Audrey Rose Loses Her Tits

Winter was in full swing. The temperatures were dancing up and down, one day -20, the next day 30 degrees. While many across the country cuddled in front of warm fires, pulling on extra layers, Audrey Rose was living and loving the outdoors. Her toes exhaulted in the feel of crystals of snow melting under them, turning to ice, a brief imprint of her travels. Up and down trees Audrey Rose climbed, finding like-minded souls in the ravens, magpies and foxes.

As Audrey Rose traveresed the landscape, only stopping in at home for quick kisses from her husband Mitch, and a snack of Cadbury's chocolate or salt and vinegar potato chips with a Coke, her tits decided they didn't really like winter all that much.

Granted, her breasts were perky and round and filled with a nice warm fatty layer, all the better to insulate her heart with, but they felt they had no place on such a lean, muscular body. As Audrey Rose played in the cold, the rest of her fat had already deserted her. Hip bones stuck out and arms and legs became insulated with muscle. The rest of the fat on her body had left a cell at a time, some landing on the needle of a pine, others sizzling on holiday lights strewn around houses. Her tits, though had bigger ambitions. They felt if they could join with some bodacious ta tas, survival would be guaranteed. Her tits chose their victim very carefully.

It was a rowdy night at Sunpie's and Audrey Rose was well into the giddyups, downing one after the other. Girls came and went, without much hope, but then the one came in. The woman's body swayed with curves, her girls were barely covered, a v-neck displaying a nice line of cleavage. The tits coaxed Audrey Rose in that direction. They shared a drink or two and when Audrey Rose was seeing nothing but black, her tits made a jump for it. It happened in a flash. A couple of people rubbed their eyes, headed home thinking they had drank too much, but it was done.

The recipient's breasts were now falling out of the top. Her 'd' bra couldn't contain them and the owner swelled with pride. She jumped up and down a few times to check their buyonacy, ordered another drink and gave herself a good feeling up.

When Audrey Rose awoke the next morning, she didn't initially realize there was any part of her missing. She walked naked into the kitchen, made some french toast with ketchup and sat to eat, when she noticed, as she looked down to her plate, it was a straight view down. Her chest was barely more than nipples. A few breast cells had stayed with her out of loyalty, but there wasn't a whole lot there.

Very pecuiliar, Audrey Rose thought. She entered the bathroom and took a look at her new body. It was slender like a pre-pubescent girl, smooth like an aspen tree. Audrey Rose raised her arms and spun around. She felt as if she had gone back in time, could live her youth over again until Mitch walked in.

"Where's your tits?"

"I'm not sure," said Audrey Rose. "I had them last night, but now they're gone. Do you like it?"

"You look like a child."

"Maybe I want to be a child again for a while."

"But you're a woman."

"Do I have to be?"

"You can be anything you want," said Mitch, "but I like you as a woman, on a path of your own. You're independent not helpless. I think you ought to find your tits."

Audrey Rose wandered around town. It was strange to have no movement on her body with each step. Her breasts had celebrated her skips and jumps with bounces, but now, her body moved aerodynmically through the air. She thought about new sports she might have an advantage in, like swimming or biking, but really she preferred being on her own two feet.

It took a week before she was able to track down her tits. A full week of being sleek and catlike and when she found them, she realized she couldn't really be angry with them. They had found a beautiful home, where they were showcased in glitter. Padded bras kept them warm and they got all the attention they deserved.

"Excuse me," said Audrey Rose to the woman. "I do love your breasts, but I think some of them belong to me."

"I don't go that way," responded the girl.

"Oh, it's not about that," said Audrey Rose. "It seems as if my breasts may have abandoned me for a warmer winter house."

"You can't prove they're your breasts."

"I bet I can," said Audrey Rose and Audrey Rose jumped up and down and a few of the woman's breast cells jiggled.

"That's a fluke," said the woman.

"I know one way to prove they're mine," said Audrey Rose, "my breasts sway whenever Piano Man comes on. Let's go to The Pie."

The entered Sunpie's Bistro and convinced the owner to play Piano Man. As the tunes filled the bar, the woman's breasts involuntarily began to sway. Audrey Rose sang at the top of her lungs, reminding her breasts how much fun they had together, all the years and all the good times. Before she knew it, her breasts were back on her body and the woman was left with a saggy bra.

Audrey Rose gave her breasts a little rub until they perked up, letting Audrey Rose embrace her womanhood.

Please do not attempt to recreate the events of Audrey Rose's life. It will result in internal/external death or at the very least a yeast infection.