much, he was so good to you, massaging you back when you were sore from carrying these two monstrous globes on your chest.

"Honey I don't feel good." You say, in your new sing-song girly voice. "My tits are straining against my bra, the straps are digging in my back... These are getting too small now... Again..."

Thoughts of how often you had to switch bras came flooding in, with the back problems that came with them. God these tits were such a hassle! Wait you are a guy! You never had tits! Where do these memories keep coming from? Just as you were trying to regain your focus, you felt your ass blowing out behind you and your hips flaring out, giving you a nice rounded bubble butt. Your boxers reformed in a very tight thong, which slipped between your ass cheeks, all while pressing against your dick, making it shrink very quickly. Soon you had no more bulge in front of your pants, only the cleft of your pussy, showing through your jeans.

"I really am a girl now." You say cupping your new genitals with your hands feeling at it through your jeans. Not that you could see there, with the huge tits barring your view. "What am I going to do? I don't want to live like this! My boobs are so heavy it's unbearable!"

"Calm down babe, we'll figure some way out of this." And with that he took you in his arms in a reassuring manner. He had a gift for calming you down, making you feel safe and secure in his big strong arms. He was so hot... You couldn't wait to go home and rip his clothes off and take him right there in the living room. Wait what was wrong with you? You wanted to score some pussy, not suck your boyfriend's dick while fondling your tits for his viewing pleasure... With that thought your thighs thickened, legs shortening at the same time.

"Let's go home for now." You reply. "All these changes have drained me, I feel so tired."

Jason nodded, taking your arm and walking by your side. With that the final change rolled in, leaving you with tiny feet and girly sneakers. You walked with a natural sway of your hips, your ass wiggling behind you. Out in front your breasts were swinging wildly, barely contained by your too small bra. Even walking was a pain, and you could barely manage, even while leaning on your boyfriend's arm for support. The weight of your two globes pulling you down in front, straining your back, while the swinging offset your balance.

It took much longer than usual to get home, with your new assets slowing you down. As you got home you noticed that there was mail, which Jason grabbed before heading in. The insides of the apartment were now different, but still similar. All your stuff was there, but there were also girl clothes littered around, which were obviously yours. Your room was replaced by a study with a computer, and Jason's room now sported a much larger bed, for the both of you, you realized.

"What's the letter about?" You ask Jason, sitting down on a chair to take some weight off your poor feet. He looked it over, then opened it. A look of mixed feelings appeared on his face.

"It's from the insurance company... Your request for breast reduction surgery has been rejected. They say the expense is unjustified. Babe I am so sorry, I know you were looking forward to this, to ease your life a bit."

You felt despair wash over you. You have had these breasts for only a few minutes and they were already such a pain in your back, literally. Feelings came rushing in and you couldn't help but start crying.

"Oh my sweet little girl." You hear Jason say dropping the letter and embracing you in his arms. "I know we don't have the money for the surgery now, but maybe eventually. And besides, you know how much I love these huge melons of yours. I think I know just the thing to make you feel better."

He bent down, raised your chin up and kissed you passionately. He grabbed you by the arms and raised you off the chair. In your vulnerable state of mind you couldn't help kissing him back, only feeling love for this boy who was your best friend just moments ago. He raised your arms and removed your top, before unclasping your bra. Relief flooded through you, as your breasts were liberated from their prison, painful red marks highlighting where the straps had dug into your flesh. It was once again time to switch to a bigger size. Would they ever stop growing? But your thoughts were interrupted as your boyfriend started kissing your breasts sensually, making shivers run down your spine, spreading goosebumps all over your arms. You felt your pussy grow moist with desire, and you whispered to him.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom? I think I have a reward in mind for my loving and tender boyfriend."

And so you let him titty fuck you. He loved that so much, with you licking his dick whenever it peaked out from your valley of a cleavage. Then you fucked, relieving the tension of the last few minutes. God his dick felt so good in your pussy! But this was so wrong, you were a guy getting fucked by his best friend. You simply couldn't help it, you had to be his loyal and submissive girlfriend, just like the girl said you were. You should really try to find her and apologize, try and get her to change you back.

But for now you were too tired, you just wanted to fall asleep in your boyfriend's arms. Maybe tomorrow you would go looking for her. And hey, at least you were partially right, because you did get laid, and wouldn't have if you were still a boy. With that thought, the new you closed her eyes and fell asleep next to her boyfriend, who was already snoring.