Terry licked the rollie of the joint he was pre-rolling. The weed was a strain he’d never heard of that his supplier was introducing to the market. The nuggets were dark green with purple highlights and an orange fringe, heavy with crystals. It looked and smelled like choice weed. His supplier was asking for feedback and looking to generate a buzz. He folded the sticky edge of the paper down and twisted the end of the joint shut. Wetting the whole joint he then sucked the air out. The paper wrinkled and contracted around its load, compressing it a bit to ensure and even burn.

Dana had been a regular customer for a few years.  In high school she had been just another good, attractive customer.  Terry had been a senior; Dana had been a sophomore when they had first met. She had been well developed as a fifteen year old, the kind of girl that threw off the boys in co-ed gym classes, and she had liked to dress sexy. Terry had felt like a dirty old man sneaking glances at her out his the window of his English class.

Shortly after she had arrived at his school she found him hanging out in the smoking section. She told him that her friend Emily told her that he could hook her up. They agreed to meet the next evening. Terry did some checking into her. He’d asked her reference, Emily, whom he’d been friends with since grade school. Nothing raised suspicion that she was anything other than just another teenager. A deal was made and she became a part of his clientele.

Terry graduated from high school and barely made it into college. He and Dana kept in touch for business, and they ran into each other socially occasionally. As time progressed Terry couldn’t help noticing that Dana had developed into quite the little sexpot.

Things progressed beyond a casual business / social relationship when Dana and Emily threw a housewarming party for the apartment they had decided to rent together. That was the first night things got heated between Terry and Dana. They had ended up spending most of the evening together and Terry discovered that Dana made a mean omelette the morning after.

Terry picked up his phone and dialled Dana’s number. While the phone rang he picked up one of the joints he’d just rolled from his regular stash and lit it; he wanted to same the new stuff to try with her. He was able to get in a brief toke before Dana picked up. "Hey babe," he said. "Wanna hang out tonight? I have something new to try."

Dana was giddy. Terry was going to be there soon. Emily had graciously surrendered a quiet evening of hanging out and doing homework to give Dana and Terry the apartment to themselves. She didn’t want to be there when the two of them were together, not when anything intimate was happening. Once, she had been in her room when things started between the two of them. Dana’s expressiveness had quickly asserted itself and Emily’s ears burned to remember what she’d heard.

It was strange for her, living with Dana. Dana was exceedingly outgoing; overwhelmingly so. Emily by contrast was fairly quiet and reserved. Most of the time she was pretty tight laced where Dana was a free spirit; studious where her friend was lackadaisical. Somehow the two of them had clicked and stuck together despite having divergent interests and personalities. Like Paula Abdul sang though, opposites attract.

Emily had her book bag packed with the texts and notes she required. She was going to the campus library to finish her cellular mitosis assignment then meet up with some other friends to have a couple of beers. She planned to be back at the apartment by midnight. Emily didn’t want to be out too late especially given what had happened while she was away at her parents place for Christmas the month before. She made sure that Dana knew so there wouldn’t be any awkward situations in the living room when she came home.

The phone rang as Emily was leaving the apartment. Dana leapt to answer it as the door closed. It would be Terry ringing up from the front of the building. Emily passed him in the stairwell. They greeted each other briefly. Emily had to admit that he was handsome in a young-Hugh-Grant sort of way: lean with a triangular jaw, hair that looked carefully tousled (but she knew it was natural and totally accidental). She watched him take the steps up two at a time. It was fast, but it did give her opportunity to enjoy the look of his bum.

Emily made her way down the rest of the stairs. She pushed her way through the apartment doors into the chilly January air. She wished she had someone to snuggle up with on a night like tonight. They could lie on a couch together reading books. He would reach a chapter break and lay his book down on the arm of the couch, closed with a bookmark so he wouldn’t break its back. His arms would find their way under hers, wrapping her in an embrace. Emily would smile and gently close her book and deposit it on the ground as her man’s hands found the bottom of her sweater and slipped up underneath it. She would lean back against his broad chest and his hands would wander up her torso, lightly tickling her sides and brushing her tummy to finally rest around the swells of her breasts. A gentle squeeze would make her inhale deeply, pushing her B-cups into his rough hands, nipples poking hard into her bra.

Her man was kissing her and reaching inside her bra to release her breasts when a honking car startled Emily out of her reverie. She hadn’t even noticed the car coming when she stepped into the street. Her heart was racing and her loin warmed. She cursed, promising herself she would find someone to be with soon, maybe even just for a one night stand.

Terry had a couple of joints pre-rolled, one Blueberry Bubble Gum and one of the new stuff. He also had a couple of low dose hits of MDMA to enhance the mood a little more. He quickly checked his pockets to make sure he had actually brought everything then knocked on the door to her apartment. He knocked twice, paused, then twice more.  Dana opened the door slowly, an impish smile on her lips.

"Hey lover," she said. "Wanna come in and play?"

Terry scoffed.  "You know it babe."

Dana threw the door open wide.  "Then come on in," she invited.

Terry had barely crossed the threshold when Dana was upon him. She wrapped her arms around him and assaulted him with kisses from multiple directions. Terry parried each attempt with his own lips and made sure the door swung shut behind him without looking. It closed with a solid thunk.

Recently, the apartment had been thoroughly cleaned. The tan carpet looked brand new. The linoleum floor in the kitchen almost sparkled. Aside from some surface clutter, everything was near spotless. The apartment hadn't been this clean since before the housewarming party where the two of them had met. It had been a good party. Terry had picked up a few new clients and ultimately a new girlfriend. The apartment had never been the same since.

"I’ve been waiting for you," Dana teased. "I’ve got something special to show you tonight."

"Oh really?" Terry asked. "Do tell." He hung his coat up on the rack beside the door.

Dana pouted. "And spoil the surprise? No. You’ll have to wait and see."

"Bah. I hate waiting," Terry said with mock frustration as Dana led him over to the couch. "I have a little something special here myself."

"Do you now?" Dana asked as they sat down on the couch.

"Indeed I do," Terry replied and reached into the breast pocket of his shirt. He produced the two joints and the two pills.

"Is that what I think it is?" Dana asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Ecstasy. I thought we might each take one to enhance the evening." Terry explained. "And you've been bugging me to get you some."

"Excellent. This evening will have many enhancements." Dana declared. Terry raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Sit. Let us enjoy the bounty you have provided before commencing this evening’s activities." Dana continued and patted the cushion beside her.

Terry put everything on the table save the Blueberry joint which went between his lips. When he sat Dana produced a lighter for him to light the joint with. Terry sacrificed the papery first toke and drew in a lung full on his first real drag then passed the joint to Dana who put it to her lips. As she toked, Dana leaned into Terry; he responded by putting an arm around her shoulders.

Dana passed the joint back to Terry. "How has your day been?" she asked, holding her breath.

"I’ve had better days," Terry replied before taking a toke of his own.

Dana exhaled a large cloud of smoke. "Tell me about it?" she asked as she took the joint back from him and toked.

Terry shook his head. "Nah, it’s family stuff," he said and took the offered joint again. "My sister is getting into some bad shit. Nothing I can do about it though."

"Family can be complicated." Dana said sagely, nodding.

"It can be," Terry said and passed the joint back to Dana again.

"You know what isn’t complicated?" Dana asked before taking a toke. Terry shook his head, exhaling the smoke through his nose. "This," Dana said, forcing the joint into his hands. Then she reached up, grabbed his head, and pulled him into an open mouthed kiss. Their tongues touched as she passed a lung full of smoke over to Terry.

Terry had a bit of a coughing fit as Dana sat back with a smile on her face. She stole the joint form his fingers and took another drag on it.

"Dirty, using your feminine wiles to steal a toke like that." Terry accused her after his coughing had subsided. "Bad shotgunning technique."

Dana giggled, exhaling cloud of smoke. "You like it when I play dirty."

"It’s true. I do," Terry agreed. "Can we agree though to never do that again?" He took the joint form her hand and dragged on it.

Dana pouted. "Alright." She tried to take the joint from his hand. Terry however, instead of letting her just take it, held the joint up out of her reach. "Hey, it’s my turn." Dana said.

Terry shook his head, blowing smoke. "Nuh uh," he said "You took two tokes when you distracted me with that kiss. Now it’s my turn."

"No way, give it here." Dana said, putting a knee on the couch so she could reach the joint. Terry switched it to his other hand and held it away from her across his body.

"You want it? Come and get it." Terry teased.

Dana gave him a withering look. She lunged for the joint. Her body pressed up against Terry’s as she reached; breasts in his face. With her arms fully extended she could just barely reach his wrist. She pushed harder to reach it; her reaching arm tingled briefly, and Dana was surprised when she felt her fingers brush the bit of joint that was left. She made a failed grab. Even with Dana pressing her boobs so hard into his face Terry half expected there to be an imprint, with a quick manoeuvre Terry curled the joint into his palm and brought it in tight to his body.  He ducked his head and snuck a quick toke before he let himself fall over, Dana on top of him.

"You jerk." Dana cried. "You double-toked."

Terry replied with a smirk. "All is fair in love and war." He held the low-burning joint up to Dana’s lips so she could toke, which she did.

"You’re still a jerk." Dana said, holding her breath.

Terry took a pull on the joint and got the unpleasant taste of burning filter. "A jerk who gave you the last toke on a free joint of some primo bud."

Dana blew out her last lungful of smoke. "I guess you’re not a jerk then," she apologized. She looked at her arm; bending, rotating, and unbending it again. She rotated her wrist too. Nothing seemed amiss.

"I am, just not to you," Terry said.

Dana scoffed. "That’s good.  I don’t like jerks," she said as she shook her arm out.

"Is your arm okay?" Terry asked

She stretched up and gave Terry a quick peck. "My arm is fine, thanks," she said before retreating and resting her head on his chest. "You’re comfy," she said. "We should stay like this for a bit."

"Sure," Terry replied. "Though we will get the munchies at some point."

Dana sighed. "Well deal with that when the time comes," she said. "You should have rolled something bigger.  I’m not low, but I’m not super high either."

"I didn’t want us to be too far gone to enjoy those." Terry said, nodding towards the ecstasy pills.

"Oh, good thinking." Dana said. "How long do you think we should wait before having those?"

"About an hour." Terry suggested. "Like you said, that joint wasn’t big. We can take those on the downside."

"Good thinking," Dana agreed. She dropped her head back to Terry’s chest. They stayed like that for a bit. Terry’s hand had started off stroking Dana’s flank, but had wandered over to her belly. It had continued wandering to ultimately end up cupping a breast when Dana broke the silence. "I can hear your heart beat."

"Good to know that it’s still working," Terry said. "I’d hate for it to stop."

"Yeah, it would suck. Who would I buy my drugs from then?" Dana asked.

"Oh, shut up." Terry said, but he was grinning.

Dana smacked her lips. "I’ve got a bit of cotton mouth going on here. Do you want a drink?"

"Yeah sure," Terry replied. "Waddaya got?"

Dana removed Terry’s hand from her boob and pushed herself up off of him. "Not sure," she said as she stood up. "Should I get something snacky ready too?"

Terry nodded. "Yeah, that would be good. Want some help?"

Dana started for the kitchen. "You can help all you want," she said as she sashayed around the couch. "Just be careful not to get in the way too much. There’ll be hot stuff in there. You don’t want to get burned."

"I was just handling something that’s very hot," Terry replied, "with no protection I might add. I think I’ll be safe."

Dana turned around in the doorway to the kitchen. She reached up rested one hand high on the door frame and thrust her round hips out to the other side. "Well then, it might be safe for you in here." Dana cocked a finger on her free hand. "Come and join me," she invited him with a smile, then turned and went further into the kitchen.

Terry smiled. He pushed himself up and followed Dana. She had turned on the oven to preheat and was looking in the freezer. The invisible cold air spilling out and down Dana’s front had made itself apparent. Two bumps, one on each breast, were quickly raising themselves to prominence. "It looks like it’s either taquitos or mini quiche lorraines," she said.

"Quiche," Terry said as he entered the small space of the kitchen.  "I’m not up for quasi-Mexican food tonight."

"French it is then." Dana proclaimed and reached for the box of a dozen egg, cheese, and bacon tarts.

Terry sidled up behind Dana at the freezer. He laid a hand on each of her hips. "Mmm… Tarts to eat and a tart to play with. Lucky me."

"I am hardly a tart." Dana replied. She leaned back into Terry’s chest and closed the freezer door. "I am not promiscuous. " Dana ground her butt against Terry’s pelvis. "I just happen to be monogamously very sexual with my current partner."

"And I don’t have a problem with that," Terry said apologetically as she pushed off him.

Dana giggled and started spacing the tarts out on a baking tray. "I could pretend to be a tart for you."

Terry scoffed. "That’s fine babe. I’m happy with the regular you."

"That’s good," Dana said. "I’d hate to have to find a new plaything."

"Would I be that easy to replace?" Terry asked in a pained tone.

The oven beeped, announcing that its preheating was done. It was perfect timing. Dana had just finished spacing out the quiches. She quickly put the tray in the oven, closed it, and then turned around and leaned back against it, her rump resting on the handle.

Dana looked at Terry. She hooked one finger into the neck of her slightly revealing shirt and pulled it dangerously low. Tanned flesh bulged out of the deep "V" she crrated. Her yellow polka-dot bra peeked out at the edges.  "With cleavage like this, you’d better believe it."

Terry appreciated the view for a bit before replying.  "You probably could at that. Could you pull that a little lower please?

Dana tsk-ed and released the neck of her shirt which rebounded to its normal position. "It’s almost like you want me to fall out of my shirt," she said and crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Maybe I do," Terry replied casually. "I can’t say that I don’t find the thought appealing. Your boobs spilling out through the neck of your over-stretched shirt? What isn’t there to like about it? The question is how do you feel about it?"

"I’m certainly not opposed to it," Dana said; "although there are more comfortable ways for you to see my breasts. Having the neck of a shirt, let alone a bra, going under your boobs hurts like a son of a bitch."

"Fine," Terry sighed, "but through the neck of the shirt gives you such great projection and lift. They become like the breasts of a sixteen-year-old, only bigger."

"Hey, watch it," Dana warned him. "I’m only nineteen you know."

"I know. Trust me, I’m very conscious of it," Terry replied.

"Are you? You dirty old cradle-robbing letch." Dana reprimanded him.

Now it was Terry’s turn to play offended. "Hey, I’m only twenty-one. You should respect your elders. Am I going to have to punish you?"

"Maybe," taunted Dana. She pushed off of the stove and proceeded back into the living room. "Maybe it won’t exactly be a punishment. Maybe I’ll enjoy it. Did you ever think of that?"

"Only all the time," Terry said as he followed Dana to the couch, slipping an arm around her waist just before she sat down. He pulled her close and brought his lips to hers.  Dana surprised him by forcing her tongue into his mouth, turning their kiss as French as the quiches in the oven. They hadn’t kissed like that often, but Terry swore she had never gotten so much tongue in his mouth before.

Their kiss broke a minute later, leaving both of them gasping for breath. "Wow, that was some kiss," Terry said.

"Yeah, it was." Dana said. She dropped onto the couch. "Did you not like it?" she asked a bit apprehensively. She had never been as forward with Terry before.

Terry grinned down at her. "I did like it." He joined her on the sofa. "I liked it a lot. It makes me want to kiss you more often." Dana was relieved. Terry continued. "That however was not a kiss you give to just anybody. It seemed an altogether much more serious kiss. Do you have something on your mind?"

Dana suddenly got bashful and started playing with her thumb.  She pulled away from Terry a bit. "Terry," she began then trailed off, considering how she wanted to say what she needed to say. Her gaze wandered away from him.

"What?" he prompted. "Whatever you’re going to say it seems serious."

Dana looked back to him. "It is serious," Dana said. "At least I think it’s serious. I’ve never said this and really meant it to anyone outside my family before. It might not be a big deal to you, but it is to me." Dana took a breath. "Terry. I love you."

Terry didn’t answer right away, he was a bit stunned. Dana nervously resumed playing with her thumb, not saying anything. Terry had had girls tell him as much before, but he hadn't believed them. The words were given up too easily and quickly. With Dana they seemed earnest and heartfelt. Dana’s ears were starting to burn with embarrassment. After what seemed like forever, though was in fact little more than minute, Terry answered with a huge smile. "I love you too Dana."

Dana looked back at Terry. He swore her eyes sparkled before she threw herself back on to him. Her mouth sought his and they kissed again like before. Terry wrapped Dana in his arms, squeezing her body tight against his; her arms went around his neck.

For several minutes, kissing was all that happened on the couch.  Not a word was spoken between them. The kisses became longer lasting, passion intensifying. Terry’s hands slipped down into the waistband of Dana’s pants. His fingers curved over her buttocks. They tightened as he pulled her closer to him; firm yet supple flesh bulged between his fingers. Dana responded by lifting her face away from his. She reared her head and pulled Terry’s face toward her chest.

Her breasts, swollen from the eroticism of the last few minutes, were stretching Dana’s bra badly. Top, bottom, and sides; her cups were overflowing. It was bad enough that she had deliberately worn a bra with too small cups to begin with. Now the poor piece of clothing was trying to hold back a wave of flesh thee cup sizes too large. Their outlines could clearly be seen in the flesh of her ballooning breasts. They did however push Dana’s bosom way up to stretch out the neck to her top once again.

Terry accepted the invitation to motorboat. He got his chin into the neck of her shift and pulled it down, burying his face in her tight cleavage. He pulled her closer again, tightening his grasp on her ass, and shook his head like a wet dog.

When Terry came up for air again Dana was waiting for him. She gave him a quick peck and gently pushed herself off of him. Terry resisted a bit at first but Dana insisted with a gentle "Ah, ah, ah. Gotta wait for it." Reluctantly, he released his grasp on her bum, allowing her to straighten up. As Dana did so she gave Terry a meaningful look that seemed to say ‘watch me’ and grasped the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up slowly, teasingly. Over her flat belly her shirt rose easily; however, once it reached her bust Dana had to flip the hem up and peel it upwards.

With her shirt off, the strain Dana’s bra was under was much more apparent. All of the polka-dots on the cups were no longer circles. They had turned into ovals. The ribbon shoulder straps cut furrows into her shoulders and the chest band was visibly compressing her ribs, enough to make breathing a bit difficult. The fabric of the cups was so tight that Dana’s erect nipples were barely visible. Instead they were pushed back into the yielding flesh held back by her near-breaking bra. Breast bulged all around the insufficient piece of lingerie.

Dana took a breath and reached behind herself with both hands to undo the hooks. This proved to be a mistake from which her underwear would never recover; when she reached back, her chest thrust out, putting immense strain on the fasteners holding the clothing on. The plastic rings attaching the straps to the top of the cups deformed then snapped as Dana continued to reach behind her back. Dana flinched at the near misses; first on the left, then the right an instant later. She was fortunate not to get whipped as the straps flew up to either side of her head.

As Dana’s hands neared the hooks between her shoulder blades they released a tiny groan. Dealing with pressure beyond reason had taken its toll upon the metal. The hooks had started to straighten. The bottom one came loose first with a ping! Dana felt it let go, a tiny relieving of the constriction her bosom was under. It wasn’t enough to make a difference though. The pressure mounted on the remaining three hooks.

Dana got hold of the chest band on either side of the hooks. Inwardly she cursed as she tried ineffectively to undo them. She was unable pull any slack in the chest band to unhook them, then an idea for another way to get out of the bra occurred to her. The thought of Terry’s reaction brought a smile to her lips.

"Watch this," she instructed in a sultry voice. She let go of the chest band. Trying to undo it was an exercise in futility. Instead she extended her arms behind her and thrust her chest out more. Some of the elastic strands in the band of the bra-turned-torture device snapped but not enough to give release. The hooks groaned again. Dana pushed her chest out further, trying to touch her shoulder blades together.  She was going to get out of the bra come hell or high water.

Terry’s eyes had widened when the straps on Dana’s bra had failed under the unforeseen stress of its owner’s growing magnitude. When Dana told him to watch and stretched her arms back his lips parted and a breath was drawn in anticipation of the coming hopefully spectacular release. He was not disappointed.

In quick succession the remaining three hooks at the back of the bra failed. Each released with a ping! With no over the shoulder straps to prevent its release the chest band of Dana’s bra whipped around her sides. The forward momentum of the strap was increased by the potential energy held in her compressed breasts which sprang out to her significantly larger-than-normal proportions. With the sudden loss of constriction Dana’s breasts practically leapt off her chest as they resumed their regular pleasingly-rounded shape, capped by her two and a half inch areolae. The cups that had attempted to contain these mighty adversaries took flight from her curvaceous chest. Her ruined underwear flew several feet through the air, leaving her boobs briefly weightless before they slapped back down to her torso, to land near the apartment door.

Dana released her held breath and inhaled again. Her impressive chest pushed forwards once more as she breathed deeply. She smiled down at Terry’s dumbfounded expression. "Wasn’t that much better than seeing them through the neck of my shirt?" she asked.

Terry was awestruck. "Holy shit," he breathed. Then louder, "That was incredible." He slowly brought his hands up to Dana’s breasts. They were three cup sizes larger than normal. Terry had never seen them so large before. He’d realised that Dana grew a lot in the breast department when aroused. Still, he’d only ever seen H-cup bras as he passed the plus-size ladies’ clothing section in the store. Seeing their containers had not prepared his for witnessing such bounty in the flesh however, particularly on as small a frame as Dana’s. If she had leaned back just a bit he wouldn’t be able to see her face or head at all.

He ran his hands around the sides of her breasts, then up over their fronts, deliberately avoiding Dana’s areolae. His hands disappeared into her cleavage as her brought them between her breasts. Then he pushed them both to the sides. Spreading them apart gave Terry a full view of Dana’s beautiful, loving face.

Terry slipped his hands off Dana’s breasts and around her back, pulling her down to his chest again so he could kiss her. Her breasts squished between them like soft jumbo-sized marshmallows; pushing up against Terry’s biceps and bulging up to their shoulders as he hugged and kissed Dana.

"I’m glad you liked the show." Dana said when their lips released. "I didn’t quite plan it that way."

"I think it turned out better than you planned." Terry said.

"You’re probably right." Dana agreed then pouted. "My poor bra though. I’ll never be able to wear it again."

"I’ll get you more, if you promise to only remove them is a similarly spectacular fashion." Terry suggested.

Dana gently smacked him. "Yeah, right."

Just then, the oven beeped. The quiches were done. Dana perked up. She pushed herself off Terry once again.

"Wait. Where are you going?" Terry asked.

"Just to the kitchen," Dana replied and she stood up. "I don’t want this place to smell like burnt food. It’s not exactly a turn on."

"But I don’t want to let you go. You’ve just done the most amazingly sexy thing I’ve ever seen anyone do in real life or on the internet." Terry shot back. He reached up behind her, putting a hand on each of her tits and hauled her back down onto his lap. "I refuse to let you go. I could play with these things forever," he said.

Dana’s lips quirked. She had decided she would probably never have a better segue into revealing her ability to him. She had put a lot of thought into this. Revealing something like that is not an act to be taken lightly. This was a perfect opportunity. "By all means then, keep playing with them," Dana said. As she pulled his hands, still holding her breasts holding, from around her chest there were two very soft pops. "Don’t let my going to the kitchen stop you," she said as she stood up.

It took a few second to register what had just happened. When it did, Terry’s mouth dropped open. "Wha…" he said dumbstruck, staring at the two spheres of flesh in his hands.

Dana laughed at his expression. "Surprise! Tonight is going to be fun, Terry."

The librarian waved at Emily as she entered. Emily had almost become a fixture at the library and knew almost all the librarians’ names. She studied her ass off, and her grades reflected it, putting her near if not at the top of all her classes. School was something she took very seriously.

Once again, Emily's favourite spot was vacant; small surprise. Sometimes it seemed like the seat and table tucked into the corner were reserved for her. The library was mostly empty. Those that were there generally had their heads down either researching or gently snoring. Emily spread out her books on the table and pulled out her notebook and fountain pen. She normally got a few strange looks when her pen was produced from those that did not know her. In the age of laptops and tablets, she found someone who could write elegantly was becoming increasingly rare.

She lay her pen down alongside her notebook and read over the assignment quickly to refresh what was required and started opening her textbooks. She flipped to the wrong page and was confronted with a description, including diagrams, of a set of testicles. Emily sighed as she remembered her daydream from earlier, and why she was working in the library rather than at home. She quickly flipped to the correct page.

Before she submersed herself in work Emily took a quick glance around the library, curious if any of her classmates were there. None of them were. Emily couldn't help but smirk at the thought of top marks again. She did notice somebody though, red shirt and khakis. It was weird. She swore she'd seen him around a fair bit the past few days but not before. Emily shook her head and began reading.

"What the hell?" Terry asked, still unable to comprehend how he was still holding Dana’s breasts, but she was standing a couple of feet away.

"Don’t stop playing with them." Dana urged. "I like when you squeeze and stroke them. Amuse yourself with them. I have a food to attend to." The oven beeped again as if to punctuate her point. Dana hurried to the kitchen leaving her seriously confused boyfriend on the couch.

She felt Terry tentatively start to squeeze her breasts, as if he was unsure what would happen. Dana opened the oven and the hot air washed over her body. It was odd feeling the heat on her front, but not warming her breasts. It was also nice not having them get in the way as she pulled the tray out of the oven. Just once she had been careless enough to accidentally touch the inside of the oven door with one. She'd felt the heat through her shirt and bra near instantly. Needless to say she had stood up really fast. The burn had lasted for a week. Dana made sure that it never happened again.

Dana put the tray on the stove top to let the quiches cool a bit. "So apparently I can come apart at the seams, so to speak," Dana said as she removed the oven mitts. She put them down on the counter and got a large plate out of the cupboard to hold the quiches.

"How?" Terry asked from the couch. He still held one of Dana’s breasts in each hand. It was still weird, but he found his mind whirling with possibilities. He'd seen and read things on the internet before, but it had been easy to dismiss. Her complacency about being in pieces was startling and strangely enticing. Unconsciously he moved from squeezing her breasts individually to squashing them together and rubbing them over one another.

Dana went to the fridge. "You’re not going to believe this," she said. "Nazis. Do you want Coke, Sprite, apple juice or water?"

"Nazis?" he asked, incredulously. He stopped folding Dana briefly. "Like World-War-Two-German-Hitler Nazis?"

Dana laughed. "Yeah. What do you want to drink?"

"Uh, Coke I guess." He paused. "What do Nazis have to do with you?"

"Hey! Keep playing with those breasts mister." Dana ordered form the kitchen. Terry quickly resumed squishing them together, even turning their nipples on each other.

Dana pulled the bottle of Coke out of the fridge, again noting the strangeness of feeling the cold air but not having her boobs chilled. "It was my great grandparents. Apparently they were in some medical experiments in a concentration camp." The cold air washing out of the freezer as she retrieved some ice cubes actually made Dana grateful that her breasts weren’t on her body. "The Nazis apparently messed with their DNA somehow. The result for me and my sister is that we’re detachable."

"You mean Rebecca is detachable too?" Terry asked.

"Yes she is," Dana said as she poured their drinks. "I guess that's one thing we have to thank Hitler for."

Dana snorted at her own dark humor. "Anyway, I found out through her just about a month ago.  I’ve been practising walking around without my boobs on amongst a few other things. It was a bit difficult to balance a first, but I’m getting the hang of it." Dana returned the Coke to the fridge and started moving the quiches over to the plate. "I tell you, I was pretty fucking surprised when she stole my tits and ripped my head off."

Terry stopped playing with Dana’s breasts again. "She ripped your head off?"

"Yup." Dana said gaily as she entered the living room again, carrying the two drinks and the plate. "She just pulled it right off, like she was some kind of savage monster." Dana swung by the front door, locked it, then returned and set the drinks and snacks down on the coffee table. "She did look the part, wearing my boobs and arms."

"Wait, wait, wait…" Terry said. He put Dana’s breasts down on the table next to the snacks. "Your sister stole your tits and arms and then ripped your head off?"

"Yup. Legs too. I was in eight different pieces." Dana said as she sat back down on the couch beside Terry. "Actually, I wasn't really. She had control of my arms and boobs so I guess they weren't really parts of me per se. Technically it would only be four pieces, but the parts were still mine." Dana laughed. "My mind was pretty blown at that point."

"Jesus." Terry said. "That’s a bit fucked up that she would do that to you; ripping you apart and taking your parts like that"

Dana brushed it off. "Nah. It’s just an extension of childish horseplay. I got her back though. I totally ripped off her vadge and blew her up like a water balloon from my kitchen sink; tied her lips in a knot so she couldn’t speak." Terry’s mouth was agape again. "We always did cruel things like that to each other when we were kids," Terry just stared at her. "…just not with the detachment or inflation." Dana continued. "If we knew then what we know now, I can’t imagine the stuff we’d have done."

"I guess..." Terry said. He looked at Dana’s breastless body. It was strange, but he had to admit that it certainly was interesting, enticing even. "Maybe we should investigate your detachability this evening."

"I was hoping you’d say that." Dana said, her smile growing wider. She hugged Terry and kissed him. "I wasn’t sure how you’d react to it. I just figured that since we both love each other, this should be out in the open."

"I’ve gotta be honest," Terry said. "The first thing that pops into my head is ‘How can we exploit this sexually?’"

"I’m glad we’re on the same page," Dana said. "I have already dreamt about it a few times," she admitted. "Usually when I wake up after one my pyjama pants are a bit wet at the crotch."

Terry laughed. "And what did you come up with?"

Dana's smile got coy. "I’d rather see what you come up with without my influence."

"Fair enough." Terry said. He reached for a glass and took a swig, imagining what was possible.

"I prepared myself for this evening," Dana admitted. "I had hoped you would want to experiment and didn't want the flow interrupted should anything happen. No rubber for you required this evening mister, or ever again I guess."

He swallowed his mouthful of pop and cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Do tell."

"It was nothing," Dana said dismissively, "just a trick that Rebecca mentioned."

"Well, now I'm really intrigued; and you're not going to tell me, are you?" Terry asked. Dana shook her head. Terry sighed and picked up one of Dana’s tits again. "So how does it work?" he asked, rolling the breast around in his hands.

"You just kinda push it into place and it pops back on," Dana explained. "It’s pretty simple. Pull to remove, press to re-attach."

Terry held the breast up to Dana’s chest. "So I just press?" He did and there was a soft pop. "And it sticks," he finished. "And to remove stuff I just pull." Terry lightly pinched Dana’s nipple and pulled. It didn’t let go.

"Pull harder." Dana suggested. Terry did so, lifting the greater part of the great breasts off her chest. It held for a bit, suspending the weight of her full breast from her nipple, but it and her areola did come off with a louder, higher-pitched pop after a few seconds. Her breast, now a smooth tear drop of skin-covered fat and mammary tissue fell back to her chest.

Dana grinned at him. "Just like that. Easy, huh?"

"Wow." Terry said. He held the areola and nipple up to his face. "That’s amazing." He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the two-and-a-half inch circle of flesh. It responded.  The nipple that had relaxed abruptly tightened and stood up. Terry got it all nice and covered in saliva then blew on it. Rebecca’s nipple hardened to a steel-like state in the palm of his hand.

"Ah, cold!" she softly cried.

Terry tsk-ed. "You’re the one that brought out the ice cubes last time we made out with each other."

"It was different then. I was prepared for it." Dana said. "This was a surprise."

"Well," Terry said as he put Dana’s teat down on the coffee table. He picked up Dana’s other breast, attached it to her chest and then grasped her nipple and started to pull. "It won’t be a surprise when I do it to your other nipple."  Again there was a pop and Dana’s areola came free form her breast. Terry looked Dana in the eye as he raised her other nipple to his mouth and slipped the whole thing inside.

Dana gasped.  Terry swished her detached teat around his mouth with his tongue, thoroughly bathing it in saliva. He noted the difference in textures between the bumpy front and smooth back. Using his tongue, he rolled up the piece of sensitive flesh as well as he could with the hardening nub in the middle. Dana mewed a little when flattened it out again against the roof of his mouth and repeatedly ran his tongue over her fully erect nipple.

Terry spit out her erect flesh into the palm of his hand. It glistened. Terry looked Dana right in the eye when he blew on it. She squirmed and her body responded by raising it to peak hardness. "You like that, don’t you?" Terry asked.

Dana nodded. "Uh huh."

Grinning, Terry deposited Dana’s other areola on the coffee table. Dana sighed. She had been half afraid and half exited that he might have actually dropped it into the icy cold drinks. She could imagine the coldness making blood rush to the region, making her nipple stand proud. On top of that, cavitation in the carbonated beverage would tickle as the bubbles formed and collapsed on her flesh. In fact, the more Dana thought about it, the more she wanted to suggest it. She restrained herself however.

Terry brought his hands up. One went behind Dana’s head and grasped it. The other hovered in front of her face. "Close your eyes babe," he instructed. Dana did so, curious what he had planned. "If you can rip off your sister’s twat, I can probably… Aha!"  

Dana felt him pinch at the trailing corner of her left eye. He pulled away from her face.  Dana’s top and bottom eyelids and a small patch of surrounding skin came with them leaving behind a curved surface covering her actual eyeball itself.  Terry held the closed eyelids against Dana’s breast. He pressed around the edges, careful not to press in the middle. As soon as her eyelids were affixed to her breast, Dana felt a tingling in her eye and breast and the rounded surface in her eye socket on her face flattened. Dana was smiled as she felt her body reconfigure itself. This was going to be interesting.

Terry quickly pulled Dana’s other eye off her face and attached it similarly to her other breast. He wasn’t done yet though; Dana’s nipples were still unattached. They had relaxed a bit while her eyes were being relocated, but they quickly hardened again when Terry picked them up.  He gently pressed them into Dana’s eye sockets. They were a larger than her eyes were. They covered from the ridge of her brow to just above her lips vertically and from her nose to just over her cheekbones horizontally.

"Okay babe. Open your eyes."  Terry said.

Dana slowly opened one eye.  Terry had leaned down so she could see his face. He was grinning at her. Dana cracked her other eye open and quickly shut it. Her eyes were significantly farther apart than before.  "Whoa," she said. "This is weird."

"Want me to undo it?" Terry quickly asked.

"No, no," Dana replied. "It’ll just take a bit of time." She closed her eyes and lifted her hands to her breasts. After feeling where her eyes were she pushed her tits together, twisting them slightly at the same time in an attempt to keep her eyes pointing in the same direction. Carefully she opened her eyes again. Things looked a bit off, but it was manageable. "Okay." She said.

Dana took a breath and her field of view changed as she inhaled and exhaled. It was similar to when she took a deep breath normally, but amplified and more sudden. "Are you okay?" Terry asked. He had pulled away a bit so Dana could see him more head on.

"Yeah. I’m fine." Dana said. "It’s a little strange but I can get used to it." She snorted which caused her vision to jump.  "I guess I can’t wear my ‘my eyes are up here’ shirt like this."

Terry snickered. "I don’t think you can wear any shirt like that," he retorted. "You might be able to get away with being decent if you went topless and wore a couple of really big eye-patches."

Dana laughed and had to close her eyes because of the violent shaking. "Oh, stop that," she said. "I can’t see right when you make me laugh."

"Sorry babe. I didn’t even think of that," Terry said.

"It’s okay," Dana replied. "When was the last time you interacted with someone with eyes in their tits?"

"Never," Terry said. He looked up at her head. "You look so weird like that."

"I bet." Dana said. "I wanna see. Just give me a minute here." Dana straightened herself on the couch and carefully let go of one of her breasts. The line of sight of her eyes diverged slowly as her breast returned to its natural hang. As long as she did things slowly it seemed that she wouldn’t get nauseous. She slowly let go of her other breast  and her line of sight diverged some more. Dana just sat on the couch for a bit, letting her brain get used to her new way of seeing. Like a looking at a stereographic image, it gave her a bit of a headache, but it was manageable. Her field of view was definitely wider, but things looked strange when directly in front of her. It was as if they had forced perspective.

Terry watched the slow process with bemusement. When Dana seemed settled he waved a hand slightly behind her and off to the side. "Can you see this?"

Dana’s lips quirked. "Yes, I can," she said.  "Everything looks a little weird. It’s like I’m in a strange vision experiment. I can see wider, but I can also see further around the edges of things. " She held out a hand. The motion made one breast sway a bit, making Dana’s vision go slightly wonky, but she pushed though. "Help me up. I don’t trust myself to walk like this."

"Alright," Terry said and stood. He took Dana’s extended hand in his. "On three." Dana nodded, which in itself was weird, given that her head moved but her field of view didn’t.

Terry counted. "One,  two, three."  On three he pulled Dana’s arm up and stabilized her upper arm with his other hand. Dana leaned forwards to center her weight on her feet before standing. Her heavy breasts swung forwards making it look like she was lunging towards the coffee table. Terry’s steadying arm gave her confidence that she wasn’t going to fall on her face despite what it looked like. The cups and remaining drugs loomed large in her sight briefly before she straightened up.

"My god," Terry said as Dana straightened up. She slowly turned to him. " Your boobs are fucking massive. They almost hang down to your belly button."

"It’s quite possible. When I get really turned on they get enormous," Dana said.

"So you’re pretty hot and bothered by this messing around with your body then?" Terry asked.

"That must be why I’m eye level with your crotch," Dana said.  She licked her lips. "It looks like you’re getting pretty turned on too."

"I am," Terry admitted. "Is it that obvious?"

"From here, yes," Dana said. "Now take me to my bedroom. I want to see myself in my mirror."

"Yes ma’am," Terry replied. "Just one thing first." He picked the drinks and drugs up off the coffee table. He pressed Dana’s drink into her hand, then took her free hand and started to lead her around the couch to her bedroom.

Dana’s vision wobbled and swayed back and forth as Terry led her. It wasn’t very far to the room but Dana felt she was getting a hang of having eyes on her tits. It was actually easier than she expected.  It wasn’t that different from walking with your neck held rigidly straight so you head turnes with your shoulders. It was actually slightly easier because of the divergent view from each eye she was actually able to keep at least one eye looking right in front of her. Her gait changed, becoming smoother than normal. Just before they reached the door she felt confident enough to drop Terry’s leading hand.

Terry looked back in surprise when she let go of his hand and saw her confidence. He grinned at her then realized she probably couldn’t see him grinning with her eyes so low. "You’re doing great, babe," he said encouragingly.

"It’s easier than I thought it would be," Dana said as they entered her room. "I’m not saying I’d want to go jogging or do jumping jacks like this though."

Terry laughed. "I’m surprised you’d even consider doing ether of those activities with hooters like yours."

Dana stuck out her tongue. "I can, now that I can take my tits off. "

Terry nodded. "Good point."

Dana tried to look around her room. She tried to turn her eyes, but her vision remained fixed. Terry, who was watching her, guffawed.

"What?" Dana asked.

"Your nipples are moving around," he explained, "like thumb sticks on a game controller." He laughed some more.

Dana laughed as well at the mental picture. The jostling of her breasts as she did so scrambled her vision giving her a crazy look around her room which made her laugh more.  It was disorienting.  She put out a hand and caught the edge of her desk with the intention of steadying herself until she got her laughter under control. It didn’t help much. Her laughter had taken over. Dana put her second hand, the one with the drink, down on the desk to help stabilize her. Ultimately she had to drop to her elbows. Her drink sloshed, almost spilling. Her breasts swung forward as she bent down, a bit delayed due to their inertia. Dana had to close her eyes to prevent getting an eye full of wood as her breasts bumped against the side of her desk.

A minute later, after her laughter had subsided, chest heaving, Dana pushed herself upright again. She kept her eyes closed until she was in a neutral position. When she was standing and her breathing slowed she opened her eyes. Terry was standing next to her mirror. "Over here, babe," he said helpfully.

Dana slowly made her way over to the mirror. She didn’t lift her feet much because she knew there were a few things scattered on the floor and she didn’t want to trip on them. On top of that, her gait would send her breasts swaying again and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle that.  She kicked a couple of pieces of clothing out of the way as she approached the mirror.

Stationing herself in front of it, Dana took in her body.  Looking at herself from slightly above belly button level certainly made for a different view.  What immediately caught her eye was the size of her breasts. Never had they grown this large before. It certainly went along with the moistness she was feeling between her legs that the strangeness of this situation and the admissions of love had brought around. She raised her hand up to cup her breasts. She made the mistake of squeezing them, causing her eyes to part. Things immediately in front of her shrank to nothingness and new things like terry gawking at her came into her vision from the sides. It was the opposite of looking cross eyed. She completely lost sight of the mirror in front of her until she pushed her tits back together.

As she pushed, Dana rolled her breasts together as well. Her vision crossed and soon Dana was looking herself in the eye; so close that when she rolled her breasts a bit more her eyeballs actually touched one another. It wasn’t painful like a finger in the eyes, it wasn’t even uncomfortable, but it certainly felt strange.

Dana rolled her breasts back and hoisted them up so she could get a look at her face.  She hadn’t realized that her areolae extended so close to her mouth. Experimentally she stuck out her tongue and licked the edge of one.  Her hardened nipples seemed to pulse. She extended her tongue further up her face, longer that she had before thought possible. There was a faint tingle along its length as she extended it. She stopped when it reached her nipple an inch and a half above her lips and teased it.

"Holy crap babe," Terry said, pulling Dana out of her experimentation. "Watching you is so frikken erotic. I don’t know how much more I can stand."

Dana retracted her tongue. "Maybe you should put my eyes back on my face and nipples back on my breasts where they belong. Then we can take those pills you brought," she suggested.

"Yeah," Terry agreed and stepped close to her. "I think that would be a good idea. There are things I want to do to you, and having your eyes on your boobs might prove to be a hindrance."

Dana embraced him, closing her eyes so they wouldn’t get hurt rubbing against his jeans. "Fix me up right then we’ll see what we can do about that," Dana said. In response Terry tilted his head down, nuzzled her nippled face and kissed her, then led her over to the bed and sat her down.

"Keep your eyes closed babe." Terry advised her. He pinched at the corner of Dana’s left eye and started to peel.

Emily put down her pen and sighed. She rubbed her eyes. Two and a half hours and she was nearly done. The books she was finished with lay closed, pushed to the edge of her reach; far enough to be out of the way, but close enough to grab should she have to refer back to them. Most of the other denizens of the library had quietly disappeared to places unknown.

Rolling her neck, Emily sighed. She had another half hour of work ahead of her. She idly wondered how things were going with Terry and Dana, but quickly shut that line of thought down. She knew exactly how things were going, and didn't need the reminder of how her own love life was essentially stagnant. It was too late though. She found herself resenting them a bit.

Red shirt was still there, bent over a book and a laptop. Emily regarded him from a distance. He seemed pretty studious. His messy mop of hair shielded his lowered face as he read, but when he went back to his laptop and swept his hair back, Emily could see his startlingly blue eyes from across the library. Her breath caught. Emily had a weak spot for blue eyes. She found the recessive gene attractive. It was silly but she felt that with her own blue eyes it was her duty to do as much as she could to preserve the trait.

Emily quickly averted her gaze as the man straightened up and pushed his arms out to the sides and behind, stretching. She gave a furtive glance to collect more intelligence. He was lean, and not muscle-bound. In fact he was a bit gangly which suited Emily just fine. His shirt was baggy around the chest and too short in the sleeves. It gave him a slightly awkward, nerdy appearance. Emily nearly gasped when he took out his glasses. They were sleek and were rimless. She hadn't seen him wearing them earlier, but she definitely had a thing for guys in glasses.

'Stop torturing yourself,' Emily thought. 'Nothing is going to happen, and you have work to finish. Buckle down and get it done so you can go have a couple of drinks with friends, then return home to an apartment reeking of sex and drugs.' Emily's bitterness was creeping back and with it came a bit of a sneer. 'There might even be some rock 'n roll playing.'

Angry with herself for letting her jealousy get to her, Emily shook her head. That kind of reaction was childish. They didn't mean to rub it in her face, but they could be more considerate than forcing her out of the apartment. They could go to Terry's place at least some of the time.

Emily sighed and went back to her books.