The engagements kept Valerie on her toes. By now, she had a good amount of regular customers that made use of her phenomenal bosom in all kinds of creative ways. In addition, TeamScience kept a close look at her and continued to apply their medication causing her boobs to fill up ever quicker to bursting capacity. The scientists continued their studies on her, trying out various ways of triggering her let-down reflex with more and more elaborate setups every session.
Of course the business man, her secret favorite, kept booking her as well and kept pestering her about his meeting request, and so finally, in a moment of weakness, she decided to meet him.
That day, her boobs were filled to the brim with a good milking due since days. Valerie could barely move without hurting herself but thought that her well-filled jugs might sweeten the deal for her new acquaintance and draw attention away from the rest of her body.
When she arrived at the cafe, dressed in an all-black outfit sporting an incredibly daring boob window that really showcased her cleavage, she nervously looked around to find him. He had reminded her in several sessions of his yellow fedora but there was no such hat to be seen. She felt the eyes of the patrons on her body, judging her by her unconventional looks. Were people whispering about her, gossiping about her massive size?
Valerie almost left the place again when a grey-haired older man with a yellow fedora entered the cafe. Their eyes found each other and his face lit up.
“Finally! I know these two well, I guess,” he joked, motioning towards Valerie’s barely contained bust, “But I’m thrilled to finally meet the rest of you! Come on, let’s get us a table.”
Valerie watched jigolo seks hikayeleri him suspiciously, waiting for any sign of disgust or aversion.
“So why now? I have almost given up hope, you know? Damn, you look delicious in this dress. Really accentuates your best sides!”
“I…. Thanks…” Valerie stammered, “So…wh…”
“Miss? Could we get some nice Capuchino, please?”
“Mister…. I … would you…”
“Let’s first introduce ourselves, shall we? I’m Theodore, your regular customer and admirer, recently divorced as you know. And you are?”
“V…Valerie. But I really would like to…”
“No need to be nervous, Valerie. I have learned a lot about you in our past sessions and I can assure you there’s nothing to be ashamed of. And if people are talking behind your back, just ignore them for god’s sake.”
“But don’t you think I’m…”
“You’re right, your breasts are by far the most astounding part of your body, but the rest, while a bit on the chunky side, is not bad either! You seem to be very self-conscious, so let me repeat, there is nothing to be ashamed about.”
“But I…”
“Whatever bad experiences you had in the past, just forget about them. You’re beautiful in your own right and whoever claims something different is an idiot. And not only that, your character, your personality,… I mean, I don’t know you that well yet, but I can’t wait to learn everything about you, and not only about your boobs. Although I can’t see them soon enough again!”
“Really? You don’t find me disgusting?”
“I don’t. In fact, let me take you out tonight. Let’s go to the fanciest restaurant in this city. You’re already dressed perfectly for the occasion. I just have one request.”
“And that is?”
“Pull that dress further down, show me a hint of that delicious nipple.”
Valerie blushed as she adjusted her clothes, enlarging her cleavage further and further until one of her boobs nearly popped out.
“Brilliant! Now let’s enjoy our coffee and then get some food. Mhhhh…. Maybe you could offer me a very special cappuccino later?”
“What… oooohhh… you filthy old man!” Valerie giggled as she sipped her drink.
The evening had been spectacular. The food was the best she ever tasted and Theodore had been a true gentleman. She felt so special with him around. On the way out he said,
“You know you’re famous, right?”
“Famous? Me?”
“Your boobs are.”
“What do you mean?”
“I see them all the time! People in the art community talk about them, the internet is full of them, everyone is raving about your tits. I have to admit, I’m getting a bit jealous.”
“I had no idea!”
“You will have no trouble getting bookings for the foreseeable future, that’s for sure. In fact, I have a booking for tomorrow, and I’m planning to take full advantage of it! Good night, Valerie. It was great meeting you.”
“Good night Theodore.”
“Maybe next week again? In person I mean?”
“I can’t wait.”
Valerie couldn’t believe her luck. Although the disclosure of her identity had been a great gamble, it had paid off. Not only did she meet the most intriguing man she could imagine and bewitched him with her big bad boobies, but found a soulmate that finally helped her get over her insecurities.
Back in her room, she looked in the mirror and tried to see her body through his eyes. Yes, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Maybe she was beautiful after all. At least for some.
Valerie and Theodore were quickly getting closer and only a few months later, the happy girl and the old man were moving together. The business man had bought a fancy little house that provided enough space for both of them and was equipped with all sorts of kinky features to enhance their exciting love life.
After a few weeks Theodore asked her to quit her job at THH as he had enough funds for both of them. Valerie didn’t respond immediately but mulled over the request for a few days. Finally, after a few more sessions for the art community and random perverts, she declared with trembling voice,
“I can’t, Theodore. I can’t give this up. I know it’s pervy and all, and that I shouldn’t enjoy strangers fondling my boobs while I’m locked in a box. But I…”
“You don’t need to explain yourself, Valerie.”
“I don’t?”
“No. I understand. You enjoy it. You enjoy getting your tits mauled. You love when that part of you is appreciated. And you are hooked on that rush when you’re climaxing in that box while someone out there does who knows what with your exposed boobs.”
“Y…yeah, I guess…And I … the money…. I want to have some independence, you know?”
“Oh, sure. That too. I’m fine with that, really. But only under one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’ll keep booking you as long as you work for THH. And during these sessions, I will treat your phenomenal boobs just like the lewd objects they are. I will use them as stress relievers, as mere pillows for my head. I will squeeze, grope and smack them to my heart’s content.”
“I would expect no less, my love. Now, would you mind milking me for a bit? These scientists just keep increasing the dosage and I really feel quite sore right now.”
“Of course my love, with pleasure.”