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Natani felt something brush against her left breast.

This was strange, because Natani's generous womanliness was currently being contained behind the magical bandages tightly wrapped around her torso. And over that was her regular green vest. Around her, the storage room she used for fighting practice stood mostly empty, with the exception of Keith. And he was currently occupied adjusting the training gear.

For a moment, she considered chalking the sensation up to her imagination. However, the unmistakable feeling of fingers brushing against her breast again quickly dashed that notion.

"Ah!" Natani jumped to her paws with a yelp. Someone had access to her breasts!

"Huh? What's the matter?" Keith asked, one of his long tan ears cocked to the side in that Basitin way Natani would normally find cute, under regular circumstances. For a moment, Natani considered telling her friend what was wrong.

"It's-" Natani stuttered for a moment, collecting herself. "It's nothing. I have to go!"

Natani quickly turned and left. She couldn't let on what was happening. This was personal, and Natani was determined to take care of it herself.

"But what about sparring?" Keith called after her, but the wolf was already out the door.

The fingers were now tracing along the edges of her breasts, lightly fondling the sensitive flesh, and causing the boy-trapped-in-a-girl's-body to shudder.

"I have to get back to my room!" Natani thought to herself.

She knew the only way someone could be touching her right now is if they had found her other pair of bandages. The magical bindings were both linked to the same shared pocket universe in which she stored her breasts while passing as a man. Thus, either allowed access. It was a flaw she never got around to fixing - something she was regretting now.

As she raced down the hall, she felt the hand reach under her right breast, lifting the heavy orb up as high as it would go, before letting it drop back down. Natani tried to fend off the phantom hands by placing her arms in front of her chest, but it was futile. Ironically, the bindings she used to keep her breasts out of sight were now keeping them out of her own reach, and defenselessly within their's.

Natani's face flushed with humiliation as she felt the hands start to 'juggle' her breasts, slapping at them lightly from side to side, presumably to make them jiggle. She was half-tempted to rip the vest and bandages off right then and there, but other people were around and she didn't want to be seen stripping in public.

"When I find whoever's doing this, I am going to strangle- ngh!" Natani was cut short mid-rant by the feeling of a finger delicately flicking at her left nipple. "No! Stop that!"

The fingers did not stop, though. Instead, they started making small circles around the little pink knobs, teasing and flicking. Natani, having rejected her female body for most of her life, had never given her breasts much attention in the past. As a result, after a lifetime trapped inside bindings, they had inadvertently become much more sensitive to touch. And the foreign sensations of someone playing with her breasts were now sending sparks up and down Natani's spine.

"Leave those alone!" Natani said through gritted teeth. To her embarrassment, she could feel her nipples swelling under the probing fingertips. It was a secret shame of Natani's that, while normally small, they were 'growers'. When fully erect her nipples could become large enough to poke out of her fur. And whoever was on the other end seemed determined to make them do just that. "Damn it, body! Stop responding to this!"

Reaching the door to her room, she flung it wide, handle crashing against the wooden wall. She ran in ready to pounce, but her face fell with disappointment and confusion (and a minor twitch as one of her nipples were pinched) when she saw it was empty. The dresser drawer where she kept her spare bandages was slightly ajar, and looking inside, she found what she already knew: they were gone!

After another quick scan of the room, Natani concluded she was truly alone. Shutting the door, she switched gears, throwing off her green vest. If she couldn't find them, at least she could take the bandages off here in privacy, she reasoned.

Undoing the cloth in the back, the wolf removed the bandages wrapped around her chest in one smooth, victorious flourish, freeing her breasts at last from their confines and removing them from the reach of whoever had stolen the twin pair!

...Or at least that's what would have happened, if they weren't stuck. Looking down, Natani realized that her breasts were still trapped in the fabric. The ends of the bandages hung limply from either side of her torso, but hugged the front of her chest as if glued there. With horror, Natani felt hot breath on her right breast, and then the sensation of something wet and tongue-like on her right nipple.

With a desperate yell, Natani grabbed at the fabric, pulling it away with all her strength. It refused to budge. She clawed at the sides hanging down, shredding them until there was only a single, wide strip of cloth across her front. But despite her efforts, they continued to hold.

Frustration turned to dawning realization as Natani suddenly knew what was wrong: they weren't fondling her breasts from inside the pocket space. Whoever had the matching pair had turned the fabric inside out. Her breasts were sticking out of the other set, dangling disembodied for anyone to play with.

And until her breasts were pushed back into the pocket space from the other side, she could not pull them back out on her end. They were essentially stuck, held fast by the metaphysical gap.

"Noooo~ooh!" Natani cried out, at first in frustration before suddenly shifting into a barely stifled moan, caused by the tongue currently taste-testing her nipples. Natani slapped a hand over her mouth, a renewed wave of embarrassment flowing through her for making such a feminine sound. She was glad no one was there to hear that.

Natani leaned a hip against a wall, trying to come up with a new plan. This proved difficult - the stranger had gone from licking to sucking. Her right nipple, which up until this point had remained stedfastly half-rigid, was now being drawn to full hardness by the suction. And though Natani tried to ignore it, a damp spot was beginning to spread down below, clinging to the fur of her mound as her traitorous body reacted to the unwanted stimuli.

With renewed determination, Natani rushed to her desk to grab her mana crystals. There had to be a way to dispel the magic! There had to! If she could just concentrate long enough to come up with a counterspell, she could get herself out of this mess.

Natani yelped as a second mouth joined the first, taking her left nipple into their mouth. Two! Two people had her breasts!

The second stranger felt more timid, kissing and licking at her teat softly, but the nipple responded all the same. Natani meanwhile was frozen in place trying to process the strange sensation of two people nursing from her. Jolts of electric pleasure flooded through her body. Between her legs, her womanhood twitched excitedly, and stubbornly ignored any command by its master to calm down. All Natani could do was try to focus on the crystal in her hand, while ignoring the reflection of herself sweating and panting on the crystal's surface.

Then just as suddenly, and much to Natani's relief, the sucking sensations stopped. The mouths pulled away. And for a moment, Natani hoped whoever was on the other end had finally grown bored of this game. But the relief was short-lived.

"What now?" Natani thought weakly. Two hands grabbed at the base of each breast, lifting the mounds up. After some adjustment, Natani felt them being pointed towards one another. Then Natani gasped as she felt something completely unexpected: her two fully-erect, wet nipples were being rubbed against each other.

"S-stop! Stop that!" Natani breathed heavily, distracted by the bizarre feeling. Her nipples were being forced to tease themselves! Natani's legs trembled beneath her. The tiny jolts rushing down her spine were now coalescing at her groin.

Somehow, the sensation of her nipples being rubbed together was, for Natani, infinitely worse than what had come before. Previously, it was just them playing with her breasts. Sure, it was humiliating, but at least she could put all the blame on them for what she was feeling. But now... it was as though they were forcing her to pleasure herself! The tiny motions of her nipples as they slid and flicked off each other felt, in a weird way, like them making her masturbate in front of them. Making her play with herself!

"No! Not like this! Do something else with them! Anything!" Natani shoved her hands between her legs and held them together tightly, trying to fight it, but her pleas went unheeded. Her nipples continued being forced to stimulate each other, making circles around each areola. And there was nothing Natani could do to stop from feeling everything. Natani's toes flexed wildly and the fur on her tail stood on end against the mounting pressure building inside her.

"Ngh! Damn it! You assholes! I won't let you-!" Another moan cut her off. Somehow, whoever was on the other end seemed to know she was close, and redoubled their efforts, determined to make her orgasm in the most humiliating way possible.

"Nonono~aaaah!" Natani cried out as she felt her body tipping over the edge. Legs giving out, Natani fell to the ground moaning with pleasure, back arched and toes splayed wildly in the throes of ecstasy. Her womanhood leaked fluids down her legs to the floorboards below. Her tail was quivering in raised submission as the last drops dripped from her engorged mount.

Collapsing fully, Natani remained still for a long time, basking in the afterglow. As her breathing returned to normal, she looked down and noticed that her breasts were now back within sight. The bindings had fallen away at some point. Nipples poked through the brown fur, wet and pink from stimulation. Still panting, she placed a hand on either breast to assure herself they were really there, being careful not to brush the sensitive tips.

After taking a few more moments to collect herself, she raised herself to a seated position and assessed the situation. She was going to need a bath, for one thing. And probably a mop. Another binding would have to be made. And her spare bindings were still out there. She needed to be careful not to use that pocket space in the future. At least, she reasoned to herself, until she had a safety word counterspell in place.