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Chapter 1
Rachel was a big bust model who was on the verge of leaving the industry. She was 28 and having trouble with privacy, piracy, and motivation. When I offered her a month's wages to spend a weekend with me, she accepted. I liked her for two reasons. She had size 30M boobs and was nervous. The first thing I had her do was change into my shirt. It was a thin white tank top with spaghetti straps that had my website logo across it. Underneath was a black bra that was only straps. It was specially made. There were no cups so wearing it was effectively like braless but you still got the look of black straps protruding under the tank top and digging into the shoulders. "How does it look?" I asked.
"Okay."
"Excited for the warm weather here?"
"Yeah. It's really nice," she faked.
"Let's walk around and get some looks," I said.
We went to a park near my house. It had a track and a gazebo and plenty of people. Rachel's chest swung freely. Every person turned their head. Within ten minutes, 50 people had given us stares and five had stopped in their tracks. I directed us to a seating area with tables and a many people. She looked uncomfortable.
"Ever been in public like this before?"
"No..."
"What is your hometown like?"
"It's small. Everyone knows everyone. I wouldn't wear something like this."
"Don't they know you're a model?"
"No. To them, I'm a hairdresser."
I pointed at a guy seated a few tables away. "See him? With the red hat? I think he's filming us. Look at the way he's holding his phone, propped on the table."
Rachel looked.
"The lady behind you is looking, too. Do you think you can see your breasts from the back?''
Rachel touched herself self-consciously. "Maybe."
"I love this," I said, waving my hand at the crowd. "I love the power you have over people."
"It's strange power."
"It's attention power, the strongest power in the world. Everyone is mesmerized."
Rachel looked unconvinced. "What do other girls say when you make them do this?" she asked.
"Depends. Some are carefree. They walk around dressed like this in their normal life. Other girls, like you, are more in their head. It takes until the end of the trip for them to feel comfortable," I paused and let assumption that she would eventually be comfortable sink it. "Put your breasts on the table," I said.
Rachel did so.
"Play with this water bottle." I rolled it to her. She tossed it from hand to hand lightly across the table. "Perfect, use it like a rolling pin across yourself. Be casual like you're mindlessly doing it."
Rachel stiffly tossed the bottle in the air and clumsily caught it.
"I didn't say juggle it. That's not until tomorrow. Nevermind. Hold the bottle still. I'm trying to put on a scene for people. I want them to see a girl as gorgeous as you in the wild, sitting casually."
"This outfit is not casual."
"I know. That's the magic part. That's what makes this extraordinary. You seated in a park for a cup of coffee is normal. Your outfit and what you have underneath is extra and that's what makes this a spectacle from people."
"Why do you like doing this?"
"I like feeling like Santa Claus."
Rachel didn't know what to say to that.
"Put your fingers over your nipples. Play with them and don't pay attention."
It took Rachel a minute or so before she could stop thinking about the fact that she was rubbing her nipples in public and simply rub them. That freedom went away after a few seconds and she went back to being self-conscious but for flashes, I saw it. After a half-hour at the park and more small talk, we left.
"What is an udder? An udder is when a girl can bend over and have her breast hang to her waist. They take up a fifth of her body, at least. This bent-over position is especially comfortable for the cow because the breast weight transfers to a different place on their upper back. Most cows have back problems not because of the weight but because of how it's placed. They stand for most of the day and that means the weight is pulling straight down on the shoulder muscles with the back muscles hardly helping. Anyway, in this position, you can come underneath a cow and attach a hose easily. This is when the breasts most resemble teardrops."
Rachel nodded. "Interesting."
"How does it feel to be a big breast model who doesn't have a big breast fetish?"
"It's weird. I don't know why I can't get into it."
"Did you have a tough childhood? Were you made to feel self-conscious about your breasts?"
"Yeah, high school was rough."
"What about the internet? Have the fans made you feel welcome?"
"Sometimes. I've had stalker issues. The business is full of difficult people, too."
I put a finger on her.
"How about sensitivity?"
"I'm not that sensitive."
"Would you like to be sensitive?"
"I think it would make life easier."
I pulled a pill out of my drawer. "This will do it."
"What is it?"
"It's a vitamin. It'll make your breasts sensitive for about four hours. It takes a half hour to kick in."
"What will it feel like?"
"It'll turn your breasts on. Yours are off. You don't know what it feels like to have big breasts."
"Don't I?"
"No. You know what it's like to carry around weights. Having big breasts is about pleasure."
"But am I going to like it?"
"Every girl does."
"And it only lasts for four hours?"
"Yep."
Rachel swallowed it. We chatted and I showed her more pictures from my porn files. On schedule, a half hour later, I asked if she felt anything and she said, "Yes."
"They feel like they are moving."
"They might grow a little."
"Grow?"
"Two cup sizes max. It's temporary."
We kept talking. I could see her zoning out. More of her mind was shifting to her breasts. At this point, they were feeling like extrasensory organs. They picked up the wind, temperature, and even noise. Anything could stimulate them.
"Want to step into the sun?" I asked. I led her to the balcony. We open the glass door. Rachel reflexively put her hands to her chest like a teenager putting their tongue on their teeth after their braces were removed.
"Oh," she said.
"Good right?"
"Really good." Rachel tugged at the bottom of her shirt.
"You can take it off," I said.
Rachel did so. I loved introducing women to this drug. For a woman with big boobs, it was the best drug in the world. We sat down. Rachel looked into the backyard, a multi-acre landscape of topiary bushes and fountains. I put my hand under one of her breasts and gently lifted. Her eyes fell into her head. "That weight is nice right?" I asked.
"It's incredible. I feel like you're holding me in the air."
"Everything feels like your boob, right? Women tell me it's like your breast becoming clits except -
"Even better."
"Yeah. They say it's like having your heart and your brain, and your soul, in your boobs."
"Exactly. I feel like I'm small enough to fit in your palm but also too big to fit through the door."
I laughed. "I like that explanation." I got behind her and lifted both breasts with both hands. I aimed them into the backyard.
"Don't you wish you could lactate?"
"I would love to. I have never wanted to before and I'm dead scared of getting pregnant and growing but right now I would give anything to lactate. Do you have a pill?"
"I do. It'll take 6 hours to work though. Your body needs to make the milk. Want it?"
"Yeah."
"You sound eager."
"Lactating would be an amazing thing right now."
"I agree. You're going to have the best weekend of your life."
I changed my hand from a flat palm to a grip. Fingers stood into action and massaged.
"Can you make me cum?"
"Easily. I've made women come with one finger. If I had lotion and was lathering quickly, you could cum for a half hour."
"Have you ever done that?"
"All the time."
"This is trippy. I never thought this would happen."
"Welcome. Now you know why women come back for free."
I popped the lactation pill into Rachel's mouth.
"It feels good to swallow."
"That's one of the fun side effects."
"What are the other fun side effects?"
I pulled my pants down and walked my cock into view.
"Oh shit," Rachel gawked.
"Penis obsession."
Rachel was a big bust model who was on the verge of leaving the industry. She was 28 and having trouble with privacy, piracy, and motivation. When I offered her a month's wages to spend a weekend with me, she accepted. I liked her for two reasons. She had size 30M boobs and was nervous. The first thing I had her do was change into my shirt. It was a thin white tank top with spaghetti straps that had my website logo across it. Underneath was a black bra that was only straps. It was specially made. There were no cups so wearing it was effectively like braless but you still got the look of black straps protruding under the tank top and digging into the shoulders. "How does it look?" I asked.
"Okay."
"Excited for the warm weather here?"
"Yeah. It's really nice," she faked.
"Let's walk around and get some looks," I said.
We went to a park near my house. It had a track and a gazebo and plenty of people. Rachel's chest swung freely. Every person turned their head. Within ten minutes, 50 people had given us stares and five had stopped in their tracks. I directed us to a seating area with tables and a many people. She looked uncomfortable.
"Ever been in public like this before?"
"No..."
"What is your hometown like?"
"It's small. Everyone knows everyone. I wouldn't wear something like this."
"Don't they know you're a model?"
"No. To them, I'm a hairdresser."
I pointed at a guy seated a few tables away. "See him? With the red hat? I think he's filming us. Look at the way he's holding his phone, propped on the table."
Rachel looked.
"The lady behind you is looking, too. Do you think you can see your breasts from the back?''
Rachel touched herself self-consciously. "Maybe."
"I love this," I said, waving my hand at the crowd. "I love the power you have over people."
"It's strange power."
"It's attention power, the strongest power in the world. Everyone is mesmerized."
Rachel looked unconvinced. "What do other girls say when you make them do this?" she asked.
"Depends. Some are carefree. They walk around dressed like this in their normal life. Other girls, like you, are more in their head. It takes until the end of the trip for them to feel comfortable," I paused and let assumption that she would eventually be comfortable sink it. "Put your breasts on the table," I said.
Rachel did so.
"Play with this water bottle." I rolled it to her. She tossed it from hand to hand lightly across the table. "Perfect, use it like a rolling pin across yourself. Be casual like you're mindlessly doing it."
Rachel stiffly tossed the bottle in the air and clumsily caught it.
"I didn't say juggle it. That's not until tomorrow. Nevermind. Hold the bottle still. I'm trying to put on a scene for people. I want them to see a girl as gorgeous as you in the wild, sitting casually."
"This outfit is not casual."
"I know. That's the magic part. That's what makes this extraordinary. You seated in a park for a cup of coffee is normal. Your outfit and what you have underneath is extra and that's what makes this a spectacle from people."
"Why do you like doing this?"
"I like feeling like Santa Claus."
Rachel didn't know what to say to that.
"Put your fingers over your nipples. Play with them and don't pay attention."
It took Rachel a minute or so before she could stop thinking about the fact that she was rubbing her nipples in public and simply rub them. That freedom went away after a few seconds and she went back to being self-conscious but for flashes, I saw it. After a half-hour at the park and more small talk, we left.
"What is an udder? An udder is when a girl can bend over and have her breast hang to her waist. They take up a fifth of her body, at least. This bent-over position is especially comfortable for the cow because the breast weight transfers to a different place on their upper back. Most cows have back problems not because of the weight but because of how it's placed. They stand for most of the day and that means the weight is pulling straight down on the shoulder muscles with the back muscles hardly helping. Anyway, in this position, you can come underneath a cow and attach a hose easily. This is when the breasts most resemble teardrops."
Rachel nodded. "Interesting."
"How does it feel to be a big breast model who doesn't have a big breast fetish?"
"It's weird. I don't know why I can't get into it."
"Did you have a tough childhood? Were you made to feel self-conscious about your breasts?"
"Yeah, high school was rough."
"What about the internet? Have the fans made you feel welcome?"
"Sometimes. I've had stalker issues. The business is full of difficult people, too."
I put a finger on her.
"How about sensitivity?"
"I'm not that sensitive."
"Would you like to be sensitive?"
"I think it would make life easier."
I pulled a pill out of my drawer. "This will do it."
"What is it?"
"It's a vitamin. It'll make your breasts sensitive for about four hours. It takes a half hour to kick in."
"What will it feel like?"
"It'll turn your breasts on. Yours are off. You don't know what it feels like to have big breasts."
"Don't I?"
"No. You know what it's like to carry around weights. Having big breasts is about pleasure."
"But am I going to like it?"
"Every girl does."
"And it only lasts for four hours?"
"Yep."
Rachel swallowed it. We chatted and I showed her more pictures from my porn files. On schedule, a half hour later, I asked if she felt anything and she said, "Yes."
"They feel like they are moving."
"They might grow a little."
"Grow?"
"Two cup sizes max. It's temporary."
We kept talking. I could see her zoning out. More of her mind was shifting to her breasts. At this point, they were feeling like extrasensory organs. They picked up the wind, temperature, and even noise. Anything could stimulate them.
"Want to step into the sun?" I asked. I led her to the balcony. We open the glass door. Rachel reflexively put her hands to her chest like a teenager putting their tongue on their teeth after their braces were removed.
"Oh," she said.
"Good right?"
"Really good." Rachel tugged at the bottom of her shirt.
"You can take it off," I said.
Rachel did so. I loved introducing women to this drug. For a woman with big boobs, it was the best drug in the world. We sat down. Rachel looked into the backyard, a multi-acre landscape of topiary bushes and fountains. I put my hand under one of her breasts and gently lifted. Her eyes fell into her head. "That weight is nice right?" I asked.
"It's incredible. I feel like you're holding me in the air."
"Everything feels like your boob, right? Women tell me it's like your breast becoming clits except -
"Even better."
"Yeah. They say it's like having your heart and your brain, and your soul, in your boobs."
"Exactly. I feel like I'm small enough to fit in your palm but also too big to fit through the door."
I laughed. "I like that explanation." I got behind her and lifted both breasts with both hands. I aimed them into the backyard.
"Don't you wish you could lactate?"
"I would love to. I have never wanted to before and I'm dead scared of getting pregnant and growing but right now I would give anything to lactate. Do you have a pill?"
"I do. It'll take 6 hours to work though. Your body needs to make the milk. Want it?"
"Yeah."
"You sound eager."
"Lactating would be an amazing thing right now."
"I agree. You're going to have the best weekend of your life."
I changed my hand from a flat palm to a grip. Fingers stood into action and massaged.
"Can you make me cum?"
"Easily. I've made women come with one finger. If I had lotion and was lathering quickly, you could cum for a half hour."
"Have you ever done that?"
"All the time."
"This is trippy. I never thought this would happen."
"Welcome. Now you know why women come back for free."
I popped the lactation pill into Rachel's mouth.
"It feels good to swallow."
"That's one of the fun side effects."
"What are the other fun side effects?"
I pulled my pants down and walked my cock into view.
"Oh shit," Rachel gawked.
"Penis obsession."