Seatbelt Trouble


"Damnit! How are you supposed to wrap a seatbelt around these things?" Dylan was on his way home from a fun day trip at the beach with his friends when he encountered a new kind of struggle. He was the designated driver, but fitting the seatbelt around his new breasts surprisingly difficult.

"Not as much fun now, are they?" Fiona teased from the back seat. She was very insecure about being flat chested and felt it was unfair that Dylan was instantly endowed with what she had longed for her whole life.

"Just hang on..." he tried moving the strap through his cleavage, but that proved to be extremely uncomfortable with even the slightest turn of his head.

"Dude, I think they're already hanging on for dear life," Hank laughed from the passenger seat. He was a bit drunk and had no problem hitting on his friend now that he was the opposite sex.

Dylan noticed his bikini was slipping down a bit and readjusted his top. "You know what? Fuck it!" He tucked the shoulder strap under both boobs and started the car. "They'll just have to be my airbags."

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