She calls Ann

Vanessa's breasts continued to be sensitive to the slightest touch, causing her to toss and turn in her sleep. She ended up sleeping naked and without the blanket, as the slightest brush of fabric was enough to send waves of ecstacy through her body.

As Vanessa finally fell asleep, her breasts continued to be extremely sensitive to any touch. Even in her dreams, she was aware of the constant arousal that seemed to permeate her entire being. She dreamt of being in a crowded room, surrounded by men who were all staring at her chest. Vanessa woke up the next morning, her body still feeling the aftershocks of the intense pleasure she had experienced the night before. As she slowly came to her senses, she realized that her breasts were still extremely sensitive to any touch. Vanessa decided to get up and find some way to distract herself from the constant arousal. As she moved around her room, she did it in ridiculously bouncy steps that made her breasts jiggle uncontrollably. She reached into her closet, hoping to find something that would cover them up and make her feel more comfortable.

After futile attemps at wearing a bra or even a top, Vanessa decided on going braless in a sweater. The sweater provided absolutely no support for her ridiculously bouncy breasts. Vanessa stepped out of her room, trying to ignore the way her breasts bounced with every step. She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat. As she sat there eating breakfast, she remembered the business card Ann had given her. Vanessa decided to give Ann a call, hoping to find some answers to what was happening to her. She dialed Ann's number, her heart pounding in her chest. After a few rings, Ann picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Ann, it's Vanessa."

"Vanessa! It's great to hear from you. How did things go last night?" Ann asked, her voice brimming with excitement.

"They... they were intense," Vanessa replied, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. She took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "Can you tell me more about what happened?" Ann asked, her tone now more serious.

Vanessa hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Well, I started to feel this... sensation building up inside me. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable, and I just couldn't control myself." "Yes? Carry on...", Ann was already touching herself while listening to Vanessa's report.

Vanessa went on to describe the way her body had responded to the sensations, her breasts becoming incredibly sensitive and her nipples standing tall. She told Ann about the way she had moved her body, almost involuntarily, and the feeling of constant arousal that hadn't subsided even in her sleep.

"Interesting... Vanessa, 8008 Progress report!", Ann commanded through the telephone.

"Breast sensitivity at 128 times normal. Orgasm count: 2", Vanessa recited in a robotic monotone and stopped to stare at air.

"128? She hates them way more than I anticipated! I'll have to do something before she breaks completely", Ann muttered to herself.

"Vanessa, Orgasm instance 1, detail report!", Ann spoke to the telephone.

"Orgasm instance number 1. Location: Vanessa's car. Source: Nipples. Cause: Vibration from steering wheel."

"Wow, that's a new one! Vanessa, Orgasm instance 2, detail report!", Ann said.

"Orgasm instance number 2. Location: Hall of Vanessa's house. Source: Nipples. Cause: Nipple play with fingers."

"Wow, sensitivity at 128 but still cumming only twice? She's exactly as I thought she would be, only even a worse prude than I thought. I need to make sure she doesn't lose it before I have the chance to have proper fun with her. Vanessa, new order: Ignore hate directive. Sensitivity locked at factor 128."

Vanessa repeated the new orders in the same monotone voice. Ann then said: "Vanessa, report over". Vanessa snapped back to consciousness and continued to vent about the horrible ordeal she had gone through yesterday.

"Seems like something weird happened because of the mental relaxation package. Can you fix it?", she pleaded to Ann.

"I'm sorry Vanessa, but I don't know what happened," Ann lied. "As far as I know, the package was supposed to help people relax and de-stress. Why don't you come over to the mall and I'll look into it and see if there's anything I can do on my end?"