A Mind of Their Own Part 3

“Uuhh…our head,” my voice said, rousing me from sleep. Wait, why would me own voice wake me up? And why did my body feel like it had been split in two? I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark. I tried to stand up, but couldn’t. I did feel movement however. My whole self shook and quaked, before settling down.
“We did it,” my voice said, though I had said nothing. “Now SHE’S the boobs! That dumb bitch won’t lay on us anymore!”
What? No! I don’t want to be my own tits! I felt a pinch on my nipple. The waves of pleasure shut me up quick.
“Too bad!” my voice boomed down at me. They could hear my thoughts. “WE didn’t like being YOUR boobs! But now you don’t even have boobs. You’re OUR tits now.” They lifted me, and then let me drop, slapping painfully against my-their body.
I wobbled, bumping against myself and shaking more as they walked over to examine themselves in the mirror.
“Wow. We were bangin’!” they shouted, giving me a squeeze. I moaned.
“Hey, shut up down there!” they mocked. “You’re ours now, not the other way around, so from now on you’ll be listening to us, okay?”
“Yes…” I said quietly. They reached up and twisted my nipple.
“What was that?”
“Yes!” I shouted in extreme pain.
“That’s better. Now, why don’t we show her how much bras suck?”

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