(F to Clown, M to Fat-Titted Bunny Boy)

The birds were chirping, the sun was bright, and something was very, very wrong. Chris swallowed, trying to keep his attention on the sidewalk ahead of them, and not to look at his best friend. They were out in public, he didn’t want to make a scene.

But all the same, he couldn’t stop from sending a sidelong glance at Becca. He wasn’t quite sure how to tell her, but her was sure she’d… Missed. With her lipstick. It was like she had a bright red spot on her nose.

And worst of all, she had no idea. Or so he thought.

In reality, Becca wasn’t that obtuse. She was perfectly aware that the tip of her nose was ruby red. She just didn’t see a problem with it.

Perhaps a few moments ago, she might have. But that was then, and this was now. Something had happened to her, a thing that she wouldn’t have understood before and surely wouldn’t grasp after.

So, when Chris finally mustered the courage to tell her, it was far too late.

“Hey, um…” Chris hated how his voice sounded when he was nervous. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Becca?”

“Hm?” She tilted her head, crinkling her nose a little, as though she’d finally noticed what was on it. Somehow, the motion was enough to make the red spot spread, flowing a little more across her nostrils. As far as she was concerned, the look went great with her sleek brown hair.

Chris gawped. There was no way that she didn’t notice, right?

“You know, it’s rude to stare. Unless I like it,” Becca winked, bringing her hand up to her nose. Instead of wiping at it, she squeezed it. And it honked.

As far as Becca was concerned, it was what she’d meant to do. Honking her nose was the perfect way to punctuate a sentence. Plus it made her breasts-no, her boobs feel funnier. Yeah, boobs. That was a great word for them.

While she waited for Chris to reply, Becca rolled her shoulders, letting her girls bounce free.

Of course, Chris didn’t have a reply. How could he? Not only had his friend honked her nose like it was a damn party favor, but she also now sported a pair of jiggly breasts that were bigger than her head. It was almost comical how they threatened to spill from her top with every move she made.

Sensing something was amiss, yet totally missing the problem, Becca honked her nose again. This time it swelled a little, growing wider on her face. “I said, unless I like it. What’s the matter? You feeling funny? Better not, because that’s my job.”

It didn’t really make much sense, she had to admit. She was an actuary, after all. But what was more important was that it felt right.

Chris gulped. He looked around, but nobody else seemed to see anything wrong with her. In fact, a few people chuckled appreciatively as they passed.

“Hey, um… I don’t know what’s going on, but everything’s going to be okay. Okay?” Chris gave her his most confident smile. Which wasn’t very, but it was the thought that counted.

Becca was fairly certain she was good at counting too. After all, she had to account for a little inflation.

As the word passed through her head, her boobs swelled, and her hands did too—all the better to feel them with, of course. Her silky white gloves felt so good on them, she really would never take them off.

“Ever think you’re being a little weird?” Becca chuckled. She reached out with her oversized right hand, tapping him on his nose. “Boop.”

The tap sent a jolt through him like static electricity. Little did he know, something far more dangerous had just passed into his body.

“Becca, I’m being serious here! You’re starting to freak me out.” Chris twitched his nose a little, like a nervous tic. No, wait, it was a nervous tic he’d always had. Right? Or maybe it was just a tic, he did it when he didn’t feel nervous too. Didn’t he?

Becca saw a confused look pass across Chris’s adorable face, and she couldn’t help but smile. Smile wider, that is—she was always smiling. It just came with the territory. “Aww, poor baby. Don’t worry, momma’s here.”

There were many, many things Becca had said to Chris over the course of their friendship together. ‘Momma’ decidedly wasn’t one of them. Chris’s nose twitched as she took a step closer. “H-hey, stop! What if you’re contagious?”

“Well, then that’s a good thing. There’s nothing more infectious than a laugh, right?” Becca poked her cheeks. When her fingers came away, they left a pair of red spots in their place. Then she hugged Chris, tightly.

Despite her slender frame, she was strong, strong enough to squish him against her enormous breasts. They even got bigger, near-engulfing his torso in smothering, heavy, warmth.

“Beccarmmph,” Chris found his face stuffed with tit, and had to pull his head away. His nose twitched a little more, and he had to shake his head to straighten his whiskers. “I can’t breathe!”

He really couldn’t. His chest felt tight. Too tight. He started to panic, darkness creeping across the corners of his vision.

“Well, lemme help with that!”

Becca’s soft lips were a reprieve from whatever had gripped him, even if it was frightening how they were swelling too. She puffed her cheeks out and blew into Chris’s mouth, and just like that he was no longer human.

It was like puffing into a deflated, crinkled glove – except instead of the fingers fwoomphing out, it was his left ear, his right ear, a soft cottontail, and then both of his breasts.

His chest wasn’t as big as Becca’s, but it was large enough to bounce him back and drop him onto his tail. Chris yelped in surprise, hopping to his feet so fast that they burst from his shoes, and rubbed at his sore tail with a blush.

“Becca! You know I hate it when you do that!” He pouted. “Here I am worrying about you, and you’re being all mean!”

Something about what he said tingled at his brain, like he’d made some sort of mistake. But when he tried to think about what it was, he couldn’t quite place it. Oh well, it can’t have been too important.

“Mean? That doesn’t sound quite right… I think ‘silly’ would be a better word, don’t you?” Becca giggled, tapping her friend again on his twitching nose. This time, she held it there.

Chris moaned as his hips bucked involuntarily. He couldn’t help it, whenever she did that, his inner bunny would take over, making him gasp and hump the air and “Eeep eeep eeepeepEEP!”

He pumped his hips like there was an invisible bunnygirl in front of him, even though it made his huge tits flop and slap his face over and over again. His longer ears could hear a few chuckles at what he was doing, and his cheeks burned in an embarrassment that felt weirdly good.

Becca honked her nose in time with his high-pitched moans, blissfully unaware that he was humping himself shorter too. “That’s a good squeaker. Don’t we make such a good pair?” She finally let go of his nose, and Chris slumped onto his side.

He looked up to her, utterly betrayed. His chest jiggled with each strained breast, and his thighs ached. He looked down to see they’d swollen through his shorts. Fur now poked through tears in their seams, and he pouted.

“Speaking of pairs, I really liked these shorts!” Chris looked up, up, up to her, brushing his right ear away from his eyes. When did she get so tall?

“Wow, that’s a real tongue-twister. Or… There really needs to be a better name for lisping, like that. Teeth-turner?”

“Huh?” Chris blinked, licking the backs of his front teeth self-consciously. He didn’t like it when people called attention to them.

“Say that last thing you said, but again. The ‘speaking of pairs’ thing.” The clown-girl swished her hips, airing out the tutu that perfectly showed off her nylon-clad thighs.

“Thpeaking of pairth, I really liked thethe thorthththuth?” Chris blushed as soon as his big bunny ears heard what he was saying. His nose twitched in time with a humiliated wiggle of his tail. “Ith not that notithabull.”’

“Of course it’s not, silly baby,” she giggled and rubbed between his ears.

Chris moaned, shaking his foot. “Becca, stop!”

Of course, she didn’t. She rubbed him even more, her big goofy hands somehow oddly pleasurable. After all, it was a touch that was uniquely hers.

“Becca!” Chris yelped. He giggled too, head bobbling, shaking out his short hair into long, flowing, wavy curls.

The clown-girl blinked, tilting her head. “Who’s Becca?”

Chris gasped to catch his breath, tousling out his hair. “You are!”

“Uh, no. I’m Boinga.” Boinga bounced her heavy chest, bouncing her breasts up and down so that they bumped against her chin and her belly. “Like my big boobs, get it?”

Chris gawped. How could she even think that? “No, you’re-”

Already he could see he wasn’t going to win this argument. He knew it would take some hard proof to show her something was wrong. He’d need something like another witness, or a photo… A photo! He squeaked proudly at how smart he was, reaching into his back pocket – thankfully not torn, despite how offensively huge his ass was – and pulling out his phone.

“Hm? Why do you have a phone?” Boinga bent lower, dropping her boobs onto Chris’s head and giggling as his twitching ears tickled at her nipples.

“Wha? Becauthe I do, why wouldn’t I?”

He shouldn’t have asked.

It took Boinga a second to think of an answer, but she did, it was totally devastating. “Because it’s not like your paws can hold it, duh.”

Chris squeaked as his palms tingled. His brain warred between thinking that he’d always had paws and trying to react to how big they were getting. Too bad for him, the latter sensation was overwhelmed by a new wave of pleasure.

His palms bulged into soft, velvety pads. His fingers inflated their way out of existence. And the phone he was holding fall to the ground with a resounding crack. He squeaked in surprise, bouncing back from it in shock. “Oh no!”

“I hope that wasn’t expensive. Do you know whose it was?” Boinga looked down to the cracked screen.

“No,” Chris twitched his nose, following her gaze. He bumped his paw against the screen, and it sputtered to life in one last desperate gasp.

There was a picture on the home screen, of a brunette standing next to some blonde guy. But neither Boinga nor Chris recognized who they were.

“Oh well. Let’s bounce, before we get yelled at for breaking that.” Boinga tugged at the leash around Chris’s neck, urging her pet forward.

Chris squeaked, squatting down and hopping after her on all fours. Each hop made his fat tits bounce against his face, and he cursed whatever had made him go outside without a hopout bra on. Oh well. At least the looks he was getting were nice…

Wait. Something was wrong, wasn’t it? He looked up at Boinga, sure that he’d just been trying to argue that she was… What? Not a clown? That was as ridiculous a thought as him not being her bunnytoy pet.

He shook his head, a little embarrassed at how weird he was acting, and hopped after his giggly owner.