Meanwhile...

On the upper floor of her townhouse, ironically placed just outside of town, Evelyn stood looking at herself in a full length mirror she had in her bedroom. That by itself wasn't very unusual, she looked at herself almost every day, whether to apply her makeup, do her hair, or check her teeth. Nor was it unheard of for her to look at herself nude, as she knew she had a fairly good body and was rather proud of it, especially her very large breasts, which were firm, and had just enough sag to them to make sure the few people who saw them bare would know that they were real. What was very unusual was the glare she was giving her traitorous body, holding her hands firmly down at her sides, her hands balled into fists.

Stupid Mathew, why did he have to pick that one? If he had picked either of the other options he described to her, she would have been able to stay mad about it, maybe even find a way to actually discipline him for having that godforsaken app out while he was at work. But this? She shook her shoulders, watching her breasts start bouncing around like they were made out of jell-o, continuing for a good 10 seconds or so after she stopped moving. That was annoying, especially with the fact that they were doing that when there shouldn't be any possible way for them to move at all, but she could deal with it. On the other hand...

She gave another little shake, setting them about into motion again, then steeled her nerves, and focused hard on one thought, Grab, don't play! And before she could let her mind wander, she pulled her hands up and tried to grab at her breasts to stop them.

They stopped all right, but as soon as her hands made contact, her fingers found her nipples and started to pull. Evelyn let out and involuntary gasp at that, which turned into a low moan as they proceeded to pull and tug on her nipples, one after the other. After a few seconds, she pulled her hands away, forcefully enough to set her breasts bouncing around again, and this time glared at them.

Evelyn had always considered herself a fairly authoritative person, even in the bedroom. She was usually the dominant partner, and she liked it that way. She had known how much she liked having her breasts played with since her first boyfriend back in high school, but she had found a way to turn that into dominance as well. That all changed with Arthur, though. She met him first year of college, and they had hit it off pretty well. He was a bit more rough than her previous partners had been, and it was with him she learned that there was one thing that would just make her melt into a submissive puddle on the ground. Pulling her nipples (not just tugging, but a firm pull) just felt so good that it was hard for her to even think coherently afterwards. It was a good thing Matt had turned around when he showed her what he had done to her, otherwise he would have seen just what it does to her.

After giving herself a few moments to calm down and catch her breath, she turns and heads to her bathroom, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step. There was one thing she could do that would hold them still, she was sure of it! After rummaging around for a while, she found it; a roll of an ace bandage. She proceeded to wrap it around her chest, as tightly as she could manage. She would figure out how to explain her sudden loss in size if she needed to, but she had to find a way to stay in control, there has to be a way to beat this! Tying it off, she steps in front of her bathroom mirror, and grimaces. She could probably pass for a C cup doing this, but now for the moment of truth. She bounces up onto the balls of her feet and back down, only for her jaw to drop as she realizes she can still see her breasts bouncing, even through all this binding! _How?? There shouldn't be any way they can move at all!_ Glaring at herself in the mirror, she's tempted to just cut the useless bandage off, but she forces herself to unwrap it and roll it back up properly, putting it back in with her other medical supplies.

Dejected, she goes to lie down on her bed, hoping that maybe this has all just been a dream, and when she wakes up it will have never happened. However, all the time she has spent with her nipples has left her with a very deep ache down below. It doesn't help that the last time she had sex was six months ago, with her then-fiancée. Two days after that, she walked in to find him balls deep in some tramp, and had sent him packing. He was lucky she had even let him get his pants back on before throwing him, and his stuff, out into the street.

She tossed and turned for a while, trying to ignore it, but eventually she can tell that she's not going to be able to fall asleep until she deals with it. Closing her eyes, her hand slowly drifts down to lightly play with her clit, her other hand going up and squeezing and rubbing her breast. It seems like if her intent isn't holding them still, she can still do what she wants with them. She starts going a little harder on her clit, her other hand pulling on her nipple the way she involuntarily was all afternoon, and it isn't long before she can feel the pressure building up within her. She slides a finger inside, the heel of her hand still rubbing at her clit. She bites her lower lip as she starts to get close to the edge, her fingers picking up their pace, and her other hand moving back and forth between her nipples, before giving out a strangled cry as she can feel herself go over the edge.

Laying in bed afterwards, her final thoughts before she drifts off to sleep are How in the hell am I going to deal with this?