Lost in time - chapter 1 (Patreon)

Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lost-in-time-2-98814361

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Greg woke up feeling strange with sand in his mouth, facing down. "Ohhh, fie...!' Greg spat out some sand and opened his eyes. "Ughhh..." His head was pounding and the sun was blinding him. He groaned and tried to get up over onto his knees. That's when he realized something was very wrong.

Around was the sandy desert, not the street that he remembered running across before he lost consciousness. Hot burning air blew across his face, and the sun shone brightly, large hills of sand were around him and in the distance the silhouettes of small huts could be seen.

Greg blinked and stared at the landscape in disbelief, stayed kneeling in the sand for a few moments. "What the..." He muttered thinking that something is bothering him in the chest area. Something heavy was hanging from his chest like weights and it pulled uncomfortably at his skin. He slowly seated on his butt, feeling how this uncomfortable thing was shifting under his clothes. On his eyes fell something long that had fell to his sides when he sat down - long black hair that he definitely never had.

Straightening his long hair with his hand, Greg looked himself over - black hair fell on his shoulders and down to his waist. But it wasn't the most shocking thing: He had unusually large bulge on his chest which seemed too big from his viewing angle, and felt really heavy while they laying freely on his torso. He now not wear his regular clothes anymore - it looked like a long linen garment tied at the waist with a large rope belt. His bare feet stuck out under the cloth that reached to his ankles.

"BOOBS?! No, it's impossible..." he shouted and raised both of his hands to his chest - he never touched the breasts of any other girl before and of course never touched so big pair before. They felt soft and tender under his palms. "This isn't real... Oh my... My dick!" his hand instantly flew down his front side searching the flap between his legs...but nothing was there. "No, no, no!" in panic Greg grabbed the lower part of the linen and tried to pull it out from his waist, but it was impossible in sitting position. So he quickly jumped to his feet, wobbled for a couple seconds and pulled the top of the linen off his chest.

Huge tan-colored melons stared back at him as he stretched the linen down to check his lower parts. Greg never imagined boobs can get this size and had no idea how to manage such body feature. They are hanging on his chest freely and slightly shaking under his movements. "No, no, no..." repeated Greg while looking between his legs - down there everything was covered in black hair. He tried to reach his dick and balls but there was absolutely empty space between his legs.

Hot sun burns his skin and the landscape makes it very clear, it wasn't a joke. He was in the real hot desert and now fully nude because of his panic actions. It felt weird feeling the breeze from his side and rear, while his large breasts hanging heavily, their weight felt strange on his front. "Okay Greg, calm down... It's the biggest and weirdest dream in your life... This can't be true, boobs are just... damn it!" he raised his hands to his new additions and covered them, noticed how hard nipples on the tips pressing into his hands. "This is not real... just not real!"

"What are you doing?" man's voice suddenly called nearby. "Are you an escaped slave?"