the two tits

chapter one.

note from the author;

there are two tits to this story, one who's perspective is in italic, and the other bold. please enjoy my story, i worked very hard on it.

the moment i was born, i was defected. my entire life, i was labelled as a "monster," and those around me continuously harassed me. it became so severe, i would have to isolate myself. let me explain; in the titty-verse, when a tit is birthed, they have two tits. though, once in a few thousand years, a tit is born by titself, and it is said that in the past these tits were praised and worshiped. they were seen as heroes and were extremely special, due to the decrease of the single-tits, they were feared. the people who once admired them had become annihilated, and not much was known about them. i came from wealthy tits, but despite that they cared for me and they took care of me, despite the fact i was a single-tit. though, because of the harsh environments they could no longer look at me the same. though they never showed any disgust, only pity. it was still an uncomfortable and saddening feeling.

the earliest memory i can remember about my life is walking home from school in tears, seeing my parents and screaming "mother, father!! i hate school, i never want to go back." they hugged me, and comforted me. they complained to the school, and because i was "defected," the school did not take any actions. that was when i realized that this world was not fair. i always stayed in my house, inside of the attic. with the frequent visit of guests, and the fact that my parents were high in titciety, they could not show me. i look outside the window every single day with a book on the desk in front of me, wishing to be normal. to be with another tit, at this thought, i finally accepted that i could never be like them, that wishing was just pointless. tears streamed down my face, and i buried my face in the book titled "historical tits of the titty-verse." i could only dream of being here.

the moment i was born, i was stared at with cold eyes. my family was poor, and we were on the verge of death each and every single day. we lived on the streets with barely enough food to feed a child. thankfully, i was treated with titpect by everytit who lived on the streets, but every single time a wealthy tit passed by, they stared at me with eyes that called me terrible names. though, i never let it get to me. the reason for all of this, was because i was a singular tit. what was wrong with it? i find it pretty sick, and so did everyone who were acquaintances with me. to earn money, i entered street fighting contests, and eventually became victorious of every single event i went to. never had i thought, that everything would change when i turned the age of 14.

when i turned 14, i was told of the news of my arrival at a "school." i wondered what this school thing was, and was i found out very soon. my first steps into the school, everytits eyes fell upon me. they looked in astonishment, and i thought it was because of how cool i looked. that changed when i made eye contact with "that" tit. "that" tit looked gorgeous, but extremely hostile. they had amazing skin, no flaws, their tits were practically glowing. they bounced elegantly with every single step, and i was amazed. they walked up to me as if they were on a catwalk, i was stunned by tit's appearance, until it pushed me down. "hah! you single tit. you will never be like us, us normal tits." she laughed, and soon everyone else followed. and there, my terrible life had begun. 

years passed, and i was still incredibly insecure. after so many years, nearly a decade, of being isolated, i became extremely sensitive. even so, i was slowly opening up. i began going on walks, and going to the park at night. though it was very late at night, a time in which no tits dared to go out. one day, i told myself confidently. "i want to explore more, i want to experience more, and i want to be seen. i don't want to be perceived as a defected tit, a lonesome tit, i didn't want to be called named, or be seen with weird looks." and so i did, until i suddenly found a street, with many many tits. though, these tits were not dressed in luxurious clothing, they were not staring at me with weird eyes, and they instead welcomed me. despite my bad first impression of them, i started opening up to them. i haven't even been this comfortable with my own parents.

i visited them nearly every single night, staying longer and longer each night. until the fated day, where i bumped into them. another single tit, who had lived with these other tits. i was frozen in place from shock, i assume they had the same reaction, but i couldn't confirm. we stared at each other for a few minutes, until they said "hey." i started sobbing and they immediately ran to comfort me, asking me what was wrong. "i thought i was alone in this world, i had no idea that someone else had been going through the same as me. i'm so sorry," the other tit responded, "it is fine." after i calmed down, we sat down and talked for hours. i knew it wouldn't last, but i didn't know how soon it would end.

i enjoyed my time with this tit, and we shared many things about titselves with each other. our deepest secrets, our desires, our relationships, everything. one night, we sat together on top of a hill, no conversation, no interaction, nothing. and yet it felt so precious, so memorable. she finally said, "i might go back to school." i sprung up excitingly, "honestly?!" she nodded at me, i grinned. though, she did not seem as happy as i did. she'd be joining me in school, so why had their face looked so grim? at that time, i had no idea how traumatic it has been for them. she looked at me, with sparkling eyes. tears forming, and then she told me. "despite being at school for only a day, i had been slapped, grabbed, bounced, and touched repeatedly by my peers and teachers." i gasped. how could they do that to a fellow tit?! no matter how much they lacked, that was too far.

i guess i took for granted how lightly i was being treated, after hearing tit's story, i finally understood why they had been homeschool for so long. i held their tit, "don't worry. i'll be there with you." we hugged, and it was silent again. the next night, the tit had stopped visiting. that night turned into multiple nights, and those nights turned into weeks. it had become unbearable, i missed them so much. eventually, nearly a month had passed. i awoke, and there stood a single tit. i cried out, "i've missed you!" though, their face showed no emotion, and they were silent. i paused, "what's wrong?" they began sobbing, and they fell to the ground. "what's wrong?! i can't believe you. it's been nearly a month and you ask, what was wrong?! are you being serious? i cannot believe you. i hate you!! i can't do this anymore, i thought you were the only person i could trust!" i was surprised by this, i was caring for them. but i guess they don't want that. for some reason, i became angry. "i was caring for you! what do you expect me to do? it's not my fault you have problems, you can trust me! i don't understand, what is it you want from me?" my face turned red from rage. they stared at me surprised, and then apologized. i regret everything.