First quickie

Vanessa went to the living room and slumped down on the couch, wearing nothing but her new Vanisher Bra which she couldn't take off. She turned on the TV and flipped through the channels mindlessly. She found a movie she hadn't seen before and started watching it. Vanessa hugged a pillow to fill the void at her chest, which, albeit comfortable, she hadn't yet gotten fully used to. Vanessa continued to watch the movie, occasionally glancing down at her chest as if to make sure her breasts weren't suddenly reappearing. She thought about how liberating it was not to have her chest be the center of attention anymore. As she watched the movie, she began to doze off on the couch.

Vanessa awoke with a start, realizing she had dozed off on the couch. She sat up and stretched, feeling. She glanced down at her chest, remembering that her ample breasts were still safely stowed away. But soon Vanessa realized she also felt an alternating pressure at the base of her breasts and perineum, which she now recognized as someone carrying her lady parts. "Oh shit, the rental period has begun!" Vanessa felt a shift in the feeling, which clearly let her know that her assets had switched hands. This was made even more evident when the new set of hands briefly squeezed and explored her breasts.

Vanessa then felt a minute or two of carrying feeling, followed by the feeling of being set down on a mattress. Not the velvety pillow of the storage facility, but something rougher and colder. She had studied the website enough to realize that her parts had probably been brought to the quick use room inside the rental building. For a minute or two, Vanessa felt hands knead on her breast like dough. Then they stopped, but suddenly Vanessa felt a cold liquid being squirted into her cleavage. The hands spread the liquid more evenly into her cleavage, making it feel less cold and more warm and slimy. Vanessa felt the hands grip her breasts tightly by the nipples, which made her yelp out loud. She then felt her breasts being pushed together into a tight package. Something long, warm and meaty entered her cleavage from below and started moving back and forth, first in slow, deliberate movements, but gradually picking up speed. Vanessa winced as the unfamiliar intrusion continued to thrust in and out of her cleavage, causing her breasts to bounce against each other. The sensation was strange and uncomfortable.

The movements suddenly slowed down to slow and deliberate thrusts again. Vanessa felt something warm and sticky erupt between her breasts. Then the feeling of the hands letting her go and her breasts spreading out on the mattress commanded by gravity alone.

As Vanessa tried to gather her thoughts, she realized the movie she had been watching was long over. She turned off the TV and decided to go into her own. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the first ordeal was over. But it wasn't technically over yet. Vanessa could feel the sticky mess starting to drip down her breasts, but she had no way of wiping them to get rid of the nasty feeling. She went to bed and tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, but it turned out to be impossible.