Lisa hands you the pink cup to drink from while she sips from the blue one. Being especially thirsty, you gulp down the contents of the pink cup. You sit there for a few minutes when a sudden feeling of queasiness overwhelms you. You lie down on the couch and moan as a tingling sensation erupts all over your body.
You hear Lisa moan as well, so you sit up to make sure she is okay. Your jaw hung open at what you saw. You didn't know what shocked you more, the young guy sitting in the chair opposite, or the firm, c-cup breasts sitting on your chest. The fabric of your shirt rubbed against your nipples, and this time you moaned with pleasure. You lie back down as the sensation increases and find one hand sliding into you pants, while your other hand carressed your new breasts. You moan again, loader this time and your hands work your breasts and womanhood more viciously. The harder they work, the more you moan, and the long you do it the more the pleasure increases. This was far better than anything you had ever experienced as a man. It feels so good that you scream with ecstasy as your body finally orgasms.
You lie there in bliss for an unknown amount of time, then you hear Lisa calling your name. You sit up and feel the pleasure building again as your shirt continued to rub aainst your breasts. 'No, now I need to think straight.' You tell yourself, so you rip off your shirt, revealling your breasts in all their glory.
Lisa calls your name again. "We need to figure out what to do..."