Life in Another World with Two Guys Who Got Turned Into Total Beauties (Patreon)

"No, damn it, Smith! This is all your fault," the tall girl snapped, carelessly waving her arms like some kind of conductor, "‘I want to go to another world! I want to become a sexy girl!’" she mocked in a rough voice, but from her throat still came that strangely bright, slightly husky feminine tone, which only made the whole situation even more ridiculous. "Do you even understand what you’ve done, idiot?!"

She sharply jabbed a finger at the girl standing opposite her, short, tanned, with long tangled dark hair and such an outstanding pair of breasts that even from a distance it was obvious how she had to constantly strain her back just to stay upright, because the heavy rounded breasts under the rough leather strap were literally pulling her forward with every sharp movement, and she still seemed to have no idea how to even live with this.

"Oh for God’s sake, Eric, how long can you keep this up! I thought it was a joke. Do you think I actually wanted to become a chick?! Are you completely insane? And anyway, you were the one who said you ‘wanted to see this!’" the short girl blurted out, and at that moment, from the sudden movement, the heavy dark stone earrings swung near her cheeks, making her immediately touch her earlobes and hiss quietly in pain. "Ow, damn… why are they so heavy?"

She irritably yanked one of the earrings down and instantly winced even harder as the metal ring unpleasantly tugged at her skin.

The tall girl nervously ran a hand over her face.

"Oh, I don’t know, Lucas, maybe because they’re, damn it, jewelry for women from the Stone Age?!" she snapped, once again slipping into that strange feminine voice that sounded especially ridiculous when she tried to yell. "God… I can’t even get properly angry with this voice! And anyway, don’t change the subject!"

"I’m not changing the subject!" Lucas snapped back, but the moment he sharply swung his arm, the heavy breasts under the leather strap painfully swayed downward, making him immediately grimace and instinctively grab them with both hands. "Ugh… God… how are you even supposed to walk with this?!"

Eric snorted.

"Oh? Did I hear that right or are you not happy about something? This is what you wanted," Eric remarked mockingly, still just as loud. "Why the hell did you even want this? What, are you some kind of faggot or something?"

"Oh screw you!" Lucas almost squealed, and his own voice made his face twist even more. "You’re the faggot! I just said it’s easier being a chick, you always said that yourself! That’s the only reason I said if I were to be a chick, then with curves… ugh, damn it…"

Lucas instinctively scooped up his heavy breasts from below with both hands again, because the moment he straightened up even slightly, the massive rounded weight under the rough leather strap sagged downward with an unpleasant heaviness, painfully pulling at his skin and back so much that it knocked the breath out of him.

"Fuck!" Eric shouted, pressing a hand to his forehead, sharply turning away and starting to pace nervously back and forth along the damp sand by the river, constantly fixing his tangled dark hair that stuck to his sweaty neck. "We need to figure out where we are. Maybe this is just a hallucination or some other bullshit. It can’t be. This can’t be real."

Lucas inhaled, lowering his head and once again replaying that exact moment in his mind, when they stepped out of the bar and immediately saw that bright light from the approaching headlights, and then, literally seconds later, a heavy impact followed by an empty "nothing". Bright darkness. Loud silence. And after all that, humid hot air, the smell of wet earth, the cries of some animals in the jungle, and the sensation of something huge on his chest, which in the first seconds made him think a boulder had fallen on him.

"That really was a pterodactyl? Maybe you imagined it?" Eric said, continuing to pace back and forth along the damp shore, "Maybe it was just some kind of bird. A huge one. Like… an ostrich or some other crap."

Lucas slowly raised his head.

"A flying ostrich?" Lucas slowly turned his head toward Eric, and the massive earrings swayed again near his cheeks. "You saw it yourself. What the hell kind of ostrich?"

Eric was about to snap back, but suddenly fell silent, because somewhere behind them male voices could be heard, and both girls froze, staring at each other with a clear realization of something they hadn’t even allowed themselves to think about yet and had been trying to push away: 'Two girls. No weapons, no strength. Alone in the forest in some wild world,' and what it would mean if they ran into a group of men who, by all logic, would have absolutely no understanding of any modern concepts of morality, personal boundaries, or that women could even decide anything for themselves.

They both understood it almost without words.

The voices were real, and they were getting closer.

"Li—"

Eric started, but Lucas immediately pressed her hand over her mouth with such force that she almost lost her balance on the damp sand, once again feeling how her tits shifted heavily.

"Keep quiet, fuck…" she hissed right into her face, breathing hard. "Do you want them to hear us?!"

Eric froze, feeling Lucas’s hot palm on her face and at the same time the smoothness of that skin, which was now so soft and delicate, nothing like the rough, calloused hands that once belonged to her best friend. And the touch itself, even though it was rough and abrupt, still felt somehow feminine, and that thought only made it worse.

The voices were getting closer.

Somewhere behind the bushes, a branch snapped.

Lucas slowly pulled her hand away, but not immediately. For a few seconds they just stood almost pressed against each other, breathing heavily, and then Eric noticed for the first time that Lucas’s fingers were trembling.

"Let’s move slowly to that tree…" Lucas whispered, barely moving her lips, and nodded toward a huge twisted trunk whose thick roots jutted out of the damp ground near the river.

Eric nervously swallowed and carefully nodded.

They moved almost sideways, trying not to make any noise, and after just a couple of steps Eric realized how difficult it was to walk in this body. Especially while trying to stay quiet. It felt like she had tensed every muscle, trying not to make a sound, trying to move carefully, but no matter how hard she tried, the muscles of her chest were beyond her control, and she had to account for every heavy, independent sway of her breasts, which pulled her body forward and down, forcing her back to arch and her hips to spread slightly for balance. And in their current situation, falling meant making loud noise. Although their shouting earlier had probably already been too loud, drawing any more attention right now was the last thing they needed.

Long-legged Lucas handled it much easier compared to her. She moved with such grace and elegance, as if she had been a ballerina since birth, not a welder with a terrifying bald mug who, nevertheless, had always known all the answers to Eric’s questions when they got drunk.

When they finally reached the tree, they immediately realized the cover it provided was terrible. The thick twisted trunk had seemed huge from afar, but up close there was far too little space between the roots and the damp ground to properly hide. But there was no choice, they had to try.

Eric was the first to try crouching lower, pressing her back against it and pulling her knees close, but she immediately cursed under her breath, because the heavy breasts under the leather strap literally pressed into her own knees, and the damp earth unpleasantly smeared across her bare wide thighs.

"Fuck…" she hissed almost soundlessly. "I don’t fit properly."

"Keep it down…" Lucas shook her head, checking if they had been noticed, quickly crouched beside her and tried to squeeze into the makeshift cover and, quickly realizing Eric had taken up almost all the space, she frowned in irritation and pressed herself against her so tightly that the nipples of her smaller breasts, hardened from tension, lightly brushed against Lucas’s bicep, and her long thigh almost completely draped over Eric’s leg.

Eric shifted irritably. Or pretended to.

"Fuck… don’t grab me…" she hissed quietly, trying at the same time to push Lucas away.

"Like I need to grab you," Lucas hissed back, trying to adjust her position and hugging her even tighter, her long thin legs involuntarily wrapping around Eric’s thigh, and her slender fingers unintentionally sliding over the soft, sweat-damp skin at her waist.

Eric tensed up instantly.

"You’re literally sitting on me right now…"

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?!" Lucas whispered раздраженно right into her neck, and that sent goosebumps across the girl’s skin, and a strange heat appeared between her legs.

She clenched her teeth sharply, trying to focus on the voices behind the bushes instead of how Lucas’s long feminine thigh was still resting over her leg, how her lips brushed against her neck, how the hot breath barely grazed her damp skin, and how those thin fingers kept unconsciously squeezing her waist as if not for survival, but like some gentle moment in a completely different scene.

Just yesterday they had both been two drunk guys outside a cheap bar on the outskirts of the city, a massive welder Lucas Reed and his constantly talkative friend Eric Mercer, who at twenty-eight was still a fan of anime, video games, and, essentially, a virgin despite that one drunken time at twenty-two. Now they were two lost girls in an unfamiliar prehistoric world, lying in the dirt, pressed together with almost naked female bodies, listening as somewhere very close branches cracked under heavy footsteps that promised them absolutely nothing good.