Sarah finds herself in an odd situation

The supermarket was the last place Sarah thought she’d be given her ‘talking boobs’ problem. Yet there she was, standing in the cereal section dressed in grey sweatpants and a white tank top with no bra. The outfit selection made by her breast’s approval of course.

Sarah’s boobs had also perked themselves up making her cleavage almost completely unavoidable to any man who walked by. Not wanting to let her ‘girls’ get too much attention, or be outside her apartment any longer than she had to, she picked up a box of cornflakes before speed walking to the next item she needed.

“Slow down, Sarah honey. I’m checking out all the fine gentlemen we’re passing.” Sarah’s right breast whispered as it gently shifted in her top, causing more shoppers to stare at her bulging chest.

“Can you please stop moving around?” Sarah whispered to her tits.

Her left boob then started to bob lightly “Babe, we’re a pair of tits. Talking tits but still tits. Men drool at the sight of us. And now we get to do it the way we want to.”

Sarah’s nipples hardened in her top making her whine internally at what little control she had over her once quiet and non-talkative assets. It did give her more incentive to hastily finish her grocery shopping.

Sarah has noticed her breasts differing personalities develop further. The left’s voice was that akin to a party girl but was usually calm. While her right breast had more of a bratty and spoilt tone and doubled it with its commanding personality.

It was at this point Sarah had made her way to the milk section and had been standing there for a lengthy amount of time with no passerby’s as the section was in a secluded part of the store.

“You know, honey. You don’t need this fake processed garbage.” Sarah’s right boob lifted itself out of her top. It strained its nipple upward forcing her to bite her lip and stifle a moan. She watched her tit in the reflection on the milk fridge door, pondering how it came to this.

“I still can’t believe my boobs are talking.” Sarah sighed coming to the defeating realisation that her life may never be the same.

“I moved here in hopes of starting a new chapter in my life....not have my boobs start voicing their opinions and trying to control what happens next.”

Sarah’s left breast then lifted itself up and flopped out of the tank top joining its sister.

“Well we didn’t ask to be your tits and yet here we are.” Sarah’s left boob frowned at her.

Sarah gently brought her hands up to touch her boobs. As her hands neared she felt her boobs move away from them.

Sarah sighed “Girls please...” she held her hands out for her breasts.

Slowly Sarah felt them shift onto her hands adjusting slightly to get comfortable. Then she lifted them up to her mouth and planted a gentle kiss on them.

“I’m sorry...”

Sarah’s boobs were slightly taken aback. The left tit was the first to respond.

“Don’t worry, Sarah. It’s okay.” It smiles at her in the reflection.

“Ugh....bleh. Emotions.” Sarah’s right tit groaned.

Sarah felt her left tit sigh and lift itself off her hand before shoving itself into her right tit.

“Ouch! Okay! Okay!” Sarah’s right tit cleared it’s throat, an act she found quite cute all things considered.

“We are~ I mean... I guess... I guess we’re cool.” The right boob stuttered. Sarah noticed a hint of a smile in the reflection.

That’s when Sarah grabbed her right tit and brought it’s mouth up to hers before giving her boob a wet and sloppy kiss. And despite being taken aback for a moment her right tit took it as an opportunity to shove its tongue into Sarah’s mouth, frenching her.

In response Sarah moaned into her boob, tweaking it’s nipple. On the other side of her chest though, her left tit had expanded its nipple vibrating it gently as it watched from the reflection.

“I am immensely turned on and horny right now...” a bit of milk coming from her left tit’s nipple.

Parting lips Sarah gave her right tit’s nipple a quick flick with her tongue before sucking some milk that had come out from their frenching. It had let out a small moan at the action.

“Sorry...” Sarah said sheepishly

“It’s.... you know.... fine or whatever.” Her right tit said.

“Hey, I just have a question real quick.” Sarah asked.

“Shoot.” Both her breasts said in unison.

Sarah scratched her blonde hair lightly “How come you girls are alive and can talk now?”

Sarah’s boobs were quiet for a moment.

“We don’t know. For many years we’ve been unable to move or speak. Then all of a sudden last night we were able to move our bodies, talk and use words to express ourselves. Now we don’t have to be caged to bras.” Sarah’s left tit explained.

“Yeah, they’re pretty uncomfortable. Besides we can support ourselves.” Sarah’s boobs perked themselves back up, looking like a set of pornstar’s perfect tits.

“Besides we’re a petty good looking pair of tits you know!”

Hearing her own boobs boast about how perfect they were was a slight turn on for Sarah. But her attention was diverted to another persons reflection quickly approaching the milk aisle.

“Oh shit...” Sarah whispered, quickly grabbing her tits and shoving them back into her top. They protested a bit, bobbling around her top before Sarah told them to shut it.

The person had walked up next to her and looked at the milk fridges stock. It was a man dressed is similar attire to Sarah, baggy sweatpants and a red top.

“So many options to chose from...” He said out loud.

“Us included?”

The man turned to Sarah and gave her a confused expression “Sorry?”

Sarah stumbled for words “I~I uh... I meant that makes two of us.”

“Ah.” The man smiled, turning back to the fridge.

Sarah had gave the man a once over and swore she saw something near his crotch gently shifting about on its own. She shook her head slightly, turning her attention back to the fridge too.

Thinking she’d spent too much time staring at milk Sarah took a step toward the fridge when all of a sudden her boobs pulled themselves forward with ****, causing her to stumble before falling to the ground. She threw her hands out in front of her at the last second, breaking the fall.

“Are you okay!?” The man asked with concern, taking a step toward her.

Sarah turned around on the ground “Yeah...yeah I’m good.”

The man offered her a hand, which she gladly took.

“Thanks...”

That’s when she noticed the man slightly staring at her very noticeable breasts. That caused her to smile slightly.

“Do you like what you see?” Sarah said, squishing her boobs together slightly.

The man’s pupils dilated immediately “I n~no... that’s not-”

Sarah put a finger to his lips.

“Shhhh... it’s okay. My girls love when people give them attention...” Sarah smirked, watching the man become red in the cheeks.

“U~uh... you’re new to the town right? Moved into the apartment on Timberlane? I live in the apartment across from you and saw the moving van.”

“That sounds like me.” Sarah gave the man a smile.

“My name’s Sarah. Moved here straight from London. What’s your name?” Sarah asked.

“My name’s David.”