Jackson wasn't quite sure what he was looking at in the mirror the next morning. His shirt was feeling tight and his chest was hurting, and as he took a look into the bathroom mirror he saw why. His chest had buffed out slightly... no, not just like a chest, like tits. These weren't his usual manboobs, these were big, nearly as big as d-cup knockers. He leaned over, grunted and gave off another destructive fart, this one loud enough to wake the neighbors as his plump ass jiggled. He noticed his body was slightly.. rounder than yesterday, as well.
"I don't get it... how did I get these tits?" he panicked, "Maybe I really should've started exercising earlier...."
Suddenly, the phone rang. He rushed to it and picked it up.
"Hey, honey!" a familiar voice came through, "Did you enjoy those cupcakes?"
"Y...yeah!" Jackson replied, trying to keep his cool. He sat down and ate another cupcake from the batch, as he inspected his new breasts.
"I hope so, honey. I was also wondering if I could stop by, maybe in a week or so?"
Jackson gulped. He figured his mother would freak if she saw him this way.
"Yeah! Sure!" he calmly replied. PHHHHHHHHFRT! A loud fart rang from him, which he couldn't hide from the phone.
"Hmmm, was that what I thought it was...?" Brandy giggled.
"N...no!" Jackson replied, flustered, "I'm busy, I'll talk to you later!"
He quickly hung up and sighed.
"Ugh, what's happening to me? I don't remember beING LIKE THIS befoRE,"
He caught his breath. Suddenly, his low, hanging voice was slightly higher than usual, sounding a bit feminine. Like his own mother!
"Uggh, goTTA CALm myself DOWn...." he said as he bit into another cupcake for comfort.
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Brandy chuckled in her office as she turned off the speaker phone. Erika was there too and heard everything.
"Ha! Sounds like the gas is coming in for him!" Erika chortled.
"Yes, it does seem to be working," Brandy chuckled, "If his breasts have grown by now, I think his voice should be higher-pitched soon, as well as his ass becoming plump and fat to handle his farts. I can't wait to see my young boy mature into a professional woman!"
She farted loudly and relaxed in her chair, as Erika caught a whiff and coughed.
"Do you think he'll ease into this well?"
"Well, I'm not gonna force him," Brandy replied, "It's just that, well, the effects are probably not reversible. So if he turns this down, he'll just be a fat, lazy bimbo for the rest of his life! I think even he wouldn't want that,"
"Good point,"
"Well, guess I'll check in on him in a few days," Brandy said as she got up, "Time to get back to work,"
She walked with Erika out as she farted out a trail behind her.
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