This choice: "Later, let's head to school." • Go Back...Chapter #9"Later, let's head to school." by: shitadel   "I get that it's new and exciting," you concede, "but do you want anybody finding out about this? We should avoid arousing suspicion for now, and experiment after school."
She looks disappointed, but nods with a sigh, picking up her fingers one by one. However, as she reaches for her disembodied privates, she pauses. Instead of reattaching them, she slips on her pants (without bothering with underwear) and places them in her pocket with a devious smile. "I'm still gonna have a little fun where I can," she says, inserting her breasts in the cups of her bra before lifting it gently against her blank chest. Her detached boobs are nestled snugly in place, but remain disconnected from her body, assuming almost spherical shapes. She bounces a little, seeming to enjoy the alien sensations as her breasts roll around.
"Are you done?" You ask, trying to mask your arousal with impatience.
"Just about," she replies, pulling on her shirt, thankfully without enough cleavage to reveal the outlines of her breasts. Shifting around one last time to get her parts settled, she follows you out the door, grinning ear to ear. "Best. Day. Ever." You roll your eyes, but unbeknownst to her, you also placed your own manhood in your backpack rather than reattaching it.
As you run down the stairs, Crystal bumps into your mother, who seems to have been on her way to check on you. "There you are! Here, take your lunches," she says, handing you both paper bags. "I can't drive you today, so you'll have to hurry to catch the bus."
Crystal seems to be recovering herself in more ways than one. Holding her hand on her stomach in an awkward pose, she manages a "Thanks mom, bye!" before hastily limping out of her line of sight. Once you're both out the front door, she lets go, after which a breast falls from her shirt at the waist.
"Whatever happened to avoiding suspicion?" You ask through gritted teeth as she crams it back down her collar.
"Pff, live a little!"
"Just attach them so we can run!"
She sticks out her tongue, but complies, and presses her hands against her chest. Once it's clear that she's done, you bolt the rest of the way to the bus stop.
After sprinting a good half mile, you wish that you hadn't put your dick in the compartment with loose pencils. On the other hand, you're glad you made it in time. Now it's time to act natural. You and Crystal find neighboring seats and catch a breather while the bus whirs into motion. Then it strikes you. It could be that you two aren't the only ones affected by... whatever this is. From your aisle seat, you search the neighboring kids for any suspicious signs.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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