Pic Dick Part 2

 6/25

On a normal day, Richard would have been quite grateful for a picture of some buxom bouncing breasts in exchange for a snap of his giant dick. Unfortunately, today wasn't a normal day. Instead of the return send of his dick pic as hoped, he got a pair of juicy jugs and as soon as he opened the image, he felt his chest begin to expand, stretching the fabric of his sister's dress to breaking point. He tilted over forwards from the weight of the globes and almost toppled from the heels his feet were painfully shoved into.

'OOOPS, WRONG PIC' a follow up message arrived. Then another – 'SHOW ME, SHOW ME!'

Richard reluctantly fired off a selfie. Swollen nipples peeked from the torn fabric of a dress simply not designed to house such melons and he briefly pondered how under different circumstances, he would have enjoyed playing with his new chest. However, it was difficult to enjoy such pleasures of the female flesh when his manly skin dagger had been so abruptly confiscated. His phone buzzed once more.

'THAT'S NO GOOD. YOUR DRESS IS ALL RUINED :(' And one more – 'HERE YA GO!'

The accompanying image was of a pair of skimpy satin pyjamas and before Richard could register another thought, the painfully tight ruin of dress vanished and was replaced with the soft and comfortable outfit. He gasped, grateful that he could finally catch his breath but equally mortified by the sight of his new titanic tits spreading the flimsy material so wide. Sitting on the end of his bed to support himself against their mighty weight, he gaped into the mirror at the ludicrous new shape that had befallen his body. Somewhere deep beneath the mounds on his chest, his heart thudded with panic, juggling the loss of his stolen cock with the arrival of his blooming bust. The phone vibrated against his leg and shaking with fear, he picked it up.

'HOW RUDE OF ME TO LEAVE YOU WEARING A WIG! HERE... ;)'

A shot of long blonde hair filled his screen and then toppled over his shoulders as it swallowed his formerly closely cropped brown style. Richard brushed it away like a veil and squealed as he saw himself in the mirror. He sat praying silently for his nightmare to end until with a sense of futility he sent what he vowed was one last picture with a begging plea for mercy. The photo of the chesty babe, himself, uploaded to the app and he waited, his eyes glued to the screen. Minutes passed. Finally, a new type of message appeared. Followed by another and another and another...

'Delilah has added Stephanie to the group' 'Delilah has added Brie to the group' Delilah had added Hayley to the group...' Then the pictures started to arrive like a raging flood.