A Corrupted Chest

“Ok I was up all last night researching about those magic tits we found in that old chest and let’s just say I’m glad you didn’t put them on like you were thinking of doing and… oh no Anna what have you done?” Greg said walking in to find his formally flat chested girlfriend with two huge breasts bolted to her chest.

“I just couldnt resist them, they called out to me begging that I make them mine. Begging that they could transform me into a hig titted bitch. I resisted so long but I’m so glad I gave in. I’m a goddess now!” Anna announced. Kissing her reflection in the mirror vainly.

“No Anna this isn’t you, there’s still time to take them off and-“ Greg began but Anna cut him off.

“Tell me what did all your research uncover about my tits?” She asked slowly stalking over to him. Her movements were hypnotic to Greg as he found himself unable to tear his eyes from her boobs and the way they moved.

“That they would corrupt even the most pure soul and turn them into a narcissistic power mad beauty. One with powers over the weak willed. One who craves only pleasure.” He said slowly falling under a trance.

“And tell me, do you think I should give them up?” Anna said pushing her tits far out that they took up Greg’s whole view.

“No of course not my Queen, they are yours alone.” He said now fully under her spell.

“Good my pet. Now go fetch the car, I have some shopping to do to suit my new curves.” She said with a wicked smile as Greg left.