Matt and Frank wanted to do a roadtrip together for a long time. This year the time had come. They started in New York and headed westwards (of course, eastwards was the Atlantic Ocean), after a few days the country was becoming sparsely populated, then news in the radio told about a famous model, who dissapeared, when they saw a man scuffling beside the road. They stopped and offered their help, but all the man did was throwing a black plastic bag into their car and walked on as if nobody was there and nobody talked to him. Matt looked to his friend and nudged him to go on, if the man didn't want their help. In the evening at their motel Matt opened the bag and found some lingerie, a dress and a pai of inflatable boobs, like a joke article for a stag party. Due to the whiskeys they had the friends fooled around and Frank blew them up to maximum: "If you got to choose the breast size, always take the biggest, burrp!" And Matt joked: "You should try to put them on, then I have something to fondle while driving." In their silly mood Frank did as his friend told him and a second later both were sober again all at once, because at Frank's place stood a sexy blonde with enormous tits now. "Oh my god, help me! I'm a woman!" in his shock Frank touched his new breasts which caused jolts all over his body. "Actually it isn't so bad. It feels really nice, oh." "Can you please stop fondling yourself? I mean, how did this happen?" Frank squeezed his left tit a little bit too much and he noticed a gap between the breast and his chest. He put a finger in widened the gap until the breasts came off and he became a man again. "Oh, Thank God! You're normal again." Matt said relieved, but his joy didn't last very long. "What are you doing?! Why did you put these plastic tits on again?" "Being a woman feels so great. And since we now know how to turn back, I wanted to have that feeling again. I'll let you put these on tomorrow. Then you'll understand me." Frank answered "You benefit too. I mean, you can look at these jugs for free!"
A little skeptically, Matt chatted with Frank, who sat naked in front of him and touched his tits from time to time. "I could be fun. We pretend being a couple on a road trip. No strange looks anymore about two men travelling together. We'll even save money by booking double rooms." "Are you serious? Look at you, your tits look like someone glued two melons onto your chest. They'll think we are looking for a place to shoot a porn." "And if?" Frank said with a ambiguous smile. This confused Matt, who got too tired and drunk: "And that's the moment, when we should take a nap. Good night, Frank, Francine or whatever."
The next morning Matt woke up from a pleasant feeling in his crotch. He opened his eyes and saw his friend, now female, sitting on his legs with bare boobs and a hand around his penis. Frank greeted him: "Good morning best friend. I went for small shopping tour early today and got horny all over it." Still sleepy Matt noticed a detail about his friend. "Wha...what are you doing there? Are you wearing make up?" "I don't know why, but I thought it would look nice and somehow I knew instantly how to apply make up. And don't tell me, you don't like what I'm doing here!" Frank was right it felt good to Matt. And he wouldn't have denied the favour, if the woman with his dick in her hands wasn't his best friend for decades. Sensing this conflict Frank said "You know, I like your idea about Francine. So here's the deal. Today I'll be your girlfriend on the co-driver's seat and you'll be mine tomorrow. Trust me, You'll love it, both of it." "Sigh, I think I can't bring you around." "Fine, let me just finish what I started. And you better start squeezing, my friend."
During their ride Francine tormented her friend to the limit. She rubbed his dick in his jeans. Later she sucked on it. But she always stopped and let him cool down right before Matt came. When they arrived at their tonight's accommodation, a double room of course, Francine disappeared into the bathroom changing into a small dress, while Matt, driven by the urge Francine caused over the day, couldn't wait to get into action. Francine came out of the bathroom with fresh make up and perfume and they fucked like rabbits. They used all their porn knowledge of positions and practices, which Francine somehow worked out better than Matt. In the end he came on Francines belly and fell into the bedding right next to her. Their eyes met for a second then Francine sighed and said "As hard as it is, I'll keep my promise."
A moment later there were two men lying in the bed, one of them with cum on his belly. "Ugh, suddenly it's disgusting. I'm washing this off me before I need to vomit. You can have a first look at your female self." The bathroom door was shut and Matt lay next to a pair of plastic tits. He inspected them a last time before he put them onto his own chest. When Frank came back from the bathroom a woman with big tits greeted him in the lingerie set he bought earlier being Francine. "You were absolutely right. I fucking love being a woman."
Like the evening before they just talked to eachother with Matilda, how she wanted to be called, doing some flirting and teasing. Even the morning started with a surprise. When Frank woke up, the room was empty. He found his friend in the pool entertaining the hotel staff and the other guests in a white T-shirt. She glanced at Frank, stepped out of the pool and kissed him. She enjoyed the attention in front of the crowd, while she buried her tongue deep in his mouth.
What followed was a day ride full with hand jobs and sucking. Until suddenly Matilda had an idea: "You know, I have a theory. The longer I have these boobs on, the sluttier I become. Let's test it out. I'll stay another day as Matilda and we'll see already tomorrow, if I'm right. What do you think?" Frank thought a bit, took his eyes from the street for a second and said: "You understand now how much I loved being a woman. Have you figured out how you could make it up for me not becoming Francine again?" "Oh yes!" Matilda said smirking.
Frank got called into the main room of their hotel apartment the next morning. In the moment his eyes found Matilda, he knew that her theory was proven right. A giggling Matilda said to him: "Good morning darling, I'm glad you woke so early. This means more pleasure for all of us four. Do you think you can handle three women at once? Otherwise I'm happy to fulfill your duty."
This day the friends haven't riden any miles, because Matilda wanted to have sex the whole day, which led to a dispute between the friends in the evening. Frank wanted to become Francine again, but Matilda wouldn't let her big breasts go anymore. These inflatable plastic tits caused some kind of addiction to their wearer. After a long discussion they agreed to change after two days. Under heavy protest Matilda took off the tits and became a man again. The look Matt made with smeared make up in a dress hanging loose on his body didn't shock Frank as much as the condition in which Matt was. He seemed to aged about ten years and lost several pounds. Soon after taking off the plastic tits Matt felt groggy and went to bed ignoring all the flirt attacks from Francine. But he should have taken the opportunity one last time, because the next morning Matt woke up all alone in the hotel room. Francine was gone. She became a model and porn actress, who Matt only could envy, when he saw her pictures in TV and on ad screens.
Some years later some homeless tramp knocked on Matt's door. He wanted to close the door immediately, but the person held a pair of plastic tits in his hand. And then he recognized his former friend and let him in. Frank apologized a lot and told his story. Everything felt great, until he hadn't enough energy anymore. He once ate a whole buffet on his own, but this helped only a few days. The tits were draining him. With his last energy he made it to his old friend to offer him Matilda one last time before they get rid of the tits for ever. Then Frank fell off the sofa sleeping already to the next evening. When he opened his eyes again, a harsh voice called him: "I've been fucking through New York for almost 24 hours now and you're finally awake. You have to make up your betrayal years ago. Now, kiss my shoes!"
The fright about Frank's shape was still bigger than the urge to stay as Matilda any longer. So they threw the tits from the Brooklyn Bridge into the East River. Regrettably two thousand miles later a motorboat got the tits into its propeller and the owner was in a jokey mood despite this annoying incident. Well let's say a new star was born.