Aisha headed back to her room after quickly brushing her teeth, and sat on her bed. She grabbed her phone, which she had placed on her nightstand whilst getting undressed, and instinctively went to set a timer on it for 7:30 AM. However, she remembered it was a Friday, and she could sleep in tomorrow. A sense of euphoria and bliss came over her upon realizing this, not unlike the kind one feels when taking socks off after a long day or receiving a decent paycheck.
Aisha placed her glasses and phone back on her nightstand (along with the locket, which she felt was her possession now, regardless of wenther or not it has helped her achieve this transformation), and walked over to her bed. She moved her Pokémon plushe’s onto the floor so she could get under the covers (giving Togepi a quick, tight hug before setting it down with its compatriots), took off her towel, placed it in the hamper along with her clothes, and got under her sheets, naked. Again, this was unusual for Aisha, as she had usually would wear underwear and pajamas before tucking in for the night. But her she was, bare as could be in her birthday suit, along with some modest improvements to her bust size. Maybe it was her finally getting fed up with people, maybe it was her getting fed up with her stuffy everyday life, maybe it as her newfound confidence in her new figure, or maybe it was all three.
Aisha cuddled into her pillow, smiling and getting ready for sleep. However, after six or seven minutes of being unable to fall asleep, Aisha sat up in her bed. She was used to sleeping on her side, but her new breasts got in the way of that. They felt squished up against her that way, and as a result derived her of the type of natural comfort she had grown accustomed to. Aisha sighed, and laid on her back. All good things do come at a price, she thought.
After three or so more minutes of staring up at the blurry ceiling, Aisha began thinking about tomorrow morning. What would Mary say? What would other people say? Was this really good? Was it bad? Was it neither, or maybe both? Aisha didn’t have the answers to any of these questions, so she remained staring up at her ceiling, her breasts hanging off opposite sides of her upper torso.
Bored and thinking back to how much fun she has had in the shower with them, Alisha lifted up her hands and began massaging her breasts. She started slow, giving soft, playful squeezes to each of them in unison, and then worked her way up to her nipples. Which she pinched with her thumbs and forefingers while tugging softly at them.
Her chest had never been as sensitive as this, and Aisha was quickly becoming accustomed to the new opportunities that were opened to her after today. Smiling, her eyes half-shit, she began rubbing both nipples in circles, sighing with satisfaction.
After such a hard day at work, she felt she deserved this.