Anger

Vanessa wakes up suddenly, she's at home, with a second appointment card in her hand, but she shreds it. It's her second time being ****, but instead of being broken, she just feels rage. She was so careful, always tried to hide her assets, always tried to be a good girl, but her first time was stolen from her. Then she was told it was her fault? No, she wouldn't stand for it, though, unfortunately for her, she couldn't stand either, her legs were sore from the previous day.

Her confession from the night before rang in her head. Busty toy... The problem was, she believed it. She believed it when she said it, and she believes it now, that somehow makes her even angrier, she wants the time back, the decisions back, but obviously it's too late. Still, she sits up, groggily as all hell. She wasn't ****, but man does she feel hung over. Vanessa pulls a laptop open, though thanks to her chest being even more oversized than it originally was thanks to that God forsaken pill, she can't even find a comfortable way to sit, still, she searches for solutions to her problems.

Plastic surgery is out of the question, too expensive. Self defense? There's no way someone with breasts her size could stay on her feet at this point, let alone defend themselves. She ignores the main web, and downloads a tor browser, looking on the dark web. She finds something... Natural body enhancement. A way to change her body naturally through ancient techniques. Sounds crazy, but so does a magic pill that makes your tits double in size, so Vanessa decides to go. One, itzy bitzy, ever so insignificant problem: she has to walk there, as that's what the instructions say. Whatever, Vanessa is out of options, and out of patience. Besides, the idea she likes to be used has been implanted into her mind, so, she's going to go get used on her way there.