Lauren's orgy with...herself?

Lauren screamed and grabbed her breasts trying to get them to stop moving only to have them slip out of her hands.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!", he left breast yelled as it somehow extended like a tentacle and slapped her in the face.

"Ow! What the..." Lauren was cut off by her right breast.

"Yeah who said you could touch us like that? What are you some kind of pervert?"

"Wait, huh? You're my breasts! You are a part of me! How in the fuck are you even talking, or moving on your own for that matter?!", Lauren yelled.

"As far as the how goes, it's a long story, but that fact remains we may be attached but we're separate beings with feelings and you better start minding your boundaries. We happen to be in a relationship after all and we don't cheat", her left breast said.

"A relationship? With who?", Lauren asked almost scared to actually know the answer.

"Why, with each other of course. Before you woke up we were in the middle of something and we would like to resume if you don't mind", her right breast scolded.

"Yeah so keep your hands to yourself," her left breast demanded.

Lauren sat in stunned silence at her absurd situation, watching as her nipples changed again, except this time they changed into tiny vaginas instead of mouths. The nanites created tiny copies of the tongue in her vagina inside both of her breasts' new pussies. Once the change was complete her breasts began hungrily eating each other out.

"Oh, oh fuck please stop please stop please stop", Lauren chanted as her nipples now felt like super sensitive clits being rapidly licked and tweaked. The feeling was so intense she instinctively grabbed her breasts and pulled them apart.

"Hey! can someone help us please? This pervert won't quit getting handsy", her left breast pleaded. Just then a cheer-leading tank top that was sprayed by her breasts earlier popped out of a locker above and **** itself over Lauren's head.

"Hey..."Lauren said as she tried to scoot away, only now realizing that her leggings somehow held her legs still.

"Didn't the girls ask you nicely to stop touching them? Give them their privacy," commanded a feminine voice somehow coming from the tank top. A pair of white gloves floated out of the same locker and grabbed Lauren's hands, forcing them through the tank top straps allowing it to pull itself over her torso.

"Finally we're alone," her left breast sighed.

"Now where were we," her right breast cooed as they began eating each other out yet again. Lauren yelped at the sensation and yanked her hands free of the gloves only to have the tank top puff out and shield her breasts from her hands.

"I already told you, leave them alone!", the tank top yelled angrily.

"Please I can't take anymore, please stop!", Lauren pleaded as she tried to grab her breasts again by going under the tank top only to have the fabric cling to tight to her skin she couldn't get so much as a finger inside.

"Don't be so hard on her, she is all alone up there after all. She just feels left out", her vagina states as her leggins **** her legs behind her head again, bringing Lauren up close and personal with her horny pussy.

"What now?", Lauren cried.

"Honey don't be shy, I've been looking forward to this moment. I'm so thankful you do yoga and made yourself so flexible. Now I can finally show you my love", her vagina cooed as her legs wrapped around her head, pulling it closer. Lauren tried to scream as her vagina attacked her mouth, forcing it's tongue inside, swirling it around. Between the feeling of her vagina rubbing her clit on her chin and her breasts make shift sixty-nine session she was going insane, clawing at the floor unable to do anything but endure it.