No, but actually Yes

At first it seemed her question didn't have the affect you were worried about. You didn't say yes immediately and you didn't lose complete control, you just looked down at your boobs. It didn't feel like something had taken control and made you look at them either, it felt completely normal to you. Even when you grabbed a handful of your own tit you didn't realize something had made you do that, it was only when you asked the follow up question that it became obvious.

"Do you think it would actually help?" You looked up at your clade, the giggle fits coming to a sudden end. "Really, do you think it could help?" The absurdity of your question hit everyone full ****, especially you.

"I...I suppose it couldn't hurt?" Michelle said uncertainty after a minute."Do you have that much trouble with them?"

"Yes! They always get in the way, getting a seatbelt on is a chore, if I so much as breathe wrong things get knocked over, and I run into so much with them I'm amazed I don't have a bruise! So if you have any idea that could help me get used to these massive tits I will try it I don't care!" What comes out of your mouth isn't a complete lie, you never thought boobs could be so much of a chore, it was the open invitation you had an issue with.

They all looked at each other, than at you, than at each other again, as if they could talk about it telepathically.

"Right, I'll let you all talk about it, so I guess I'll be in my room." You turn and walk out, than down the hall two doors to your room. You find yourself tossing your bag onto your computer chair before pulling off your shirt and taking off your bra. You take off your pants and than lay down in the middle of your bed, hands firmly on your tits.

It was then you got control back, a little bit. Basically you can move your hands anywhere on your breasts you want, you can put one at your belly button or over your head but very little else. You don't even have control over your mouth, though you can move your head to look at the top of the door and you can spread your legs. Obviously you keep your legs as close together as you can.

You lay there for a good while, occasionally switching which hand gets attached to your boobs, thinking that this time did seem a little different, but you're not sure how or why. You're way more horny now, so maybe the idea is to get you to jill off, but nothing else comes to mind. At the very least you want a fresh pair of panties after this.

With a gentle knock the door opened and you see...