Sexretary

Some time has passed since your orientation to Titopian society. Who you were before and where you came from are distant memories, your mind and body retrained to resist thinking about them. You are Jenna: A proud citizen of Titopia, a woman who is hopelessly obsessed with big tits (despite your own not being particularly big), and today is your first day at your new job. You'll be working at The Titopia Globes, the planet's biggest and most popular news organization, directly under Editor Penny White. You don't think you have any relevant experience working in a news organization, but you came with an excellent recommendation from Lissa, your orientation guide, who explained to the Globes that you're very "eager to please" and that you were very motivated to advance your career.

After leaving orientation, you were put up in a modest apartment and presented with a few outfits that you were assured were normal by Titopian fashion standards. You still haven't quite gotten used to those fashion standards so it all seems a little revealing to you, but you're definitely aware that that's just how things are in this world... even if you find it extremely distracting. Every time you've tried to go out in public since moving in to your apartment, you've been overwhelmed by the amount of beautiful women around you and the size of their incredible breasts. Titopians don't have much interest in modesty, especially the bigger and bustier women, and that can make things... hard on you, given your compulsion.

You tried to get a cup of coffee after moving in and, and after asking the barista for some milk, she pulled one of her massive bare breasts out from behind her apron and proceeded to squirt a few drops into your cup. You were so turned on that you left your coffee behind and ran home to play your new vibrator--while picturing being with the barista, sucking on her luscious tits and drinking her milk right from the source. You came so hard that afternoon that you practically blacked out.

Since then, you've tried to get better about controlling your obsession with breasts. Still, every once in a while, you catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror and marvel at your own body, even if you're not as impressive as some of the women you see out on the street or on Titopia's holographic television network. You're still a beautiful woman: Relatively petite, with B-cup breasts, a nice ass, long auburn hair that you've pulled into a bouncy ponytail. A cute face with plump lips that naturally take on a slight pouty look. Around your neck is the collar that Lissa put on you, designed to occasionally control your movements. You don't notice it often, usually you just feel kind of numb and you realize that you're popping out your chest more or bowing deeper than you had intended. There's a lot of bowing on Titopia. It's a sign of respect, to show another person your cleavage (even if, like you, you don't have much).

Other than your collar, the outfit you've assembled is a black miniskirt with pink thigh high socks and black heels, plus a pink blouse that only has buttons up half-way (to expose your chest more). No bra, and you suspect that very few women on Titopia wear bras anyway, but you do have a pink thong that matches your socks and top.

Of course, looking at yourself in your sexy secretary outfit, you realize that you look really hot. You run a hand down your body, taking a moment to squeeze your soft tits and shudder in pleasure. You have time to play with yourself quick, right? Or maybe you should just go to work...