#breast induction
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No. 244
Exhibition
Flash Fiction by Bice
‘Oh… you caught me.
Caught me what?
Come on.. you know… I was just about to touch myself a little when you walked in.
No.. I can’t now.. it’s embarrassing. Not doing it, just being caught. I mean, my hands are still grasping onto my chest for fucksake… they’re what got me going in the first place.
Don’t they look great in this tank top? The way they’re all pushing out? And the way they feel, just full and heavy. I can’t even hold them up with my hands.
Just imagine how heavy they are… how hard it is to keep them up all day long. How tiring it would make you. Just think about how good it would feel when you finally can let everything go and relax and you don’t need to think about keeping any of that stress.
It’s a relief off your mind to not have to think about any of that heavy stress keeping you burdened… because you can let it go … and you can just watch me touch my chest … rubbing all that tension out of you just like my hands are wandering all over these pretty tits…. and they’re so pretty aren’t they?
Just nod.. it’s ok… I know it’s harder and harder to do anything but let go off all that stress while I keep enjoying watching you watch me enjoy watching you get heavier.. and heavier…”
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