A heavy tension hung in the air between Jen and Susan. Jen leaning in to whisper that last vital word. Susan, desperate to hear the climax of the story. Jen inhaled slowly, summoning up the will to say-
Thud Thud, the bus rumbled and bounced over another, especially large pothole. The passengers all bounced slightly in their seats, and swayed with the movement of the bus.
For Jen, whom was already having difficulty with her balance, and who was already in a precariously balanced posture, this especially aggressive bump was enough to push her entirely over. Her head toppled forward uncontrollably, and the rest of her torso was completely useless for catching herself. The awkward, heavy stick that was her spine and upper body had simply gone too close to toppling and then been shoved over the line.
One of her thighs nearly lifted off the seat, and she felt confused at the unexpected change in posture after the fall. Her face was pressed into something… hard but soft. Jen blinked awkwardly, first one eye, then the other. What was it her cheeks were rubbing against? It was soft, but her nose was bent back from something harder… She rolled her head slightly, still feeling the two soft things, but feeling a little less uncomfortable as she freed her nose. What was this?
“Are you enjoying yourself?”, Susan said, sounding strained but also mildly amused. Jenny rolled her head over, looking up, and pulling the rest of her body in line. Her hips twisted, and legs tugged up off the ground and over the seat. Jen’s eyes rolled over to see Susan’s hand gripping the back of the seat, and then swung the other way to see her other hand gripping the one in front of them. Both arms lead towards her, so that must mean her head was…
“Breasts!”, Jen yelped as recognition shot into her. Effort immediately coursed through her body, the tension starting at the base of her spine as her muscles flexed to try and pull her back upright. Her arms activated and reached forward, groping blindly as the muscles of her neck started to tense and her head started to lift off. She grabbed the back of the seat, and awkwardly flopped her body upright again.
Burning with embarrassment, Jen didn’t even look back as she said, “Look…just… act like I’m normal, like I didn’t say anything weird… at least for today.”
Susan, having pulled herself upright by that point, looked towards Jen and chuckled slightly, amused but not offended by the scandalous events that had just transpired. But then her eyes went askew. Her lips went slightly agape. Something felt… wrong. A shivering, tingling sensation permeated her head and in an instant sloughed down her throat and settled into her chest.
She blinked, and then blinked again. Her breath hitched. Her heart was beating as though it had resettled between her ears, while at the same time her ears felt a million miles away. She felt lightheaded. She felt woozy. She felt… soft? Soft in a way that was utterly alien to her, having spent her entire life feeling firm in comparison. It was as though any slight touch, any slight movement would send her jiggling, jostling, and shaking. A cold shiver ran through her body, fear. Her nipples pointed beneath her bra; which felt like it was smothering her.
“Ah…”, Susan gasped faintly. She bit onto her lower lip. Her two arms raised up, hands tensing in the air as she rolled her chest forwards. The sense of protruding forward was overwhelming, it was like she was hanging off of a cliff, except it was like her entire back was glued to it at the same time. She swallowed uncomfortably, her head felt too high. Her arms felt too high. The lightheaded feeling hadn’t subsided at all. She still felt her heartbeat pounding right behind her. The stress and anxiety making it worse. She curled her arms down, crossing them beneath her breasts and lifting them up. It felt relieving to be held steady.
There was a keen awareness of slight sweatiness. The soft yet tight fabrics of her bra and top around her. The prickly sensitivity of her nipples. She felt her shoulders jostling her around as they shifted, holding up the bra-straps that held her in place.
Terror gripped at her, but not a word slipped from her lips. What would she even say? She shifted her shoulders into a half-turn, pointing her chest towards Jen. She blinked, once, then twice, then languidly she turned her head. Jen was still completely closed off. Her head felt like it was a periscope sticking out of her shoulders.