Hannah’s Boobs Don’t Really Give Her a Choice

Hannah rolled her eyes and pulled off her jumper, placing it on the workbench and taking a step back. She then looked down and glared at her tits,

"You two happy now?"

"Very." her right tit smiled.

“Waaaay better than getting all sweaty.” Her left tit replied.

Hannah walked over to her toolbox and opened it, taking out a few items and placing them on the bench. She then opened the boot of her car and took all the boxes out, placing them to the side. Putting her hand on her hips, she huffed and looked down at her chest.

"So, you gonna tell me how the fuck you can talk or not?" Hannah asked, annoyed.

Her tits laughed, "Well, we could. But where's the fun in that?"

“Seriously! This isn’t normal. Boobs don’t talk!”

Hannah felt her right nipple twist itself, making her yelp a little,

"What the fuck?! Stop that!”

"What can we say? We're a nice pair of tits, and we like to get a little naughty… and I think you're into that, aren't you, Hannah?"

"N-no, I'm not. You're both freaks!"

"Come on, just admit it. You're a naughty girl, and you love to show us off. It makes you so wet~" her left tit said, seductively.

“Why else would you wear the tops that you do? Or order that lingerie set? You LOVE the stares we get. You LOVE it when they stare at us, you LOVE it when people stare at your big fucking titties.“ Her right breast bounced to emphasise it’s point.

Hannah grit her teeth. She still knew next to nothing about how her breasts started talking, and they certainly weren’t making the situation any easier. But all things considered, she was handling the situation decently. She felt her breasts’ mouths smirk, as if they had won the argument, but she refused to answer them.

Hannah reached into one of her pants’ many pockets and pulled out a Swiss knife, expertly cutting open the boxes.

“You’re pretty good with a knife, Hannah. I reckon those hands would be better used fondling us instead though…”

Ignoring her tits, Hannah cut open the rest of the boxes and wheeled them out onto the floor. She then pulled out her phone, connecting to the stereo and playing her music. The garage filled with a steady rhythm of heavy rock, which brought a smile to her face. At least something was normal about her current situation.

Folding the knife back, she placed it between her breasts, “Here. Make yourselves useful.”

Hannah watched as her breasts pushed themselves together and held the knife between them.

"We’ll take good care of it!" Her left tit spoke.

Hannah hummed in response to her tits and went back to the box, pulling out a jack, jack stands, and some other tools.

"So, are you ever gonna let Zac play with us?”

Hannah ignored her tits again, and went about putting the jack under the chassis, carefully placing the stands in place and tightening the clamps. She then placed the handle on the jack and started lifting the car.

"Oh, come on! You're no fun." her left tit whined.

"I'm having fun, actually. This is one of the few times I've had peace and quiet."
Hannah felt a pinch, followed by a light smack from her left tit.

"Ah! Quit it!"

"Make us. Let us see Zac. I'm sure he'd love to have a chat with us." her tits giggled.

"And why would I let that happen?"

"Because we're horny and we're not afraid to admit it. Unlike you."

"What is wrong with you two? Do you ever think about anything other than sex?"

"Nope." her tits laughed.

Hannah shook her head and went back to work, getting the car into the air, when her breasts continued,

"I think our owner needs a little lesson in how to have fun."

"Oh, absolutely. I think she needs to let loose a bit."

"You two are being ridiculous." Hannah replied, rolling her eyes.

"And you need to have some fun. Let us talk to Zac, and we'll be good, okay?"

"No way, you're both insane. You're my breasts for fucks sake. He’d probably pass out at the sight of you two talking!”

Hannah's left breast wobbled side to side,

"Come on, you're gonna make us cry, Hannah."

Hannah felt another pinch, "Stop. Picking. At. Me. My nipples are not toys, okay?“

“Technically they’re our nipples, hun.” her right tit chimed.

Hannah groaned, getting impatient, "Ugh. You are just impossible!"

"Just say yes, and we'll leave you alone."

"No."

Hannah walked back to the toolbox, looking for the impact wrench. After a few seconds, she found it and walked back to the car. She then crouched down and removed the wheel nuts, before removing the wheels. Not long after, all four wheels were off the car. Rolling the new wheels over to each corner, Hannah efficiently put the new set on her car, using the impact wrench to tighten the bolts before removing the jack stands and dropping the jack, lowering the car back to the ground.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Hannah scoffed, "You didn't do anything."

Hannah stood up and stretched, groaning a little. She took a second to look over her car, smiling to herself as she admired the fitment and colour of the wheels. With a sigh, she rolled the old wheels into a corner and stacked them in a tower, wiping her hands on her pants before yanking the folded knife between her breasts and pocketing it,

“Alright. The jumper goes back on, and we're leaving."

"What, why?!"

"Because I’m not about to get pulled over by a cop with my boobs out! This isn’t up for discussion.”

"Whatever..." her left tit complained.

Her right breast groaned, “Just because you become a demon when driving at night…”

"Yeah. I know."

Hannah grabbed her jumper and slid it on, her tits pouting as they were covered up.