>>5030532>>5029361>>5031435“WAAAAH!”
You’re suddenly scared awake by a loud scream. Quickly pushing yourself up on the bed you look around in a daze of confusion, scanning the room for its source.
Nene sat on the bed as well, perhaps just a foot from you, looking back in shock. Her hands cross around her chest, hiding her sizable breasts. You notice that her camisole’s strap had slipped off her shoulder and so you rationalize that perhaps she simply had a morning wardrobe malfunction.
Still, why would she bother? You’re her husband, for crying out loud.
“Uuuuhhh…” Her teary eyes however seem to tell a different story, her shock now replaced by some confusion of her own. Not an unusual occurrence, it is Nene after all, but peculiar nonetheless.
“What’s wrong?” You reach in and pet her head, ruffling her blonde hair. “Nightmare?”
“Uhhhh…” She sobs again as she leans into your hand. Slowly she drops her hands, giving you a full view of her still-clothed breasts.
Your eyes are immediately drawn to dark patches in her thin silk sleepwear, centered around her nipples. “Wait… is this…?” You think to yourself as your eyes shift between her chest and her flushed face. Her embarrassment now making you embarrassed too.
“This is your fault!” She throws a series of weak punches against your shoulders. “Always playing with Nene’s breasts, this is what happens!”
“Wait, but -” You’re interrupted by a limp-wristed strike against your chin. “What happened?!”
Nene drops the tantrum, pouts and looks down. She fidgets before her hand hooks onto the side edge of the camisole and pulls it inward, towards the center of her chest. As she does, her heavy mammary plops out into full view, and it’s then that you realize what the fuss is about; though that doesn’t help clear up a thing.
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