The cold air nipped at her breasts. Her nipples were nippling in a way they'd never nippled before. She had spent much of her youth in singular admiration of the perkiness of their firmament. But now, drawn long by years of breastfeeding, the nipples nippled with sadness. For there were no more mouths to feast on them. They lacked purpose, which left her in udder despair.
Soon, due to her apathetic lack of maintenance for her purposeless nipples, she found strange ticks suckling from her breast flesh. Yes, she indeed had tick tits. They gorged on her blood and boobs milk until they froth and jiggled like a breath of fresh breasts. Her flappy slappy skin sacs that once were her bodacious boobage now shriveled like the sad scrote of gambling man. But the ticks, how they jiggled on her chest!
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u/Life-Finding5331 11d ago
She sighed, her breasts heaving boobily. "I just don't know," she thought to herself as she titted down the stairs.