Next day

Vanessa’s night was filled with wet dreams, each more depraved than the last. But eventually, Vanessa was awoken by the sound of people. She felt light headed as her eyes fluttered open. For a minute she panicked, unsure of where she had woken up. However, it only took a minute for her to remember at she looked at the screen directly in front of her eyes, seeing her breasts hanging out on display. Vanessa felt ashamed as memories of the previous day came back to her, how she had given in to pleasure like a slut. Ever since she developed she had been fighting back against the people who called her a slut, but yesterday that is what she was. Years of work trying to define herself as her own person crumbled away within minutes as people groped and played with her breasts. Even as she thought about the experience with shame, her body was reacting very differently. Even the mere memory of yesterday’s events caused a warmth to grow between her legs.

While Vanessa was trying to convince herself that she dreaded what the day had in store, she couldn’t deny how much she was craving this. Her body finally experiencing the pleasure that Vanessa had denied it for so long. With this pathetic mix of dread, shame, and lust, Vanessa watched as a line had already begun to form in front of her breasts. Vanessa’s breasts had clearly been the star of the show, and people wanted more. With a beep, Vanessa watched as two people walked up to her, each taking a breast. Were her breasts so desirable that they had to go two at a time? She thought to herself. While Vanessa was conflicted about if she should resist the pleasure, the feeling of the mens’ hands grasping her breasts sent waves of heat through her body. As one man gently fondled her breast, the other was not so caring. He lifted her nipple to his mouth, sucking on it so hard Vanessa swore her nipple would be ripped off. He was not done though, as Vanessa’s nipple harden in his mouth, he bit down hard. To such a sharp and intense pain, Vanessa thought she would scream in pain. To her horror, she let out a loud moan and her body trembled with pleasure. Vanessa was in shock at how she reacted, being brought to the brink of orgasm from such degrading treatment. To really drive this truth home, the men each placed their coins into the slot, causing the vibrator to jump to life. Vanessa’s whole body reacted to the sudden influx of pleasure, squirming in her seat and her moans filling the room. Realizing that the vibrator would be getting twice as strong compared to the previous day, Vanessa panicked. If yesterday already broken her, what would twice as much do to her? Would she even be able to recover from such overwhelming pleasure? She didn’t know. All she knew was she didn’t have a choice. Until the convention ends, her body is not her own. Her breasts are for others to enjoy, and deep down, part of her liked it. And same as yesterday, Vanessa’s breasts were used for hours, with each vote stripping away her sanity until almost nothing was left. Forming words was impossible, only moans escaped her mouth. Her mind was empty, pleasure being all that remained. And this would continue for 7 more hours.

As Vanessa was giving in to the primal lust that was controlling her, the vibrator stopped. Vanessa’s hips bucked against the vibrator, trying to extract more pleasure out of it, but it was pointless. As Vanessa craved more hands on her breasts, she realized that no more arrived. For a minute Vanessa thought that the day was over, but she could still hear people. As her faculties slowly returned to her, Vanessa could make out a clock through the camera that indicated the event still had another hour. Vanessa breathed in and out, allowing herself to recover from lust. While a part of her was disappointed that it ended early, Vanessa was happy that it was over. She was still herself, and now she would be free of this hell. Yet, she didn’t know why it had stopped early. It would only take a few minutes for her question to be answered, as she heard the door behind her unlock.

“How’s everyone favorite pair of tits doing?” A familiar voice said from behind her. Then, without warning, the restraints she was in suddenly loosened, releasing her from the contraption.

Vanessa pulled her breasts back through the holes. A task easier said than done, as the constant use had caused them to swell up, causing them to become stuck as she pulled. With one hard and painful pull, Vanessa ripped her breasts the rest of the way through, causing her to fall backwards. However, before she could hit the ground, her body impacted into the large breasts of Laura. Trying to stand, Laura helped her, but Vanessa’s legs were like jelly.

“Oh, it’s okay Vanessa. I assumed you would have some trouble walking after all of the attention you got.” Laura said, looking down at Vanessa’s pathetic form. “While the Wall to the guests is sound proofed, I was lucky enough to be back here to hear your symphony of moans.” Laura said with a smile. Vanessa felt her face grow red at the comment. She tried to reply, but her voice was completely gone. “Oh, don’t worry Vanessa. Just rest. After all, you need to be able to walk on stage to accept your prize.”

Vanessa looked up at Laura with fear in her eyes. Had she really gotten the most votes? And now she had to walk on a stage in front of everyone! The only saving grace of this whole thing was she was anonymous. This was the worst thing she could’ve heard.

“Awww, look at you.” Laura said, patting Vanessa on the head. “You won in a landslide. You had 1,320 votes. Literally every minute people could be touching you they were. And now all of those people are going to see the face behind the tits! I’m so jealous. You must have had such a wonderful time!” The cheer in Laura’s voice just made Vanessa feel more humiliated.

The fact that a busty bimbo like Laura was jealous of Vanessa made her feel sick. She was such a natural slut that sluts wanted to be her. After today, she won’t be able to go anywhere without the fear that someone would recognize her. What if they wanted to touch her again? Would they just take the chance to feel up her award winning breasts? The mere thought filled her with fear, but her pussy quickly grew wet at the thought. This was who she was now, a slut who becomes aroused at the thought of being molested. Vanessa was in shock, her body resting up against Laura’s large chest.

“It’s okay, just relax.” Laura said, trying to calm Vanessa down. “You should be proud. Your breasts did such a good job. Just rest so you can be ready for the award.”

And rest Vanessa did. She slowly felt her voice return and was able to stand up by herself. Laura had led Vanessa through to the back of the stage, and now all Vanessa was doing was waiting to be called.

“Now, the moment you have all been waiting for. The tits that took over this years votes. It is time to see the girl who is gifted with such magnificent milkers.” The announcer said. “So, please welcome, Vanessa!”

Vanessa stepped out on the stage, her whole body exposed to the hundreds of onlookers. The applause was nearly deafening, as Vanessa felt like the ground was shaking from the massive reaction.

“Vanessa’s tits here absolutely crushed this years competition, and it’s not hard to see why. Easily the biggest of this year’s competitors, these breasts were sure to catch one’s eyes. However, size is not all, as her breasts have a shape that is nearly nonexistent at such a size, retaining their natural roundness even after two days of near constant attention. I could talk about her perfect nipples and the perfect elasticity of these melons for hours.” The announcer said, his words making Vanessa wish she didn’t exist. “And yet, they somehow look even more impressive now that Vanessa is standing out her before us. Their monstrous size on such a small frame adds to their perfection. She is practically more boob that person, and that is fine with me. Now, Vanessa, how does it feel to be crowned as queen of tits at this years convention?”

“Umm…” Vanessa froze up, looking across the vast crowd. “It is an honor.” She eventually squeezed out, her embarrassment apparent to everyone watching.

“Of course!” The announcer continued. “We are happy to have granted you the chance to show off your impressive udders. And without further ado, I present you with your award.” The announcer pull out a gold medal, inscribed with the words “Best tits” and place it around Vanessa’s neck. The medal hung down into Vanessa’s immense cleavage, practically disappearing between her breasts. “Now, one last round of applause for Vanessa’s breasts!” Filled the room with applause. Vanessa took this as her cue to leave, walking as quickly as she could off of the stage.

As soon as she made it back stage, Vanessa curled up on the ground and cried. Her worst fears were all coming true. She had been reduced to nothing but her breasts, and she liked it. There was nothing more humiliating. Laura watched on, confused as to why Vanessa would react this way to such a wonderful experience, but Laura didn’t judge. Placing Vanessa’s clothes on the ground, she left to help close up the events.

Vanessa didn’t know how long she was crying for. Every built up emotion from the past two days had erupted all at once. She just remained there until the sounds of the crowds were gone. Not wanting any more people to see her like this, Vanessa grabbed her clothes and got dressed. Pulling her bra and shirt around her breasts was more challenging than she would’ve liked. Even the slightest touch on her breasts caused a burst of pleasure. Yet, she pushed through it and managed to get back in her clothes, her breasts hidden away as best as she could. Vanessa, her eyes puffy from crying, made her way through the vacant convention center and out to her car. Even as she drove away, she couldn’t stop reliving the last 48 hours. The humiliation and everything that came with it.

Arriving back at her house, she walked as though she was in a trance. Her eyes were vacant and emotionless. The conflicting reactions of her mind and body had drained her, making her feel hollow. As she laid in her bed, she felt like a shell of her former self. Exhausted, she eventually drifted to sleep.