The Hermaphrodite Accident
"You really have breasts?" Ava gasped.
"Complete with an hourglass figure and a pink and perfect pussy," Ethan chuckled bitterly.
"Could--could I see them? Your breasts, I mean," she stammered, temperature rising to her cheeks.
In an instant the semi-clean hoodie was over Ethan's head and on the floor, looking, for all its worth, like a dead skunk with its black cotton material and the white stripes on the sleeves. Ava's eyes bounced from the clothing on the floor to her boyfriend's naked chest. She rose a hand to her mouth in horror. Ethan had lifted his hands to his swollen chest, wrapping his hands around his voluptuous breasts and forcing them to bounce in the cool air. They were huge -- a D cup at least -- and weighed heavily in Ethan's grasp. The cool air caressed them and his dark pink nipples stiffened with the contact, his areolas large red discs around his erect nipples.
Ava swallowed, hard, taking it all in. Ethan stood completely crimson and bare. The regular men's boxers stretched to encompass his cock, and although he was already growing hard, she noticed he was crying silently. "What do you think?" he whispered.
"I think that you're not going to fit into any of my bras."