Jim, finding himself incredibly horny despite the girl's claims to be him and the weird sensation in his nipples, mounted her and began screwing her roughly. He really didn't have a lot of experience with the ladies, but he never felt the need to really give it to a girl this hard before. He came quickly and pulled out too soon, leaving a trail of his seed on his bedspread.
After unmounting her, he began to feel light-headed. Looking down, he noticed that his areolas had grown to the size of half-dollars with large eraser sized nipples protruding from them. They were not breast per se, but woman sized nipples nonetheless. As he began to ponder this strange occurance in his hazy state, the girl "Jim" merely smiled, winked and ran from his bedroom.
Just then, his phone rang. He groggily answered, "Hello?"
A woman's voice with a faint Italian accent responded. "Hello, Jim. This is Mirabella. Do you remember me?"
"Uh, no." Jim felt a firm pressure in his chest as it inflated to an A-cup.
"Does that jog your memory? No? Too bad. I hope for your sake you remember soon or you'll find you and your sex partner will share more than just your name and weak semen. Come to the place where we first met before one hour is up, or you'll find you'll never be able to fuck like that again." *CLICK*
Jim was beside himself. Why did he now have breasts? Who was this strange woman and what did she want? Moreover, was the woman he just had sex with actually HIM?
Jim's anxious thoughts were cut short when...
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