As Sandy hit her alarm clock, she felt as though something wasn’t where it should be. Deciding she was probably still half-asleep, she made her way downstairs to eat breakfast.

“There you are, sleepyhead,” her mother remarked upon seeing her. “You sure slept soundly last night.”

“What, were you watching me sleep last night or something?” Sandy joked.

With an eerie smile, her mother replied, “Well, I suppose you could say that. Why don’t you eat up, dear?”

Groggily, Sandy pulled up a chair and looked at her plate. She blinked to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. From the plate, a pair of developing breasts stared back at her. If she didn’t know better, she’d say they looked just like hers, except…

She quickly lifted her shirt and confirmed her fears; in place of her breasts, there was a gruesome network of stitches carving across her now-flat chest.

Wide eyed and trembling, she managed to say, “Wh-wha… are th-those, my… my….”

“Why, of course they’re yours, dear. Heavens, I should think you would recognize them. Now go on and eat, or you’ll be late for school.”

Still in shock, Sandy could only obey, and picked up her former left breast gingerly. She gingerly bit down on the edge, her teeth quickly sinking into the tender flesh. Her mouth watering, she couldn’t resist as she ravenously bit off her nipple and sucked out the fatty tissue, sobbing all the while. Her other breast soon followed suit.