"There's nothing we can do" Liz says, finally.
"I don't care, I wouldn't turn him back even if I could. These are the perfect breasts" Maddi replies.
"You don't mean that" snapped Amanda.
"Yes I do, you would to if you had breasts like these" Maddi hissed back.
"Would I really. Let's test it then, we have a race to the tree, if I win, you will become my tits, and they will be ten times better then the ones you currently have. But if I lose I'll become your second set of boobs, placed just below where your current one's are now. Also all changes are permanent." Amanda said angrily
"Fine, I hope you like life as my tits" replied Maddi mockingly.
I realized that Amanda winning was my best chance of turning back to normal. As Liz started to countdown, I knew what I had to do. As soon as Maddi sped off, I started squirming my boob self out of Maddi's bra. This technique worked better then I could've ever hoped, for Maddi tripped and fell face fist into the mud.
"Wooh, I win. No boobs for Amanda! No boobs for Amanda!" Yelled Amanda trotting around the tree.
"Oh, I feel... Weird" whispered Maddi, being drawn in close to Amanda. "Of course you do Maddi, your becoming my breasts, tell me how it feels down there *giggle, giggle*."
Maddi put her hands on Amandas' tits, obviously compelled to do so. "Oh god" breathed Maddi as she felt her hands being absorbed into Amanda's boobs "PLEASE NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR TITS!"
Soon Maddi was gone and Amanda had brand new boobs, which she was now fondling (much to Maddi's incredible displeasure).
Suddenly I opened my eyes (which existed now). "YES! I'm back! you don't know how horrible it is being somebody's tits, but I'm sure Maddi could tell you, if she had a mouth."
"I'm getting a bit bored of this" Liz said "how about the winner of the next race becomes 100% girl, second place becomes no. 1's swimsuit, third place becomes no, 1's vagina and Maddi of course becomes no. 1's tits. All changes are permanent."
"But what about me?" I ask "Even if I win, I'll be stuck as a girl my whole life."
"That's not our problem, but it would be better than being a swimsuit or vagina or even going back to being someone's tits" Liz says.
"First to the top of the tree wins; three, two, one, go."