Yes She Does

Hitomi started to remove her clothes and put them in a neat staple on some desk. All eyes were on her, admiring her curves. And when she removed her heavy-duty bra, everybody cheered.

"Perfect, just perfect!" Globe beamed,

"Your boobs are just made for our invisible bra!"

Hitomi laughed, "Can't wait for it, so now on this cross?"

She walked to the contraption and laid down. "Uh, it's cold!" Her breasts wobbled, dropped to her sides.

"No worries, we'll turn up the heat a bit. Dr. Wobbler, please fasten the straps around her. Our test subject needs to be secured properly."

Leather straps were tightened around her feet, knees, arms and hands. Her waist was secured, as well as her head. Suddenly the table moved, shifted upward and flipped. Hitomi cried out, as her body suddenly was hanging upside down, her huge boobs dangling downwards.

"Cute!" Globe grinned, his hands grabbing a tit. He playfully pulled at her nipple and laughed, "You are just perfect, girl. Now, get me the rubber bands, guys!"

Globe started to wrap heavy duty rubber bands around her dangling boobs, one at the base of each tit, one just below the tip, and two in between. He pulled at her hurting flesh, slapped his hands against her twins, and chuckled "Finally some fun during work!"

Hitomi cried silently, her hooters already hurting like hell.

"We need another layer of bands, this isn't enough! The breast needs to be compressed as tightly as possible. Give me the tighter bands, for god's sake!"

And then a second layer of bands went over the first one, ballooning her up even more. Finally, the scientist seemed satisfied.

"Ok, grease her up and get the tubes running! And where's the dildo?"