The bouncy mounds leapt onto the chest of Nancy, who was still staring in bewilderment. By the time she had any semblance of a response, it was already too late.
Her blouse, shirt and bra were all singed away by the backsides of the two breasts. She recoiled briefly before being knocked to the floor. She didn't need to feel the chest area to know that she would be becoming fond of the talking tits.
What she didn't expect, however, was that her pre-existing, modest B cup breasts would be pushed downward by the large D cups.
"Shit, I'm gonna be such a freak," Nancy gasped as the belittled breasts finally found their place underneath the assailant assets.
When the breasts settled, gears in Nancy's mind and body shifted, and she became calibrated to her new center of gravity.
She shuffled quietly to the sofa, and began contemplating what to do...