Another load of sand hit her square in the chest. The shovel-fulls were definitely coming faster now. Pressure mounting on her ribcage caused her to wheeze and made her breathe in short panicky bursts. She squinted upwards at her assailants, but couldn't see more than their silhouettes against the glare of the desert sun. She cried out for mercy but they continued their grim work.
Crystal screamed herself awake. Instead of being buried alive, she was safe inside her apartment.
However, the relief of discovering it was all just a nightmare proved short lived. She was still having a hard time breathing. Did her roommate pile something heavy on her chest while she slept? She tried pushing the weight off of herself, but the covers were the only things that moved. What remained were two obscenely sized breasts. Her breasts apparently.
The idea they were a part of her was taking some time to sink in. Crystal inched her way up in bed, propped herself up with pillows so she could breathe easier, and hooked her arms under her new endowments. They were very soft and extremely heavy. Warm too. They had acted like twin hot water bottles in the night, and her skin was covered with a sheen of perspiration. Crystal blew air over her left nipple. The momentary chill caused by evaporating sweat made it extend a proud inch.
She reached for her nipple and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't still dreaming. She wasn't. Then she pinched herself again, pulled slightly, and twisted counterclockwise just a little. Still not dreaming. She pinched both now, tugged and flicked them with her thumbs. Nothing.
Still, more testing couldn't hurt. She had to be sure.
Another load of sand hit her square in the chest. The shovel-fulls were definitely coming faster now. Pressure mounting on her ribcage caused her to wheeze and made her breathe in short panicky bursts. She squinted upwards at her assailants, but couldn't see more than their silhouettes against the glare of the desert sun. She cried out for mercy but they continued their grim work.
Crystal screamed herself awake. Instead of being buried alive, she was safe inside her apartment.
However, the relief of discovering it was all just a nightmare proved short lived. She was still having a hard time breathing. Did her roommate pile something heavy on her chest while she slept? She tried pushing the weight off of herself, but the covers were the only things that moved. What remained were two obscenely sized breasts. Her breasts apparently.
The idea they were a part of her was taking some time to sink in. Crystal inched her way up in bed, propped herself up with pillows so she could breathe easier, and hooked her arms under her new endowments. They were very soft and extremely heavy. Warm too. They had acted like twin hot water bottles in the night, and her skin was covered with a sheen of perspiration. Crystal blew air over her left nipple. The momentary chill caused by evaporating sweat made it extend a proud inch.
She reached for her nipple and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't still dreaming. She wasn't. Then she pinched herself again, pulled slightly, and twisted counterclockwise just a little. Still not dreaming. She pinched both now, tugged and flicked them with her thumbs. Nothing.
Still, more testing couldn't hurt. She had to be sure.