**Working on chapter two, lemme know what you think, if you liked it, if I should continue. Thanks!**
**FF / Attribute theft / BE / AE /**
The sunlight filtered through the blinds, settling on the wall and dripping down to the floor. Julie rolled out of bed. She rubbed her temples, as the tired thoughts and dreams bubbled out of her head. She brought her head down and her hair back, gathering her straw blonde mane back into a ponytail and got dressed. She pulled her white crop top on and struggled into her jeans.
Abby hopped up off the couch, and turned the faded plastic coffee maker on. The two had been inseparable throughout college, being freshman roommates, and renting a flat together after graduation. However, one thing had always been a point of contention in Abby’s mind: Julie’s fat fucking tits.
Abby had been skinny her whole life, all flesh and bone, and being flat chested was just the cherry on top. And, while she loved her roommate and best friend, she was always completely and utterly jealous. Julie’s figure was something out of a wet dream. While she was 5’6”, Julie had long tan legs, juicy thighs, a tight little ass, and wide, feminine hips with just a hint of cellulite. And her tits. Julie’s breasts were a sight to behold. Large, maybe even beyond an E cup Abbey thought; and yet perky and firm on her chest. Her healthy blonde hair fell to her mid back, and had bounce and shine that Abby could swear was out of a Pantene ad. Abby didn’t just want to ogle Julie though, deep down she wanted to be her. She rubbed herself late at night when she thought Julie wouldn’t hear, eyes closed thinking about what she would do with those tits and how soft her legs would be wrapped around someone, anyone’s soft wet tongue.
Julie got out of the shower, smelling the fancy arabica coffee that Abby roasted for her every morning. While she wouldn’t admit it—Julie was in love with Abby. She had the cutest deep auburn hair that she usually kept in braided pigtails (which Julie thought was kinky), and stood just a little taller than her, at 5’9”. Freckles adorned her cheeks and were sprinkled all over her body at close interval. She had a relatively flat chest, which Julie was profoundly envious of, (her back must never hurt, and she can wear all kinds of cute tops!). Abby had adorable bright green eyes that contrasted beautifully with Julie’s light brown. And, best of all, their personalities fit together perfectly. They both shared many common interests, tastes, and sometimes clothes.
They found out about the procedure at the same time, when Abby sent Julie a post on instagram. It was a news article about a newly developed procedure that enabled surgeons to neutralize the enzymes in fat that made another body reject it. This would allow plastic surgeons to have donor patients’ spare fat be used in another patient—kind of like a transplant. Followed shortly after was Abby’s sarcastic message, “wanna switch tits? :p”. Julie knew she was joking, and yet…
After calling Abby into the living area, they sat down and discussed the logistics of actually going through the procedure. While neither of them would admit that the thought of swapping tits made them soaking wet, it did raise a lot of awkward sexual tension between the two. It was Julie who first suggested that Abby take some of her thighs and butt as well. Her reasoning was that it was hard for her to find clothes, and finally being skinny would let her wear whatever she wanted. Abby hungrily agreed, and the two scheduled an appointment with a surgeon two cities over.
Both went in together later that week, after a consultation. They were briefed on what they would feel like, how they would have to take care of their new breasts, how there were risks involved etcetera etcetera. They both went under and the good doctor and assistants went to work. They awoke some 5 hours later, in bandages, and were told to drink fluids and come back in a week for a follow up.
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