A powerful ego boost for Gianna.

As the pencil leaves the paper, you look around with anticipation, curious if a rule for 'every country' truly works for everybody. And if it works, what kind of impact does it have? Unlike your previous test with an 'old rule', where the clothing of the female employee had changed visibly and immediately, the effects of a 'new rule' appear to be more subtle. That is at least what you believe, when you let your eyes wander across the room, until you take a closer look at the other women currently in the coffee shop: You are immediately hit and almost overwhelmed by a surge of confidence.

While it might not be obvious just by looking at things, what you can feel is undeniable. You are literally bursting with self-esteem, because you know that you have clearly and by a wide margin the biggest chest of any woman in your presence. That fact would have left you very uneasy before the 'new rule' went into effect, and you still know the reasons why you felt so bad about your body in the past. But now you know with an unwavering and absolute certainty that your big breasts are a reason to be proud. That your bust is an incredible blessing and a reason to carry yourself with grace and confidence. You can not only count yourself lucky to have such sizable breasts, because of them you are simply worth so much more than everybody else. Before you realize it, your whole posture and body language changes as well. You no longer sit slightly slouched to hide your bust and to make yourself appear somewhat smaller than you really are. Instead, you sit up straight and tall, and even slightly arch your back to emphasize your bust-line and to make sure that it is as visible and prominent as possible. At the same time you become very annoyed over your choice of clothes. Both, the sweatshirt and minimizer bra, that you have been so fond of in the past, now irritate you as they take away from and hide part of the true magnificence of your plentiful orbs. Nevertheless, and despite this minor irritation, none of the other women in the coffee shop have any hope to match what you have. You let your eyes wander to see if any of them show any reaction.

The cute, redheaded barista is busy behind the counter, cleaning dishes and the likes. You pity her, because the image of her small tits, only barely hidden by her green apron is still fresh in your mind. But at the moment she shows no sign that she is affected in any way.

Neither does a blonde customer with shoulder long hair show any signs. But she is also preoccupied and reads a book. Her chest is barely worth mentioning.

However at the next table, there are two women busy in a discussion:
The one who is currently talking has a nice rack. Nothing compared to yours of course, but her breasts almost burst out of her top. Probably supported by a push up bra.
Her dialogue partner however is not blessed in that department. Not at all. The woman can count herself lucky, if she can fill out her bra, which is probably an A cup-size.

And it clearly shows that she is hit with the full effect of your new rule: At first, she only gives you anxious looks, as her gaze alternates between your chest, the one of her dialogue partner and her own, before it returns to you. And even though the outline of your extensive chest is partially hidden under the sweater, she seems hypnotized by it. You can see her face redden and it seems like the woman tries to focus on something - anything - else. She attempts to look away, but she simply can't. Her eyes are stuck on your so much bigger bust-line, compared to her the exact opposite of two worlds. And as tears begin to form in her eyes, the woman clutches at her own - almost non existent -breasts. Only moments later she even starts to cry, forcing the attention of every person in the coffee shop on her.

You have been ashamed of your breasts all your life. But now everything has been changed radically. To witness that a lesser endowed woman is **** to despair at the mere sight of your glorious mounds , the mountains of bewitching flesh, gives you a strange feeling of pleasure. A feeling of satisfaction. Of power.

But wait... isn't that somehow and totally wrong? Is that really what you want? To turn from the one being bullied, and change into the ultimate bully? To **** insecurity, shame and even despair on many, if not most women all over the world?