WARNING: The following story is fetish smut, made for perverts who enjoy natural body magic/detachment/disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
SECOND WARNING: The following story is a late Christmas Story, so if you are not in the holiday mood, be warned.
“Oh, thanks!” Tina said, smiling appreciatively as she held up the sweater.
“Something wrong? I thought ‘No Buddy of No Body Nobody’ was like, your favorite band ever?” Josiah asked, seeing a hint of disappointment behind his girlfriend’s terrible poker face.
“It is, I love it!” She said. A second later she opened her mouth again and a noise came out, but her mouth snapped shut before that noise could become a word. She set the sweater aside with her other gifts and army crawled under the tree to grab the final box, tucked into the corner of the room like it was trying to go unnoticed in its shoddy dark green wrapping paper, without so much as a bow. Dragging the weighty box out, Jenna saw her name scrawled in barely legible pencil. "This from you?"
"Partially." Josiah said, suppressing a laugh.
Tina's eyes narrowed, glaring at him as she took hold of the flaps of the wrapping paper without begging the unwrapping process. "If a bunch of snakes or something shoot out of this box, I'm going to pile drive you."
"Close, but actually it's spiders." He said, this time his joke obvious.
Tina unwrapped the gift cautiously, not convinced this wasn't a double subversion and there really were a bunch of spring loaded spiders ready to be flung into the face of the creepy-crawly-phobic little woman. Not that that was his style, Josiah had pulled a practical joke exactly zero times ever, but Josiah hadn't been acting himself all month. He hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season, yet this year he'd seemed oddly giddy, and on this Christmas morning he'd bounded out of bed in a beeline for the tree dragging Tina behind him by the arm like a kid with his teddy bear. Yet, he'd hardly asked for anything; a book on mythology's impact on culture, a panini press to replace his old college comrade, and a set of oil paints. Tina bought the meager selection, adding a few things she thought he'd like, but there was nothing he could possibly be this excited for, and he'd already opened them all. Likewise, Tina had asked for little and the little she got was thoughtful but humble. Some mid-range headphones for when she was working out and didn't want to risk her good pair, running shoes, a new mouse for her laptop, a new mouse for her cat, and the band sweater. While Josiah was right about No Buddy of No Body Nobody being her all time favorite band, Tina couldn't believe Josiah hadn't noticed how baggy the sweater was. It was at least two sizes too big, and would sag off her short, slender figure like she were a squat scarecrow.
Tina set the gift wrap aside, revealing a rough looking brown box with packing tape all over it and a shipping label still attached. Tina frowned, flipping the box around to read the upside down label. "Wh-"
She recognized the city on the shipping address. She'd never been there, knew no one who had, but she was very familiar with what business was famously headquartered there. She looked up at Josiah, stars in her eyes.
"Open it." He urged, white knuckled hands clutching his knees. He was hardly less excited than her.
He didn't need to tell Tina twice. With tooth and nail she sliced through the tape holding the lid flaps together, flinging them aside to reveal a mass of tightly packed paper which she tossed over her shoulders to reveal an only slightly smaller box within.
"Milkshakes & More" read the inner box, a crass anthropomorphic bovine mascot winking at the blushing mess of Tina hovering over it. Dumping the smaller box to the floor with a tantalizingly hefty thud, Tina didn't even bother to read the design specifications or marketing blurbs on the sides.
"Small under bust D's, bouncy round, with big sensitive nipples and medium-small areola coverage, minimal freckles, minimal blemishes." She recited, Josiah nodding along with a growing grin. She'd certainly babbled about her ideal rack long enough for him to remember; she'd always been self conscious about her flat, heavily freckled chest, with its small inverted nipples hardly more sensitive than the bridge of her nose. Despite the insistence of her boyfriend, the body positivity groups she followed, or the good people online for whom she posed headless and naked every once in a while when she really needed a confidence boost, her practically nonexistent breasts made Tina feel like less of a woman. She'd always been jealous of her better endowed friends, her fast metabolism, low appetite, and genetics that stored most fat in her thighs, hips, and butt, leaving her a nothing up top. It was simply impossible for her to get the bust she wanted, to feel like the woman she wanted to be.
Well, impossible for her to grow such a bust. Of course, since the legalization of body shops and sale of surplus parts in May, there was nothing stopping her from replacing her boobs with a pair grown by someone else. So long as the parts were purchased from a licensed distributor, certified as ethically collected, and were verified as surplus, i.e. parts the owner had already regrown. The strictness of the laws and its required paper trails meant these parts cost an... awful lot of money. especially while the young industry was literally still growing its inventory, as no amount of free market or lax regulations would change the simple biological fact that it took between 24 and 36 days for parts to regrow after they'd been detached and left without sensation.
But, nothing great ever came cheap, did it? Other than onion rings, obviously.
Tearing away the box's sealed plastic with trembling hands, Tina nodded at the baggy band sweater. "I'm assuming that'll fit these?"
Josiah nodded. "Hopefully. If it's too tight, I can return it and go a size up."
"You think of everything." Tina said, flipping open the lid and revealing her new assets.
Josiah couldn't see inside the box from this angle, but he saw several expressions cross his girlfriend's face in only a second. Elation, shock, confusion, then guilt. Something was wrong "What's up?" He asked, his blood freezing in his veins.
"Uh..." Tina scratched the back of her neck nervously, tilting the box towards her boyfriend. Inside were the most perfect pair of beautiful, brilliant, bouncy breasts Josiah had ever seen in the flesh. Their gently freckled and utterly unblemished skin practically sparkled under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, like an honest to goodness work of art forged from flesh and framed in a crisp white box.
And they were a deep, rich, mahogany brown, stunningly gorgeous, but not remotely similar to the blotchy patchwork of Tina's pale and pink skin. These weren't the boobs he'd ordered, and while body shops had been legalized and any adult could wear any other consenting adult's parts they pleased, color clashes and pronounced swap lines were still a fashion crime on par with wearing a poncho with a kilt. People weren't exactly making a favorable comparison to the good doctor calling the look "Frankensteining".
Josiah blinked twice, as if somehow the boobs would magically brighten up if he looked hard enough. The detached mammaries steadfastly refused to entertain his ridiculous fantasy, taunting Josiah with their incorrect perfection. Josiah's hands covered the narrow window between his low hairline and thick beard, and he let out a groan like a mortally wounded beast. Tina sat in perfect stillness and silence, a mortified look of secondhand embarrassment etched into her round, increasingly ashen face. She had no reason to feel bad, she'd done nothing wrong, yet looking at the pain in Josiah's trembling form as he sank to his knees, she couldn't help but feel like she'd hurt him. A long and sustained "FFFFFFF-" filled the room with a tangible pressure as Josiah tried to force a swear past the indoctrination of his youth, wanting nothing more than the sweet release of expletives to adequately express his frustrations in spite of his parents' firm belief that bad language made for bad feelings.
"FFFFFFFFotos!" He finished, his lifetime swear count remaining four. "I sent them ffffffphotos to color match it! There were multiple angles, in multiple lightings, and everything! They sent me fffphotos back, to confirm they got a match! Photos of a different pair! The right pair! They sent the wrong.... fffffffricking pair!"
Josiah deflated, all his Christmas joy seeping out. "Sorry." He mumbled, crumpling to the floor in a mound of defeat. "I'll ship them back, but you know how it is. Post Office closed 'til Monday, M&M will have to source a new pair. It'll be six weeks before we'll be seeing a replacement. At the earliest. Ugh, I can't believe I didn't bother to check the gosh dang box beforehand! I am such an idiot! I ruined Christmas! Typical! The one time I ever give a hoot about Christmas and I ruin it!"
"Baby..." Tina said, setting the box of boobs aside and scooting across the floor on her pajama clad rear. She gently stroked the tangled mass of perpetual bedhead perched on his tall narrow head, her soft fingers breaking up the worst of the knots as she comforted him. "It's no big deal, honest! I've waited 25 years for my big girl boobs, I don't mind waiting just a little longer. Hell, my birthday's in February anyway, you can just give me the replacement as my birthday present!"
"Not the point." Josiah said with slurred inflection as he attempted to bury his face in the hardwood. "It's not a surprise any more. The moment's passed. I ruined Christmas!"
"Oh come on, you don't even like Christmas! Who the fuck cares if you ruined it?" Tina asked, so taken aback by his sudden deification of a holiday he'd always said was a corporatist scam that she didn't think through her phrasing. When Josiah peeled his face from the floor and looked up at her, revealing the biggest blue pair of kicked-puppy eyes Tina had ever seen, she quickly added "And you didn't ruin Christmas! This is the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me, and you're like the best boyfriend ever for getting them!"
"Yeah, it's the thought that counts, I'm sure." Josiah dismissively replied, refusing to accept such patronizing platitudes.
"Come on, don't be like that!" She demanded, her boyfriend turning his head away from her to continue being like that. Frowning, Tina glanced at the boxed boobs that'd somehow managed to destroy the first, last, and only shred of Christmas spirit in her boyfriend's bosom. She couldn't be mad at the tits, they didn't choose to get sent to the wrong house, and besides they were such a cute pair! They were perfect, even if they weren't perfect for Tina specifically.
Josiah felt Tina jolt through the vibrations in the hardwood, and turned his head to see his girlfriend posed as if struck by lightning; face frozen in shock, back bolt upright, hair on end. Then, slickly, Tina's eyes focused on him, her lips curled into a wide, thin smile, and her head cocked to one side. It was a face that radiated such a strong, smug, confident aura, in spite of Tina's physical insecurities, that even the jack offs online who'd never seen her face before had probably sensed it through the screen, just out of frame. It was her naughty face, and it meant business.
"Well, if you don't think the thought counts for anything, we should try something practical." She said, tilting the box and holding it over her chest like a window into the future. "You said it yourself, the post office won't be open for another four days. Seems like a wasted opportunity, to not try 'em while we've got 'em. Brown, pink, or polka dot, these tits should feel equally amazing, so why not get a sneak preview of big titty Tina?"
She grabbed the hem of her hideous Christmas sweater and pulled it over her head, along with the white tank top beneath it. Tina owned only two bras, one for formal occasions, and another for sexy times. While this was developing into the latter, the spontaneity meant she'd had no bra on this morning. She smiled lecherously as she tossed the tops aside, sliding her hands up her dainty sides and cupping her tiny white and pink tits. While they'd bothered their owner endlessly, Josiah had never had a problem with Tina's cup size. As well as matching her build, Josiah was dating Tina for her personality, kindness, smarts, and the fact that she could spend literal hours doing nothing but squeezing his hairy butt, running her hands through his carpet of chest hair, and twiddling with his beard and mane. As a tiny ball of neuroses and hair, Josiah wasn't about to deprive Tina the tiny neurotic hair fetishist her ideal mate!
Tina squeezed and twisted her tits, contorting her face in discomfort and making an obscene performance of the removal process. While it's true that some people had difficulties either taking apart or being taken apart or both, Tina and Josiah both had low detachment tolerance and high modular affinity. They came apart easy and could take apart easy if they were really trying. But, Tina needed Josiah in the right head space before they started anything. If he was stuck thinking about how he "ruined Christmas", he wouldn't be able to get over himself and unruin it, so she had to show him it wasn't as ruined as claimed.
With a grunt and the typical 'pop' of detachment, Tina finally finished her mastectomy. Not that it made considerable difference, apart from the sudden lack of nipples and uniformity of her chest's skin tone. Looking at the smooth backside of her thin breasts, she could almost imagine these were just drink coasters rather than a piece of her femininity. Hell, she might use them as such when she got her real pair in February. It's not like anyone would buy these things. For now, she just casually tossed them aside, willing away her control over the parts mid-flight so by the time they hit the ground she didn't even flinch. Greedily grabbing the big beautiful brown boobs, Tina hoisted them out of the sturdy box with a low chuckle and was again reluctantly forced to thank the government, this time for the slightly less recent ban on packaging waste. It would've really killed the pacing if she'd had to go find scissors and attack some indestructible double layered plastic clamshell shit.
Holding the new boobs over her now literally flat chest, adjusting them to ensure they were centered and facing the right way up and also just to give her a few more seconds to fondle them, Tina pressed them firmly to her chest and willed her control into them. Josiah heard the familiar suction sound of attachment, and watched with widening eyes and perking ears as Tina's entire body shook with a satisfied moan. She caressed her new assets, rolling them in clockwise circles and admiring their heft. Her head lolled back, eyes closing and breath hitching. "Good fucking God, they're so soft!" Tina said, hardly able to process these new feelings. She looked down, admiring the curvature of her modified body. "There's so fucking much of them!" She said, leaning forward to hide her lap beneath her boobs and giggling as her thighs were eclipsed. This, by genuine coincidence, thrust her chest at Josiah, who was certainly feeling some Christmas spirit stirring inside him. Touching her chin to her sternum and squishing her breasts into the sides of her jaw, she said again "So soft!"
She sprang to her feet, giggling as gravity grabbed her chest. She hopped a few times, downstairs neighbors be damned, and filled the room with laughter as her chest bounced and jiggled with each impact and launch. On many occasions, so many in fact that it had honestly started to creep them out, Tina had asked her more endowed friends to describe how their chest felt running, dancing, quickly going up and down stairs, doing jumping jacks, and other bouncy activities. She'd gotten answers ranging from "Uh, I dunno, it's not something I really think about?" to "Fucking annoying, like you're being." But, now that she'd had a full minute of experience in this isolated environment to compare against the years or even decades of her friends' daily lives, Tina knew with certainty that they'd spoken heinous of falsehoods! This was amazing, an objective improvement over being flat! She had half a mind to call up those lying bitches and really lay into them, but alas she had more important people to lay.
The barely five foot tall woman towered over Josiah, her power pose making all but one part of him seem even smaller. She tapped his side with her pink painted toes, silently urging him to flip onto his back. Josiah complied, relieved he was no laying on his expanding anatomy, and watched intently as Tina stepped over and planted a leg either side of him. She sat on his stomach, wiggling her butt back and forth to tease the trapped stiffie just behind her. She ran one hand through the wild mass of dark hair that blended directly and seamlessly into his bushy beard, framing his long rectangular face like a lion's mane. Her other hand, of course, played with one of her new breasts, groping and squeezing it as she tugged and teased her way through her boyfriend's locks.
Josiah gasped as Tina tightened her grip and pulled his head off his shoulders, lifting it to eye level and allowing it to sway a bit painfully by its scalp. Not that Josiah minded a little roughness, chuckling as Tina's smug smile widened and lifting his hands up to take hold of her straddling thighs. Tina brought his head in for a teasingly quick peck, bashing herself in the face ever so slightly in her excitement though thankfully his beard cushioned the blow, then lowered him to her chest. She lifted a tit to his lips, grazing a hard and suddenly sensitive nipple and feeling a rush she'd never felt surge through her.
The rush became an onslaught of stimulation as Josiah kissed and lapped, his headless body squeezing her thighs like they were stopping her from flying off his body. That wasn't far from the truth, Tina's spine shivering so badly it struggled to keep her upright. She'd had Josiah do this all the time with her old chest, but back then it only felt good psychologically. It made her feel desired, loved, and sexy, but she barely felt anything physical. It was like kissing her forearm or the top of her scalp, fine but it wasn't really erogenous beyond the naughtiness. But this... was. These breasts were. This is what she'd always expected it to feel like, like how porn always told her it was supposed to feel like. She grabbed Josiah's head in both hands as licking and kissing turned to suckling and gnawing, his hairy face pressed into her dark flesh as she moaned loud enough for everyone in their building to hear and hate them. Not that they had any right to complain, everyone who lived in this paper-walled shit hole knew whenever anyone else was going to work, getting home, cooking, and doing it.
Tina was enraptured by the novel sensations, she didn't even notice that Josiah's loving was not up to its usual standards. He was feeling odd about this whole situation, and not just because his detached head was being used as a sex toy. No, that was par for course, Tina very much the top of the two. No, what struck him as odd was the elephant in the room. These were obviously not his girlfriend's boobs. They were, of course, legally hers. But not really, and it wasn't just the color that throwing him off. The more pronounced nipples, the larger profile, hell even the rapidly building sheen of sweat tasted different. Sweeter. Closing his eyes, ignoring the aesthetics, they still weren't hers. And that felt odd. It felt like he was cheating on her, which made him feel guilty. But that guilt, the non-existent scandal of the situation, made it feel hotter. Because cheating was hot. But that thought, that cheating was hot, was a terrible thing to think and certainly he couldn't really believe that. He'd never cheated on anyone, ever, and never would! And yet here he was, going to town on some other woman's breast, a breast that, he shamefully had to admit, was much nicer than the boobs Tina was born with. But that didn't... that doesn't... it just... It felt odd.
"Hey!" Tina blurted, pulling Josiah away. "Shit..." She panted, a bright pink blush highlighting her tan freckled face.
"Sorry!" Josiah answered, embarrassed he'd allowed himself to get into his own head again. Ugh, he always did this!
"No problem, just go a little easier on me, okay? I'm not ready to cum just yet! Heh, I didn't even know it was possible to cum just from titty titillation! All my friends told me that was only a thing in pornos, that it never happened in real life, the lying bitches!" She said, bring Josiah in for some deep, passionate, slow kissing.
Josiah was stunned. He'd thought he'd been doing awful, but apparently he was rocking her world. The sensitivity of these tits definitely had its advantages, not that Josiah wanted to make a habit of not giving Tina his A game. She deserved nothing less! Josiah shrugged his headless shoulders and returned the kiss, getting back into the zone. He felt Tina rock her butt on his stomach, rubbing his growing tent until his boxers were at peak discomfort. When he was about to ask her to politely stop screwing with him and start screwing with him, she broke off the kiss.
"Something tells me you're ready for the next act." She said, wiggling her butt tauntingly and reattaching his head to free up her hands. "Time to try the third thing I always said I'd do if I got big boobs!"
From her rants, Josiah already knew the first six things she'd do in the exact order she'd always said she'd do them. She stood up and stepped back, and without even having to ask, Josiah sprung to his feet and changed from his Christmas sweater to his birthday suit before sitting on the couch with his legs spread almost as wide as his dumb smile. Tina returned the grin as she knelt between his thighs, pulling down his foreskin and giving the head of his fat curved cock a quick peck before straightening up for the tittyfuck she'd always dreamed of delivering.
She'd tried it twice before, on nights where she was feeling thicker, stupider, self consciouser, and drunker, and both times had ended in horrifically awkward failure and frustration. No amount of squeezing, holding her breath, or oil could make a pair of A's give a proper boob job. But now, with the power of Josiah's credit card and a professional part donor, she would finally be able to fulfill her teenage dreams, and do what everyone online and in person had assured her was overrated and not really worth it even on the receiving end. But screw those folks, these were her strokes!
Lifting her dark baps and sandwiching his tool between them, taking in the heat on her skin and the pulse of his heart traveling up his veins, hearing his moan and feeling the cool breeze of his heavy breath rustle her short black hair, Tina ascended to heaven. She brought her chest up and down, playing peekaboo with the head of his dick, and laughing like the easily entertained idiot she was. She gave it a lick each time it popped into view, and laughed as Josiah didn't swear up a storm. "FFFFF.... SSSSHHH.... OOOHHH.... My God!" he groaned, grabbing the backrest of the couch and holding on for dear life.
Tina glanced up after another push and a lick, and said "Let me know when you're ab-"
"NOW!" Josiah interrupted his muscles tensing. Not wanting to miss thing three on her list and having to wait a few hours, Tina released her borrowed boobs and grabbed Josiah's shaft, aiming it in the dead center of her cleavage and giving it a few pumps. Josiah blew his load all over Tina's chest, hot and sticky strands striking with such force that even over his wild howls she could hear the dull 'plaps' as the spunk struck her. It was music to her ears, and the mess coating her flesh and running down her curves was a warm blanket enveloping her body. While perhaps the actual actions hadn't 'done much' for her, as everyone had told her it wouldn't, that's not why she'd wanted to do it. She wanted to do something awesome for her awesome boyfriend, and she wanted to feel like a woman while doing it. On both counts, this succeeded triumphantly.
"That's gotta be, like, record time." Tina said, reaching up and pulling her head off for the fourth thing she'd always wanted to do with big boobs, the only thing that really had to be done in a strict order. Spinning her head around, Tina brought her face to her own chest, sticking her tongue out and licking up Josiah's mess. Of course, she didn't do it in a particularly efficient manner, going much slower than need be and doing a lot more chewing and biting of her own flesh than strictly necessary.
"Her own chest"... "Her own flesh"... Tina reflected on that, how only a few minutes had gone by and she was already thinking of these boobs as her own. Despite clearly not belonging to her originally, they were already feeling more like hers than her originals ever did. Running her tongue across them, gnawing the area around her nipple, burying her cheeks in her cleavage, they felt more like long lost family finally come home, rather than a new guest. They were hers, and she was planning to just ship them back in four days and be forced to wait months to get another pair, a pair she didn't even know would feel as good. As she licked the beautiful, dark skin, she began to have some second thoughts. What did she care about Frankensteining? Which of her friends would clutch their pearls at her for breaking the arbitrary fashion rules? Did she need them as friends?
Remembering Josiah was still there, silently enjoying the show, and seeing her flesh was now sticky with saliva as opposed to semen, Tina put on a smile and spun her head back around. "So, remember thing 5?" She asked, licking her lips clean.
"Sponge bath. Thing six is wearing them out to dinner, though that'll have to wait for tomorrow. Nearest Chinese place is a mile and a half away and the roads are iced over." He said, plucking Tina's head out of her hands and giving her a surprisingly sloppy kiss before returning her head to her neck.
"Don't worry, I can think of a few other things to try in the meantime." Tina said, pulling her breasts off and offering them to Josiah. "Be gentle, but not too gentle." She said with a wink, strutting off to the kitchen to grab a garbage bag and clean up the wrapping paper and extraneous boxes and bows.
Josiah nodded to her backside, and walked over to their tiny bathroom. Gently laying his girlfriend's new assets in their tub, flat side down, he adjusted the temperature dial to the exact spot he knew Tina felt most comfortable, and turned on the water. As the steamy water began lapping at the base of her breasts, Josiah called out "Temperature good?"
"Perfect!" She answered, giddy with the stupid coincidence that her breasts even had the same heat preferences as herself.
Josiah laughed, wetting the sponge and slathering it with body wash. Looking down, he got another laugh as he realized "They're floating!"
"I can tell!" Tina called back, shoveling wrapping paper away.
Josiah wasted some time amusing himself, batting her boobs around in the water a bit and watching them drift lazily around rising surface of the water. When the tub was about half full, full enough for his needs, he shut off the water and got to work. Grabbing what he was pretty sure was probably her right breast, Josiah suds up the sponge and pressed it to her skin. He could hear it having an effect on Tina, for once thankful of the stupidly thin walls. Digging his fingers in and scrubbing harder yielding more moans, higher pitched too, while rubbing the sponge in concentric circles closer and closer to her nipple without ever quite touching gave him deeper, slower moans. He played around with his cleaning, curious to discover what noises he could illicit, and found himself coming to the same realization Tina had already had.
Her boob, her skin, her nipple. They were all hers, already. Even without her in the room, even without any original piece of his girlfriend in sight or at hand, he was thinking of these as hers. He roughly pulled the sponge across the flesh, heard Tina's breath hitch in the other room, and knew in his heart it wasn't just a part of her, it was her. He wasn't cheating, he was pleasing Tina and nobody else. This was Tina, mismatched and rocking it. He imagined going shopping with her, further down her list and more nebulously placed than the top six, imagined the outfits they could make. Some of course would hide the new assets, particularly the heavy clothes of winter they would be wearing for another three months. But when spring came, and summer, they could go crazy. Clashing colors and low cut tops, visible bra straps that all confidently drew attention to her Frankensteining, like "Yeah, go ahead and call the fashion police. See what I care!"
That's when Josiah realized it. He couldn't return these beauties. He wouldn't. These were Tina's, and like everything else about her, they were amazing. He'd buy her another pair if she wanted something that matched, something she could wear around the prudes and high society, but for the relative privacy of their own apartment? These were perfect. Josiah would eat nothing but noodles for the next two months to save up for another pair, he wasn't returning these. He pushed her breast below the surface to wash away its suds, then grabbed her left.
Through the thin walls, Josiah faintly heard the sound of pajama pants being thrown to the floor. He heard a bare bottom collapse onto a suede sofa. He heard a hand slap against the soft flesh between a hairless pair of legs, and continue to slap away as Josiah scrubbed. Well, he thought, now was as good a time as any to make his proposal.
"Hey, dear?" He called.
"You're not fucking returning those." Tina ordered.
"Yes." Josiah replied. "Merry Christmas!"