The constant arousal was making it hard for you to think straight, and you rested your head on yourself as you tried to think. "I love how big I am now..." you say quietly, in a daze. As you gently caressed yourself, your mind wandered back to something you saw in the mirror. Your nipples, didn't they have holes in them? You rolled back slightly, exposing your large pink nipples to your eyes. You did indeed! Two barely noticeable divots in their centres. You gave one a gentle poke, shivering at the sensual feeling. You could probably fit something in them. There was a pen on your desk, maybe that would work. You pick it up, and position it over one of your nipples. Wait, wasn't that pen important? You were pretty much thinking with your boobs now, and didn't pay attention to the fact that you needed the pen. You took a deep breath, and stabbed inwards forcefully. "AHHHHHHH!" You screamed in exctasy and pain as the pen forced you open wider than you should be. You continued to push, the pen opening you as you worked it further into yourself. Both hands were at it now, pushing it further and further. Your nipple was stretched tight around the circumference of the pen. Finally, it slid inside your tit, and fall forward onto your desk, screaming as the force imbeds it further into your breast the you would ever manage on your own. You drooled on yourself, revealing in the experience of having a foreign object in your soft orb like body. You wish you had another, so your other half. You hear a smash as the box falls to the floor, irreversibly damaging itself. The damaged device would now not let you return to your original form, but you could make your body more feminine. You obviously did not notice this, and started experimentally squeezing yourself to see if you could feel the pen. Smiling, you realised you would never be able to get it out again without getting it surgically removed. This aroused you greatly, and you stiffened even further. With a start, you realised you were refering to yourself as if your boobs were the core of your body, almost as if you were subconsciously alknowledging what you had become. Now stuck with a pussy, a huge rack with a pen in it, and a confused sense of self, you considered what to do next.