Get home fast

Vanessa could figure out what was happening to her later. Right now, she needed to get home as quickly as possible. Her boobs were bouncing so much already, she didn’t see a point to not running. She took off in a sprint towards the exit of the mall. It was hard to ignore the constant eyes staring at her breasts, the image of the group of men grabbing her and making her into their **** filled her mind. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the inside of her bra, swelling from the constant pleasure. Luckily for her, she wasn’t too far from the exit, dashing through the sliding doors and running to her car.

She threw open the driver's side door and slid into the front. Her breasts pressed uncomfortably into the steering wheel, causing her to tremble as the pleasure built up. She had always hated how her fat boobs pressed into the wheel, now more than ever. It felt like the wheel was just making her more sensitive. It was nearly impossible to ignore the pleasure, the growing feeling inside her on the verge of spilling over. All that was necessary to send her over the edge was a little push. This came in the form of her starting her car. As she turned the keys, the engine buzzed to life, shaking the whole car. Normally she could push through the stimulation of the vibrating steering wheel, but with how sensitive her breasts were, the pleasure was overwhelming. She could no longer hold in her pleasure as moans poured out of her mouth. She had never felt anything like what she was experiencing in the moment. The way the pleasure built and built before the overwhelming release flowed through her body. Vanessa experienced her first ever orgasm, and it was mind blowing. She was having trouble thinking over anything else, her mind hazy. She felt the wetness grow between her legs as she just sat in her car, trying to recover from the overwhelming bliss.

The feeling over bliss quickly turned to shame as she realized what had happened. She couldn’t believe that she got her first orgasm from starting her car. Snapping out of the daze, she pulled out of the parking lot and sped away to her home. Even though the shaking had stopped, her breasts were still rubbing against the wheel, stimulating her stupidly large breasts. It was difficult to focus on the drive, but she managed to ignore everything else and made it to her house.

She wasted no time running inside and slamming the door behind her, making sure it was locked. She couldn’t even wait to get to her bedroom as she quickly removed her shirt and threw off her bra. Her overly sensitive breasts were hanging in front of her, still retaining their shape thanks to the special oils. At the end, she nipples remained stiff, with the cold air providing a constant tingle through her chest. Vanessa felt relieved to be free of the crushing feeling of her bra and the pleasure that came with it. Her mind was able to focus on the question at hand, what was happening to her? She didn’t know what could’ve caused this to happen. Walking into her bedroom, she sat down on her bed and looked down at her bare breasts. She thought about what had happened at the mall, and in her car. She felt ashamed by their size, and how much attention they brought her. She hated how they made men want to violate her. She hated how they bounced so much. She hated how sensitive they were, driving her to do things she never wanted. Each thought of hate made her breasts get more and more sensitive. As the last thought left her mind, she couldn’t focus on the rest. They had become so sensitive, even just the cool air on her skin felt amazing. The pleasure was just enough to distract her but not enough to satisfy her. The air teased her, and Vanessa couldn’t stand it.

Then, without thinking, she did something she had never wanted to do before. She reached her hands up to the front of her breasts, and began to play with her nipples. The slightest touch **** a moan out of her mouth, but she didn’t care anymore. She lost control of her body, needing to have a release. Just the little circles around her nipples was sending waves of pleasure through her body. Yet, that was not enough. Her body longed for more. Her fingers pinched her nipples hard, pulling and stretching them. This action was met with a cacophony of high pitched moans that filled her room. Her hands continued to **** her nipples as the images of those men from the mall violating her breasts came back to her. In the back of her mind she felt disgusted with herself, wanting it to stop, but it felt too good. She felt the familiar sensation begin to build as she got closer and closer. With one hard tug, Vanessa reached the overwhelming climax. Her body trembled as she screamed out in pleasure. She went limp in her bed, plopping onto her back as heavy breaths left her mouth. She was exhausted from the pleasure. Even though she knew she needed to figure out what was happening to her, she was too drained to think about it. She decided that would be tomorrow’s problem, as she passed out on her bed.