She wants to be a slut.

"It's kind of hard to explain. I mean it's not like one fantasy or anything."

"Try and elaborate." The doctor encouraged.

"Okay. Geez where to begin?" Lilith asked herself as she gathered up the courage to talk about this in front of her son. "Well first you have to understand something about me"

"And what is that?"

"My breasts." Lilith motioned towards her enormous chest.

"I've always been ashamed of them."

"Ashamed?!" Dr Valentine almost dropped her notepad in disbelief. "But-but they're so-"

"Big" Lilith interrupted. "Huge. Massive. Obscene. I know. I know this because that's all I hear. These are the first thing anyone ever notices about me." She grabs her chest. "And when I first meet someone I can tell they're focusing all their energy on not staring. Not to mention other women hate me."

"Because they're jealous?"

"I guess. It's better now, but kids can be mean and I developed extremely early."

"How early?"

"I had B-cups before I turned eight."

"Oh my!" Dr Valentine could not hold in her surprise.

"I know. They all teased me, so I tried to hide them. Oversized shirts, baggy sweaters, I tried everything. But they kept growing. By freshman year of high school I was a double G-cup and could no longer hide them in any clothes. No matter what I wore they stuck out like a soar thumb. All the girls thought I was trying to steal their boyfriends. All the guys thought I was a slut. I felt like I had to prove them wrong so I turned down all advances I got, and I got a lot. Except for one, John's dad." She turned to look at John with a smile. She never talked about his father much, but John knew that he was dead and that she got pregnant freshman year of high school. "His name was Eric and we were lab partners. He was just so nice and gentle and sweet. I just felt safe with him, plus I was drowning in hormones so we slept together. Once. But it was enough to get me pregnant. And once it came out that I was pregnant the rumors about me being a slut intensified and so did my response. I renewed my vow of celibacy in some misguided attempt to prove to myself that I wasn't what they all insulted me as. I wasn't a whore. I wasn't a slut." Lilith was fighting back tears.

"That must have been very difficult for you. No woman should have to prove they're not a slut. How did this experience affect your fantasies?"

"I want not give a fuck about what some other bitches think!" Lilith seemed like she had been holding that in all her life. John was shocked, he had never heard his mom swear. "I want to not have to hide these." She squeezes her breasts. "I want to just be able to walk around and not worry about people gawking at my tits. I want to be able to show interest in a man with worrying how the other girls will think it makes me look. I want to be proud of my body. I want to show off my big breasts and not care what people call me. I want to go to a club and dance with my boobs bouncing all over the place and spilling out of my top and not care."

"Do it." Dr Valentine said.

"What?"

"Do it. Do everything you just said. You can't let your body be a prison any longer, use your body to set yourself free!" She stood up beaming with energy. "What you just described isn't a fetish or a fantasy, it's a way of life. And you should be able to live your life how you want! So stop hiding them!"

"You're right!" Lilith filled with confidence. "I deserve this! I'm going to do it!"

"Start now, you don't need those top three buttons!"

"You're right!" Lilith stood up and started unbuttoning her shirt while John stared.

"That's the spirit! Free the beasts!"

"They're free!" Lilith jumped up and down with relief and excitement as her breasts bounced heavily. "Thank you so much Doctor! This was life changing! And thank you John!" Lilith turned and hugged John, giving him a face full of her massive tits. "I would have never come here if it weren't for you!"