Something soft is pressing against my face.
That's the first thing. Before I open my eyes, before I know where I am or how I got here. Just warmth. Squishy warmth smooshed right up against my mouth. I nuzzle into it because I'm still half asleep and it smells so nice. Vanilla and something sweeter. Like skin.
My lips part against it and there's this tug in my belly. This urge. Like my mouth knows what to do before my brain catches up.
I almost start to suck on it.
What the heck?
My eyes snap open.
That's not a pillow.
That is a boob. A very large, very round, very real boob right up against my open mouth. The nipple is pink and puffy and right there and I jerk back so fast I almost hurt myself.
"Mmm." The boob moves. Because it's attached to a person. A person who's stretching and yawning and blinking at me like this is totally normal.
"Katherine?"
She giggles. Both boobs jiggle. They're huge. Like, impossibly huge.
"It's Kiki, silly!"
I stare at her. I know her. From... somewhere with desks. A classroom? She said something mean to me once. Something about my... my paper? My thesis? She was smart. She was really smart. Sharp eyes and a sharp voice and she made me feel stupid.
But the girl looking at me doesn't look like that girl. She has her face. Her cheekbones. But her eyes are wider now. Emptier. Her hair is way blonder. Her lips are bigger and pinker and she's smiling at me with this sunny, vacant warmth that makes my skin prickle.
"My name is Gabrielle," I say. Or try to say. What comes out is: "My name is Gabri— Gabrie— Gab—"
The syllables tangle on my tongue. Too many of them. Too long. I try again. "Gabri-elle." Slow and clumsy. Like I'm sounding it out.
"See? Gabby!" Kiki beams like I proved her point. "That's what I said!"
No. No, that's not— I'm Gabrielle. I've always been Gabrielle. I corrected a professor on the first day because he called me Gabby and I told him my name was Gabrielle and I'd appreciate it if he used all the syla... syl... s.
What?
I sit up. And the world shifts.
There's so much weight on my chest. I look down and the breath punches out of me.
Those aren't my boobs.
Those can't be my boobs.
My boobs are a B cup. A normal, reasonable B cup. These are— I don't even know what these are. They're massive. Spilling over my arms. Heavy and warm and so round, nipples pink and stiff in the cool air.
When I sit up they bounce.
They actually bounce.
And I can feel it all the way down to my—
No.
"These aren't mine." My voice comes out high and thin. I grab them. Mistake. The second my fingers touch them a jolt rips through me and I gasp and yank my hands away. They're so sensitive. And the jolt goes straight down between my legs where I'm suddenly, horribly aware of how wet I am.
"These aren't real!" I'm louder now. Heart hammering. I look around and I don't recognize the room. Pink walls. Soft lighting. A bed that's way too big, covered in silky sheets that feel all slick against my bare skin.
I'm naked. When did I get naked?
"These aren't—" I cup my hands under them and they're so heavy. They're warm and full and they move when I breathe and I can feel my heartbeat in my nipples.
You're not supposed to feel your heartbeat in your nipples.
"Aww, Gabby." Kiki scoots closer. Her face is so gentle. "It's okay! Those are just your boobies."
"They're not my boobies! I don't have— I've never—" I'm sputtering. My chest is enormous and I can't remember how I got here and my name has too many syllables and nothing makes sense.
"Shh. Shh shh shh." She puts her hands on my shoulders and eases me back against the pillows. Her touch is warm and some terrible traitorous part of me relaxes into it immediately. "It's okay. I can help."
"Help how?" My voice cracks.
She doesn't answer with words.
She lowers her head and her lips close around my left nipple and my entire body arches off the bed.
"Oh my— what are you— stop—"
But "stop" dissolves halfway out of my mouth because her mouth is hot. Wet. She's sucking and each pull sends something through me. Something that starts in my nipple and sinks down through my belly into my brain. Warm. Heavy. Filling up the spaces where my thoughts are supposed to be.
"These aren't real," I whimper. But my hand is already on the back of her head. Not pushing her away.
Holding her there.
"They're not— I didn't always—"
She sucks harder and my eyes roll back.
The warmth spreads. It fills my head. The panic starts to feel far away. Like it belongs to someone else. Someone who worried about stuff. Someone who had a... a spreadsheet?
What's a spreadsheet?
The thought drifts past and I don't grab it. Grabbing things is hard.
Kiki's mouth is easy.
She switches to my right nipple and I moan. It's a dumb sound. A slutty sound. The kind of sound I would have been all yucked to make yesterday. But my titties are so big and so sensitive and her mouth is so warm and each suck pulls another thread out of me.
"They're not..." I try again. But the sentence has no ending. My titties are right there. I can see them. They're heavy and round and Kiki is sucking on them and it feels so good and maybe...
Maybe they've always been this big?
No. That's not right. I remember being flat. Flatter. I remember—
Kiki's tongue swirls around my nipple and the memory pops. Just gone.
"See?" she murmurs against my skin. "Your boobies are like, so perfect. They just needed some love!"
"They're so big," I whisper. It's not a complaint anymore. I don't know what it is. My titties are big.
That's just how it is.
I feel like I'm floating. Every thought that tries to form just dissolves. I should be scared. I think I was scared a minute ago.
But scared is so far away and Kiki is so close and my titties feel so good.
She kisses down between them, nuzzling into my cleavage, and I giggle. It's a sound I don't recognize. High and bubbly.
Then she keeps going lower.
Her lips trail down my stomach. I know where she's going. Some dim part of me knows and that part is trying to say something.
But my legs are already opening.
"Kiki..." I breathe.
She settles between my thighs and looks up at me. She licks her lips. "Just let me make you feel good, Gabby. You totally deserve it."
Do I? I can't remember what I... there was something with grades? The details are slippery and her breath is warm against my thigh and I can feel how wet I am. My pussy is throbbing. It's never throbbed like this before.
The first touch of her tongue makes me cry out.
She licks up my pussy and my whole body shudders. My hands fist in the sheets. My titties bounce and even that feels good. Every part of my body is all sparkly.
"Oh God." My voice is wrecked. "Oh God oh—"
Her tongue is on my clit and it's not enough. My hips buck up, chasing her mouth, and she puts a hand on my stomach to hold me down.
"Please," I beg. I don't know what I'm begging for.
More. Everything.
Her tongue pushes between my folds and she licks into me and my toes curl. She eats my pussy like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted.
I'm making sounds. Stupid sounds. Whimpery gasping sounds. My thighs are shaking around her head. My fingers are in her hair. My titties are heaving and I can see them bouncing and some tiny voice in the back of my head says those aren't yours, you used to be sm—
Kiki sucks my clit and the voice goes quiet.
Just her mouth and my moaning and how wet I am. I can hear how wet I am. It makes me wetter.
I'm close. So close. Everything is getting tighter and tighter—
She pushes two fingers inside me and curls them up.
White explodes behind my eyes. My body starts to shake and I can't breathe and I can't think and my pussy is clenching so hard around her fingers and it just keeps going and going.
I cum so hard something in my brain just lets go. Like a fist that's been clenching for years finally opening up.
And what rushes in isn't thought.
It's warmth. Pink, dizzy warmth. Like sinking.
Like nothing.
I lie there panting. Twitching. My pussy is still clenching around her fingers and each little spasm sends another ripple of that warm empty feeling through my head.
I can't think.
Like, I actually can't think right now.
It feels amazing.
Kiki crawls up beside me. Rests her head on my shoulder. Her fingers trail around one of my nipples and I shiver and press into her touch.
"Are your boobies okay now?" she asks.
I look down at them.
Big. Round. Heavy. Mine.
They've always been mine.
Haven't they?
The question floats past and I don't chase it. Chasing things is hard. Lying here is easy. Kiki is warm and my titties are pretty and my pussy is still humming and everything is soft and good.
"Yeah," I murmur. My voice sounds different. Lighter. Breathier.
"Yeah, they're... they're really good."