Tries to Recreate the experience

Vanessa couldn't get the whole ordeal out of her head. She dreamed about it, she thought about it at several times throughout the day. She couldn't understand it. Something that was so painful, so excruciating, filled her with a wild mix of emotions. After one of the most vivid dreams, reliving the cruel attentions of the measuring machine, she awoke to find her hand was in her panties.

She tried to deny what she'd caught herself doing. She was not one to focus on sexual things much. Yet, no matter how much she tried to distract herself that day, she kept coming back to it in her mind. Finally, she said to her empty bedroom, "That's enough!"

She stomped her foot, which caused her massive breasts to sway hard in her bra. This common occurrence for her sparked an idea. What she considered to be the answer. Immersion therapy. She would just **** herself through the process again and she just knew that the terrible pain would clear her mind of this obsession.

Vanessa takes a quick shower and throws on just a light flower print shirt and a pair of shorts on. No bra now, she figured, she'd have to take it off when she got there anyway. Grabbing her car keys, she hopped into her car and tore off to the body type registry office.

She got to Town Hall and it looked almost deserted. Vanessa didn't think it was a holiday or anything. It would really mess with her plans if they weren't open. Squaring her shoulders, incidentally, causing her bulging melons to jiggle slightly, she headed toward the building. Once inside, she spotted the same older lady. Vanessa's lip curled in disdain as she looked at the woman. The old bitty had been so hateful to her.

It took real effort to school her expression into a more natural one. As she started toward the desk, her mind blanked. How was she going to get into the measuring area? They wouldn't just let her back if she asked.

She stopped at the desk and opened her mouth. But nothing came out. She had no idea how to overcome this hurtle. Fortunately, the old lady glared at her and barked. "No need to wait in here, you've already filled out the paperwork! Go on back!"

Shocked, Vanessa automatically started following the witch's orders. As she let the desk drop behind her, she could have sworn she heard the lady let out a cruel laugh. The room looked just the same. All the same measuring tools as before. And just like the last time, strange, mysterious machines sat about. But Vanessa only had eyes for the vicious contraption that had punished her before. The terrible device that was now haunting her dreams.

Obsessed, she didn't think. she quickly stripped off her top. Like two huge cantaloupes falling from a split bag, her breasts tumbled out. She cupped them in her hands. They overflowed her palms, so heavy they were a serious effort to lift.

"Am I really going to do this?" She muttered to herself. Yet even with that grain of doubt, she took a step toward the machine.

"Oh, good, you are here. And already prepared to start." Melany spoke right behind Vanessa.

Startled, she whipped around. Despite having her teats literally in hand, her huge paps slapped hard into her upper arm before jiggling all about.

"Wow!" Melany grinned. "They look even bigger than before." She took a hold of Vanessa's left melon, squeezing and rolling it between her palms. "I won't lie. I'm surprised you answered the summons so quickly. I thought for sure you'd put it off until we sent an officer out for you."

"New summons?" Vanessa knew she should make the woman stop touching her breast, but after all the weird ways their last encounter plagued her mind, she couldn't find the words.

Melany frowned, her hands pressing harder into the captured teat. "You got the summons right?"

Afraid that she might not get to fulfill her purpose for coming here, Vanessa nodded her head quickly. "Oh, yes," her eyes darted around. "I, uh, I just didn't understand all it said."

"I see," Melany smiled and let go of Vanessa's boob. The busty girl felt oddly bereft without the woman's touch. "Well, in a few cases the results of their body registry required a follow up. And it just so happens, you were one of the lucky ones."

"Okay," Vanessa found her hands had started to caress her breasts, mashing them gently together. Forcing herself to put her arms down at her side, she asked the woman, "So, do we do all of the measuring over again?"

"Oh no," Melany waved to one of the other contraptions in the room. "We have other measurements we must take."

More than a little disappointed, Vanessa pouted. "Okay, so what do I need to do?"

"Here, let me show you." Melany took Vanessa's hands and pulled them behind her back. Making her grab onto her opposite elbows, the woman said, "Now, it is extremely important that you keep your arms clear. So, I'll just secure them out of the way."

Before Vanessa could react, Melany started wrapping a then rope around the busty teen's forearms. In seconds, she was bound and couldn't move her arms out of the odd position. Melany patted the girl's right breast. "There we go. All secure. Now, let's get these big fat fun bags into the device."

Heat flooded Vanessa's cheeks. But she didn't resist as the blonde pushed her toward the machine.