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“Ha ha, very funny.” said George as he walked through the school cafeteria, brushing the long, brunette hair from his face as he sat down at the table with his group of friends, his enormous breasts resting on the table.

One of his pimple-faced friends pulled the oranges out from under his shirt, still giggling. “You’re right. Mine are nowhere near the size of those humongous hooters!”

Amid their laughs, George felt incredibly embarrassed. He could feel all their eyes pointed towards his deep cleavage. Not a single straight guy had made eye contact with him for the last week. “Stop it, guys. I told you, my mom’s working on a cure.”

“And now everyone knows you’ve been jerking off to last year’s school president, Jordan!” another friend said, making a groping motion with his hands.

A week ago, George found an old family heirloom in the basement that was paired with a piece of paper that said it would show him his fantasy. He’d always had a crush on school honor student and later president Jordan Hannon from the grade above him, so next time he jerked off, he pictured her but with enormous boobs while wearing the pendant around his neck. when the orgasmic bliss settled however, he looked down and saw cum covering a pair of breasts the size of cantaloupes, his cock replaced with a tight slit. Unable to take the pendant off, he knew the women of his family had experience with magic, so he shamefully approached his mother for help. While she searched through hundreds of old tomes for a counter-spell, he was forced to return to school, wearing his older sister’s ill-fitting hand-me-downs that were unable to help hide his generous assets.

“Hey Jordan, your nipples are poking through your shirt again, haha!” somebody cried out.

“I already told you guys, I can’t find a bra big enough for-” looking down to check he accidentally spilled milk all over his chest, dripping into his cleavage and making his strained shirt more transparent, his bare breasts clearly visible. Standing up and trying to hide his modesty, he realized everyone in the room was looking at his boobs. Some were even taking photos. “Stop staring at my tits! Or I’ll... I’ll...”

“Look! Jordan’s titties are leaking milk!” A senior from a nearby table announced, and soon everybody was laughing. Running to the girl’s bathroom in tears, George knew he was Jordan now, and nobody would take him seriously, nothing but a walking, talking pair of tits. Locking himself in an empty bathroom stall he sighed, grabbing his hefty boobs in each hand. I look like such a fucking slut, he though dejectedly, and I’ve been seriously, awkwardly fucking myself with my mom’s dildo every day after school, too. God, maybe I really do deserve this...