🌾 Tits & Tales

"I wish I could just lay down on them and forget everything else," Lasse sighed dreamily, fiddling with a stalk of wheat between his teeth. "Imagine how awesome it would be to have a girlfriend like that? I mean, you know, really huge tits!"

Johan giggled softly, peeking at Lasse from under long eyelashes. "You sound like you need to buy yourself a couple of pillows, Lasse."

Lasse laughed brightly at his childhood friend's teasing tone. He never seemed to notice Johan's longing glances, his mind always occupied with fantasies of large-breasted girls.

"Pillows are boring," he said as if he was seriously considering every available option. "They don't compare to real deal!" He paused, probably imagining another pair of giant, bouncing orbs in his mind.

Johan crawled into their tent, trying his best to showcase his soft, boyish butt, hoping Lasse would catch a glimpse of his tight shorts clinging to his slender hips. Alas, Lasse seemed too engrossed in his own thoughts about bosomy goddesses straight out of fairytales to even notice the beauty right beside him.

The long-haired boy finally got back to his muscled friend with a couple of pillows in hand. "Hey Lasse, check out these beauties!" He giggled and quickly shoved both pillows under his shirt, causing Lasse to finally look up in surprise.

Filled with goose feathers, the pillows were surprisingly convincing, and after some adjustments, they started looking pretty darn impressive on Johan's chest. The boy tugged the fabric into a tight knot above his waist, completing the illusion of massive mounds beneath his thin shirt.

"Whoa," Lasse whistled, genuinely impressed by this unexpected sight. He reached out to feel one of the pillows, his eyes widening in wonder. "These are some serious boobs!" He grinned mischievously, poking them like a curious kid. "It's hard to believe they aren't real!"

Johan blushed furiously, struggling to maintain his composure. It was the first time Lasse had ever shown any kind of interest in him beyond being best friends since childhood. His heart pounded rapidly under the mass of fake breasts. What if... what if...

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The dense forest was dark and eerie, filled with rustling leaves and snapping twigs. Even though it wasn't nighttime, Johan felt a shiver run down his spine as he walked deeper into its embrace. He couldn't turn back now; he had come too far for that.

The stories about the witch who lived deep within the twisting woods had always been whispered among the townsfolk, but no one dared to venture so close to her abode. They said she possessed forbidden magic, kidnapping young men who returned forever changed – their bodies altered in ways that defied nature.

But Johan wasn't afraid. Not anymore. Lasse was worth more than all the dangers of this cursed place. He had to succeed at whatever cost.

His footsteps echoed in the silence of the shadows as he continued deeper into the heart of the forest. The trees seemed to loom over him, twisting like circus contortionists, their silhouettes forming grotesque shapes that resembled anything but the long hard wood he was used to seeing in the forest around his home. He didn't dare to think what would happen if one tried to cut them down.

Finally, after hours of circling, stumbling and sweating profusely, Johan caught sight of a faint light flickering in the distance. It seemed half an hour away or maybe even an hour, depending on how many times he stumbled and fell along the way.

He took a deep breath and quickened his pace, his boot immediately getting stuck in another twiste tree root, causing him to fall face first onto something round and hard. After groaning from surprise, he realized it wasn't painful at all. The thing had a soft yet firm texture, but it wasn't a boulder. He looked closer and gasped, realizing it was a large watermelon, just one in a pile of dozens lying next to a large hut covered by overgrown ivy.

"Oh my! Did you hurt yourself?" A female voice called out softly behind him, making him jump on his feet. He turned to see a naked woman with long blond hair and enormous breasts staring at him calmly. She wore a knit green hat and held a large, sharp kitchen knife in her hand.

"I... I didn't mean to," Johan stammered nervously, his eyes running back and forth between those mounds and that knife, big enough to cut a watermelon clean in half. "I got lost, and then-then..."

"Wait, what? I thought you came looking for me?" she said, raising a skeptical eyebrow as she walked towards him, her chest bouncing slightly with each step.

She was incredibly beautiful, barely older than Johan himself. In fact, they had many similarities: long blond hair, slender body, fair skin and full lips. But the huge tits made her look more like his mom than a sister. The thought calmed down the fear creeping inside him somehow.

"Yes! Yes, I did!" Johan confessed, feeling weak in the knees as she stopped right before him, smiling sweetly as her giant breasts almost brushed against his shirt a couple of times. "My name is Johan."

"Well hello there, Johan," she replied warmly, eyeing him up and down from head to toe. "My name is Melonie, witch extraordinaire. Please, come in for a glass of melon juice and tell me all about your troubles."

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Johan stood outside Lasse's door, his heart pounding frantically in his chest. He could barely breathe, so overwhelmed by the changes that had taken place within him over the past few weeks. With each step closer to Lasse's house, his anxiety grew stronger, accompanied by an unexpected sense of anticipation.

He raised his hand hesitantly to knock on the wooden door, then paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and rapping lightly with his knuckles. A few seconds passed, followed by silence. Then the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind the door, making him jump slightly. The latch clicked open, revealing a startled Lasse standing before him.

"Johan?" Lasse stammered, looking at him with wide, confused eyes. "What are you doing here? And what happened to-to...?" He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as his gaze fell upon Johan's new form, which caused his jaw to drop in astonishment.

Johan had never felt so beautiful or confident in his entire life. The swelling beneath his shirt wasn't just impressive; it was downright breathtaking. His breasts were massive, round, and impossibly full, pressing against his thin fabric like two enormous water balloons ready to burst. And this time, it was very obvious that they weren't pillows.

Lasse stared at them in awe, speechless for a long moment before finally finding his voice. "Wow," he whispered, reaching out cautiously to touch one of Johan's mounds, only stopping short when he realized how soft and warm their texture was.

"They feel real," he said softly, a hint of wonder in his tone. "But... but how?"

Johan felt his cheeks flush crimson as he tried to speak, but all that came out was a mumbled, "Magic, I guess."

A mischievous smile spread across Lasse's face, his earlier confusion replaced by an unexpected desire. He leaned closer to Johan, inhaling deeply. "Can I... can I hold them?"

Johan took a step back, chuckling mischievously. "Lasse! Please! We're just friends, aren't we?" He teased playfully, but his eyes held a glint of invitation.

Lasse grinned wickedly, stepping closer again. "Well, then it's time to tighten up our friendship." He wrapped his arms around Johan's waist, pulling his stomach tight against his own. Johan's breasts barely fit within the space between them, pushing into Lasse's muscled chest with every breath he took.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, neither wanting to break away from the other for what seemed like forever. They clung to each other desperately, lost in the moment as they explored this new intimacy between them.

Then suddenly, Lasse pulled back, gasping for air. "Wait," he breathed, his hand tracing Johan's smooth skin beneath his shirt.

"What? What is it?" Johan asked, confused.

"Let's go inside," Lasse urged, grabbing Johan's hand as he led him towards his house. Johan followed through, feeling like he was walking on clouds.

They collapsed onto Lasse's bed, panting heavily. Before either of them could say another word, Lasse rolled Johan over and stared intently at his chest, his fingers pressing lightly upon those mounds once more.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming all this," he whispered, his voice filled with awe as he pulled Johan's shirt up, exposing the full glory of his transformation. The perfect form lay before him, soft and inviting, begging to be touched.

He traced the outline of Johan's nipples, marveling at the delicate wide areoli surrounding them like a warm glow. He had a chance to see some girls naked when he went to the lake and managed to hide himself among the bushes, and he had once seen his own mother sleeping without a bra, but nothing compared to this perfect creation just inches away from his eyes.

His gaze fell lower, moving slowly down to Johan's stomach, still flat and toned like he always was before. Not much changed in that area, but now it looked so good next to such enormous tits.

His hand brushed against Johan's belly, sliding further down to his hips, pulling down his shorts until suddenly...he stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth gaped open in shock as he stared at what he saw.

"Johan..." he breathed out, barely able to make sense of what he was seeing. "You...you have...a cock."

The sudden realization hit him hard, causing his heart to skip a beat or two. He looked back up at Johan's breasts, then traced the lines of his smooth skin all the way down to the firm erection with a couple of smooth balls hanging below it. The sight was completely unexpected, even shocking, but strangely alluring.

Lasse gently ran his fingers along Johan's penis, almost afraid to touch it at first, but eventually losing himself in exploring its fleshy texture. It took a few seconds for him to admit to himself how aroused he felt by the discovery.

He's always been obsessed with boobs, but never really gave much thought to vaginas. In fact, seeing something more familiar down there felt...natural somehow, almost comforting. He couldn't explain why, but it only made him want to go deeper into exploration.

Sensing Lasse's desire, Johan chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It seems I still have some work to do down there," he teased, glancing towards Lasse's eager hands tracing those sensitive areas.

"No you don't," came Lasse's reply, and before Johan could add another word, Lasse's lips were on his cock, sucking tentatively at first, then growing more insistent, stronger, hungrier. A moan escaped Johan's throat as he arched his back instinctively, surrendering to the sensation that spread through him like wildfire.

His entire body trembled under Lasse's passionate attention, each suck leaving him breathless and wanting more. There were no words spoken during this exchange; only the sounds of their breathing, moans of pleasure, and the soft slapping sound of flesh against flesh as they explored new depths together.

Having spent years longing for Lasse's affection, Johan had never truly imagined anything so intense or satisfying. The warmth radiating from his big, full breasts did not feel like something foreign anymore. With every kiss, stroke, and lick from Lasse, it seemed to become a true extension of himself, pulsing in harmony with his own desires.

At first, it was almost a joke born out of desperation, the last resort after all other avenues failed. But now, Johan realized how much he craved to possess something that Lasse desired so intensely. His heart swelled with pride and satisfaction as he felt Lasse's tongue exploring the sensitive skin surrounding his nipples, his hands unable to get enough of the softness beneath them.

He ran his fingers down Lasse's back, marveling at the muscled physique as his best friend's cock moved rhythmically inside him. He felt so alive, so wanted, so complete. It was everything he had ever dreamed of and more, yet it was just the beginning of the more daring part of their journey together.