Sarah’s Morning

Sarah awoke groggily the next morning, sunlight beaming through her window onto her eyes. Memories of last night nothing more than a haze.

Yawning, she got to her feet and made way for her bathroom, looking herself over in the mirror. Just her sleeping shorts were on, while her breasts hung free from the confines of a bra. The odd part? They were much more defined than she remembered

“Huh…”

She brought her hands up, gently cupping both her breasts and gingerly bounced them.

“They don’t feel any bigger.”

She let go of her boobs, washing her face and going through the morning ritual almost every human went through till she eventually found herself in front of her wardrobe.

She selected light-grey sweatpants, a lace bra and a black shirt.

Putting on the sweatpants was no struggle, however the moment she brought the bra in front of her breasts her chest lurched away from it causing her to stumble for a second.

“What the-?”

Holding her balance she attempted to put her bra on again only to have her chest shove itself backwards with much more **** than last time, knocking her onto the ground.

“What is going on!?”

That's when she heard a sigh ring out across her room.

“We don’t want that thing on us, Sarah.”

She looked down at her chest, watching her boobs lightly twitch and bobble all on their own. She got up slowly, finding a mirror and examining her tits. Just like in the bathroom, nothing seemed out of the ordinary… that was until she saw the mouths underneath her nipples, both of which were frowning at her.

“No fucking way…” she said more to herself but her tits responded to her anyway.

“Uh, yes fucking way. No bras, Sarah!” Her right boob spat aggressively.

She was taken aback at her own boob’s aggression toward her but she held her ground.

“This isn’t real…you’re not talking...”

Her left boob gently nudged her arm, rubbing itself softly in what Sarah thought was suppose to be a soothing gesture.

“Sarah, babe. This is real. We are your boobs and we are talking.” She felt Leftie plant a kiss on her arm. “Just take a deep breath and listen to us.”

Sarah yanked her arm away from her boob’s mouth. “Listen to you? You’re my tits! This is insane!”

Sarah ran for her bra and was about to clasp it over her boobs before she felt her nipples become erect. She let out a gasp as they started vibrating causing her to fall on her back, writhing in uncontrollable pleasure.

“Nnnnnngh. S-Stop!”

Rightie started laughing “Who’s in charge?”

“Y~you are...” she whispered.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you! What are we?” Rightie yelled.

“Y-you! My boobs! My tits! You’re in charge!” Sarah cried.

Her nipples ceased their motions.

“Damn that felt good!” Rightie exclaimed. “Now, put those hands to good use and give us a good fondle you little slut.”

Sarah complied, not wanting her boobs to become hostile against her. She reached up and started groping her own tits, as per their instructions.

“That’s a good girl.” Rightie cooed.

“Rightie, you need to calm down.” Leftie tried to reason.

“Calm down? Sarah has been neglecting us for far too long.” The tit pushed itself into Sarah’s hand, grunting. “And I’m going to make sure this little slut gives us all the attention that we deserve…”

Sarah’s breath was shaky as she sat up, wondering what her tits had in store for her down the line.