She had to see herself. Her mirror was on her closet door on the other side of the room, and she climbed out of bed on trembling legs. She drug a pillow with her over to the mirror, threw it on the floor, and lowered herself onto it, straddling it. She ground her hips against it, savoring the friction, and forced her hands away from her new tits. Then she looked.
The sight was enough to make her want to cum. There she was, but she had never seen herself like this before: skin flushed and dewy, thighs glistening, tummy taught and was her waist flared in and were her hips rounded out more than they had been? Audra thought so. But there was no denying the real show-stopper: two perfectly round, high breasts rising and falling with every rapid breath. They looked larger as she looked at them head-on. Larger and rounder and fuller, deliciously so.
They were B-cups, at least. Had to be. Audra watched herself cup her tits and moaned, both at the sight and the feel. She ground her hips against the pillow faster, rubbing her nipples against her palms. The pillowcase between her thighs was soaked and she rode it for all she was worth, though nearly all of her pleasure was centered around her tits.
Her tits! She could still hardly believe it, even staring at them, feeling them. It seemed too good to be true, and Audra wanted to savor this moment, to make it last. But the tension was building too quickly. Her body was on fire. Her cunt ached and her nipples throbbed. She squeezed each nipple between her fingers, rolling and tugging them and making her tits bounce.
Her breathing hitched and her eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to stay open, to watch herself as her orgasm ripped through her, tearing her apart. Her pussy gushed and quivered, her breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly.
When she finally came down from her high, she wiped her hands over her face and grinned at herself in the mirror. She panted, watching her breasts. Up, down. Up, down. She cupped them, revelling in their realness, then paused. Moments ago, her hands had engulfed them entirely, all fingers touching her ribs. Now, only the very tips of her fingers brushed her ribs. It felt more like holding a smallish grapefruit rather than an orange.
Bigger? Audra looked from her chest to the mirror and back again. Maybe... They did look a little bigger. They certainly felt bigger, but... Audra shook her head, laughing to herself. Probably just her imagination. She wasn't used to having any chest yet. It would probably take her a while to get used to judging it by sight.
A door opened down the hall, and Audra heard her brother wander down the stairs. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was nearly nine-thirty. She'd been...preoccupied for much longer than she realized.
Breathing deeply, she stood and stretched, appreciating the way her breasts lifted and fell as she did so. She stripped the sodden pillowcase from her pillow and threw it in her laundry basket, then sauntered into her attached bathroom, already wondering how the pulsating shower head would feel on her two new twins.
