He had breasts.
He was trying not to focus overmuch on the fact that they weren't terribly large, and concentrate rather on the fact that he had them in the first place.
Close to hyperventilating in the bed next to Angua, Dean considered how much he'd had to drink the night before. No more than any other night, he reasoned, and he hadn't run afoul of any witches or hoodoo priests on the way back from the Hub. So.
"Aw, what the fuck!" Dean finally grunted, wincing when it came out more of a shriek. He slid out of the bed on limbs that were still blessedly long, if suddenly much thinner, and hightailed it out the front door.
"Shove over," he ordered Black Dog, crawling inside the makeshift dog house with him. "You gotta hide me, man, I've got boobs."
Dog took a curious sniff of the woman crowding into his space. The smell was apparently satisfactory, because in the next moment he was hiding Dean and his boobs from the world.
"Finally," Dean muttered, and shoved a hand down his own shirt.
He was trying not to focus overmuch on the fact that they weren't terribly large, and concentrate rather on the fact that he had them in the first place.
Close to hyperventilating in the bed next to Angua, Dean considered how much he'd had to drink the night before. No more than any other night, he reasoned, and he hadn't run afoul of any witches or hoodoo priests on the way back from the Hub. So.
"Aw, what the fuck!" Dean finally grunted, wincing when it came out more of a shriek. He slid out of the bed on limbs that were still blessedly long, if suddenly much thinner, and hightailed it out the front door.
"Shove over," he ordered Black Dog, crawling inside the makeshift dog house with him. "You gotta hide me, man, I've got boobs."
Dog took a curious sniff of the woman crowding into his space. The smell was apparently satisfactory, because in the next moment he was hiding Dean and his boobs from the world.
"Finally," Dean muttered, and shoved a hand down his own shirt.