Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 3

... reminded myself again. I slid out of bed, as naked as I was when I entered it, my tits jiggled a bit as I stood, I found that erotic from a male perspective, yet a bit provocative wondering how I would cover them in my regular attire. I walked over to my laptop computer and logged on reading messages from clients and then did a search on hormones that produce breasts in men. I learned that there were indeed several medications that when used regularly could produce breast material in men, which was known as gyneocomastia. It can also occur, I read on a nationally known medical site, that a hormone imbalance can also cause it and in some cases it may require surgery or medication to reverse the condition. In some cases the change is permanent with surgery being the only alternative. I looked down at my new boobs and cupped them again, the feeling I did every time I touched them was the same, it went right between my legs and my arousal would begin. I stopped touching myself, I needed to get to the bottom of this and the best thought I had was to go right to the source, Ah Lam. I found her business card that was left with the package and among her many services I read that she had an “Asian Antiquity Store” as she described it right here in Chinatown. I had planned on going out anyway and so I decided her store would be the first stop. I pulled on my underwear; it seemed strange to look as “flat” in front as I looked into the mirror. I pulled on my tailored dress shirt, which ...

... was now snug in the front, but ignored it as I had no choice. As I let the room I slipped on my suit coat and left it unbuttoned to let it mask the swelling in my chest and headed to the elevator. As I walked I was aware of the friction between the shirt and my now more prominent nipples, I felt them harden and that tug in my groin that signaled the start of my arousal. I returned to the room and added a t-shirt, which was now very snug, under the dress shirt hoping that the movement between my shirt and nipples would be less problematic. I didn’t need to walk about Chinatown aroused! As I entered Ah Lam’s shop I was greeted by the scent of incense as well as herbs and spices that gave me the feeling that I had stepped off an American street onto a Chinese street. The shop was filled with antiques and as I closed the door behind me I saw a young Asian woman approach me. “Good morning Sir,” she said with a smile, “how may we serve you today?” “I was hoping to see Ah Lam, this is her shop isn’t it?” I asked as I looked into the shadows obscuring the back of the shop. “Yes, Ah Lam is in the back, won’t you please come this way,” she said as she began walking toward the back. As I approached Ah Lam stood from behind a large roll top desk, she immediately waved the young woman away and approached me with an apprehensive look, “Yes Mr. Price, I have expected a visit or call from you, your displeasure is written on your face,” the wrinkled old woman said. “I am not sure if what I am ...