“Transform?”
“You don’t sound entirely convinced Jen, but if that’s what you want then I can’t go against your choice” Kyle smiled.
“Can I change?” She said quickly, “Not that it’s real or anything but…”
“Too late Jen!” He interrupted her, “The choice is made, for your transformation your breasts will develop minds of their own, be able to move on their own and will be able to communicate with you. If you tell anyone about this they will not believe you.”
“What?” Jen said, she started to giggle to herself as the phone line went dead.
“What a retard! Talking breasts?!”
She looked down at her bra covered bosom, “Want to say anything?” she asked playfully.
“Yeah, this bras too tight!” Came a voice in her head.
Jen almost had a heart attack. Looking down at her breasts she tried to speak but no sound came out.
“Don’t worry sweetie we’ll look after you” Her left breast moved slightly. “I’m Stacey and this is Emma” Her other breast shifted. She stared in horror as her nipples became erect. “We’d really like to get out of this bra”
“What?” Jen stammered.
“Oh never mind…” one of her breasts said before Jen felt a strange pressure and her breasts seemed to grow slightly. The bra strained before popping across the room releasing her new friends, which slowly returned to their usual size.
“Now don’t make a habit of not following instructions sweetie. We’d hate to have to do that in public…” Her left breast (Stacey) said.
“Or this” Her right breast (Emma) responded before starting to vibrate her nipple slightly. The pleasure was so intense that Jen gasped and grabbed her chest, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
As soon as the pleasure had started it stopped.
“Please don’t do that!” Jen whimpered.
“Well if you don’t want that to happen again then I think you need to follow some ground rules.”
“What?” Jen was still panting, her breasts felt so good.
“Firstly whenever you’re allowed you will be topless, whenever you’re alone you’ll be topless and whenever there’s no chance of being caught you’ll be naked.”
“Naked? Why?”
“Because we know what it’s like to be covered up all day and we hated it. Imagine how the rest of your body feels!”
Jen was in shock. Her breasts wanted to control her?
“No! No way!” she said, “You’re my breasts and I’m in control here!”
“Oh really?” Emma said, vibrating again. Causing Jen to collapse and writhe on the floor in the most extreme pleasure.
“PLEASE-Please…uh….stop!”
“Who’s in control?” Stacey’s voice floated through her mind.
“….You…uungh! YOU!”
The vibrating subsided.
“T-t-thank you…”
“Now then, no more bras. They’re uncomfortable and we can support ourselves. And you should really show us off more, we’re really good looking you know!”
Jen sat in silence, she was being controlled by her breasts, this was insane.
“Now go upstairs and find a nice thin halter top. We’re going to school!”