Busty New World

So this is it. Mike was standing in Leanne Crow Avenue staring at the billboard above his head in disbelief: “Big City Cum Drive”. Next to the headline was a picture of his daughter, Annie. The picture was a documentary photo from her medical file. It showed her naked from the waist up, staring expressionless into the camera, like on a mugshot. Except this shot showed her asymmetrical massive breasts, that hung like well-rounded drops just an inch over her belly button.

Annie’s breasts had been relatively small just until 2 years ago. Then they had grown so fast, that she had to change into a bigger bra every 3 months. Of course, Mike and Nancy were worried. Not only were they worried about their daughter’s health, but also about her future in society. Busty girls in this world were expected to fulfill specific roles and assume certain responsibilities. They were destined to a life of privilege but also burdened with life in public service. That’s why many people called them Queen Bees. Although everyone considered those girls as a sort of adorable superior human beings, they would lose a big part of their self-determination to the public will. Mike always felt, there were terrible double standards at work here, and he did everything to protect Annie from it. But he had been naïve too. He and his family were immigrants and they didn’t really understand the ways of this new society, that welcomed them with open arms and helped them to thrive and prosper. So when he took Annie to the doctor to investigate her unusual breast growth, he wasn’t aware that he had just sealed his daughter's destiny. Of course, he noticed how liberal this society seemed to be in regards to sexuality – he could read about it in the news every day – but he had taken most of it as exaggerated sensationalism. He would never have imagined, how deep the obsession for big young breasts was rooted in this country, infiltrating and affecting every aspect of society. The proof was that billboard on top of a five-story building, facing the main street of Aldana City, the little town he lived in.

A cum drive was like a blood drive, just that people donated cum instead of blood. The reasons behind it were however not medical. A cum donation was a sign of deference a tribute to the “most valuable” members of society, the queen bees. People would come to the event, getting their balls pumped empty by hand or machine, or they would just bring airtight bottled cum from home, they had been collecting over the last weeks or months. The amount of cum donated to a specific queen bee would always make headlines, especially if someone else’s record had been broken. It was symbolic for a queen bees popularity and her rise in the national ranking of busty women.

Mike had reluctantly cleared some space in the garage, to make room for the canisters of the liquid white tribute he was expecting to be delivered after the event. Although he really found this custom abhorrent, he was hoping for Annie to get rid of the canisters quickly, because he didn’t like the thought of those canisters mocking him in his garage. There was no way of just throw them away though. This country had very loose privacy regulations and all data networks were interconnected – so basically big brother was always watching, except that in this country everyone who wanted, could become that big brother. The surveillance network was so total and so perfect, that Google Earth was live, yes live! You could just look at your street and see your uncle mowing his lawn. If you want an even closer look just open that Omniscity-App on your phone and login into your neighbor’s webcam, google glasses, or data-contacts (intelligent contact lenses that augment reality with an UI and work also as cameras). It doesn’t matter how well you isolated yourself from the data network - with a net that close-knit, you could expect people to find out your secrets. The only way to keep your secrets, was maintaining a low profile, playing things down, and keep people from getting suspicious.

Mike’s eyes went to the bus on the other side of the street. Along its side was a photo of a huge erect cock and the slogan “Working hard?”. It was an ad for a stupid inflatable sex toy the size of a wallet, so you could easily use it at work. Basically, it was 2 connected gel-filled orbs that mimicked either boobs or an ass, depending on which side you looked at them. In between those orbs was an artificial pussy and anus. Mike had a colleague that used this thing regularly at his desk. After using it, it would shrink down again by a push of a button. He had the “Minaj Booty”-Edition. It was ridiculous seeing him at his desk, his pants down on his ankles, hugging and humping those two huge brown orbs. The bus drove away, and finally Mikes bus arrived. This one had a motivational quote from Ada Imani, a former queen bee of nationwide celebrity and winner of the Golden Dress this year. The Golden Dress was something like the Nobel-Prize for exceptional performances in the line of public services. It was awarded when a busty woman finished her career as a public person. “In Bust they trust” Mike entered the bus trying to make sense of that quote, a variation of “In Bust we trust” printed on all banknotes. If things moved on like they had in the last couple of days Annie would probably end up like Ada Imani too – a nationwide celebrity, filthy rich, with streets and plazas named after her, and breasts that hung to her knees. They would collect her stem cells and eggs and sell them for incredible prices at auctions to bidders from all around the world. But then again, she would be free to get a reduction and live a normal life – Not something society would encourage her to do, but there were no laws against it. Any woman who had completed her service was free to do as she pleased. But it took Ada Imani 10 years of public service, to finally regain that freedom. Annie would have a long way to go still.

Maybe it wasn’t to late to prevent the worst, Mike thought while the guy next to him was watching something on his phone, the speakers on. Maybe she would not get that popular after all. She could only be drawn into a service, if there were enough people interested. “And it has been a good day for Annie Keenan so far,” blurted a commentator voice from the guys phone. “We have just passed the 50 Liter mark, and it seems that there are still plenty of donors waiting in line. Jennifer, what’s the situation down there at the Christy-Marks Highschool?” Mike turned to the guys phone. A middle-aged but good looking reporter with a bushy microphone was standing in front of the camera.

“Well Harry, let me tell you, the place is packed. School is off today, due to the cum drive in honor of Annie Keenan, and people seem to have come, from all over the country to donate. This is unusual, because Annie had been pretty unknown until a few weeks ago.”

“How do you explain that, Jennifer? How did this unknown next door girl become such a star overnight?”

“Well, it’s hard to say, Harry. But we’ll have to consider, that she is the first confirmed case of severe macromastia in Aldana City. I mean, her predecessors, Samantha Hogan, Fatima Fahimi, and Selena Marquez Gutierrez-Sanchez had all enormous racks but none of them were cases of macromastia. Since the first leaked footage of Annie came directly from her medical file, it seems rather likely that this boosted her popularity, because we are looking at a serious growth rate here. Bookies and betting shops have already started to accept bets on Annies breast size at the end of the year.”

“So, it’s not only the fact, that she is bigger than all queen bees before her, but that she’s probably still going to grow for a long time, that makes Annie such a huge deal?”

“Yes Harry, that’s what most people here believe. People that have come here almost like pilgrims to get the last drop of cum out of their balls, to show her their appreciation.”

Mike swallowed. That wasn’t good news at all. The counter in the upper corner of the screen changed from 51 to 52 Liters collected.

“Jennifer, what about Annie herself? Has she shown up at this event, that is probably going to be a day to remember.”

“No, there has been no sign so far from Annie, and many of us here believe, that she is still not aware, or at least not realizing the huge impact she had in the last couple of days. We also don’t have any reaction from her social networks, but we have registered, that her phone is currently playing this program, so, Annie, if you are watching us, please come over, your presence is required here, don’t disappoint your supporters!”

“Jennifer, if she’s not there yet, what are the donors masturbating to? Is there any material besides the documentary photos of her medical file?”

“Yes, Harry. People have come together for this event to have a good time and have therefore brought whatever material of Annie they could lay their hands on. A very special thanks goes to the Hackers that have logged into her private accounts and ripped all tribute-worthy content from there, so we can enjoy it at this wonderful occasion.”

“Well, that’s great to hear, Jennifer. Let’s have a look on some of the pictures.”

A slideshow followed, showing Annie at her birthday party, slightly drunk and a bit careless with her deep cleavage, a picture of her at the beach in a badly fitting bikini, a picture in her prom dress, and other pictures, that would have been boring, if it weren’t for her massive chest. The guy next to Mike slid his hand into his pants, “Man, look at those”, he mumbled.

“Jennifer what are the stakes for today, how much cum is she going to collect?”

“That’s hard to say. Bets go from incredible 100 liters up to 200 liters by the end of the event. I’d put my money on a little over 100 litres, maybe 120, considering we have still 6 hours to go, and all the vacuum milking machines are busy and the volunteer girls are working shifts to help the donors to drain those testies bone dry.”

“That’s going to be interesting. From what I can make out Annie is just 5 litres away to break Fatima Fahimis record from last year. Do you think people will start a referendum to get Annie into a public office?”

“Yes Harry, I’m pretty sure of that. I have been overhearing several discussions here so far and they all seem to agree, that Annie should be given a chance to run a public office. There are also already a few private sponsors, that would happily put Annie under contract. Among them a few global players like Burger Mac and the Human Dairy Food Inc., who are both looking for a new mascot. Annie’s supporters are quite divided however, some think she should work exclusively in the nutrition sector, mainly producing dairy products, while others want her to take representative tasks for her hometown. But I think everyone can agree, that we want to see more of those boobs in the future, and we want to be able to benefit from it.”

“Does that mean, that there will be a stem cell referendum?”

“Yes Harry, from what I have gathered here, people will support a referendum to make her stem cells available for research and genetic engineering. Since this is usually a very lucrative deal for the boob carrier as well, we can probably assume, that her stem cells should be for sale in early 2020.”

“How about the other duties, how likely is Annie to agree on those.”

“Well it’s to early to say that. Keep in mind, that we have no comment from Annie on this whole event yet, so we don’t know how she’s going to handle this.”

“Is there any way for her to get out of this?”

“Yes, if for some inexplicable reason the public would lose their interest in her. There are dozens of cases, in which girls hid their chests from the public, so they would never get noticed. Many of these girls got caught however, when they applied for a breast reduction. The public doesn’t take it to well, when you reject their generosity. So they had to do double time.”

The counter reached 60 litres now. “God damn,” thought Mike. “This is not going to end well.” His bus had stopped, and Mike walked to the door. Somewhere in the last row a skinny goth girl was trembling due to the vibrator lurking under her skirt. Mike left the bus and walked home. His wife’s car was parked outside, and his neighbor was trimming the hedges. He greeted Mike with the clipper in his hands. But before Mike could even engage him in the usual small talk, he stopped in his tracks. On the lawn on a chair was a naked life-sized doll that looks suspiciously like Annie. His neighbor noticed Mike’s confused look and laughed. “Amazing, isn’t she? A friend of mine makes these with an 3D-printer-sort of thing. In color! Looks just like the real thing, doesn’t it?” He laughed like a horny goat, grabbing the doll by one of her enormous tits, squeezing the spongy material. “Yeah, amazing,” Mike replied with enthusiasm. “Who is it supposed to be?” His neighbor realized his faux pas and hesitated. “Oh my friend had this one lying around, so I just took it.” The goat laughed again and gave him a shy glance. Mike nodded and walked away.

As he entered the house he walked into Felicitas. Felicitas is an impressive looking hermaphrodite with thick, strong thighs and legs, an equally impressive ass and broad shoulders. Her face is beautiful, feminine but angular. She wears her hair in an undercut pixie, that underlines her rebellious punk vibe. She looks strong and fit, and as far as Mike knows, she makes a living in MMA. Felicitas, also called Felix, has both sexes, and she has been a friend of the family for a long time now – and she has started sleeping with his wife on a regular basis.

„Oh, hey there! “ She said. Felicitas was stark naked. “Hi Felix, how are you doing? Is Nancy upstairs?” Mike asked, happy to see his friend. He had seen her naked many times before, so it didn’t startle him to see her still semi-hard cock dangling wet between her thighs. He was used to it, but her dick was still an impressive sight, meaty and marbled with thick veins. “Yes, she is, but let her rest. I just finished her, and I think she needs some shut-eye, if you know what I mean.” She grinned broadly and demonstratively scratched her heavy-looking balls. Mike laughed. “Alright then, how about a beer in the garden? Weather is great”.“Sounds great, I’m dehydrated, and I need some fresh air!”

A couple of minutes later they were sitting outside, drinking beer, talking while the TV was running in the background. Mike always felt at ease with Felicitas, and they talked about everything without hesitation. Felicitas, still naked, her tanned skin glittering with tiny pearls of sweat, was just about to tell Mike her future plans of opening her own gym, when the news came on with the latest developments from the cum drive: “Jennifer, what’s new at Christy Marks Highschool?”

“Well Harry it looks like we are going to hit 100 Liters very soon. There is still one hour left and there are still new people coming to register for a donation.”

Noticing Mikes gloomy look on his face, Felicitas changed the topic. “Does this bother you, Mike?” She asked in a deep calm voice. Mike nodded. “You shouldn’t worry about Annie. She’s strong and clever. She will manage.” Mike gave her a bitter smile. “Maybe.” Felicitas put the beer down and looked at Mike. “Look Mike, if you ask me, this is going pretty good for Annie. Do you remember Amber, the chubby redhead that went to school with Annie? Do you want to know what happened to her? She reached G cups, so her Doctor informed the authorities. Just like with Annie, standard procedure. The Federal Institute for Breastdevelopement looked into her case, but nothing really happened. If you are busty but ugly, nobody really cares if you do your social duties or not. But then some jackass reported her for not doing any services, so the authorities had to act, and they auctioned her off to some company, where she will be working as a stress buffer for the next 10 years. That’s the life of a real Queen Bee right there”, she said with a grim frown. “Of course, she gets all the benefits, good salary and will be entitled for a lifelong pension after she finished her service, but until then she gets groped, titfucked and worse every day by every frustrated white-collar guy around. That won’t happen to Annie. She’s young, beautiful, and her breasts are incredible perky for her size. She has everything to be one of the best, and if that works out for her, she will become unreachable for most men. She will get to choose and won’t have to keep up with some idiot running into her at the bus station. She has what it takes to be one of the greatest tits this country has ever seen, and after 10 years she will be rich and free and still young enough to make something out of her life.” Mike nodded. He had tried to see it from that perspective. Maybe he really underestimated his own daughter. “The most important thing now,“ she continued, “is that she doesn’t half-ass this. She needs to make it count, really win the crowd to reach the top positions available to her.” Mike sheepishly scratched his head. “You mean, she should… apply for the position as Venus?” Venus was a symbolic figure in this country, it’s personification, like the Marianne in France or the Britannia in the UK. Being voted Venus meant being the highest representative of this state. “Yes, she can win and she should, for her own sake,” Felicitas confirmed. Mike felt silent, and stared at the news reporters chest, not really listening to her jabbering. His thoughts started circling around what Felix had said. But then again, could Annie really get that far? Even if she had the biggest tits, and the cutest smile, she still had to compete against other, more experienced title holders. When the Tv started repeating the slideshow of Annies pictures he looked back at Felicitas with a pensive face and caught a glimpse of her huge cock slowly rising again. "Maybe I should talk to Annie and see how she feels about this. A competition like that, that means a lot of stress, you know?" He said. Felix nodded, absentmindedly fondling her dick. "Yeah, you should do that, Mike. Let her decide what to do, and whatever she wants to do, support her." She rose from her chair and burped. "I'm going to head back to Nancy. Thanks for the beer, Mike." Mike smiled. "You are welcome. Thanks for taking care of Nancy, she needs you know more then ever."

Felicitas left Mike alone with the TV, put her empty beer bottle in the kitchen, and went upstairs to see after Nancy. As she opened the door to her sleeping room, she saw Nancy just like she left her, her enormous tanned ass cheeks sticking out under the white rumpled covers. The bed had moved into the middle of the room, some family pictures had fallen of the walls, and one of Nancy's hands was still clinging to the sheet. "Ready for round two?" Felicitas announced letting the door close behind her.