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In the same time, my hips… God, my hips! They were widening, as if someone was pushing them open from the inside, making everything rounder, fuller. My waist was pulling in, my stomach going flat, skin stretching tighter. I felt my ass… I don’t even want to describe it, but I felt it — so round, firm, heavy… Yeah, yeah, yeah. Heavy, because my legs shifted position. My knees turned slightly inward since my pelvis had grown heavier, thicker.
— Não, não, não! Meu Deus! O que é isso! — I almost screamed, now clearly with a feminine, high-pitched, melodic voice, like my throat had already forgotten who I was just moments ago.
I grabbed my breasts the moment I felt the touch of my new long hair trailing down my back — smelling of coconut, sun, and salt, so soft, gentle, and silky. But I didn’t even notice that then. My hands were tightly gripping these huge things that had suddenly appeared on my chest, and I couldn’t help but scream:
— Meus tetas! Meu Deus, são meus! (My tits! God, they’re mine!) — the cry burst out in a kind of hysterical, almost musical tone, like I was imitating a Latin soap opera — but I wasn’t acting. It was all real. This was really happening to me.
I couldn’t stop. I clung to them like I was trying to make sure they wouldn’t vanish like my shorts had, and at the same time praying that all of this was just some illusion. But no. I felt everything: the warm weight, the stretched fabric of the top, the cool ocean breeze brushing the skin between my breasts, the way my nipples tensed irritably at the slightest movement of my fingers… These were real female breasts. My breasts, my tits, my boobs, goddammit!!!
— São reais! Estão aí! (They’re real! They’re right there!) — I screamed, my eyes darting wildly as my palms instinctively squeezed, feeling the soft, yielding flesh and at the same time experiencing the sensation, like my brain still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
And then I heard it — at first faintly, and then more clearly — but not me, not my voice, other people. Someone laughed. Not loudly, more like a restrained, almost polite chuckle, but distinct. I froze, still clutching my tits. My eyes instinctively widened and snapped toward the sound, and that’s when I saw them. These people — they were all looking at me. Oh fuck. They were LOOKING, like I was just some crazy chick acting weird, and not a single hint of shock in their eyes about my sudden transformation. I saw it very, very clearly.
The guy in the shorts, the one who’d been spinning the ball earlier, stood there with his mouth open, blatantly staring at me. The girl in the white swimsuit squinted, like she was trying to decide whether I was a star or just nuts. Someone with a towel under their arm clearly wanted to ask if I was okay, but just stood there, hesitating.