I woke up feeling groggy, God what a night! I really had to stop drinking so much - it wasn't good forgetting what had happened the night before – particularly when you let your friends take you to the seedier bars in town. Anyway, what on earth did had I drunk? I felt weird as shit and, though not a normal hangover, I could feel a real migraine kicking in – like my brain was fighting something. I shifted slightly in my bed – at least I had made it home – and felt my body shift under the sheet. Wow, did I really snog that gorgeous blonde with the to-die-for eyes and ever so nice cleavage just begging to be nuzzled? She had seemed a pretty easy girl and had even dragged me into the corner of the bar for some more intimate action – I just love slipping a hand down a girls skirt, past her knickers and dipping at her pussy entrance. The way they gasp, bucking into you as your finger just moistens up – heaven...
Hey, wasn't it Saturday – how about a morning of porn and self pleasurement? Girls were great but they rarely came back for a shag 1st night no matter how game they were and I just felt really horny. I thought of the DVDs in the bedside drawer and the magazines under the bed but really they didn't seem needed - what was wrong with me? I definitely needed to cum but something wasn't right. Just then I shifted again and I felt a jolt run through my body from my chest. I reached up a hand and vaguely clocked that my skin felt smooth and damp despite me feeling chill inside. As I got to my stomach I began to feel scared – where were my stomach muscles? Why did I feel all soft? Moving quickly I suddenly came across a mound of flesh on my chest and, simultaneous with having a near heart attack, I experienced a sudden and deep thrill. Exploring around I realised I was holding a large and soft pair of tits. Falling against my chest I had thought their weight was the sheet pulling against my body but it felt like the cause was actually at least a DD cup. Still in a morning daze I spent a while playing with them and savouring the feelings running through my core when I squeezed my (much enlarged) nipples.
