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Hunter wasn't sure how to feel about his chest.
His uncle had despised it when he grew breasts. Once Hunter had reached the point he would have really needed a bra, his uncle forced him to swallow his first potion to make him undergo 'the right' puberty.
Obviously, his uncle must be right, there had been no other option in Hunter's world until years later. Doubt was the mind's most potent poison, so he pushed it down. He drank his potions obediently, his chest shrank back to something just barely there (though his uncle would have preferred it completely flat….).
His body grew hairy and hot and needy and-
That place grew.
Uncle didn't like that hole, he did like the - in Hunter's mind - rather unsightly growth. It would swing obscenely when his uncle took him from behind.
The potions did a number on his body, and not everything could be reversed…
His chest would never much bigger than it was now, the growth forever halted by the magic. Perhaps if he was to get pregnant (if he could still get pregnant) they would grow enough to fill an A-cup properly….
Forever smaller than even Luz chest, which wasn't exactly plenty full.
Not that Hunter had paid attention to it, well perhaps he had when he was smashed into her chest while she comforted him once. It had been soft. Comfortable.
Hunter wished he could hold someone like that.
Darius had taken an interest in Hunter's well being (sometimes he wondered if he'd demand compensation in the form of sex, then he had to remind himself that man was not like his uncle).
He'd dragged in ex-coven heads Whispers, whom he was apparently friendly with and they explained the effects of those potions in more detail than Hunter had ever heard.
His uncle just made him choke it down and fucked him gentler when his body had become more to his liking.
His chest would forever stay on the smaller side. They could grow a bit but never as much, Hunters hormones would forever be left different by the magic build up of taking potions for years.
His chances of getting pregnant had been close to null while on the potions and would remain reduced (though the chance would increase significantly now that he no longer took any potions).
And his-
His-
His dick, as his uncle had called it, it would never shrink into the small nomb it used to be again.
"If it grows big enough to satisfy, I might let you-"
The memory of Belos voice send shivers down his spine.
He'd wanted that. Craved it. Craved the growth no matter how little he enjoyed it, just for that moment he could both please and show his loyalty yet be above his emperor.
The moment had never come.
What he got instead where wrinkled, cursed hands caressing flesh he didn't want.
Those hands were gone now….
It was only Hunter's own hands that snuck under loose clothes, groping himself, avoiding his crotch and paying extra attention to his chest.
He was free to do so, no uncle leaning in on him, encouraging him to jerk off.
He could just…. Enjoy the way his boobs were still nice to hold.
His.
His?
Hunter was free. He didn't have to be…. A he.
He didn't have to be Belos nephew.
His body would never be what it should have been but….
Maybe, he could be himself now. Not Belos nephew, not his 'lover', not the golden guard. Just Hunter.
Maybe not even 'Hunter'.
She shuddered and squeezed her tiny breasts.
Her dick throbbed terribly. She didn't want to touch it and jerk off like her uncle had taught her...
She continued to play with her chest, paying it more attention than Belos ever had.
Squeezing, groping, playing with her nipples...
Her uncle never liked her breasts but on some rare occasions he'd played with her nipples just to hear her whine and beg.
She bit her lip, Belos wouldn't hear her cries now.
A squeeze to her nipples had her gasp for air. He didn't hear it. He was dead.
She was free to whine and cry into her pillow, her legs rubbing against each other as she refused to acknowledge the hard dick between there.
It felt so good….
Maybe.... Maybe she liked her chest.