I had put up with a lot of shit in my life. Being half demon, regressed to five years old, made into a little mama's girl by a witch in a pie, turned into a rabbit-ish looking being, and let's not forget being forced into a gym class with killer dodge balls. ...not to mention I'm sure that wrinkled bastard saw me naked in order to put that gym uniform on me. Suffice to say, I'm NOT going to put up with suddenly growing a dick.
Skipping my morning tea, I started gathering tomes off my shelves and skimming them, studying the text feverishly for a cure. There had to be a way to fix this. I couldn't imagine waking up and doing that every morning...as I thought about that, I felt a tingle in my crotch area. Swearing to myself, I started picturing Plasmus in a teddy. That did the trick. I went back to searching.
I think hours passed and I still hadn't found anything. My stomach constantly reminded me about the whole "food + empty tummy = energy to keep living" thing to make it worse. My studies were interrupted by a knock on my door. Knowing my penis was currently too small to be noticed through my leotard, I answered the door.
Before me was Starfire, her face bright with a cheerful smile, as usual. In her hands was a tray with a pot of tea, a tea cup, and a plate of...oh dear delicious Azar, a plate of waffles! You probably all thought I was being sarcastic when I agreed with the deluisonal Cyborg about my love of waffles. I wasn't. When I was a child, the first time I met my mother, she made me waffles. I didn't meet her until I was twelve. It was the first home cooked meal I ever had and it was delicious. I was hooked. The smell of maple syrup teased my nostrils. "Greetings, Raven!" the alien exclaimed, holding out the tray. "You were missed at breakfast, so I made you this using Cyborg's waffle maker." Thank Azar...Starfire was a peach, but she cooked worse then I did...or maybe she was a great cook...just not by Earth's standards.
I was about to thank her, my eyes moving to her face when they stalled halfway there. Boobs. Mammaries. Jugs. Words I never even thought of associating with part of my own anatomy came through my brain like a bullet train on fastforward. Azar help me, I was staring at my friend's breasts like they had the word of Azar on them in the form of a birthmark. "...Raven? Raven, are you well?" her voice cut through my thoughts. "Um...yeah...tits fine," I mumbled in response. "...pardon?" "I said, 'it's chest fine.' Thank you for the breakfast." Tearing my eyes from her massive boobs, I looked at her face. She looked at me with a confused expression before shrugging and handing me the tray. As I took it, I realized I had a problem. ...it was back. "Please don't let her see," I thought. "Please don't, please don't, please don't..." |