Hannah and Her Newly Sentient Breasts

Things couldn’t be any better for Hannah. 22 years old and killing it as a barista, living in her own apartment with a car readily parked on the road. She had looks, and more street smarts than smarts. Physically? Long black hair cascaded down her shoulders. Piercing brown eyes with cute freckles just underneath them. Breast size was easily a D Cup, and she loves to flaunt her perky girls. Waist was curvy enough, and her legs perfectly complimented her height; cute and sexy.

“Yes!” Hannah’s hushed cheer filled the booth she sat in.

Her shift had ended a few minutes ago and she’d been meaning to check her emails for any confirmation on the red lingerie set she ordered in the morning. So, still at work and occupying an empty booth with a takeaway cup still steaming on the table, she read that it was set to arrive in a few days. Hannah smiled, brushing a strand of her hair out of her eyes and gently tightening her ponytail-styled hair. She looked down at herself. Her dark-red polo shirt with a few of the buttons conveniently undone so her boobs could breathe a little, tucked into her black belt-held skinny jeans, leading down to her red hi-top converse shoes.

And she envisioned what the lingerie set would look like on her.

“God…” she whispered, biting her lip at the idea that she’d get to wear it for some lucky dude… if said lucky dude were to appear out of thin air considering her luck with men wasn’t all too great despite everything she has going for her. Regardless, she felt a wave of excitement was over her. And oddly enough, her nipples got hard as her breasts slightly wobbled abnormally within her top.

A small gasp escaped her mouth when she looked down and saw that her nipples had gotten erect. They were clearly visible, too.
“What the hell?!” Hannah thought. She looked around her, wondering if anyone noticed. She felt her cheeks heating up a little. Her breasts had never done that before, and they were always sensitive, but never had her nipples just become erect on their own, let alone her move the way they had.

“Maybe I’m just excited and the coffee isn’t mixing well…” she pondered.

Shaking her head, Hannah slid out of the booth and grabbed her coffee before yelling, “See ya next week, Zac!”

Zac, Hannah’s 21 year old coworker and good friend poked his head from behind a wall and called out to her, giving a salute. He was a cutie and Hannah would have gone for him if he wasn’t with his current girlfriend. He always complained about her, so it was a mystery as to why they still dated.
Regardless of how she felt, she still considered him a good friend and returned the salute before walking out, starting the small trek home. And since home was only a few blocks away no car was needed. A workout and a money-saver in one.

She walked, enjoying the scenery, the fresh air and the occasional chilly breeze. It was late afternoon, so the sun was starting to set, a sight that was perfected by being near the beach. It was a gorgeous orange glow, and the ocean had the most beautiful sparkle to it.
It didn’t take long for Hannah to get home, walking past her cheap but fun and sleek car and bee-lining it for the entrance. She took her time walking up the stairs to her second-story apartment and opened the door. She dropped her keys in a small bowl by the door and kicked off her shoes.

Hannah had been living alone since the age of 19. The studio apartment was big enough for her needs, but still had room for her friends to stay the night if need be. It had everything she wanted, the kitchen and the living room were right there when you walked in, a bathroom with a shower and a decent sized closet. And the coolest part was a staircase that led up to two bedrooms, one was for her to sleep in and the other was designed to be a games room. The stairs were at the far back of the apartment, just across from the front door and to the right, while the kitchen was to the left. It was a bit small, but the rent was reasonable and Hannah wasn't bothered by it.

Hannah took a breath, the smell of her pantry and small potted plants on the windowsill filled the room. She placed her bag down and her coffee on the dining table before removing her socks and tossing them in the wash basket like a basketball. She let her hair down and stretched out, looking up at the ceiling and groaning. The sound of her stomach growled and she chuckled, grabbing her coffee and moving to the kitchen.
She went straight for the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing a premade sandwich.

“Thank you, past me!” she exclaimed to herself.

She took a bite out of the sandwich and walked over to the dining table, plopping herself down in the chair and pulling out her phone. She opened a new browser and typed in her favourite online car-part store. Adding to her list of hobbies was being a car enthusiast, and she loved working on her own build. She owned an early 2000’s car from a Japanese manufacturer, a perfect base for adding both performance and aesthetic parts. And right now she was looking for a new set of wheels. She was leaning towards a set of 18-inch rims, and had narrowed her search down to five choices. She had a few more things to add before she made the purchase, so she put her phone down and took another bite. She washed the food down with her coffee and sighed.

As she stared off into space, she felt her breasts jiggle slightly.

“Fuckin hell… what’s going on with these today?” Hannah said to herself.

She looked down and saw her nipples once again erect and poking through her shirt. She could feel the sensation of her tits moving a bit more than normal. She sighed, getting up and closing her curtains before sitting back down and unbuttoning her polo fully. Pulling the top off and simply throwing it to the side, Hannah looked down and examined her breasts which seemed to have settled after removing the shirt. Until she felt her breasts perk up and begin pressing against her bra.

“Weird… whatever.” she sighed, trying her best to ignore whatever was going on.

She got up and took her phone and sandwich and made her way up the stairs, entering the bedroom. Her bed was a king single, which she loved since she was used to sleeping alone. Her room had a bunch of posters of movies and music and the occasional video game poster. The most eye-catching thing was the large glass sliding door leading out to a small balcony. She looked out, seeing the sun lower further, making the sky a bright orange with the clouds a pinkish hue. It was gorgeous. She took a bite of her sandwich, looking out at the sunset before sitting on her bed and pulling up her phone. She began to research the different rims, and how well they matched up with her car.

Suddenly she felt her upper body yank itself forward. Her sandwich almost fell but her phone slipped from her hand and hit her mattress. And not two seconds later did she hear a muffled feminine voice call out in annoyance.

“Anytime you wanna let us out would be nice, babe…” the disgruntled voice spoke with a level of sass that would rival a bratty mean-girl.

Hannah was stunned, frozen in place. “Wha- who’s there?”

She heard the voice mumble something else, coming from within her bra, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then a second muffled feminine voice, but not as bratty says,

"Hey, could you take your bra off, please?"

Hannah shook her head, "Excuse me, what the fuck?!"

"Look, it's cramped in here and this isn't really comfortable, so do you mind?" She felt her left breast defy gravity and lift itself slightly.

“No! This is crazy!” Hannah yelled.

"Oh my God, can you please shut up and stop wasting time!"

"I- wait, what the-!" Hannah felt her breasts begin to heave up and down, almost like they were being groped.

“Shoulda listened…” the calm voice said.

Hannah felt her nipples go erect again, and a moan escaped her mouth as her breasts began to massage themselves. She could feel invisible hands squeezing the soft skin of her breasts and her nipples tweaked and twisted on their own. She gasped, and a shudder of pleasure ran through her.

"Ahh... fuck..." Hannah moaned, as her breasts groped themselves. She felt body shudder as she closed her eyes, trying to fight the sensation, but it was a losing battle.

"You like that?" The bratty voice cooed.

Hannah was panting. "F-fuck you..."

"Bet you'd like this more, huh?" The calmer voice spoke, giggling to itself.

Suddenly her nipples flicked and her tits bounced a little.

Hannah moaned and nodded. "Ohh, shit..."

Her breasts suddenly stopped. "So, are you gonna cooperate now, babe?" The bratty voice asked.

"Fuck…just... just give me a minute..." Hannah responded.

She was trying to regain her composure, her breathing was heavy. "What the hell just happened?”

“Shit, babe. You’re pretty slow tonight.” the bratty voice scoffed.

Hannah ignored the insult. And before she could respond, the calm voice spoke.
"Look, just take the bra off, honey.” the calm voice said.

Hannah looked at her breasts and groaned, not wanting to trigger them into another unwanted pleasure session. She reached back and unclipped the bra. Slowly she slipped it off and dropped it on her bed. She looked down and was surprised to see her breasts bounce a little on their own.

"Ahh, thank fuck. I was suffocating in there." The bratty voice said in relief.

Hannah then felt her breasts jiggle and bounce again, seemingly without any outside ****.

"Ah, much better." the calm voice said.

Hannah gasped as she watched her tits jiggle. "Who the fuck are you?!"

"It’s pretty obvious…." the bratty voice deadpanned. Her breasts then lifted themselves up before rubbing themselves together. Giggles met her ears and she felt them coming from within her breasts.

Hannah blinked, taking a moment to process the simple line of information. "What the fuck? No, no, no, no." Hannah shook her head. "There's no fucking way."

"You don't believe us, huh?" the bratty voice scoffed. "Okay, how else do you explain this?"
And without warning, Hannah's nipples were flicked. She flinched and yelped a little, the sensation felt good.

"Or this?" Her breasts began to jiggle up and down, pinching their nipples.

"Or, this?" Hannah moaned and leaned back on her bed as she felt her tits press together and bounce.

"Fuck, okay, okay, I believe you!" Hannah said, moaning loudly.

It was then she noticed that both of her breasts had a large set of lips directly underneath her nipples. No eyes or noses, just a mouth each. And they smiled and laughed, their teeth and tongues clearly visible. "What the fuck?! You have mouths?!"

The calm voice giggled, "You're welcome to use us anytime."

"I-I-I- no! Fuck you!"

The mouths on her boobs frowned. Her right breast, the calm voice, whined,
"Oh come on, we wouldn’t complain! We’re tits after all, pleasure is our game~"

"Y-You're crazy." Hannah stammered.

"Yeah, I bet you want us, don't you, slut?" The bratty voice taunted.

Hannah felt a wave of embarrassment and anger, and before she knew it, her left tit slapped itself, moaning in delight.

"Ahhh, yeah!" The bratty voice cried out, moaning.

Hannah bit her lip, trying her best to suppress the feelings of pleasure, "O-okay! Jesus, I get it."

"You can slap me anytime~" the calm voice spoke.