Mike wasn't sure which body parts he wanted to switch or who he wanted to switch them with. He couldn't make up his mind, so he decided to let fate decide. Mike went to the bathroom, opened the laundry basket and, closing his eyes so he couldn't see what he was about to take, grabbed a handful of clothes. He clutched the clothes to his chest and dashed out of the bathroom towards his room.
Once inside his room, Mike tossed the clothes on the bed without looking at them and quickly closed the door, making sure to lock the door so that no one would disturb him. He took a deep breath, and turned to look at the clothes on his bed.
As he walked towards his bed, the easiest thing to see was a large, hot pink, lacy bra tangled around the other clothing. He picked it up, letting the other clothes fall back onto the bed and set the bra aside, laying it flat and smoothing out the wrinkles. It was definitely one of his sister's bra's. His dick instantly became as hard as a rock at the thought of his sister's tits sitting on his own chest. He could swear he even felt his chest tingling.
His heart was racing, but before he swapped with anyone, he wanted to see what else he had scored. Looking back at the stolen clothing, he saw two other pieces of clothing. They both appeared to be underwear: one was a plain pair of grey boxers and the other was a plain pair of cotton panties. Mike thought he should be at least a little grossed out by the thought of touching a used pair of his brother's or mom's underwear, let alone putting them on, but he was so horny from the fantasy of swapping parts that he just didn't care.
His mom's ass was definitely something Mike would love to have. Mike was pretty sure he was an ass man. Any time he saw a woman with a huge, voluptuous badonkadonk he couldn't help but stare, slack jawed. He fantasized about grabbing fistfuls of soft, pillowy ass as he plowed away at a girl's pussy from behind. His dick twitched, precum flowing like a faucet.
He then looked at his brother's boxers and knew EXACTLY what he wanted to swap with his brother. Even though Mike was a total jock with big muscles, a gorgeous face and perfect features he was sorely lacking in the dick department. Flaccid he was only 2 inches and at his hardest (like he was right now) he maxed out at an unimpressive 4.5 inches. His brother Randy, while stuck with a nerdy, skinny body was blessed with a huge cock. Mike had only ever had glimpses of it, but they were enough to know that Randy was hung like a horse. He heard rumors from the guys in school who witnessed the glorious dick after gym class. Some guys said it was at least 6 inches flaccid, so Mike could only guess how big it was hard.
Mike couldn't stand the wait any longer. He had to swap something, NOW, or else he was going to blow his load all over the place.
He wanted to start with his sister's tits for sure, and after that he'd have to find some way to get his mom's ass and his brother's dick. It would be a challenge, because there was no way he wanted his brother's flat ass and he definitely was not interested in having his mother's vagina.
Mike tore off all of his clothing and stood naked in front of his bed. He picked the bra up, twirling it in his hand as he strengthened his resolve. Slowly, he slipped his arm into one loop and then the other. He moved the straps up to his shoulders and reached down to grab the clasps. He moved the clasps behind his back and hesitated for a moment. He swallowed hard and clasped the bra shut.
Mike let his arms drop to the floor, and rushed over to the mirror to watch his transformation. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but he wanted to see it firsthand. The seconds ticked by, and just as Mike was starting to doubt it would ever work, he felt a jolt of electricity from the bra.
He looked at his chest in his mirror and saw that his skin had started to shift. Suddenly, Mike's chest ballooned outwards like someone was filling two balloons with air. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Mike officially had his sister's 36D tits sticking out from his own chest.
His breathing was jagged. He forced himself to breathe slowly so he didn't pass out. He reached up with his hands and slowly caressed his new tits. The sensations he was feeling were amazing. His new tits were so much more sensitive than his male chest! He slowly started to grab them, like he always wanted to grab a girls tits. Each grasp sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, which was painfully pointed straight up at his new breasts.
Mike lost himself in the sensations he was having from grabbing, squeezing, caressing his new breasts. It was such an incredible feeling, little moans started to escape from his lips. He started to realize that the most intense pleasure was when he was squeezing his nipples. He was suddenly desperate to see his naked boobs, but he was scared that they would disappear if he took the bra off. "Fuck it," he said to himself, and reached around to remove the bra.
He was struggling to unclasp the straps. He tried and tried, but he just couldn't get them off. Frustrated, he just pulled the straps off of his shoulders, grabbed the cups with his hands and yanked the bra down as far as it would go. The bra fell down to his hips and Mike looked into the mirror at his breasts and gasped in horror.
His tits were covered in chest hair! He had taken his sisters breasts, but for some reason his chest hair hadn't been swapped. It was a horrifying sight to see, these perfect and perky breasts with beautiful milky skin covered with a mat of dark chest hair.
Mike didn't know what to do. Should he shave them? That wouldn't work, they would still be full of stubble. His dick, once as hard as a rock, was now softening at the sight of his Yeti tits.
Determined to do something about it, Mike started at the chest hair and focused all of his attention on them. He wished as hard as he could to swap the chest hair with his sister. He grabbed the bra, and unclasped it. His tits remained, but so did the hair. He lifted the bra up and rubbed it on his chest, still wishing away the chest hair.
He was about to give up when his chest hair started to recede into his chest. As quickly as his tits had appeared, the chest hair disappeared. Matt was overjoyed.
He reached up and started caressing his soft, smooth, hairless tits. They were perfect. He started to play with his nipples, which made his dick shoot back to full mast. He continued to play with a nipple using his left hand as he reached down with his right hand to stroke his cock. At first he tried to go slow, to enjoy the overwhelming sensations that he was feeling from his breasts and his cock, but he couldn't control himself for long.
He started jacking off as fast as he could and pawed at his tits with his hands as hard as he could, twisting each nipple and slapping his breasts with his left hand. He could feel an orgasm building, so he grabbed his left nipple and twisted it hard. He gasped loudly as he shot his load. It was the biggest load he had ever blown, it flew everywhere. The first shot splashed against the mirror. Mike didn't want to make a mess, so he tried to point it upwards towards his stomach so it would pool in his fist. But he was so turned on and the force of his shots were so powerful that the second shot went straight up in the air and splashed onto his tits. His left hand was suddenly slick as he frantically wiped the cum all over his beautiful tits, which made him shoot even harder.
Three, four, five shots exploded out of his cock and landed on his tits. With each shot his orgasm seemed only to intensify. Mike fell to the ground in shock from the pleasure he felt.
There was cum everywhere. His tits were coated in it and it was still dribbling from his cock, which was still rock hard. Mike was still moaning from the afterglow of his massive orgasm.
After a minute or two, his breathing had returned to normal and he managed to stand back up. He lovingly caressed his sticky boobs, lightly teasing his nipples. Then he turned toward the bed and looked at the two pairs of underwear sitting there.