Cursed Object: Fake breasts

The cursed object picked by a poll on patreon

Moss was your average eighteen-year-old high school student at least in the eyes of most people. See he had a secret that he kept from everyone. Moss was a secret crossdressing and had been since he was fifteen.

It wasn’t that he wanted to be a girl, he liked being a guy, but he also liked wearing feminine clothes, using makeup, and attending drag shows. This is where he would meet people like him, cis men who simply enjoyed the feminine side of things.

It was thanks to them that he learned tips for making himself more feminine when dressing up. They taught him exercises to help slime his waist in a way that would give him a nice curve in a dress, but a toned look when someone looked at him without a shirt on.

They went over tons of gender-neutral hairstyles and helped him find a nice one for long hair. So he grew out his hair and kept it cut that way. Once his hair was grown out, they got him a book on doing hair and he practiced every day until he knew everything from the book.

Thanks to that he had gotten to a point where he was really happy with how he looked when crossdressing and once a month he’d go out as his female self to hang out with his drag friends and sometimes even go to events with them.

It wasn’t until the last event that things changed for Moss. At the last event, he was the only one who didn’t have some sort of fake breasts. Up until now, he’d always used flat bras and never filled them out and he never really had a problem about it.

But seeing everyone in their amazing dresses with breast forms or padded bras feeling them out left Moss with a strange feeling, almost like jealousy. He sat on his bed and pressed his hands against his chest, was he really jealous he didn’t have breasts?

Obviously, he was interested in having real breasts as still identified as male and wanted to keep his crossdressing secret, but he couldn't stop thinking about his feminine side. She was jealous and didn’t want to be flat forever.

He talked to his friends and asked them what they used for their chests, and Moss ended up getting a ton of recommendations, they were all decent but none of them seemed right for Moss. He always thought bigger breasts were better so he needed something big.

He also wanted something that wasn’t noticeable, so he wanted one of those silicon breastplates that matched his skin color. That would make it hard to move, keep them in place, and give him the bust size he desired.

The only problem was they were pretty expensive and he didn’t have a whole lot of money since he only worked once a week at a local bakery with what he earned it would take years before he had enough to buy it, especially if he wanted to keep buying more makeup in the meantime.

So he decided to put it off, he could get one after high school, or even college, or at least he thought he could, but it started to bum him out and his friends noticed he wasn’t as excited at drag events, and decided to help him out.

They asked around the community if someone had come forward with the type of breasts Moss had wanted albeit ones that were a bit older. During the next event, they presented their gift to him, and his mood completely changed. He was so happy he ran to the bathroom to put them on.

He removed his dress and put it on the sink. He grabbed the breastplate and stretched it as he slid it over his arms and head. He pulled it down into place and admired himself in the mirror. They were absolutely perfect.

Moss played around with the breasts and even jumped up and down. He couldn't believe how real they looked, how heavy they felt, and how amazing they made him look. He grabbed his dress and slipped it back on, thanks to his increased chest size, his dress was much tighter.

So much so that the nipples from the breastplate were poking through. They weren't his real nipples so he wasn’t embarrassed about it, but he knew he’d have to get some new dresses and some bras that fit his new breasts.

With his dress on he went back out and showed off his new look to his friends. After that they all had a great night and Moss made his way home and snuck in through his window. He took off his dress and was about to remove the breastplate, but he decided to keep it on and put on his pajamas.

After that, he went to his bathroom and pulled and washed the makeup off his face. Once his face was cleaned he brushed his teeth and went off to bed. It was a little awkward sleeping with the breastplate on, but at some point, he stopped feeling it and fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning feeling great. After sitting up and stretching he reached his hands up and squeezed the breasts. He immediately let go and let out a yelp as it had hurt, which was very strange.

He placed his hands on them gently and moved them up and down, and he could feel every moment as if they were real and attached to him. Moss removed his shirt and looked at them. They had already looked real, but now they looked indistinguishable from real breasts.

It was actually a little freaky, so Moss reached up to where the seam was and tried to remove it, but for some reason, he couldn't find it. So he went to his bathroom. Before he even looked in the mirror to help him find the seam, he noticed his bathroom was reneged.

All of his feminine products he normally kept in a box hidden under the sink were scattered around the sink top. He was sure he’d put them away after using them, but maybe he forgot to do so this time, lucky his parents never came into his room, never mind his bathroom.

Moss looked up into the mirror and was confused. He couldn’t see the seams of the breastplate anymore. He even ran his fingers along the areas he knew they were supposed to be, but there wasn’t even a bump.

Moss stopped and looked at himself in the mirror, no seam, and they had feeling in them. It was almost like they had become real, but that was insane, right? Moss looked at his chest in the mirror, if somehow they were real, the nipples would get erect if he was turned on right.

So he imagined himself playing with a nice pair of breasts like he was currently sporting, he felt his dick becoming erect and sure enough like always his nipples followed. When Moss opened his eyes, he was both embarrassed and shocked to find the nipples on the breastplate had gotten larger.

He slowly reached his hand up and touched his right nipple, which sent a sensation throughout his body. That alone was enough to prove to him they were real, but how, and what the hell was he supposed to do about it?

He couldn’t go outside like this, there was no hiding breast this size. Everyone would know he had breasts and wonder why. There was no explanation that didn’t reveal that he liked to crossdress, and there was no way for him to safely remove his breasts.

He sat at his computer and entered the password. Hopefully, there was some explanation for all of this. He typed in several things and ended up just getting random stories that people wrote that were similar to his situation. None of them were real.

They were mostly just stories that some people liked to write, so Moss kept looking and changing his search phrases. He finally found something when he searched for “An object gave me breasts” That brought him to a government website for the cursed object department.

He looked over the page and learned they were a branch of the government dedicated to finding magical objects and safely storing and destroying them. The website had information on objects and how to classify an object.

The most common objects were class one, those ones would change a single thing about a person, like a hair clip making someone’s hair longer or changing the color. Class two objects completely changed a person, like changing their gender, race, and even species.

Then there was class three, there wasn't much info on these objects as they claimed they’ve only encountered two, but they say some objects have the ability to alter reality. It’s also hard to find these objects as once the result changes it makes it so the object is not out of place anymore.

Moss looked down at his chest. It seemed he encountered a class one cursed object, as only his chest had changed. So he scrolled down and clicked on the support form to submit a form letting them know he found a cursed object.

Before he finished filling out the form to send off his mother had decided today was a good day to barge into his room. He spun around on his chair, breasts flopping as he did, and stared at her completely red and asked her why she came barging in, while he tried to hide his chest.

She looked at him like he was acting strange and handed him a box filled with bras. She said she was just dropping his new bras off, and that she thought he was leaving early to go shopping with his girlfriends, so she thought she’d put them away for him.

He tilted his head and then asked her if anything here was out of place. She looked at him for a minute and then snapped her fingers. She thought Moss was talking about how he didn’t have makeup on and his hair was a mess. She then made a comment about that not being very womanly.

She then laughed and left the room leaving the box of bras. Moss was completely stunned, not only did his mother seem to think his having breasts was normal, but she was bringing him bras and referring to him as a girl.

Moss looked down at his chest, was the breastplate actually a class three item and it rewrote reality to make it so his having real breasts made sense? He still has his penis, so why does everyone think he’s a transgirl?

He went to his closest and opened it, and inside was nothing but dresses, skirts, blouses, and panties. He gulped. It seems it was true, in this new reality he was a transgirl, and everyone in his life likely thought that, especially because of the size of his breasts.

He had to get to a cursed object department and see if they could help him, or else he’d get to experience his feminine side all the time from here on out. He grabbed a dress, panties, socks, and heels and left the house, with no makeup on and his hair a mess.

He’d later find out they couldn't do anything to help him as the object had fused to his body and basically disappeared for good. It was now night and Moss was sitting on his bed wondering what life was going to be like from now on.

He’d have to wear bra’s form from now on as his breasts were too heavy and his nipples poked out of anything he tried to cover them with, and if he was going to wear bras anyway he might as well wear the panties and the rest of the feminine stuff.

He placed his hands on his breasts and started to massage them. He had to admit they felt great and did make him feel better. At the very least he was jealous that he had a flat chest anymore. Plus he didn't have to hide his crossdressing anymore, the world knew who he really was and accepted it.

He had no choice but to go with it for now at least until the cursed object department found a way to reverse it, or maybe he could find another cursed object to reverse the changes he’s already received. Either way, until one of those happens, Moss would live his life as a cute transgirl with massive breasts.