Check Out The Betties!

"...go to the Betties!" chimed Lucy and walked Vanessa deeper into the room. The scantily clad young woman couldn't stop gawking at all those breasts protruding out of the walls. They hung even from the ceiling, swaying slowly back and forth until a hungry patron started playing with them!

"By the way, this is your spot," grinned Lucy and pointed at an empty hole in the wall. A hole framed by a gleaming golden border with a sparkling number 42 written next to the opening. It looked just like in the video sans her own, gigantic, dangling melons!

Vanessa blushed furiously as she imagined her pillows hanging through the hole and how these raunchy men would feast on them. But soon, she was rudely interrupted by Lucy pulling her away. They walked past the bar, where the practically naked bartender waved at them, and around a corner. And then, Vanessa saw them and almost fainted.

There, lit by well placed spotlights, stood a number of perfect replicas of herself. And they were all naked! The chest of those things looked so phenomenally large, that Vanessa thought they must have made an error.

"What…." she stammered, "What are these?"

"That's the Breathtaking Betties," beamed Lucy, "Do you like them?"

"But they look like me! Only with larger boobs!"

"Oh, their fat tits are exactly as big as yours, sweetie. We took great care in measuring and replicating them to size. You might not be used to this viewpoint but you very much look exactly like that."

"I… But what… What are they?"

"They're sex dolls. We sell them to our patrons and they ain't cheap! It helps fund our milk business."

"Sex dolls? Sex dolls that look like ME?" squeaked Vanessa, fearing that she would faint any moment.

"Sure. You didn't know? But it was all in the paperwork! You agreed to it!"

"But, but,...I don't want that!"

"Too late for that. We spent tons of money making them. And they are really popular! Even their snatch feels exactly like yours. Come on, touch it!"

As if in trance, Vanessa reached out and touched the artificial skin of a dummy. It felt warm, like a human body!

"Nice, right? The only thing it doesn't do is breathe and move. The guys just love to fuck that thing and slap her huge knockers around."

Vanessa was still trying to get to grips with what she was seeing when Lucy turned around and yelled, "Guys? Let me introduce you to our model 42, the real Betty."

The little niche they were standing filled up rapidly. Horny, middle-aged men were surrounding them, gawking at the insecure, top-heavy young woman.

"Looks just like our favorite dolls, right?" said Lucy, "But I do wonder how accurate they really are, don't you?"

The crowd cheered.

"Vanessa? Would you mind getting out of your little costume and let our generous patrons have a good look so they can compare how good the Betties hold up against the real-life version?"

"Eep? R..really?"

"Yes, please. Think about the babies! The more dolls we sell, the more mothers we can make happy!"

Her face red as a tomato, Vanessa slowly slid out of her nurse outfit. And the men went wild.

"They look about the same, don't they?" teased Lucy, "So who's interested in purchasing one of the dolls?"

Many hands shot up. One of the patrons quipped, "Can I purchase the real one, too?"

Lucy shook her head, laughing, "No you can't. But let's ask if our star will let you cop a feel so you can judge the quality of the dolls. For, let's say, 50 bucks a grab? What do you say, Vanessa?"

"I… I don't know, Lucy,"

"They will only touch you for a moment like they do when your boobs hang through the ceiling. It's really not that different and easy money! Think about how that will help the poor babies!"

"Al…alright," she conceded and squinted her eyes in anticipation.

The men quite literally threw money at Lucy to touch the busty girl. Hands were swarming the naked beauty and explored every inch of her body. Poor Vanessa was squirming and squealing as they prodded her flesh and groped her fascinating melons. Once Lucy reminded them to also check out the Betties, they changed back and forth between Vanessa and the dolls, and marveled at the quality of the replicas.

"Can I test-fuck her, too?" a tough-looking guy asked Lucy. To Vanessa's relief, she shook her head.

They sold more than 30 dolls in about an hour.

"Good job," beamed Lucy, "You're a natural sales woman! That's a great boost for our operations! The visit was really worth it."

"You think?" asked Vanessa while she slowly dressed herself again, still grossed out by the experience.

"Absolutely. Thanks for playing along. How are you?"

"A bit exhausted. I can still feel their hands on me."