Fondling


"Whoa! You do have some great knockers! Mind if I touch 'em?" Ron asked.
"Go a-head, I guess" Scott nervously replied.
When a misterious mist caused half of the men in the world to grow tits, Scott found himself on the changed side of manhood. He got himself some F-cup boobs that were hard to hide and deal. Everybody was constantly staring at them also because he all the clothes that could fit him were not shy on showing cleavage. What he hated the most were bras, though, especially because he had to wear one all the time.
Scott thought that at least at home he'd be safe and could go around topless, but he forgot his housemate Ron in the equation.
As Ron began to fondle his big hooters, Scott realized that it was a bad idea to allow Ron to grope him. It was very uncomfortable, not to mention awkard. Ron was lost in Scott's boobs, like he was in heat or something. What was worse, Scott hadn't realized yet how sensitive his cheat had became. He thought that a man's touch couldn't do much on him, but he was feeling some horniness.
Life was hard for a man with boobs.

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