"...Paying a visit to a friend of mine," Sarah said with a huge grin. "She'd really love to meet you."
"M-Meet me?"
"It's a figure of speech," Sarah replied. "Now, let's get going."
"W-Wait!" the breasts squeaked as Sarah stepped out of the changing room. She could almost feel them jiggle about on their own, as if fighting her. "M-My clothes..."
"What clothes?"
"The clothes I was wearing before I turned into your breasts! The ones you're leaving behind on the floor!"
As her boobs shouted, they wobbled around in Sarah's bra, causing her to giggle. In her mind, it was ridiculous that her chest would be putting up a fuss over nothing. She put both of her hands against the sides of her tits and whispered down at them.
"Hey. You're breasts now, aren't you?"
"W-Well, yes...Technically..."
"And do breasts wear clothes or do they get put into clothes?"
Sarah could feel her tits heat up again as her chest turned a delightful shade of red. It was almost like her boobs were battling themselves against their very nature. Like a person trying to deny that they were actually enjoying getting teased and worked up.
"N-No," the breasts finally admitted. "B-But what about my wallet and cellphone...?"
"The store will find them and keep them...Until you turn back, of course~"
"Until I turn back," her boobs murmured. "O-Okay..."
"Good," said Sarah before she slapped her tit from the side. "And stop bouncing around on your own. Breasts only move when their owner does."
"O-Owner?"
Sarah ignored hearing that though, she didn't feel like her boobs had anything else important to say. Though she was elated at the whimperings as her breasts went slack save for the swaying of her own body as she moved through the clothing store and out into the mall proper. Sarah could only imagine what it must have been like to be her breasts right now. Swaddled in her bra and swinging gently back and forth with each step like in a hammock. Every so often, Sarah would look down and smirk with satisfaction at just how much space her chest now took in her field of vision. She couldn't even see her feet anymore without bending far over, her breasts were so large.
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