When you wake up in the morning, you are met with both a very sore neck, and a pair of much softer pillows than you remember having on your bed. Sure you ended up sleeping on your stomach last night, but you have done that many times before, so this has to be something related to your tail somehow.
You slowly lift up your head and groan with your stiff neck. Unfortunately, not only your neck, but your upper back as well is also sore. Speaking of being sore, now that you are more awake, you are aware of how your back currently is arched backwards quite a lot too. You push yourself up and actually struggle to get fully up. It's still dark in the room, but even though you are now pushed up by your arms, you can still feel the bed beneath your chest.
You reach over and turn on the lamp. Then quickly turn it off again, only now while breaking out in a cold sweat. You use your left hand and investigate what you saw for half a second. You feel your hand sink into something soft and warm, and you feel it in your chest as well. A experimental squeeze pushes out a half moan/groan from your mouth and you flop back down in defeat. You turn the light back on and sigh.
"Why? Why is this happening to me? Was the tail not enough? Why do I also have huge boobs now?" You ask the room rhetorically. You left yourself up to your knees and take in the full view of your new front. You feel your chest sink as you can only see boob flesh and nothing else. You get out of the bed and walk in front of your mirror. The person looking back at you is still you in general. But now you are accompanied by a pair of boobs, both of which are about as large as your head, if not bigger. They are wider than your shoulders even. But at least they are not overly sagging. In fact, they look perfect, impossibly so, and yet for some reason, you are positive that they are fully natural and have never been influenced by any medical procedures to date. How you know this is still unknown to you, but you are without a doubt, sure of that.
You see a drawer has been left slightly opened on your dresser and inside of it are rows and rows of neatly put away bras. This drawer use to hold most of your tshirts. You pick one up and examine the tag. "JJ-cup! Holy fuck I'm stacked..." You softly whisper in surprise. You now move your right hand up to your rack and begin feeling your self up a bit more. "This is... weird. Why do they feel so normal for me to have, and yet I know I shouldn't have them to begin with? Even this extra weight feels familiar to me..."
You set the bra down and go over to your closet. You absent-mindedly keep groping yourself, only now with both hands, as you walk across the room. You have to admit that your boobs feel good when you do this, and it likely is the only reason behind why you are not as freaked out right now.
When you get to the closet door, you attempt something new. Since you have your hands full, you try pulling down the door handle with your tail. It actually works out quite well and you are able to even pull the door open with it. Your tail flips on the switch for the light and your body freezes up for a moment. Staring back at you is not the familiar closet full of dress shirts, suits, and collared shirts you are use to seeing. But instead, a closet full of many different kinds of dresses, gowns, bikini tops, and a significant amount of feminine tops that show off a lot of cleavage is in its place.
Not only that, but the once shallow closet is now a deep walk-in style, and several half mannequins are placed along the back walls wearing a variety of tops. Some of them are things like corsets, but a few are even sexier than that. Actually, you are struggling to find anything that doesn't have some form of cleavage being exposed. Every dress either shows off the depth of your cleavage, has a hole cut out near your midriff that extends upwards enough for underboob cleavage.
A particularly interesting one is a weird deep purple dress with a slim halter style neck that looks as if it bairly can contain your humongous tits from spilling out the sides. Plus it has an hourglass shaped cutout that would show off the entirety of your cleavage, from top to bottom. And from what you guess, it would stop only just below your ass cheeks if you were to put it on.
You just have to see this.
You take the dress off the hanger and attempt to slip it on. After quite a bit of struggle, you manage to squeeze into it and your expectations were spot on. From just below your nexk, to right below your belly button, a large cutout section is missing. Save for a small band of material just below your tits. The missing part around your boob is hourglass shaped, meaning that no only are you showing off every inch of cleavage possible, but you also are displaying quite a bit of underboob too.
Even though your body is still mostly man, your chest is anything but. And as such, the dress awkwardly doesn't look quite that bad on you. Thankfully you still have a hairless chest and gut, or else this dress would be very unnerving to look at. It already feels weird, having only a few inches of material covering up your groin from view, with even less covered up from the back side too. A hole does exist for your tail though.
"Wow, this dress is just rediculous" You mutter to yourself while making a rather girly pose. However, suddenly someone walks into your room. It is your Mom who looks at you, rolls her eyes, then proceeds to drag you out of your room by your arm. "Come on now, you will be late again if you keep looking at yourself any longer."
She hands you your bag, your pair of sandals, and a muffin and pushes you out of the house. Looking at the footwear, you find that instead of your usual pair, you mom has given you a strapy style, purple pair with a 3 inch heel and an ankle strap to secure them on your feet. You sigh deeply and quickly slip on the sandals only to realize that you, one, are still wearing the slutty dress. Two, are not wearing underwear as you never actually put any on this morning. Three, are locked outside the house. And worst of all, four, can hear the school bus approaching your driveway.