Her belly felt full. Both on the inside, with milk, and on the outside, with breasts. If you had asked her the day before what she expected to happen today… or even an hour before… nothing about this scenario would have sounded less than the height of absurdity. She had gone from a man to a woman, and from a woman to… whatever she was now. Boobs supposed that was still a kind of woman, eccentric though it was.
Staring at the temporarily exhausted and permanently freaky, yet extremely hot sight of Tits basking in the afterglow of her first post-transformation orgasm, Boobs felt strangely proud of her handiwork. Perhaps what they were doing wasn’t responsible; some of it definitely wasn’t intentional; although she didn’t feel like lingering on those thoughts at the moment. This was… probably permanent… but the consequences could be saved for later. Right now, all she cared about was the fact that this was very, very hot.
“Tits.”, Boobs whispered, staring at the girl before her. The ex-Sarah McMillian, now nothing more and nothing less than Tits. It was obvious that she hadn’t expected this, or wanted it. She did deserve it though, and she’d have to live with it regardless. The name suited her, Boobs thought. She’d get used to it with time.
Glancing over towards her hand, then past it, Boobs saw the stone on the floor. Reaching down, she picked it up. She looked at it, then back at Tits. Tits looked back at her, the stupor of her recent orgasm clearly waning.
“Hey…”, Tits said, frowning and staring at the stone. Even before she raised her arm to drunkenly grab at it, it was obvious that she would. Boobs barely even had to react to keep it away.
“I wish that Tits and I would speak exclusively in the third-person, and always from the perspective of our respective parts.”, Boobs wished.
Tits jerked in shock, her eyes snapping fully open and her body spasming as she tried to move. In-vain, as Boobs was still sitting on top of her.
“Boobs! What the fuck! Why would you do that?! Isn’t this humiliating enough already?”, Tits objected.
“Boobs further wishes that Boobs would always be hyper-aware of her own boobs, and Tits would always be hyper-aware of her own nipples.”, Boobs continued on, unbothered by her lover’s protests.
This time, they both felt a shock, and shuddered. It had already been true to an extent. Really, it was unavoidable: with such a radical change to their body, it was impossible not to fixate upon the feeling of having extra-large and extra-numerical breasts when she had previously had none. This was different though, the name-change debacle had given them a taste of it… but not a full serving. Now, however? It was as though the rest of her body was an afterthought. Her faculties hyper-focused upon her big, round, heavy tits hanging off of her in pairs. The cold air caressing them. The warmth of Tits upon them. The feeling of sweat. The milk engorging them. Her nipples crinkling with arousal. The slight swaying with her movements. Looking down, it was obvious that Tits was feeling something very similar, just slightly different.
Tits cringed, “Tiiiiits.”, she hissed out. “This feeling is going to drive Tits out of her mind! It’s so strong!”
It was, and it had also given Boobs one more bit of inspiration.
“Boobs also wishes that Tits would be forever known for her nipples, and ONLY her nipples; that people would be unable to remember or recognize anything else about her as being important. Boobs also wishes the same thing for herself, regarding her Boobs.”
