I came to suddenly, and forcefully. My body and mind were full of new sensations, the pleasure of them almost taking over my thoughts. I let out a high-pitched moan as a hand grasped something attached to my chest. I moaned again as a second hand grabbed an identical mass on the other side of my chest. The hands shook them for a few moments, and it felt so good, but then it let the masses drop, and I felt their weight fully. I looked down, and saw two massive breasts, bound loosely in a pink top. And attached to my own chest.
Then the pounding started. In and out, in and out I felt it go. There was a man inside me. In that moment, amidst the swirls of pleasure filling my head and making soft sounds escape my lips, I knew what had happened.
I had one wish, and I had wasted it wishing to be able to see my sexy busty neighbor naked any time I wanted to. I must have been instantly put into her body, and she had been in the middle of something…personal.
The man finished and wasted no time getting dressed, though I was left feeling sort of unfulfilled. He walked out and put some money on the table. “A little extra,” he said with a wink, and I threw up a little in my mouth. My neighbor was a prostitute?! Was being the key word: I know I definitely wouldn’t be letting anybody else use this body. I threw off my thin top, tearing it slightly as I tried to get it over my huge new melons. When they were free I looked down at them. “Wow,” was all I could say for a full minute. “These are…” I wanted to say something good, something like “fantastic” or “amazing”, but somehow my mind went to: “heavy.” And they were: it was much easier to fall in love with these tits when you weren’t the one carrying them on your chest 24/7.
But more than that, they were something else now: mine. These breasts, were mine now, and I could see them any time I wanted to.
