When Josh finally got back, they all drew straws again. Kyle carefully took a straw. He breathed a sigh of relief at seeing that it was the medium straw. Josh drew one with his mouth. Long again. Travis groaned and got up from the computer. Josh smiled deviously as he hauled his massive balls to the computer, and tried to work it to his best advantage.
"Alright. Do your worst." Travis said reluctantly. Josh did his best to manipulate the computer with his stunted hands, but eventually got the hang of it. He thought to himself 'What could I possibly do to get revenge on Travis for this giant balls and quadruped shit?' Josh glanced over at all the scantily clad women sprawled all over his wall. A sudden spark of inspirations floods his mind as he makes the due adjustments. Satisfied, he smashes the enter key and falls back to the ground. Travis gets a confused look on his face. "What'd you do, dude? I don't feel anything." All the time, the others could see two very distinct lumps forming under his shirt.
Shocked, Travis leaps into the air, and latches on to the steadily forming mounds. They go from A, glide past C, and even pass DDD. Travis trys his best to keep them contained, but they bust out of his his hand's grasp. They strained against his shirt, as they got bigger and bigger, Travis could hear a distinct ripping noise. His shirt fell to the ground, exposing his new breasts to the others. Kyle looked stunned for a second, not knowing what to make of this, and Josh silently cackled to himself. Just when things couldn't get worse, a second row stared to gradually form under the already exceptionally large pair. Travis tried his best to stay up, but the tits were the size of watermelons, and even more heavy. He struggled, but he was able to stay up even after the first row hit G, and the second row passed D. Finally, a comparatively smaller third row grew. The top row stopped at cartoonishly large triple O cup. the second at F, and the final row was a D cup.
Travis panted, exhausted, trying to keep himself upright with all of the new, added chest weight. He tried his best to support them with his arms, but they were no match for the gargantuan boobs. Kyle and Josh laughed, seeing Travis try to make a make-shift bra out some bed sheets old clothes. He waddled over to the rest of them, and sad down. His face was red, and he was sweating profusely. When he caught his breath, he was finally able to examine his new assets.
"Why'd you give me three sets of em, dude? Don't you think one's enough as it is?" Trevor said, slightly annoyed. He ran his hands over the soft breasts. He lifted the top pair, and flopped them down. The pull was almost so great, they almost pulled him down with them. He ran one hand over the nipple, and a wave of pleasure came over his body, and he instantly got hard. He almost started fondling himself, if Josh didn't start speaking.
"Well. You gave me and Kyle animal-like traits, so I did the same to you. You're always going on about how you wanna feel a big rack, well, now you can." Josh snickered. And Travis tried to throw an angry punch, but again, his new tits wore him down. Realizing he couldn't do much, he just sat there and grumbled to himself, and silently fondled his breasts. Reluctantly, they all gathered up the straws, and drew again.