As my eyes drift to the window opposite my own I catch movement. As the figure comes into view I gasp out loud as I see my cousin Tara, her shocked eyes locked to my chest as a tent forms in her jeans.
Her mouth is completely agape, her soft bottom lip quivering ever so slightly as she stares unblinkingly through the window. Her large doe-like eyes, once a bright hazel like her father's, shimmer a deep emerald as tears begin to form in their corners. Long flowing brunette hair dances around her in a frizzy mane, her dirty ill-fitting clothes making it look like she had gone to Nostalg-Co with little effort put into her outfit.
Her top is simply one large gray hoodie over what looks like another darker gray shirt, each of the two items sporting a series of stains from a mixture of food and paint. Thick strands of her hair drape down all the way to her small flat behind, the shape of which is entirely obscured by a pair of dirty jeans that appear several sizes too large. The oversized blue denim looks well worn, with large patches of the material appearing to be practically threadbare. Despite the tent-like nature of her pants I watch in terror as I see something shift inside of them, a bulge rapidly growing larger and larger by the second.
My eyes dart between Tara's own eyes, my chest, and the large tent growing in her pants. I squeal in shock as it hits me just what I was witnessing, my nineteen-year-old cousin getting an erection as she checks out my new assets.
As if on instinct or out of absentmindedness Tara's tiny petite hand slowly drifts down, wrapping her fingers around the massive throbbing bulge in her jeans. The thing looks downright enormous from where I stand, the thick piece of meat hidden behind the denim dwarfing her small delicate fingers as they fumble with the new sensitive organ.
I squeal in shock reaching up to grab my chest in an effort to hide my milky cleavage. Despite my disgust I can't help but grow flushed, my own cock twitching weakly in my dark jeans though failing to properly even begin to grow hard. My heart flutters as she stares at me, a heat overtaking my body as something inside me reacts to the sight of her enjoying the sight of my body.
"It's...Tara..." I pant, my cheeks beginning to grow red as I'm overcome by emotion.
"What?!" shrieks my mother, her hunched form lurching up as she races to the window.
Upon seeing her now athletic-looking aunt racing over the bay window Tara freezes up, her hand still struggling to wrap around the girth of her new sensitive and demanding organ. My mom lets out a loud gasp, her hands flying to her mouth as she spins around to face me.
"Cover...Cover up, now!" she calls out, her eyes glued to my expansive bust.
Looking around me I try to find something less revealing than the top I was wearing, though turning up little that would be much better than the pajamas. Reaching up I try to button up the top, hoping to hide at least some portion of the wobbling flesh trapped within. However, as I try to tug the first button in place I find the material is stretched far too tightly over my chest and only manage to put on an even better show for my cousin turned neighbor.
"Where did you put the..." my mother hisses, looking around frantically. "The uniform...the bra...anything?"
Spinning around to look the other way I quickly bend over, joining her search through the dirty clothes for something modest to wear. I groan and stumble as I lean down, the weight of my chest wracking me with discomfort and the heavy shaking threatening to topple me over.
I begin to throw the clothes around the room all over again, spreading the mess as I search for either the uniform or the cream satin bra in the hopes they'd cover me even marginally better than the pajamas.
As I bend over I find myself rocking my hips from side to side absentmindedly, incidentally giving Tara a good view of my relatively flat man ass. Despite this however I can feel her piercing gaze remain on me, a shiver running down my spine at the sensation of being watched and objectified like this.
As the shiver travels down my spine, racing towards my lower back, I feel a dull buzz begin to overtake my behind. I pained hiss escapes my lips as the soft almost pleasurable buzzing grows into a series of pained electrifying shocks.
Jumping with a start I tumble forwards, landing painfully onto the plush carpet below. I barely manage to break my fall with my arms, my chest quickly following them into the thick green rug that covered floors. My chest aches from the impact, my ass filling with burning pain, and my breath catching in my throat as I lay on the floor with tears pooling in my eyes once again. I can feel something bubbling beneath the surface of my ass cheeks, my mind recoiling as I recognize the sensation as the same one that had torn through my now bountiful chest mere moments ago.
With tears beginning to roll down my cheeks, my jaw clenching as I fight back an urge to scream, I writhing place as my ass slowly begins to become...
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