Quadroboobia

Lois padded down the hall with her robe open.

She stared blankly ahead as she made her way toward the rejuvenating heat of the shower.

She had the feeling that she had missed something important. No matter.

She got the water temperature up to Mordor and stepped into the steam.

She stood in the lifegiving stream for a moment, the reached for the liquid soap.

She squirted the blue minty soap over her chest and began to lather.

She covered her ample boobs, them moved down to her taut belly.

But instead of hard abs, she felt another pair of boobs.

"What the hell?" she said. "I don't have four tits.."

She ran her hands over them. They were copies of their upstairs neigbors. And the nipples were particularly sensistive.

She stopped to give them some attention.

She found she could adequatley service three nipples at a time by laying her head on her chest to nibble one of the top pair.

She turned it into a special session, working her pussy as well as all four boobs.

She knew she should be worried. But it wasn't like they were tumors, they were two first rate jugs.

She dried herself, then pulled her robe closed.

She needed a second opinion. "Brian" she called 'Come here, please."

In the turret, Quagmire was recovering.

The sight of Lois with four breasts had sent him through the roof.

Regrettably when she came out of the shower she had her robe closed.

But you could see those puppies bouncing inside.

As he watched, Brian came down the hall.

When Brian entered Lois room she stood there in her pink bathroobe and bare feet.

She had an odd look on her face.

"Brian", she said, "I need your opinion on something."

'What's that, Lois?"

"These" she said, dropping her robe open.

Brian had seen her naked before. Those were cherished memories.

But this time something new had been added; a second pair of standard breasts below the originals.

"Wow" he said.

Brian's tail wagged. A smile crossed his face. One of the things he found difficult to accept about human women was a dearth of breasts.

Oh sure, hominid women had a lot of boob by weight, but just the two nipples. But Lois had apparently taken steps to correct the situation.

Maybe I should ask "How?"

Lois shrugged. "They were here this morning. But what do you think about them?"

"They're glorious, Lois. What do you think?"

She considered her augumented bosom. 'I think we need a drink."