Strange Day

Vanessa slowly woke up, taking a minute to remember where she was. She remained still as the memories of the previous day returned to her. She didn’t remember falling asleep, just the calming feeling that overtook her. Her head felt a little weird, but other than that she felt great. Quickly going to stand up, Vanessa forgot about her breasts sticking through the holes, yelling as they were painfully pulled through the tight openings. Vanessa looked down to check her breasts were okay and saw that they looked much fuller than usual, retaining a round shape instead of sagging like before. “I guess the look nice,” Vanessa thought to herself, “ever though they are stupidly big.” Vanessa reached her hands up to touch her sore breasts, but was surprised with how sensitive they were, quickly pulling her fingers away. She assumed it was just because they were sore, but in reality Ann’s changes were already effecting her. Not wanting to waste too much of her day, Vanessa quickly got dressed. She struggled with getting her breasts contained inside her bra as usual, cursing their size which only made them grow more sensitive. Her breasts felt very uncomfortable with the bra crushing them, with Vanessa continuing to blame her accident from before on their increased discomfort. Once she finished clothing herself, Vanessa walked up to the door, unsure of how to get out.

“Hello?” Vanessa yelled as she knocked on the door. “Is anyone out there?” Waiting a few minutes, Vanessa soon heard the familiar voice of Ann.

“I’m coming! Give me one minute!” Ann yelled back. Waiting, Vanessa soon heard the click of a lock and saw the door swing open. “Hey Vanessa! How are you feeling?” Ann said, seeing she had missed her chance to watch the girl get dressed.

“I feel great!” Vanessa said excitedly. “That was the most restful sleep I’ve had in my life!” Vanessa decided to leave out the incident she had waking up, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of Ann. “If I may ask, what time is it?”

“Oh, it is 8:15. The mall only just opened so there aren’t too many customers walking around yet, although it should pick up pretty soon.” Ann responded.

“Okay, thank you!” Vanessa responded. She was happy the mall wasn’t crowded yet so she could get out with too many people creeping on her stupid breasts. She also wanted to get home quickly to figure out why her breasts felt so uncomfortable. Vanessa instinctively tried readjusting her bra to try and fix the problem, but only succeeded in rubbing the fabric against her nipples which sent a strong wave of pleasure through her body causing her to tremble with discomfort. Vanessa snapped back to reality and remembered Ann was still in front of her.

“Everything okay Vanessa?” Ann asked, noticing the girl’s clear discomfort.

“Oh, it is nothing, just a bit of discomfort.” Vanessa responded, feeling extremely embarrassed by what just happened.

“Oh, I see,” Ann replied. Unsatisfied by the response, Ann decided to use one of the control words she installed in Vanessa’s mind to do a check up. “Vanessa, 8008 Progress Report.” Ann said sternly, and in an instant Vanessa’s body language shifted, standing at attention.

“Breast sensitivity at 8 times normal.” Vanessa spoke in a monotone voice.

“Wow!” Ann said out loud. The girl woke up at most ten minutes ago and she already is at 8 times sensitivity. She must really hate her boobs, Ann thought to herself. “Ok Vanessa, report over.” Vanessa’s body returned to its natural posture and her eyes closed, before slowly opening again, none the wiser to what just happened.

“I should get going now, but thank you for everything.” Vanessa said, doing her best to keep her mind off her erect nipples pressing against her bra.

“No problem! Now if you have any questions please call the number on this card.” Ann said, handing Vanessa her business card. “I hope to see you back soon!”

“I will try.” Vanessa responded, waving to Ann as she walked away. Vanessa had yet to notice, but Ann saw Vanessa bounce with each step, making her breasts wobble and bounce greatly. Ann couldn’t wait to see how her plan works out, but she would have to be patient.

Exiting the salon, Vanessa saw what Ann meant. Even compared to the day before, the mall was almost completely empty. There were only a couple groups Vanessa could see walking around. Normally Vanessa would take advantage of this to get some shopping done before the crowds arrived. However, right now Vanessa was having trouble concentrating. Her breasts were tingling and her nipples were stiff against the fabric of her bra. While Vanessa had felt something like this before, normally it would have faded and wouldn’t be this distracting. She decided the best thing she could do was get home as quickly as possible and find out what was up with her stupid breasts.

Walking was a challenge, with her breasts bouncing causing her nipples to rub against her bra. While she was walking, she noticed something strange. She wasn’t sure if it was all in her head, but her breasts seemed to be bouncing a lot more than normal. This was only confirmed for her when going down a short set of stairs caused her massive boobs to bounce and smack her in the face. She cursed their size and she tried to regain her composure, which was hard thanks to her breasts, which seemed to get more and more sensitive as the day went on. As she finally went to continue walking, Vanessa saw that she wasn’t the only one who saw what just happened, and how much her boobs were bouncing. A couple guys were staring at her, specifically they were staring at her massive jiggly breasts. Vanessa felt embarrassed, thoughts flooding her mind of all the horrible things they probably wanted to do to her. She imagined them running over and grabbing her stupidly large breasts, fondling them as she tries to fight back, forcing her shirt up and pulling them free of her bra so everyone could look at her fat boobs. Vanessa only snapped out of the trance when she caught her hands wandering towards her boobs. Realizing what she almost did, she felt disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed, and angry at herself and her good for nothing tits. Her anger and hatred were the only things able to distract her from the growing sensitivity of her boobs. Realizing that more people were beginning to gather to look at her boobs, she began to speed away towards the exit.

Her mind was racing as she was bombarded with thoughts about what all those men were thinking. How they would group up and use her however they wanted. Between those intrusive thoughts, her ridiculously sensitive breasts, and her trying to understand why her boobs were bouncing so much, she was overwhelmed. She didn’t know what to do, wanting to just get away but also wanting to figure out what was going on with her body.