You where about to shoot again when your bedroom door begins to open.
"Hey Jason, dad said we could order take-out... What the fuck?"
Your older brother Chris was standing in the door way, staring with his jaw wide open in confused shock. Chris was 4 years older then you, 22 and way into sports. Aside from being an army reserve trainee, he spent a lot of time at the gym, so he had a great muscular body, 5"11 and 176 pounds. He had dark brown, straight hair like you , although he kept his short and shaved at the sides. Your features where simular except his were bolder, wider jaw and thicker eyebrows.
"What the fuck happened to you?" he said, closing the door behind him. You pointed up the gun in a sheepish attempt to explain your exposed, morphed junk. Chris tilted his head sideways to read the text.
"Breastinator..." he read slowly. "What the hell is that?"
"It makes boobs appear wherever you shoot, and whatever size you want... within reason" you explain, a sheepish smile on your face. Chris folded his meaty arms, staring back condescendingly.
"So let me get this straight... you zapped your balls" said Chris, bluntly.
"Yeah" you reply, looking down at your boob balls, hanging between your legs, the nipples brushing the floor as you sat, your dick twitching from the stimulation. You look back up to Chris "Don't tell dad".
"Allright, alright, I won't tell dad..." he replies rolling his eyes. You sigh in relief, as your brother gives a scheming grin. "As long as you let me have a go"
Your eyes widen in surprise at this response.
"Really?"
"Yeah, looks like fun"
You look at the gun in your hands, scrolling through the options and settings.
"Well? Any ideas?" you say.
"Dunno. You'll think of something. Nothing too gross though"