It was the day after Shawna and her college friend had moved into a house they were renting together. The unpacking was mostly complete, save a few miscellaneous boxes strewn here and there. Shawna, dressed for a jog, was rooting through one of those boxes in the kitchen, looking for a particular item.

"Ah, here it is!" she said triumphantly, pulling a butcher knife with the letters "IMBIDGEA" engraved across the blade. She set the knife down on the kitchen table and then peeled her sports bra off, letting her triple D breasts drop from the fabric before tossing it aside and reclaiming the knife in her hand.

In her free hand, she hefted one of her breasts up and then lined  the IMBIDGEA knife with its base before slicing it upward, bloodlessly removing it from her chest. She tossed the disembodied breast up and down, reveling in the strange but pleasurable sensation of being able to feel its malleable form flying through the air even though it was no longer attached to her. After having her fun, she placed her breast on the kitchen counter with the nipple pointing up.

She sliced off her other breast and like the first one, she set it down on the counter, but this time on its side. Shawna rolled the breast back and forth across the surface, batting it between her hands. It was another strange feeling, a type of motion the human anatomy is unaccustomed to, but it felt so nice that both of her nipples became erect.

"I need to stop playing myself or I'll never get around to jogging..." Shawna said, finally letting her breast roll to a stop next to its twin. After putting her shirt back on, the now flat chested Shawna went through the door leading directly outside, carelessly leaving her disembodied breasts on the kitchen counter. As much as she loved her breasts, they did get in the way in certain situations, so she was quite thankful for the IMBIDGEA knife. Jogging especially was much easier without being weighed down by them or distracted by their bouncing.

A few minutes later, the door to kitchen swung open, and Shawna's roommate, Kelly, and her boyfriend, Kyle, entered the room.

"So, this is the place, huh?" Kyle said, taking in the site of the kitchen, his eyes eventually found their way to Shawna's breasts, "WHOA!" he gasped, "Are those what I think they are?"

"Oh, god damn it, Shawna..." Kelly moaned, "She never cleans up after herself! It's bad enough she still hasn't unpacked all her boxes, but now she's leaving her tits sitting around ? How lazy can you be?!"

Kyle wasn't listening, all of his attention was focused on the large, perky breasts on the counter.

"STOP LOOKING AT THEM!" Kelly shouted. She grabbed Kyle by the arm and dragged him into the next room.

With him out of the way, Kelly returned to the kitchen to deal with her roommate's detached breasts... but then the kitchen door swung open again. This time, an elderly couple walked in, with the old woman holding a tupperware container full of cookies.

"Hello, honey, we just wanted to swing by and congratulate you on the new place. We brought some cookies as a housewarming gift!" Kelly's grandmother said.

"WOWZA!" Kelly's grandpa shouted, seeing Shawna's breasts sitting on the counter.

"God damn it..." Kelly moaned.

"Don't take the lord's name in vain!" the grandmother said to Kelly. She handed the cookies to her before grabbing her husband by the ear and dragging him into the next room over, "And you stop staring, you dirty old man!"

"Ow ow ow!" the grandfather said as he followed his wife along.

"You saw em, too, huh?" Kelly heard Kyle say from the next room.

An exasperated Kelly walked over to the cupboard to put the cookies away, and then turned to Shawna's breasts, still perched on the counter with the nipples proudly standing erect. "Now what am I going to do with these?"

"Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about the lord?" the door had never been closed, and now a pair of very clean young men wearing white button up shirts with black ties and pants carrying bibles, stood just beyond the threshold.

"THE DEVIL HAS TAKEN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" One of them screamed when he noticed Shawna's breasts. Not a surprising reaction, given the views the deeply religious hold towards IMBIDGEA magic and nudity. He ran away from the house, though the other one stood dumbfounded, covering his crotch with his bible.

"You should probably follow him." Kelly said dryly.

"Yeah..." the man said, sheepishly turning around to pursue his partner, looking over his shoulder to get one last look at the breasts before breaking out into a full sprint.

"Hey, lady, do you wanna buy a candy bar to support my little league team?" A young boy wearing a baseball uniform and carrying a case of chocolates said. Before Kelly could react or even turn around to see him, she heard him excitedly shout, "BOOBIES!"

"GET. OUT." Kelly commanded, slamming the door in the poor boy's face.

At this point, she was beyond frustrated and humiliated by her roommate's breasts. She angrily grabbed them off of the table, squeezing them harshly, even digging her nails into them slightly. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to send a message to Shawna.

Meanwhile, Shawna was stopped dead in her tracks when she felt someone grab her breasts from afar, and she audibly gasped when she felt the fingernails pressing into them. It actually turned her on, feeling her detached breasts being roughly handled while she was somewhere else, and if she weren't in public, she might have done something to sate her lust.

She continued to relish the moment, able to sense her breasts were being carried across the room, feeling them jiggle in Kelly's hands with each step, but her pleasure was short lived. She felt them being tossed, and where they landed was cold, freezing cold. It didn't take her long to figure out where Kelly had put her breasts, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her blank chest, though it did little to stop the shivers she was feeling from her disembodied breasts.

"Kelly, you bitch..." Shawna said, grabbing her phone out of the waistband of her shorts and texting her roommate, 'get my tits out of the freezer!'

'you gonna clean up your shit when you get home?' was her response.

'fine...'

A few seconds after agreeing to Kelly's terms, she felt a pair of hands grab her breasts and pull them out of the freezer. Kelly's soft, warm hands felt very good on her freezing breasts, and now that they were warming up, she was able to breathe a sigh a relief. Once again, she felt her breasts being carried and then gently placed somewhere. As she jogged home at a leisurely pace, she knew she would do this again. Messing with Kelly was just too fun, and she found having her disembodied breasts at her mercy oddly erotic.

When Shawna arrived back at the house, she noticed there were quite a few cars in the driveway, and inquisitively wondered why. After entering the building, she saw a bunch of faces, some she recognized, others she didn't. All of them looked at her, obviously trying to keep a straight face but failing enough to let her know something was up.

"Oh, hey, Shawna," the smiling Kelly greeted her roommate, "It turns out the neighbors decided to throw us a surprise welcome to the neighborhood party. You should see the spread they brought!"

Kelly lead Shawna to the dining room, where the table was surrounded by people, who parted when the girls approached the table. Shawna could then see the food brought over for the party; a deli platter, chips and salsa, a couple pizzas, among other things. But the centerpiece caught her eye most of all. It was, of course, her breasts, both sitting exposed to everyone, nipple up in the middle of the table, with a handwritten sign that read 'look but don't touch' next to them. Shawna's face blushed a crimson red, but only for a moment.

With a grin on her face, she picked up a pen, crossed the n't off of the sign, and then walked away from the table, pausing to whisper into Kelly's ear, "I'll get you for this!" to which Kelly whispered back, "Bring it!"

Shawna ran upstairs to shower and change clothes, all the while enjoying the sensations she felt from her breasts downstairs.