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I’m slouched on my couch, scrolling through my phone, half-watching some dumb action flick on TV, when the door damn near flies off its hinges. Eric barrels in, panting like he just ran a marathon, his tits heaving under this slutty little sundress that’s riding up his thighs with every gasp. The hem flips up, flashing a peek of his g-string, and I roll my eyes. Dude’s been dressing like a thirsty sorority chick since high school, always whining about his big-ass boobs but never covering ‘em up.

“What the hell, man?” I snap, tossing my phone on the cushion. “What’s the rush? You look like you’re about to pop a lung.”

Eric’s still wheezing, grabbing at his chest, those fat tits spilling out of the dress’s low neckline. “Bro, this is insane! Look at me—I’ve got fucking tits!” He squeezes them, hard, like he’s trying to prove a point, and I just stare, one eyebrow cocked. His nipples are poking through the thin fabric, and I can smell that cheap floral perfume he’s always dousing himself in, mixed with sweaty panic.

“And?” I say, leaning back, arms crossed. “You okay, dude? You’ve had those melons since forever. Remember senior year? You wouldn’t shut up about how they kept getting in the way during gym.” I’m starting to think he’s on something—his eyes are wild, darting around like he’s seeing ghosts.

He groans, frustrated, and yanks up the hem of his dress, flashing a smooth, shaved crotch hugged by a tiny black thong. “Dude, I got a chick’s body! Look—my dick’s gone, man!” His voice is all high-pitched and desperate, and I flinch, throwing my hands up.

“Bro, what the fuck! I don’t wanna see your pussy!” I bark, turning my head away, but not before I catch a whiff of that musky, feminine scent wafting off him. “I ain’t gay, man, keep that shit to yourself!” My cock twitches in my shorts, betraying me a little, and I shift to hide it. Fucking hell, Eric’s always been a tease, but this is next-level.

He huffs, dropping the dress, and pulls this shiny silver gadget from his pocket, waving it like it’s a damn lightsaber. “Fine, how about this? I scanned Ms. Phillips—y’know, my hot neighbor—before I left.” He aims the thing at me, and I laugh, leaning forward.

“Dude, what the fuck is that? Some kinda sex toy?” I’m cracking up, but then a pink flash blinds me, hot and sharp, like someone’s shoved a sparkler in my face. My body tingles, a warm ripple running from my neck down, and I blink, shaking my head.

The couch creaks under me, and I shift, feeling my shorts dig into my thick thighs, my tits bouncing with the move. I look at Eric, who’s staring like I just grew a second head. “So… what the hell was that, a gay flashbang? You trying to blind me now?”

Eric’s jaw drops, and he points, practically vibrating. “Dude, you’re a chick now too! Look—you got Ms. Phillips’ body!”

I glance down, annoyed, and see… me. Same as always. Big, heavy tits straining against the pink lace, a little flab at my waist, thick thighs spilling out of these jean short shorts. My nails are painted red, chipped at the edges, and I can feel the sweat pooling under my boobs, sticking the fabric to my skin. Smells like my usual mix of coconut lotion and a hint of pussy from how tight these shorts are riding up.

“Oh my god,” I say, cupping my tits with a sarcastic sneer, “my boobs… look exactly the way they have since they grew.” I give them a shake for emphasis, feeling my nipples harden against the lace, and smirk at Eric’s defeated slump. “What the fuck you been smoking, man?”

He’s pacing now, muttering, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t get it, bro! This thing—it swaps bodies! I accidentally zapped my sister, then she left, and now you’re—fuck, why does nobody notice?!” He’s almost yelling, and I sigh, standing up. My hips sway naturally, shorts creeping up my ass, and I can feel every jiggle of my curves as I walk over to him.

“Whatever it is, dude, you can talk to me,” I say, pulling him into a hug. Our tits mash together, soft and warm, and my nipples tingle at the contact, sending a little spark straight to my pussy. Fuck, that feels good, but I keep it chill, patting his back. “You’re freaking out over nothing. Just… calm down, alright?”

He pulls back, shaking his head, eyes glassy like he’s about to cry. “You don’t understand, man. It’s not nothing. It’s—” He stops, staring at the gadget in his hand, then at me, and I swear I see his thong get a little wetter through the dress. Dude’s losing it.

I sit back down, crossing my legs, feeling the denim pinch my thighs. My tits are practically spilling out now, one strap fully off my shoulder, and I catch Eric staring before he looks away, red-faced.

“Look,” I say, voice low, “if you’re having some kinda crisis, I’m here. But stop waving that toy around like it’s gonna turn me into a fucking unicorn.” I laugh, but deep down, something’s nagging at me—like a memory I can’t grab, something about Eric not always being… like this. I shake it off, chalking it up to his weird-ass vibe today.