Drunk Tits at the Bar

At this point Lauren had stopped resisting as passerby’s would give her the oddest of looks for trying to pull away from some unknown assailant while simultaneously walking into where said assailant would be. And she couldn’t just tell them about her horny talking tits with minds of their own. She’d go from Maddington’s most recognisable lifeguard to it’s most delusional woman in under a second.

And because of this Lauren now found herself in her, and now her tits, favourite bar. She sat in a booth far from the other patrons with four shots of whisky sitting in front of her.

“What are you waiting for?” Lauren’s left breast wobbled in the tank top.

“Any day now, Honey. We’re getting parched.” Her right breast quietly said.

Lauren sighed.

“No. I cannot believe I’m in this situation, and I refuse to go any further.”

Lauren heard her tits laugh among themselves.

“We’re giving you the choice to do as we say without raising everyone’s attention. Now you can help us drink or everyone here is gonna bare witness to your ‘Loudmouth Tits’ .“ Her right breast spat.

Lauren watched in panic as her tits started to lift themselves out of the top. She reached up, trying to push them back in but it was hopeless as they would thrash around until they broke free.

Just before her tits we’re about to yell she conceded.

“Okay! I’ll do it! Just don’t do anything!” Lauren pleaded, whispering to her rogue tits.

Grins formed on both her boobs. They knew they had complete control over their owner.

“That’s a good girl” Her left breast kissed her hand.

“Our first night as free boobs should be celebrated! Before we have fun with some lucky guys cock of course....” Her right breast snickered.

Another sigh escaped Lauren’s lips as she picked up a shot glass in each hand and brought it to her overeager tits. She felt them perk up and gently pull toward the glasses. Once both breasts got their lips around it Lauren tipped the glasses.

She shuddered as she felt the liquid travel down through each breast.

“Another!” Both of Lauren’s breasts said in unison.

“You should wait a seco-“ Lauren was cut short by her right tit twisting it’s nipple. She stifled a moan.

“You don’t ask questions, bitch! Another!” Lauren’s left breast scolded her. She whimpered, bringing the next glasses to their mouths before emptying their contents.

A few minutes passed and Lauren could feel her boobs slowly warm a little. They even started to slur their words.

“It feels so good to be free~” Her left breast said.

“Yeah... no more being kept behind stuffy bras~” Her right breast agreed.

Lauren giggled, watching her tits gently sway side to side from the ****. Despite not actually drinking through her own mouth she could still feel the effects.

And she was a little buzzed.

Lauren gently cupped her tits, giving them a light squeeze.

“Lauren ~ we didn’t say you could touch us...” Her left breast hiccuped.

She groped her tits more firmly, not listening to their words.

“L~Lauren...listen to us...stop it...” Her right breast gently moaned.

Lauren’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she continued to fondle her own tits against their will.

“You’re my tits....and I’m gonna make you feel good...”

Lauren heaved her right breast up to her mouth, flicking the nipple with her tongue before biting down on it.

“Mhhh yeah, punish me Lauren...” Her right breast moaned.

“Fuck... keep playing with her...” Her left breast bit it’s lip, tweaking it’s own nipple to the sight.

“Lauren!?”

Lauren’s eyes shot open before she immediately shoved her tits back into her top. Turning to look at the male voice, she was met with a familiar face.

“Tom!?”