Talking it out

After their little pitstop in the layby the rest of the trip had been pretty quiet, and barely ten minutes later his mum had turned into the carpark of the shopping center. Walking through to the shops had been both an event and humdrum; part of him was stunned at the sheer number of incredible bodies in barely any state of dress just openly wandering around; it was a buffet of all ripped muscles, huge packages, enormous tits and bubble asses straight out of a porn set! Another part of him was disappointed that it was so quiet at this time, and that there was only one couple fucking in the foodcourt.

Their wandering had taken them a fashionable clothes shop, and Terry had been relieved at the thought of some privacy, so had snagged a few random things headed to the changing rooms. On the way he saw a cute pink bra with the most gigantic cups he had ever seen hanging on a rack, and his hand was practically shaking as he reached out to pick it up.

Before now he had never even seen bra even a third of this size, and his cock throbbed a little at the fact that not only did they make them this size, but that he knew it was actually a little too small for him.

Snagging it like it was a lost treasure, Terry rushed into the changing area and darted into a stall.

Finally with some privacy, he slowly peeled up the tanktop he was crammed into and stood in awe at the sight of the huge, exposed breasts. They were so perfectly shaped that they almost looked photoshopped; the top curve of each huge beachball sphere level with his collarbone while the bottom was below his ribs, jutting outward in a mockery of gravity and topped with saucer-sized areolas. His cock throbbed and cunt burned as he slid his hands over the exposed flesh, turning from side to side infront of the mirror as he took in the sight of how his reflection was his own fantasy. Unable to resist, he finally hauled his hardening cock out of the fabric of his jeggings started to pump the girthy fucktool to the sight of his reflection.

“If you cum all over the mirror they'll make you pay for it.” said a voice, sending Terry spinning around on his heels and flailing against the wall as he looked frantically around the small cubicle to find its source.

“Yeah baby! Work that massive cock!” the voice said teasingly as his eyes darted all over, before finally landing on the mirror that was behind him a moment ago.

Terry's eyes widened when he saw his own reflection lounging against the side of the cubicle, an amused smile on her face as one hand worked her shaft and the other caressed a huge tit through the straining bra.

“What the fuck!?” he cried breathlessly,

“I'm Terri!” the blonde in the mirror answered sweetly, shifting her position in a way she'd honed over the years to cause maximum distraction as she let go of her extremities

“No, I'm Terry!” he shot back, shock momentarily overridden by surprise at the mention of his name.

“Yes, you're Terry. I'm Terri” the blonde answered.

He paused and blinked, his hand still slowly sliding up and down his length on autopilot at the sight of his “own” reflection. He took a breath.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked.

“You've had a multiversal consciousness transfer” the reflection of Terri said casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What?” Terry asked, still looking lost.

“A multiversal consc- Ugh.” Terri paused and took a breath, causing a hypnotising heave in her bra-clad chest as she tried to dumb it down for him. “Your brain ended up in my body.”

“What?” Terry asked again, unwittingly entering the tryouts to make the record for most uses of the word “What” in a conversation.

“Do they speak English in What?” Terri grinned, before holding a finger up in warning. “Don't you dare say “what” again motherfucker. We could get in trouble!”

“W- How?” Terry asked, quickly changing the question upon seeing the look in his reflection's eyes and deciding on a new tactic.

“Two extra-dimensional scientists messed up some work and shifted you into my reality by accident because they wanted to skip off for lunch.” she explained, as if it were the most common thing to happen.

“Wh-” he started again, but caught himself when the raising of an eyebrow promised the return of the angry look. “How do you know this?”

“Because it says so here” Terri said, extracting her phone from the depths of a bra cup and holding it up to the mirror. On the screen was a wall of text, and at the top the words “Chapter Eight” could be seen.

“What's that?” he asked, ignoring the glare that started with he said “what” but then dissolved back to a smug smile.

“The story.” Terri answered, still smiling

“Story?”

“This story, idiot!” The blonde playfully scolded. “The one that you and I are now in.”

“Stor...?” Terry started, before sighing and rubbed his eyes until pink and purple spots filled his eyes. This was insanity. He'd smacked his head or was dreaming or something. None of this is real he told himself reassuringly, doing his level best to ignore the feeling of his gravity-defying breasts between his elbows.

Nope, not real at all. A hallucination. Or a breakdown. Had to be!