Daniel woke up around 9 'o clock the next morning. He was surprised he woke up so early but considering his boring work yesterday it was no wonder. He fell asleep at least two times yesterday while wathcing the lights.
He slowly sat up and yawned but then stopped suddenly. There was a strange weight on his chest. He looked down as fast as possible and his vision was blocked by two big orbs.
"What the...?!", he gasped and grabbed both of them with his hands. He moved them up and down in disbelieve. "They're... They're... Breasts?!", he thought and quickly grabbed his crotch.
He sighed in relief. That stayed. But why were there breasts on his chest? How could this happen? Daniel massaged them slightly and waves of pleasure rushed through his body.
"Fuck!", he cursed and moved his hands as far away as possible from his new found breasts. He sat there looking at the two orbs on his chest for at least half an hour.
Many thoughts rushed through Daniel's head. "How is this possible? What caused this? How am I going to revert it?" to name a few.
Suddenly the door cracked open and his mother entered his room without asking for his permission first. "I see, you're still in bed although you should be looking for a job!", she nagged.
Daniel looked over to her. "I told you I found a job...", he said and his jaw dropped down. His mother looked like normal but lacked her breasts. Suddenly Daniel knew who's breasts he had on his chest and why they were so sagging.
His mother rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. This professor Hampton.". "Harthorn!", he corrected her and was still astonished that she did not notice that he had her breasts on his chest.
"Whatever.", she said and turned around. "You're going to pay rent starting next month. If not I'll throw you out.".
Daniel sighed as she left. "How can a mother be so horrible?", he thought and got out of the bed. "At least I have a job now.".
As he got out of the bed his boobs jiggled uncomfortably. "Great, what do I do about them?", he asked himself. "I've got to find out how to get rid of them... But how? Maybe I should just carry through my day... Maybe they disappear tomorrow... Or I should ask the professor.".
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