New Boobs (short erotic story)

A short sci-fi, nonbinary erotica for your enjoyment!

New Boobs

Mica set the large, black box xe was carrying on the library table by the front door and gently pushed the door shut. An electronic chirp let xem know the door was closed and locked.

This moment was three years in the making. Mica’s journey was longer if you counted the years of battling for the right to do this and develop the technology.

Mica opened the box and looked at the pair of breasts nestled in protective cushioning. Two D-cups matching their own caramel skin tone, with chocolatey nipples looked back at them. Xe touched them. The covering still felt skin-like. Xe had been afraid that in the excitement to get these xe had been imaging how real the breasts would feel. Under their fingers, the prosthetics felt like breasts. Xe gently pinched one of the nipples. The resistance under their fingers felt like pinching the nipples of their girl Aria. Mica smiled.

Mica closed the box. Xe picked it up and carried it back to the master suite. Despite the modern upgrades and the slick lines, Mica had not gone stark and monochrome in their décor. The bedroom floor was covered in a large, deep purple rug with long, fur-like fibers. The bed had a silk turquoise duvet and throw pillows in a dozen shades of pinks and blues. Oversize portraits of leather men and women in black and white adorned the walls. A large wardrobe with lacquer floral inlay set across from the queen bed. The room reflected Mica- a blend of the masculine and feminine, not landing squarely in either camp.

Xe undressed and tossed their clothes into the hamper in the bathroom. As xe stepped into the shower, the water turned on and poured out of the two oversized showerheads. Mica let the water soak the hair on their chest thoroughly before reaching for the shaving cream. Xe looked down at the dark wet curls on their chest and said “good-b ye”

With the arrival of the new prosthetics, the hair had to go. The glue that held the breasts on would pull off too much hair when removed, so Mica went about shaving off the hair. As the razor stripped them of the outwardly manly appearance, their mindset began to shift to the more feminine. Xe decided to continue the depilation and shaved their legs as well.

Mica carefully toweled off their chest, avoiding applying lotion to the area. Xe removed a tube of medical adhesive from the bathroom drawer and a small brush. Xe painted on a thin layer of adhesive, beginning at their nipple and working concentrically outward to cover the entire area where the prosthetics would sit. Fanning the glue with their hands to urge it to dry xe walked back into the bedroom.

Mica removed the left breast the box. Xe pressed the small button in the recessed area at the back of the breast until the bluetooth connection lit up. Mica carefully lined up the breast centering it over their own nipple and pressed it into place. Xe held it there for thirty seconds waiting for it to adhere. Xe then repeated the process on the right.

When both breasts were in place, Mica supported them as xe lay back on the silk bedspread. Xe gently rubbed the right breast with their hand. Xe felt the breast being rubbed! Mica smiled. This had happened in the hospital after the sensor port had been implanted into their sensory cortex but xe never really believed they would have their own pair of prosthetic breasts which would feel like real breasts. Now, laying on their bed, Mica pinched the nipples. Xe giggled with delight.

Mica’s phone chirped. Aria was on her way. Mica couldn’t wait to show her the new breasts! They had talked about this with Aria for more than three years. Initially, xe had considered implants, but had concluded that they didn’t always want breasts. Sometimes the square, hairy male chest xe had developed felt right. Sometimes xe ached to have large breasts.

Prosthetic breasts, especially for someone who didn’t identify as female and had not lost one to cancer were seen as a unnecessary luxury at best and a violation on nature at worst. Xe used all the financial resources at their disposal, along with volunteering as the first subject, and arguing that nonbinary went beyond individuals who wished to fully physically transition to a different gender within the binary, xe managed to get Hopkins to approve the experimental breasts.

The ability to wear functional breasts and then remove them as identity dictated quickly led to people mocking Mica as creating a human version of Mr. Potato Head. Pop on the parts you want, take off what you don’t. For all the guffaws and punchlines by comedians, xe never understood why the ability to have the body you want and alter it as your identity shifted was seen as a bad thing.

They went to the closet and selected a bright magenta bra and panty set. Mica carefully hooked the bra and adjusted the breasts to sit just right. The lacy boy shorts cradled their cock, still at half chub, and xe tucked their balls gently into the lace. Xe then pulled on a black tank top and short pleated black skirt to complete the look.

Xe opened the doors to the wardrobe. Floggers and canes gently knocked on the doors as they opened. Xe opened a sliding drawer and double checked to make sure the butt plugs were ready. The electronic assistant announced Aria’s arrival at the front door.

Mica opened the front door wide and stood there, shoulders back, chest out. “Welcome my love!”

“Holy crap! You got them!” Aria squealed and hugged xem.

She stepped back. “Wow! They look great. Can I touch them?”

“Please do,” Mica smiled.

Aria’s hands cupped each breast and she squeezed gently. ‘Can you can feel that?”

Mica nodded. “Yes, all of it.”

Aria squeezed their breast again and then felt for the nipples. She gently pinched. Mica moaned quietly.