I quickly remembered what had befallen me the previous day when I awoke to the immense weight on my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw how my new breasts’ soft masses had spread wide across my torso, some even flowing up towards my face. There was a dull ache in my spine brought on by sleeping on my back.
Sighing, I rolled onto my side. Tit flesh poured off my chest, pulled downwards by gravity until it splashed onto the mattress beside me. It was instant relief for my back. Strangely the weight of one breast ontop of the other wasn’t unpleasant as I lay there, but the sensation of any breasts hanging from my chest at all was completely unwelcome!
I lay there for a few minutes longer, thinking back on the events of yesterday before resigning myself to the fact I had to get up eventually. Heaving myself out of bed, I managed to stand and walk to the foot of the frame before stumbling backwards onto the mattress, still not used to my new centre of gravity. Sighing, I looked down on a view I would’ve killed to see on someone else – a deep valley of soft mountainous cleavage filled my view. Moving my arms underneath them, I squeezed slightly, causing them to press closer together as they lifted forwards from my belly, only enhancing my aerial view.
I smirked slightly at how I was putting on my own show. It didn’t last long though, as the thoughts that I was stuck in this voluptuous body set in once again.
