The Questioning

Hitomi was brought into another room full of police officers she could barely make out. They were rustling, coughing and whispering, seemingly excited about what was to follow. And the few words she could understand were all about her two sizable attributes that apparently now had gained a life of their own.

Bill opened one of the cupboards and grabbed a tangled mess of leather that reminded of a bra and excitedly presented it to the audience while his partner made signs to the group to stay quiet.

The officer then removed the two cages from the base of the object and wiggled the leather contraption over Hitomi's spectacular bosom with relish. Hitomi could feel the cold metal loops of the base first pushing against her skin and then slowly slipping over her bloated tits as invisible hands groped and squeezed her neverending flesh. Whispers and silent moans filled the small room as her charms got seated. Bill pulled back the straps, fastened the reinforced leather and slipped the padlock over the clasp.

Hitomi's boobs were now both stuck through slightly too small metal rings that were pulled tight against her chest and were ballooning rapidly. Those were no ordinary metal rings though as they both were ending in a thread that could be used to screw various attachments on them.

Hitomi watched with squinted eyes as the police officer first brandished one of the odd cages that was currently open and demonstrated to his audience how the petal-like wire segments would be closed and locked. Then he opened the device again and carefully slipped its ring-like base over Hitomi's left breast. He screwed the thing into the thread of the bra, lightly brushing against the actress' exposed bosom and repeated the procedure meticulously on her other side.

The room fell silent. The black-clad woman, face and body obscured by the 'uniform' and the two metal objects adorning her chest, was shivering and wondered what evil plan they had concocted for her. She tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside and could feel someone manipulating one of the cages. Suddenly, the pressure on her left breast increased massively and Hitomi gasped. She could see the man pushing the wire petals close, squeezing her spongy breast flesh together in the process. She heard him chuckle as he realized just how massive her breasts were and that he had woefully underestimated their true size.

"Guys? I need some help here!" he laughed as he tried unsuccessfully to close the cage.

Hitomi watched with bated breath as some of the other officers approached and inspected her misery with interest. She felt them jiggle the metal contraptions and heard them discuss the best approach. Then, they got to work and in a combined effort forced the cage shut.

Hitomi was reminded of her worst shoots, of how the various actors had mauled and squeezed her breasts, and how tight ropes had bit so hard into her treasures that their marks would not vanish for days. But this was worse than all of that combined. Her flesh was oozing through the gaps, desperate for every little space to expand into. The little she could make out of her chest when squinting through the eye openings looked absolutely horrific. Small pockets of boob were bulging through every gap in the wire and made her look like a tied-up piece of ham! She whimpered and wailed, begged her tormentors for mercy in the odd, high-pitched voice she had used successfully before to impersonate her breasts. But her tormentors didn't show any.

"How's that, suspect A and B? Are you ready to talk now?" inquired the police officer as both of the cages were shut for good.

The distressed actress squeaked, "Of course, officer! We are cooperating! Please let us out of these cells!"

"Hah! So that you could run and hide again? No! You're both staying put until this case is settled! Now, out with the truth!"

"What truth? We have done nothing wrong!"

"Says the fraudster with a straight face!" scoffed the officer, "Still as uncooperative as ever. Time for a bit of more hands-on questioning, eh?"