Published: Dec 19, 2024

My one-hundred and seventy-seventh caption, featuring two friends who might end up getting closer to one another…

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“It’s such a pretty design, isn’t it?” “Jasmine” remarked with a wide smile, pulling up her shirt without a care in the world for the concept of modesty. Hanging out in Marc’s room, she had done this kind of thing several times now, exposing herself to him just to get a reaction from him.

“U-Uh… yeah. Looks great. Really great…” Marc nervously replied, trying to shield both his eyes and his beet red face from the busty woman.

“Aw, is my best friend intimidated by my huge, juicy mommy milkers?” Jasmine teased, leaning towards him with a smirk clear on her devious face.

“Look, I know you’ve taken to… this really well, but I’m not sure I’ve really gotten over it myself.” Marc argued, trying his best to keep his eyes where they were supposed to be. “I mean… you suddenly become a woman like this because of a mixed up prescription… it still doesn’t seem real to me.”

“I’m not sure what your hang-up is, Marc. I told you the same thing the doctors told me. I’m 100%, biologically female now. That experimental HRT formula I took, thinking it was my migraine medication, caused an irreversible shift in my chromosomes.” Jasmine explained, crossing her arms under her sizable breasts. “You and I are lucky I didn’t end up looking like something out of The Elephant Man. I mean, look how gorgeous I am! I’m a walking wet dream!”

“Yeah, but even after something like this, I would have expected you to act at least somewhat like your ”original”-self.” Marc narrowed his eyes slightly, reluctance making itself very well known. “You walk like a girl, talk like a girl… now you’re even dressing like a girl. Isn’t it weird?”

“Not at all. It’s kind of hard to explain, but all of these things just feel… natural to me now.” She shook her head, innocently cupping her breasts in both hands. “Maybe it has something to do with my estrogen and hormones being permanently overclocked. Your guess is as good as mine.”

Marc could only pout, leaning against his hand as he looked up at his cheery best friend, formerly called Jason. It was hard to deny just how sexy they had become after their accident, with tits bigger than some pornstars he had watched online. They were only bolstered by her big ass, cute face, and captivating smile. Still, it was hard for him to reconcile the fact that Jason was gone, replaced by a bombshell that both of them could only dream of sleeping with not that long ago… especially given how socially-awkward Marc was. This was still like some kind of dream to him.

“Look… you know that old thing where they say men and women can’t be friends?” Marc began to say, getting an immediate, confused glare from her. “I… can’t handle you doing this to me anymore. The teasing, showing your tits to me like I’m your boyfriend or somethin-”

“Do you not want me as a girlfriend?” Jasmine immediately interrupted with a look between anger and sadness. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that!” Marc immediately defended himself, waving his hands in the air. “I think you’re very pretty! I think tha-!”

“Gotcha~” Jasmine immediately sneered, pushing Marc back against his bed as she took her shirt all the way off, throwing it to the floor. She then jumped in bed, crawling on top of him. “I think I see what you meant now… if we can’t be friends anymore, that means we have to upgrade our relationship status.”

“Jaso- Jasmine! W-What are y-you doing!?” Marc began to panic, his nerves going into shock as her breast hung above him like two fleshy pendulums.

“Come on. You and I both know what has to happen next.” Jasmine continued to push, leaning closer to his ear to whisper to him. “I’m a woman, Marc.”

Marc’s jaw began to tremble as he reluctantly began to reach towards her breasts, finally grabbing a handful of them with his shaking hands. He ran them between the cups, feeling her large, puffy nipples beneath the surface. Jasmine let out a sharp moan as he did this, given how sensitive they were.

“Oh, now you’ve gone and done it.” Jasmine panted with a playfully threatening tone, pulling herself back up and pulling her bra completely off.

“T-They’re even bigger without the bra… you’re perfect.” Marc stuttered, feeling how soft and supple her skin was. She had clearly taken care of every part of herself, and he could only imagine what her… equipment looked like now. “A-Are we really gonna do this? Here and now?”

“You’re getting special boyfriend privileges from this point on.” Jasmine teased, digging her thumb under the edge of her panties and tugging. “I’m all woman, baby. I’m not your best friend anymore. From this point on, I’m your hot, gorgeous, perfect girlfriend. Ready to dig in~?”

Marc couldn’t resist himself anymore, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss. Jasmine eagerly accepted his gesture, savoring the feeling of her hard nipples brushing against his chest hairs. It didn’t take long until her panties were on the floor, forgotten, as Marc rode her raw, both of them covered in buckets of sweat. After two hours, both of them passed out together in bed, happily accepting where life had taken them…