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The soft wind brushed past Glenn’s skin as he stood at the edge of his friend's motorboat looking down at the lake's reflection of the grey, overcast sky. He had moved to this small Massachusetts town to get a higher education in the only university that had accepted him when he had met and befriended Sam, Jack, and Roland. The three of them had known eachother since middle school which left Glenn as the odd man out among their friend group who felt like he had to make a performance to keep their attention, just how he found himself in this very moment.

“Come on! Don’t be a coward Glenn.” Roland taunted Glenn, prompting Sam and Jack to egg him on further with some childish remarks.

“I’m not scared dude!” Glenn lied, shouting over his shoulder at his friends. “It’s just the water’s gonna be cold as hell so I’m hyping myself up to it!” It was early March so this wasn't untrue, but Glenn knew that wasn’t the reason he was hesitating to jump in. According to the tale his friends had told him this lake was haunted by the spirit of a lady from the 1690s. Story goes that she was a witch who fell in love with a man, and she was so enthralled by him that she used her magic to mold her body to match his outlandish carnal desires. But when the witch trials started he betrayed her, telling the church of her many ‘sins’. Not wanting to be taken in for a sham trial and heartbroken she drowned herself in this very lake.

“Whatever man! You know that was just some fairy tale my parents told me to stop me from getting in the lake, right?”

Glenn closed his eyes and took a deep breath before letting out a sharp exhale. Roland was right, Glenn didn’t believe in folk tales or the supernatural so why was he so put off from some strange, made-up story that his friends warned him about? He steeled himself for the cold water (and whatever else may await him), opened his eyes, and dove in. In the few fleeting moments where he was lost and disoriented from the water his body immediately transformed, the sensation of his flesh being molded like clay obscured by the frigid water that nipped at his skin and senses. But as Glenn drifted head first towards the bottom of the lake, carried by the momentum of his dive, he eventually felt the tug of his misshapen chest dragging him back up towards the top of the lake. He looked up, mainly to confirm that he was indeed floating back up to the top but was shocked by what he saw. Floating freely, tethered by skin and flesh to his ribs, were two preposterously large boobs that were each about the size of his torso spraying milk from his engorged nipples. Through the milky haze of the once clear water he noticed his blue swim trunks slipping free from his waist as they no longer fit his smaller frame. With his shorts gone it was clear that where his penis had once been was a parted mound, obscured by an unshaved forest of pubes. After taking a short moment to let the initial shock settle in his mind he reoriented himself so he was upright and began swimming back up to the surface but his bountiful and buoyant breasts floated faster than he could swim, dragging him back up to the surface along with them.

“I can see him coming back up!” Sam pointed at the vaguely skin colored mass that was rapidly approaching the surface of the water, waving for Jack and Roland to come over to where he was. “Glenn, that was sick! No one has ever-…” Sam froze as a woman who looked eerily similar to Glenn with both arms tightly squeezed around each of her barrel sized tits resurfaced from the water. She looked shocked, upset, embarrassed, and on the verge of crying all at the same time as she bobbed up and down in the water looking up at the three men on the boat. “Glenn?”

The woman slowly nodded. The water around her grew more and more murky as it turned from a clear blue to a milky white.

“Are you okay man? You look like you’re in shock!” A few feet away from Glenn a pair of blue swim trunks floated to the surface, drawing the attention of everyone except for Glenn.

“It’s real… The curse is real…”

“Hey man,” Jack snapped his fingers as he attempted to grab Glenn's attention, “we know it's a lot to process right now but we need to get you back in the boat before you get hypothermia. You see that over there?” Jack used the hand he had snapped with and pointed over at the pair of swim trunks which were slowly drifting away which Glenn followed with his eyes. “Go grab your swimsuit and we’ll help you into the boat.”

Glenn slowly nodded before paddling his way over to his swim trunks with one arm as his other stayed planted to his swollen chest. He managed to grab them and slip them over his legs and tighten the drawstrings as Roland brought the boat over to him.

“There we go,” Jack said softly, “Now let's get you out of the water.” He directed Roland to help get Glenn back into the boat and shouted for Sam to grab a towel. “Here we go.” Jack and Roland reached down, careful to not touch the water themselves as they hoisted the mostly unresponsive Glenn into the boat and helped him into a seat

“Here you go,” Sam handed Jack a blanket. “I couldn’t find a towel so I grabbed one of the spare blankets.”

“That’ll do Sam.” Jack took the blanket and draped it over Glenn's shoulders. It didn’t do much to cover his chest but it would at least keep him warm. “We’re really sorry man. We didn’t think the stories were true and you're the first one to not chicken out.” Jack patted Glenn on the back before leaving Glenn alone.

Jack, Roland, and Sam huddled up on the other side of the boat and began bickering about what they should do. Should they take him to the hospital? What are they gonna tell everyone? Is it even permanent? Meanwhile Glenn sat in silence by himself, slightly leaning forward so his back breaking breasts rested on his legs while a puddle of milk formed beneath him on the boat's deck, still in shock and disbelief of his new body.