Jumping Melons Bus Co.

by QexiQex

Disclaimer: My stories are of the ‘naughty’ nature and intended for adults only. If you are not of legal age, are easily offended or not interested in my kinky writings, please turn away now.

Main themes of this story are: big breasts, exhibitionism, breast bondage.

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Chapter 1

Her trip to South East Asia had been a blast so far. Lots of spectacular beaches, memorable snorkeling trips, friendly locals and fantastic parties. Her trusty backpack, filled with a handful of clothes, was apparently all she needed to have a great time. Except that her funds were declining fast.

Lily opened her well-used travel guide. Next stop was the Lost Temples. In the middle of nowhere. She had already checked the bus schedules, but rarely any company offered that route. And the ones that did were way over her budget. Money. Yeah, she had to do something about that problem, fast.

A well dressed local girl was suddenly standing at her table, openly eyeing Lily’s sizable assets. ‘Melons Bus Co.’ was written across her bright pink uniform.

“Look for transfer, Miss?”

“Indeed I do! I want to visit the Lost Temples!”

“We offer trip. Our next bus leave this evening. It’s night bus!”

“How much?”

“We have two package,” the girl smiled, “One cost 400 or more, other you earn 200.”

Lily was puzzled. She had never heard of a company paying their passengers for the ride.

“I don’t understand…”

“It’s brand new concept. Very special. Innovative. We offer top-notch entertainment. But we need also busty girls to make entertainment. And if you help, we pay!”

This sounded like a scam. Or worse.

“What kind of ‘services’ are you talking about?”

“Adult service. Nice erotic entertainment!”

That was it! A fuck-bus! Not with her. She had heard enough!

“Sorry, but I don’t think I’m interested in your offer. I’m no prostitute!”

“Not prostitute! No fucking! Just breasts! Nice, big breasts hanging from ceiling! Customers can grope! You have perfect breasts! Very safe! Nobody knows!”

What? Lily wasn’t sure she understood. No sex? Tits… hanging from the ceiling? This sounded weird. But if they paid her? She had to find out more!

“So how does this work?”

“Bus has two levels. Top level for girls only. Lying on floor with nice cushions and blanket. Stick breasts through holes in floor. Other guests are in bottom level. Main cabin. Breasts above their nice seats. Have drinking service, food. But expensive….”

“No sex?”

“No! No sex, only touching breasts!”

Only touching breasts… So a bus for… breast gropers? That didn’t sound all that bad. If they paid her 200 for the ride? Maybe worth checking out!

“Can you show me the bus?”

“Sorry! Bus in other city.”

“Do you have any picture of it?”

She shook her head.

“When is it leaving?”

“7pm. Trip is 12 hours. Small road. Pickup service included. Do you want?”

A free ride to the temples? Hell yes! But the information was sparse. Could she trust this company? 200 more in her pocket would be enough to pay for the next week though… Maybe worth the risk?

She nodded. “OK, Sign me up!”

The girl smiled. “Thank you! Your Name? Which hotel?”

“Lily. Backpackers Beach Bargain.”

“OK. Pickup is 6pm!”

And with that the strange girl left. Lily wondered what the hell she just signed up for. Time for another drink.

Nom looked at his baby with pride. This bus would make him rich! He touched the rusty metal like he would touch a dear lover, caressed the fine lines covered by brittle paint.

He invested all his money in this vehicle, modernized the main cabin with all he had. Nice seats, basic air-conditioning, a wooden floor, shades, ice coolers at every seat. Luxury travel! The paint-job for the outside was scheduled for today, but with the upcoming trip that would have to wait. At least he got the securing mechanism installed in time!

His friend Nak was totally right, the holes alone weren’t sufficient to adequately hold those bouncy breasts in place. It only worked when they were really big. But then they were so hard to pull through! He once had witnessed just how much effort it was for his fitters to pull a pair of really big, white udders through those openings. It wasn’t a pretty sight. And it took way too long.

Nak suggested a nifty locking mechanism, pneumatic, with rubber sleeves around each hole that would expand and hold the breast in place. But that plan was way too costly considering the financial realities. So Nak came up with a much simpler solution. Loops of strong steel wire, a ratcheting mechanism, some pulleys, levers, more steel wire, and some hours of work was all they needed. Now every hole was fitted with a wire loop that could be constricted with a simple lever at the driver’s seat. Pushing down the large lever caused all loops of each row to shrink and efficiently hold those trapped breasts in place.

Obviously this was way less comfortable than the rubber sleeves. But it was a good compromise. And the girls were still protected by the special shirts he had ordered. Of course they needed to pay for those, but that was all he could do.

The wire loops were fixed on the underside of the steel floor, only accessible from the main cabin so the girls couldn’t tamper with them. The driver was already instructed to push all 8 levers down at the beginning of the drive. One for each row of holes. Two places per aisle on each side, two tits per place. 8 long rows of loops, each connected by one long steel wire that ended at a lever at the driver’s seat.

Almost done. Time to load up the cooler boxes and send it on the road.

The minibus was cramped. Ten busty young girls were already inside, all looking rather nervous. The girl that ‘sold’ Lily the trip fixed her backpack on the roof and helped her inside. She laughed, “Now it’s everyone!” and hopped on the driver seat.

Lily looked at the faces around her. Typical backpacker girls, dreadlocks, probably European or American. One looked like a local girl. She smiled, “Anyone who did this trip before?”

Heads shaking. Only one blonde girl grinned broadly and said, “Yeah. Third time for me. Previous trips were much shorter though. But this one pays freaking 200 bucks!”

“Right. By the way, I’m Lily.”

“Erin.”

“So how is it? I mean… is that company trustworthy?”

“They’re fine. And it’s the only one that pays you for the ride. Don’t know of any other that does this kind of thing. Don’t be shocked when you see the bus though. It’s an old heap, rust everywhere…”

“And what are we supposed to do? Does it hurt? I mean, I heard that we are supposed to stick our tits through some holes?”

Erin laughed, “Right. So what will happen is that we get shuffled into the tiny upper deck of that bus. You can’t stand upright there, only crawl. No windows, stuffy air, full of other girls. Usually about 30 if it’s fully booked.

“You will be assigned a ‘seat’. There, you’ll jam your naked tits against two hopefully well-fitting holes in the floor and wait until somebody on the other side pulls them through. You’ll get a cushion and a blanket to make yourself comfortable, but that’s about it.

“And yes, it will hurt. The actual drive will already be a challenge with all those bumps. You’ll have problems staying in place. The rest depends on the guy below you. I once got a kisser. He kissed my boobies the entire trip! Nothing else! It tickled a bit but it was really pleasant, too! Never felt so adored my entire life!

“On my second trip it was much worse. I got a real groper. He massaged… well, mauled my twins without pause, sucked at them, pulled at them… you get it. They hurt for days!”

“I see… So any essential tips for us newbies?”

She smirked, “Pay attention to those holes! The size should be just right! Smaller is better as the metal will better hold you in place. Look for sharp edges. If you have duct tape with you, put it over any ridges!”

“Duct tape? I don’t have that…”

“Tough luck. Wow, look at that local girl! See the wet spots on her shirt?”

Lily looked around. The small, slender woman with jet black hair was apparently in a good mood. Her tits were absolutely spectacular. And Erin was right, there were little wet spots just around her nipples.

“Yes. Looks weird.”

“I think she’s lactating.”

“Yeah. Probably a young single mum in need of money for her baby. Sad.”

“But she seems to have a good time! The guy getting her boobs is in for a big surprise!” Erin chuckled.

The young driver stopped at a small shop and jumped out. Moments later she returned with a large bag.

“Shirts? Protective shirts? Makes breasts feel good! Only 20!”

She demonstrated a neon-pink colored piece of clothing with a white ‘Jumping Melons’ logo just above two peculiar, sleeved openings that didn’t belong there.

“Those are for the boobs,” grinned Erin, “With rubber sleeves around the holes. I got one for free at my first trip! They’re great! Good quality! Very comfortable!”

“But 20 bucks? For a shirt with boob-holes? Seriously? You can’t even use it afterwards!”

To Lily’s surprise, everyone except her, Erin and the local girl bought one. She shook her head, “What a rip-off!” No way she would pay 20 for that thing!

The uniformed girl looked at her pleadingly, “No shirt? Is important!”

“No. Too expensive!”

“No shirt?”

“No shirt.”

One last skeptical look and the girl took the remaining shirts back into the shop. Then they were on the road again.

The bus looked like a freaking death-trap. Lily stared at the vehicle in disbelief. Rust was everywhere, the tires looked old and worn. Only the bright pink logo of ‘Jumping Melons Bus Co.’ looked reasonably new.

A ladder led up to a tiny hatch below the roof. Next to it was a small tent. Two girls in uniform waited in front of it, with a notebook and what looked like a measurement tape in their hands.

“Please remove shoes and clothing. You can only wear new shirt, please!”

They got to be kidding!

“Are they serious? Do we really need to strip?” Lily asked Erin.

She nodded, “Yep! The top and bra need to go for obvious reasons. But they also think our other clothes are dirty and want us to remove them. That’s why those shirts are so long. You can leave your panties on though.”

“I don’t have that freaking shirt! “ Lily complained, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Well, that’s what you get for going cheap, I guess!” laughed Erin, “But don’t worry, only girls in there. No need to panic.”

Lily groaned. What a great start. She walked over to the bus. One of the staff girls lead her inside the stuffy tent.

“Please put everything in bag. Some money better in small pouch for bathroom, drinks.”

Thankfully, they had some decency and set that tent up for the ‘boarding procedure’! Lily stripped in front of the two girls and carefully folded her rather dirty clothes. One of the girls stowed her neat stack in a large bag and threw it on a trolley filled with similar bags.

A handful of cash was all she had left, and as instructed she stuck that in a smallish pouch that she was allowed to take into the bus. The pouch had a small rubber band so it could be wrapped around the wrist. Standing there, in that stuffy tent, naked except for her flimsy panties, Lily wondered what kind of adventure was waiting for her this time.

One of the girls stepped closer, roughly grabbed her left breast, placed her measurement band around and quickly tightened it.

“Ow! What the….?”

“Seat number 22 please!”

Measuring and seat assignment. This was surely the time they assigned them to the fitting holes! Erin’s warning about the size of those still rang in her ears. “Smaller is better!” she remembered her saying.

“Smaller, please?”

“The girl measured her again and shook her head. “Seat 22 perfect for you!”

Lily wouldn’t give up so easily. She shook her head and declared, “No, I want smaller, please!”

The girl looked puzzled, “But… you’re so big!” She poked her naked breast.

But Lily stuck to her guns and declared with firm voice, “No, smaller holes, please!”

The girl nodded reluctantly, checked her notebook and said something to the other staff girl. They giggled, shook their heads. Fingers traced along the unreadable text in their notebook. Finally they smiled, “Seat 32, have a nice trip!” and burst out laughing.

Lily was irritated. She only wanted to be sure that the holes weren’t too big! She didn’t want to hurt herself during that trip! The staff girl motioned her up the ladder and into the bus.

The heat almost killed her. Stuffy air, so dark that she could barely see anything. This place sucked big time! She apparently was the first one to enter, probably because the others needed to get into their fancy shirts first. The room had a very low ceiling so that she had to be careful to not bump her head against something. And the metal floor was unbelievably hot! She crept forward, looking for an indication of her spot.

There it was. Last row to the left. Aisle seat. Lily groaned. She slowly turned around and tried to position herself. Boobs into those holes and… damn those were small ones! Merely the diameter of a coke can! How the hell would her tits ever fit through them?

Somebody else entered the low upper deck. Another girl looking for her spot. Maybe she could change her seat with somebody else?

More girls entered the stuffy place one by one, everyone wearing the fancy shirt with their boobs prominently sticking through those special, seamed and rubber-sleeved openings. The air was filled with groaning as each girl tried to find the perfect position.

“Can I change place with anybody? My holes are way too small!”

“How big?” asked a girl a few rows away.

“Maybe coke-can sized…”

“No fucking way! My tits barely fit into mine!”

Giggles. Laughter. Fuck.

Lily looked around. Right next to her was the local girl with the lactating tits. Apparently she got that shirt, too. Maybe from an earlier trip. Should she ask her to switch places? But she had already enough problems with her bloated boobs full of milk! She certainly didn’t need her small-hole problem on top!

Erin was just besides her, on the other side of the aisle. She grinned, “Like it so far?”

“Great tip with those hole sizes! Look what I got!”

Lily pointed to the still empty, tiny openings.

“Oh shit!” giggled Erin, “Way to go, girl! How will you fit your udders in there?”

Lily groaned, “No fucking idea. Wanna switch?”

“Fuck no!”

“Please in position now. Fitting starts!” somebody yelled from below. A girl at the front squeaked, “Fuck, be careful, please?”

And then, one by one, the girls moaned, screamed and cursed as hands from below roughly pulled their fat tits through the openings in the floor.

For the girls with the shirts, the process was actually rather easy. Those helping hands from below would first pull the rubber sleeves through the holes in the metal floor and affix the seam with a small metal clamp. Then, they would reach through the opening again and swiftly pull at the tit. Because of the oily coating of the sleeve, the breast usually popped right through.

Girly squeaking filled the stuffy compartment as the sizable udders were pulled and tugged. The sight from the main cabin was rather spectacular, with more and more fleshy bags dangling from the ceiling.

“I really love this job,” one of the fitters joked in his local language, “Pulling big tourist boobs all day is real fun! But I have a tough time explaining my work to my family!”

“I just say that I work for a small bus company. No details!” laughed his colleague, “Man, those are nice ones! So white and big! Look at those tiny nipples!”

Today, most of the breasts were reasonably easy to fit. All girls were wearing the recommended shirts and placed at their recommended places. The bitches still complained vocally, but nothing out of the ordinary.

“Almost done. Eh… look! This one is a cheapskate! No shirt!”

“Well, her fault,” the fitter grinned, “Let’s get her done!”

Lily felt a hand at her right nipple trying to grab her flesh. Strong fingers sunk into her breast and pulled downwards. This would never work!

“She’s way too big!” the worker complained, “I can’t even pull a handful through! Who assigned her seat?”

“She demanded a small hole!” laughed one of the staff girls, “Be a man, make it fit!”

The fitter grabbed the nipple again, this time with more force. He pulled as hard as he could, tore at the warm flesh with all he had. His muscles quivered, his knuckles turned white. And Lily howled and screeched.

Slowly, the giant melon appeared. Cries of pain from above made it obvious to anybody that the owner of those boobs didn’t like the fitter’s work.

“Can you help me with those?” he asked his mate, “This sucker won’t budge!”

His fellow laughed heartily, sunk his fingers into the warm flesh and started to pull. And with combined efforts they finally managed to yank the tit through the tight opening.

The hole was just way too small for that monster of a breast. The sharp metal rim bit deeply into the soft flesh, and the fitter still wasn’t sure if the whole melon was entirely on the other side. But it looked good enough to him.

“Fuck! My tit is not even halfway through and they already work on the other one!” whimpered Lily, “What a disaster! My boobs are way to fat for that tiny opening!”

The second one wasn’t any easier. The fitters huffed and puffed as they tried to make the fleshy ball fit. It took well over 5 minutes until they managed to yank it through the tiny hole. The two workers cheered happily when Lily’s enormous udders were finally done, each giving one of the fat, bloated balls a hearty smack with their hands.

Lily pounded against the floor and shouted, “Not through yet! Pull harder for god’s sake!”

But the fitters were already busy with the next pair. This was the last one, and it was a bit of a surprise, too.

“Look what we have here. A nice pair of milk tits for seat 33, right next to our cheapskate!”

“Ewwww, messy! These things drip!”

“Haha, bet they’re under pressure! Boss will complain if everything smells of stale girl’s milk! Let’s put some clamps on them!”

May felt something sharp biting down on her swollen nipples. It hurt a bit, but it was a small price to pay for those 200 bucks. She smiled. This company was simply too good to be true. What an easy way to earn so much money!

Finally, the fitters and staff girls hustled away. Their job was done for now. A grim, old man in uniform was sitting on the driver’s seat and tweaked the hard little nipples hanging from above. Gus always got into the bus as early as possible to play with his personal pair. He especially liked the time when everybody else was busy setting things up.

Young guys pulling at enormous, dangling, white tits; those cute, uniformed girls helping them; and he, watching the whole ordeal through the rear mirror and groping those sacs above. Heaven. Only the inspection and grading was even more fun. He marveled at the pendulous objects swinging under the ceiling and tugged at the little pink pokers.

Gus had been hired by the company because he knew every road in the country. And because he had been a bus driver for most of his long life. Once they explained him the concept, he quickly dropped his asking price. All he asked for was a nice pair of tits above his own seat, too.

It took a while to convince them, but in the end they agreed to his terms. Probably because he mentioned that the chief of the local police force was an old friend of him, and that he had great connections to all kinds of officials.

He smiled dreamily as he watched the heavy bags above him swing back and forth. Now to the best part of the trip. The grading.

Chapter 2

Gus rose from his seat and examined today’s personal pair closely once again. Nice, big, pale white tits; flawless skin; small, bright pink nipples; probably 20 years old at most. A definite 4 star model. He grinned. Maybe he should try to make those little nubs a bit larger.

He moved the nozzle of the new air-conditioning a bit so it blew straight on the soft, dangling twins. Gus slapped them hard, watching them jiggle and bounce.

Now on to the ones for the guests. He grabbed the pair hanging above seat 2, roughly squeezed the white flesh. Gus had perfected his grading procedure over time. It was important to look for flaws like unsightly veins, stretch marks or, god forbid, tattoos. But it was also important to test how taut and springy those sacs were, check the swinging properties, the texture, even the bounciness when being smacked.

He had developed a detailed routine which he now meticulously applied to every single pair in the bus. Gus grabbed the long, brown nipples and squeezed them hard. Then, with a quick yank, he pulled them downwards and carefully observed how they stretched. He heard the screams above. Good. When he released the now hard pokers, both boobs quickly sprung back and jiggled pleasantly.

Those were young ones, nice and stretchable, probably 22 years old. He lightly slapped their underside until they blushed in a bright pink. A 3-star pair, he decided, nothing spectacular. Average size for their service. Of course, much larger than the typical girl on the streets, but this bus was always stacked with really big ones. So yes, average size, but a pleasure to squeeze. He put one of the cotton sacs over each boob, a yellow one showing the 3 star grading, and pulled the string around the base as tight as he could.

And so each and every pair was measured and graded by the driver. Soon, bright colored bags hid the bouncy treasures and made the cabin look like a room decorated for a birthday party, with colorful balloons hanging from the ceiling. Gus smiled. What an easy way to show the guests which of those were real quality boobies. Black bags designated a 1-star score, blue for 2-star, yellow for 3-star, green for 4-star and bright orange for a breathtaking 5-star grading.

Finally, the bus was prepared to leave for the guest pickup. The driver mounted his seat, went through the checklist and pulled the levers one by one.

Surprised screams from above. The girls surely were not prepared for the new safety feature! The driver laughed heartily, grabbed one of the dangling tits above his head and let his fingers sink into the warm flesh. What a truly fantastic job.

Even Erin was irked by the sudden, cruel squeeze.

“This… is new!” she panted, “What the fuck are they doing?”

“Don’t know! My tits hurt like shit though.”

The driver dreamily looked at ‘his’ boobs dangling above his head. What a lovely pair! He really liked using big, bouncy tits for stress relief during traffic jam, or when he got really angry and needed to punch something. And they were great fun to play with during a long, boring ride, too! Sometimes he even used them as handles if the road got too curvy! He adjusted his seat, smacked his personal set once again and yelled, “Ready for departure!”

Alice squealed from the impact. When she found out that her assignment was the driver’s seat, she thought she finally got lucky. The driver had to pay attention to traffic, was busy all the time… he had to drive, for god’s sake! But that man was mean! He had groped her the entire time during the wait as soon as her tits had been yanked through those holes. And then he started pulling, even biting her! And now the slaps! She really hoped that she would get some rest once they were on the road!

Grinning happily, the driver delivered another hearty slap to his two personal stress relievers and watched them jump and sway. He marveled at the handprint he had just left on the flawless white skin. What fascinating objects! He looked at the watch and sighed. Time to start the engine and get on the road.

The bus roared to life, blasts of black smoke shot out of the rusty exhausts. And slowly, with a lot of squealing and wobbling, the Jumping Melons vehicle headed out of the parking lot.

“Careful, we’re driving!”

Every single girl frantically searched for something to hold on. With their boobs being the only real fixture, it wasn’t easy to stay in place. And slithering around on that hot metal floor, rotating around those stuck boobs, was the very last thing anybody wanted to experience. Unfortunately, that was rather difficult to avoid. And the driver was everything but gentle with the bus.

Lily screamed in pain as her sliding body cruelly yanked at her half-through titties. Bloody hell, this was painful! She looked at Erin with wide eyes, “Is it supposed to hurt like that? I can’t believe my tits are still where they belong!”

Erin laughed, “Not really. You need to stabilize yourself. Use those support straps at your hands and feet. And if your udders really are only partly through, there is no way this won’t be a pain!”

Lily searched for those support straps. She found one at her right foot and another one at her left hand, both of which she instantly grabbed to secure herself. The others were either broken or missing. She pounded on the floor and yelled, “Pull my tits through, fuckers!”

And then the bus made a sharp left turn. Lily, with most of the other girls, screamed even louder.

Richie sat in the lounge of Jumping Melons and waited for his ride. He really looked forward to the trip. It wasn’t the first time he chose the company for travel. Sure, the bus was crap, but they had stellar entertainment. He smiled as he thought about his last trip, about the fat, black tits he mauled for hours. This time he even paid extra for free seat choice. And he already bribed the driver for a bit of special service.

He looked at one of the large metal boxes in front of him. Unbelievable, that his engineering department asked him to bring a box of tools with him. Mostly metal brackets for pipes, rubber fittings and whatnot. Why did he agree to that? What a pain to carry those around!

“There they come!”

The rusty old bus screeched to a halt right in front of the building. Richie could hear the girls screaming. He chuckled as the rows of bagged boobs bounced and swayed slowly to a halt.

The driver jumped off, ran towards the lounge and asked, “Mister Richie Sowee?”

Richie raised from his luxurious armchair and nodded, “That’s me!”

The driver politely complimented him to the creaking bus and opened the main cabin door.

“Glad to have you as our guest, Mr. Sowee. As you can see, our vehicle is already fully stacked. The choice is yours!”

“Any recommendations today?”

The driver grinned, “Plenty of nice ones this time. For example, we have a pair of young British tits, milky white skin, lightly freckled and phenomenally well developed in row two. Right next to her we have a pair of Mexican origin, 22 years old, milk-chocolate colored, fat, brown nipples, tight and a real pleasure to squeeze.

“Then, in row four, there are some pleasant Irish torpedoes with red hard pokers, next to a pair of fat, all-American pillows, probably grown from burgers and fries. They’re a bit pale and rather squishy. Real hangers.

“In row five we have a delicious pair of Austrian mountains, springy and with a nice jiggle. Long, hard nipples on that one. Perfect for a bite or two. Really spectacular those boobs! And then there is a gigantic, well-tanned pair of knockers of Russian origin, I believe, in row six.

“In row seven we have a nice set from Norway with milky white skin, spotless with almost invisible little nubs. And next to those there is a young dark-chocolate pair with almost black nipples directly from the beautiful island of La Reunion.

“Oh, and we have an actual milker today, too! Last row at seat 33, local origin I believe. Colored like a nice cafe latte, a bit bloated and hard because of all the milk, but still good for a nice workout. Probably filled to the brim and about to burst. I would recommend to wait with the draining a bit longer though, especially if you like those balloons taut and springy. Might be a nice option for some experiments with a bit of rope and some clamps, which we, by the way, already supplied to keep them from leaking.”

Richie watched with interest. He never had milk-filled boobs before. Maybe worth a try!

“And finally we have a wonderful pair of Scottish origin, absolutely spectacular, at seat 32. Their owner was actually too cheap to buy the recommended shirt and convinced staff to assign her a seat totally inadequate for her size. Look at them! See how they bulge out of the ceiling back there? The openings are way too small for her fat tits! They’re already puffy and red, too! And I think they’re not even completely through the openings yet. If you take that one, I can open the locks for you right before we start. You could try your luck yanking them through. Would give you a bit more of that delicious flesh to play with!”

“May I have a look?”

“Certainly, Sir. Please…”

Richie entered the main cabin. What a sight! 32, no, 33 pairs of large, wobbly tits wrapped in colorful bags dangled from the ceiling. Mostly orange and green today, some yellow and one blue. No black. Looked like a good selection.

He could only imagine the view once those bags were gone and the bus drove down those rocky country roads! To see so many boobs jump and jiggle! He lifted the pale pair at the driver’s seat and judged their weight. Heavy. Delicious. This must be paradise! Bouncing boobs in all shapes and colors!

“Nice pair you got here!”

“Indeed. But there are much better ones hidden under those bags!”

“Care if I take a look at them? I certainly trust your grading, but I would prefer to form my own opinion!”

The driver smiled, “Sure, go ahead, Sir! Take a look and select the ones you like most!”

Richie went to the first row and removed an orange colored bag. Utterly Unbelievable! How did this company find those girls? Richie had rarely ever seen a woman that size in the streets! And the ones here were all freaking enormous! He squeezed the warm, jiggling flesh, touched the spotless, young breasts and marveled at their sheer beauty.

The happy man closely examined every single pair in the entire bus, first removing the colored sac, then squeezing the now revealed, warm melons. He tweaked the little, hard nipples, pulled at the soft udders and slapped the quivering flesh. Finally, he wrapped the sac around each boob again and proceeded to the next one.

Sometimes he stopped and listened, hoping to hear the girls upstairs squealing. And he hadn’t been disappointed by the reaction. Especially the slapping triggered significant squirming and some rather vocal complaints from above.

By far the best pair was in the last row. Taut, springy balloons, light tan lines just above those perfect little nipples… and no shirt sleeves! Those must be the ones from Scotland, only partly pulled through with plenty of more tasty tit-flesh hidden behind that rusty metal! And next to them, caffe latte-colored titties bursting full of milk! Pure perfection!

Suddenly he heard a knock from above. A decidedly Scottish voice squeaked, “Pull on my damn tits, fuckers! I’m only part way through those fucking holes and it hurts like hell! Please?!”

“Is the bus fully booked?”

“Not yet, Sir. We have still one seat available.”

“Then I’ll take an additional one today. Seats 32 and 33 for me, please.”

“That’ll be another 5 star, right? That would be 500 then.”

Richie handed over 600 and added, “For your services. And can you take that rocky downhill road to Ma Kan instead of the highway? Make sure that all curtains of the cabins are open before the descent, I really want to see those 33 pairs fly today! Drive hard and fast. Make them bounce for me like they never bounced before!”

“Not a problem, Sir!” the driver grinned. Getting paid for what he liked best! What a great way to start the trip!

“May I also suggest the ‘road’ to Tat Mak instead of that boring new highway? It will cost us at least one or two hours. It’s a muddy hellhole. The bus will bounce, skid and slither. You will have a spectacular show! If you have never experienced driving down an actual riverbed…”

“Sure. Again, make sure all curtains are up. And you said seat 33 is lactating?”

“Yes indeed. Those tits are a freaking mess! Any food for you today, Sir?”

“Absolutely! The hot chicken soup and your special ice cream as dessert. Make that an extra large bowl with some additional ice to keep it cold. And maybe a white Russian or two. A bottle of Scotch would be fine, too. And the biggest pot of hot black tea you can find for the night. For breakfast a big bowl of simple muesli should suffice. And a large pot of hot coffee. You don’t need to bring milk as I will have my own source.”

“Very well, Sir. Should I set up your compartment now?”

“Later. I would like to see the other guests play with their toys first. Make sure the curtains will only be available after the first hour.”

“My pleasure, Sir.”

Richie watched the other guests enter the bus. Everyone excitedly removed the colored sacs, touched the naked, dangling tits and tried to select the best pair. The price depended on the grade, and it appeared that most guests were willing to pay extra. Soon, the bus was filled with men. Well, not all were men. There was also a pair of young women just two rows in front of him, laughing hysterically at the bloated, jiggling boobs over their seat,

“Could you believe this? Tits in your face! And look at those gigantic pairs! Where do they get those? They all look natural! I would kill to have a pair like that!”

The blonde woman groped the dangling tits in front of her heartily, “Graded as 4-star… I would give them a solid 5! Those feel great! What do you think, does the girl enjoy being groped like that? Do you think I can make her come from tit stimulation alone?”

“I heard it’s possible. Worth a try! If you’re successful, I’ll let you play with my own tits, too! But they are much smaller…”

Bright laughter. Richie smiled. Yes, this trip was special. He reached for one of the dark brown tits above his seat and removed the clamp. His smile widened. The driver was right! That fat sucker drooled milk. He let the clamp close again around the little nub and thought of the endless possibilities he had to entertain himself during the 12 hours ride.

“14 hours or more,” he corrected himself, thinking about the detour they would take. He grinned mischievously. Plenty of time to test some of his theories!

The bus jerked and jumped as it slowly roared to life. All passengers had boarded and acquainted themselves with the entertainment features. Idle chatter and bright laughter was everywhere, while the girls on the upper deck moaned and cursed from all the pulling and groping.

“The first few hours are always the worst!”, gasped Erin knowingly, “After that they usually get bored and you’ll have a bit of downtime.”

“Ugh, I so hope you’re right!” squealed a girl in row 6, mine is having great fun slapping my udders! And it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon!”

“I have a biter!” complained a girl in row 3, “He sucks at my nipples until they are hard and then fucking chews on them!”

“Better than a puller like mine!” groaned one in row 5, “That asshole apparently wants to rip my melons off!”

Richie watched his four treasures bouncing around. What a mesmerizing sight. A knock above caught his attention.

“Please, pull me through!” the girl yelled.

Right, the driver promised him already to help. Time to relieve her a little. He opened his large bag and searched for the pipe clamps. He really loved those suckers. Metal bands that you could tighten with a simple screw! And then those chains with embedded ratchets that shortened them as needed! Perfect for what he intended to do. And he even had a battery-powered electric screwdriver with him! Thank god his team had asked him to bring those supplies along!

Soon, all necessary tools were laid out on his little table. He first pulled one of the chains with an embedded ratcheting mechanism through a loop-formed metal pipe that was part of the base of his seat. Then, he put an open pipe clamp through the two ends of a chain and reached for the first trapped melon. He closed the clamp and pushed it over the quivering tit until it was flush with the ceiling. Finally, he tightened the clamp with the electric screwdriver until the trapped flesh beneath the band turned white. A shocked scream and a barrage of curses told him the girl’s feelings. But it was all for her best. He repeated the entire ordeal on the other side.

Lily was howling. What the hell did that lunatic do? Her tits hurt like never before!

Then it got even worse. Something pulled on her trapped melons so hard she feared they would rip. These weren’t a guy’s hands, these were the claws of a monster!

Richie tightened the chains with the ratchet until they all were strung up like a cord. Everything was prepared. Time to ask the driver for a favor. He admired the deformed tits in front of him, letting his fingers follow the lines of the taut flesh. What a beauty!

His eyes lingered on the brown, milk-laden twins for a few moments. He always wondered if milk could be expressed by just squeezing the tits themselves instead of sucking on those nipples. Maybe he should try emptying them without touching those hard nubs? Well, first he had to pull that cheapskate through.

He thought about the weird favor one of his subordinates asked him to do. “Can you take those crates with you?” Maybe all those clamps would come in handy now. He had something to discuss with the driver.

Richie raised from his seat and grabbed a tit to not tip over. The ride was rough and jumpy, and he’d better not fall on the floor. He reached for another tit the row in front of him and held onto it for balance. And so he did one step after another, using the dangling boobs close to the aisles as handles. It was fascinating how different they felt when he sunk his fingers in them!

Thankfully, the other passengers were cooperative and let him use one of their personal entertainment devices to hold on. Everybody was curious what he was up to when he finally grabbed hold of the driver’s pair and whispered in his ears.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the driver announced, “I will quickly need to open the securing mechanism as one of those dangly pairs is kind of stuck in limbo. So you better hold your pair in place if you don’t want its owner to pull them out. To help you with this, our kind special guest will provide you with the necessary tools. He assured me that you can use them during our entire trip. Just make sure to return them at the end. Unfortunately, we will have to briefly stop to get those out of the luggage compartment.”

A stop! Maybe a bathroom break? Lily wondered if she should try to get out. She could use a pee, but it wasn’t urgent yet. Maybe next time.

Richie personally distributed the pipe clamps to every passenger, two for each. He told everyone that two electric screwdrivers would be passed around and everyone would have enough time to affix those brackets around their personal pair. Soon, the bus was on the road again, and the stuffy air vibrated from the grinding noise of the screwdriver.

“What the hell is going on?” howled a girl in row one as her tits suddenly got compressed further, “I’m squeezed tight already, suckers!”

“Ugh… this is not good!” squealed her neighbor as the clamps bit down on her, “What is this?”

“Something similar happened to me on my last ride,” groaned another girl, “I think those are pipe clamps, like the ones used to fix metal piping in place.”

“Pipe clamps? The hell?”

“Yeah… helps fixing bloated boobs, too! It’s basically a circular metal band that can be tightened with a screw. Way tightened… like…. you can crush a soda can with that thing.”

“I just hope they don’t pull them too tight!”

“Mine feels like they make my tits pop any moment!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for fixing your assigned pairs in place. We will now release the securing loops.”

The driver pushed the levers. It didn’t feel any different to Lily, her bloated tits were just as compressed as before. Suddenly the pull on her cans increased tremendously. Lily whimpered in pain.

One level below, Richie was operating the ratchets. If his little construction wasn’t able to rip those melons through, nothing will. He pushed the lever once again.

And suddenly it happened. With an audible pop, the bloated monster to his left squeezed through. They were so much bigger than he expected! He grabbed the quivering melon, drove his finger into the flesh that was bulging through the tiny opening. Yes, he could feel her rib-cage. Now this sucker was completely on his side.

The other one only needed another few twists of the ratchet until it finally crashed through the tight hole.

Thank god! She had made it! Lily’s finger wandered around the sharp edges of the tiny opening just below her heaving body. Fuck, her entire tit was on the other side indeed! Fucking unbelievable!

“Th… thank you…” Lily whispered, happy that her boob situation was finally improving.

Richie removed the clamps again and marveled at the slowly expanding globes. The opening was definitely way too tight for a rack like that, and he could tell that the poor girl was in pain. Her blood probably got trapped already and he would need to massage those bloated balloons every few hours to get it flowing again. But what a nice shade of pink! He tweaked the engorged nipple. Time for some experiments.

Richie looked through the bus. Jumping melons everywhere! Soon, the curtains would be closed to give the passengers some privacy. He enjoyed this view so much! And once they would be in the mountains… He squeezed his milky chocolate boobs. How tight! So bloated! Was the girl in pain? Or was she already used to those hard bowling balls? Was she waiting for relief, expecting whomever was below to drain her hurting, bloated melons?

He compared the texture and feel of both pairs. Very different indeed. Maybe he should try to empty only one side of the milker so he could compare the empty with the full side? But first he wanted to just squeeze them a little, let them crash into his face, things like that.

“Mr Sowee? May I set up your compartment now?”

A polite, young girl in uniform was suddenly standing in the narrow aisle.

“Certainly.”

“And how about your dinner, do you want it served now?”

Richie nodded, “Yes, why not.” He was getting hungry already.

The cute girl bowed and began to set up the curtains. A few minutes later she held a steaming pot in her hand that was dangling from four long chains.

“Are you accustomed to our food service?”

Richie nodded. He knew that everything was arranged in a way that it could be affixed to those dangling darlings hanging from the ceiling. This pot obviously had some sort of leather belt on top at which the chains were affixed. The whole setup would swing like crazy. Definitely not safe, but a cute idea.

“On which of your breasts do you want to have it setup?”

Richie pointed to the right one of the white girl, just next to the first milky boob. The cute girl bowed again and wrapped the belt around the bulging tit with well-practiced moves.

“Be careful, it’s very hot. The pot comes with a burner so it doesn’t get cold. You can also adjust the heat a little. Enjoy your meal!”

Richie looked hungrily at the food. This looked delicious! Hot steam was drifting upwards from it, caressing the pink, bloated balloon that held everything in place. But the chains were way too long, the bowl was a freaking health hazard swinging like that!

He examined the whole construction and quickly found out how to adjust the length of the chains. Richie carefully shortened them until the bowl was just a few inches from the little nipple away. Hopefully, the girl could cope with some heat.

“Sir, your desert?”

The girl was already back with another bowl, this time filled with a beautiful sculpture made from fruit and vanilla ice-cream. To keep it cold, the bowl was sitting in a big bucket full of ice.

“I’m not ready yet…”

“Sir, but the ice will keep it cool for hours!”

“OK then, just put it on the other white breast.”

“With pleasure, Sir!”

And so she installed the other pot with a very similar mechanism. Again, Richie was irritated by the swaying object and quickly adjusted the length of the chains until the ice-cream almost touched the little, hard nipple.

“Fuck, what the hell?” groaned Lilly who tried to get some sleep. She finally found a more or less comfortable position, had her little cushion propped up just right and was wrapped in the blanket. And she needed to pee. She had successfully ignored that part though. But now this irritating feeling on her tits! It seemed to be scalding hot and freezing cold at the same time! She tried to focus herself, tried to feel what was happening down there.

Ouch! If she would only see something! She couldn’t make sense out of those sensations, but something was definitely not right! Her boobs screamed at her, but she just couldn’t interpret the signals she got from them.

What a fantastic soup! Richie was totally blown away by the taste. He even forgot ‘his’ boobs for a moment. The large spoon dipped into the delicious meal again. He was careful to not spray that bloated tit with the hot liquid, but he couldn’t completely avoid it. The road was just too bad and everything was literally jumping around. But at least the pot was somewhat stable. He turned up the heat a bit. It just tasted so much better when it was bubbling hot!

“Aiiiieeee?!”

Lily howled like a dog. Her nipple felt like it was coated with hot lava! Suddenly the other side screamed at her, too.

Richie took the freezing cold, rock hard nipple of the desert bowl between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Hard. Fascinating, what difference temperature makes! That little pebble felt like it was frozen to stone! He slowly pulled it down until it touched the cold ice-cream.

“This guy is driving me crazy!” squeaked Lily, but apparently she was the only one with such a problem. Every other girl around her seemed to snore already, even the local one next to her. Maybe their ‘guests’ got tired? She looked over to Erin who seemed to doze, too.

The bus came to a halt.

“Bathroom break for our guests. Stop for girls in 20 minutes!”

Damn, another 20 minutes? She understood why they did separate stops. Guests and ‘entertainers’ weren’t supposed to meet. Any contact could bring the company into trouble. It was a very fine line they operated on, and they had to absolutely avoid the slightest hint of prostitution. But 20 minutes? Really?

Richie happily emptied the bowl of soup and went straight for dessert. What an amazing service. He gently pulled on the bowl to see the ballooning tit jiggle again and shoved delicious ice-cream into his face.

“May I?” asked the cute girl and gestured towards the now empty, swinging pots. Richie nodded. The girl quickly opened the bands and took everything away. Lily was groaning relieved.

“Break for entertainers! Please hurry! Stop for 5 minutes!” yelled Gus and opened the loops. Time to give the girls some rest.

“Yay!” groaned Erin relieved and pulled herself free, “Time to take a piss. Are you coming?”

“Sure,” groaned Lily, “Just need to get out of those.” She pressed her hands down like doing a push-up and tried to pull her boobs out of their prison. But they didn’t budge.

“Fuck!” yelled Lily and pushed again. And again. But her stuck melons didn’t cooperate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so fucked!”

“Wait, let me help you.”

Erin crawled towards her and grabbed her by the shoulders. With combined efforts, they tried to push her chest upwards. Lily howled in pain, but her bloated breasts didn’t show up. Not even an inch of her trapped flesh squeezed through to her side.

“I’m sorry, girl, but I really need to go pee. Do you need anything?”

“Fuck yes! I need to pee, too!”

Erin shrugged, “Sorry…” and crawled outside.

The trapped girl pounded against the floor and yelled, “Please let me out! I need to go to the bathroom!”

Chapter 3

Richie watched ‘his’ breasts jiggle excitedly. The chocolate ones were gone, the girl probably out relieving herself. But the pink, bloated ones were still there and jumped around. It was obvious that the girl was trapped for good. She wouldn’t get out without help. Without his help. But not yet. He slapped the bouncing melons lightly and laughed, “Just rip them out, girl! Nothing is holding you back!”

Lily tried. She really did. Her arms ached and the bases of her tits were rubbed raw, but she still couldn’t get out.

Meanwhile, the other girls stood outside and chatted.

“Just look at those marks!” a tall, blonde girl complained, “I have no idea what that guy was doing, but it really felt weird!”

“I have a red welt around the bases, wonder what did this…”

“Mine is just chewing my nipples off! They’re so, so sore!”

“The worst part are those bumps! My head is banging against the floor and it feels like my boobs will rip. Thank god we got that cushion!”

“How long until we’re there?”

“The temples? 10 hours at least.”

“Fuck. My boobs hurt so much already! Never been groped like that before! I just hope that guy is sleeping by now!”

“Guy? I think you got a girl, just like me!”

“Women?”

“Yep. They can be quite a challenge. Want to try out how big boobies feel like.”

The bus honked.

“We need to get back in.”

“Already?”

“Yep, back to get your fun-bags groped, pulled and punched!”

Lily was freaking out. She just couldn’t free her tits, and now the girls were returning already! She saw everybody searching for their spot, helpful hands grabbing their jiggling flesh and pulling them in place again. But the girls weren’t as vocal anymore. They knew what to expect by now.

Her bladder was about to burst.

“Next stop in 3 hours. Please, everybody in position!”

3 hours? How would she be able to get through this without accident? She banged against the floor, “I really need to go to the toilet, dammit!”

“Would you like your White Russian now?”

“Yes, please!”

Richie was handed a large glass with a bit of vodka.

“Just milk missing! Enjoy!”

He smiled, “Thank you!”

The next few hours were pretty uneventful, except for the yelling and banging from above. It really seemed the girl was desperate. Richie smiled. He would let her out at the next stop. But now it was time to play with those milkers.

He opened his suitcase and searched through its contents. Rubberbands. Those should work wonders! Time to add some milk to his vodka! He grabbed a handful of the bands and started to push them over the chocolate-colored breast.

May sensed that something was different. It had been such a nice, quiet ride today! The only reason to complain had been that her breasts desperately needed a good milking. They were way too full, and the pain was increasing by the minute. Usually, the excess milk would simply leak out and soil her shirt, but today was different. Something was not working properly. And judging by the weird bite on her nipples, they probably clamped them shut with something.

But now, somebody opened at least one side. She immediately felt the relief. There was also something else though, some additional pressure. She had that before, during her last ride when that guy wound rubber bands around her breasts. It hurt a bit, but that was OK.

The tit was spraying like crazy! Richie had troubles collecting all the milk with his glass. He chuckled happily. Time to taste this exquisite White Russian!

The lucky man had plenty of fun milking the bloated tit. He was determined to empty only one side, so he could later find out just how different they would feel. First, he tried to express as much milk as possible just using the rubber bands. Then, he moved on to manual stimulation and finally to good old sucking.

He was occupied for almost an hour until the breast finally dried up. Excited like a kid on christmas eve, he took each of the globes in one of his hands and slowly pressed down. Yes, it definitely felt different. One side was hard and bloated, the other was softer, almost like a cushion. He giggled. So exciting!

Suddenly, the driver honked and yelled, “Only 30 minutes to Ma Kan! The ride will get a bit rough, so please fasten your seatbelts. We will need to open your curtains for security reasons.”

The road to Ma Kan. Richie grinned, time to get his camera out. A uniformed girl approached him, “Mr. Sowee? May I open the curtains for you?”

“Certainly! I can’t wait to see all those boobs fly!” he laughed.

The beautiful girl smiled, “It will be a good show. We have plenty of large ladies today!”

And the show was good indeed. The screams from above were out of this world. And so was the sight. All those luscious pillows flying around, banging against the ceiling, vigorously smacking into each other! Incredible. And the driver gave everything indeed. Richie could see him holding on to one of his own tits to steady himself while accelerating the vehicle further and further.

The bus skidded, jumped and roared, and the girls frantically tried to hold on to something, anything. Most passengers grabbed the tits above them to stabilize themselves as much as possible, and Lily feared for her life as the vehicle raced downhill, metal creaking around her. It was a freaking disaster. And her bladder was about to burst.

But judging from the movements of the other girls, her absurdly stuck tits were a positive this time around. She seemed to have much less trouble than the others to stay in place. There was simply no way for her to skid around, except that the lower part of her body sometimes tried to get away.

The silent, native girl next to her, however, kept banging into her and screamed like a banshee.

Thankfully, the downhill road finally ended, and the drive got more relaxed again.

The entire compartment sighed relieved, idle chatter filled the stuffy air as the girls described to each other in vivid colors how they felt.

“Fuck, that was incredible!” laughed Erin, “I’m so happy I’m still in one piece! I feared my boobs would be ripped off any moment!”

“Yeah, the driver is a real jerk! I just hope the next break is close! It’s getting urgent!”

“Shouldn’t be too long. The break for the guests should be only minutes away, and then it’s us again.”

Lily pounded on the hot floor and yelled, “Please let me out next time, OK? I need to pee!”

Richie grinned. Yes, he should help the girl out. Time for a test. He reached into his suitcase and produced a number of compression bandages. He had fantasized using such bandages on some big, bouncy breasts for quite some time but never gotten around to actually do it. Today was the day, today he would finally try them. And he would even help the girl out by binding her bloated assets as tight as he could!

He rolled off a bit of bandage and pulled it taut. The force he had to apply to stretch the material was significant, and the pullback was so strong that he had trouble keeping the band stretched for long. He was truly satisfied with his choice, the strongest, most powerful type of compression bandage he could find. It had been expensive, but if it held up to his expectations, it would be worth it. Richie reached out to one of the bulging globes and pulled on the hard nipple.

“Time to get you prepared, girl! You want to get out at the next stop, don’t you?”

“Hell yes! Just get me out of those fucking holes, please!” it yelled from above.

He quickly tied a noose into the end of the bandage and pushed it over the bloated melon until it was neatly sitting right at the rim of the hole, where the ballooning breasts stuck out of the ceiling. Then, he grabbed the loose piece of tape and pulled it taut.

Lily whimpered nervously as she felt something squeeze the base of her trapped breast. It felt different. Kind of soft, but also quite relentless. Something was slowly encircling her buzzing appendage and made her feel even more bloated than before.

Richie carefully pulled the strong bandage tight while he proceeded to cover the bloated boob with the elastic material, making it squeeze the trapped flesh into a weird, new form.

Satisfied, he marvelled at his workmanship, caressing the strange object with his rough hands. The previously almost ball-shaped, springy object had been transformed into a more elongated, cylindrical shape, tightly embraced by the dark-blue compression bandage that forced it into this new form.

Only the tip of the girl’s breast was still uncovered, and the small globe of tit-flesh that sat on the blue stem glowed in an angry red. Now, the girl should be able to move at least until the remaining little ball got stuck again. Time to proceed to the other side.

Soon, both of the beautiful breasts were transformed and now resembled an excotic mushroom, sporting a tight, blue stem and a red-hot, globular cap. It looked beautiful.

“Can you get out?” Richie asked the unfortunate owner, who had complained vocally since the very start of the transformation procedure.

Lily groaned, “I sure hope so! What the hell did you do to me?”

She tried to lift her upper body, pushed her hands down like before. And lo and behold, it actually worked! She could pull her breasts up! Even the loops of steel wire were loose now!

Lily was weirded out by the dark-blue material painfully wrapping her treasures, but at the same time she was ecstatic that she finally could get out!

Well, almost. To her dismay, Lily soon faced another stumbling block as she tried to remove her breasts from the holes. She was still stuck! Just that she was now able to pull herself out a few inches. But she couldn’t actually pull herself free!

Richie grinned as he watched the deformed breasts raise up and then get stuck again. The smallish globes on their tips were still a bit too big for the holes, and the girl above him just found out that she wasn’t really done yet.

“Break for guests in 3 minutes. Break for entertainers in about 20 minutes!” the driver yelled. Time for Richie to hit the bathroom.

After relieving himself, Richie joined the small group of guests stretching their limbs.

“A fantastic ride, isn’t it?”

It was one of the women sitting two rows in front of him, “By the way, I’m Linda. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Richie. Yes, a spectacular ride. The service is great! Have you been using this company before?”

“No, it’s my first trip with Jumping Melons. A friend of mine recommended the company so I convinced Betty to try it out together. And I must say it has been a blast so far. The girls we got are absolutely spectacular! So soft and squishy! I’m getting really jealous!”

Linda looked up to the window of the bus, “Are those yours?”

“Yes, yes that’s my seat.”

The woman looked at the strange, blueish objects behind the window and giggled, “Wow, those look weird. What did you do to them?”

“Just helping the girl out,” Richie chuckled, “She is too big for the holes she got, and apparently she needs to go to the bathroom urgently. So she keeps harassing me about helping her to get out.”

“What’s that blue stuff?”

“Compression bandage. It helps thinning her boobs so she can remove them from those holes.”

“But it doesn’t look very comfortable, does it?” Linda giggled, “Do you have some of those bandages left? I would love to try this on my pair.”

“Your pair?”

“The one at my seat. Not my own of course. They are too small anyway. But Betty might be interested. Hey, Betty, you have to see this!”

Her friend, a tall, blonde woman with an almost hour-glass figure approached them, “What’s up?”

“Here, look through the window. Can you see those strange blue mushrooms hanging from the ceiling?”

“Te-he what the hell? Are those yours?”

“Yep,” grinned Richie, “Compression bandages. Great fun to play with.”

Wow, looks spectacular! Wonder how that feels! Poor thing must be screaming her head off! Sorry girls, I think we have to get back inside, the driver is already looking for us.”

When Richie was back in his seat, he heard the above girl pounding against the ceiling.

“Hey, whatever you did, I’m still stuck! Please, please, let me out at the next stop, OK?”

“What do I get in return if I help you?” chuckled Richie while he pinched the almost invisible nipples on the red and raw globes jumping in front of him.

“What? Ermmm…”

Lily wasn’t prepared for that question at all. What could she offer that guy? She didn’t have anything of value, and he already could play with her tits as much as he liked to…. So what was she supposed to do?

“What about…. I’ll let you suck on my tits as long as you want?”

“I can already do that now…”

She felt a sharp sting in her left boob.

“Ouch, what was that?”

“Just a little encouraging slap. So what else?”

“I can…. Fuck, I don’t know! I’m stuck up here, you can only see my tits anyway and you can do whatever you fancy to, so what on earth can I offer?”

“Well… you know, this ride ends at some point…”

“I see, so you want … an encore?”

“That would at least pique my interest.”

“OK then, I’ll let you play with my boobies for another hour or so?”

“Another hour? Come on! What about this: After this trip you’ll convince your lactating friend to apply together for a follow-up job at my place. I’ll offer you a few options and both of you decide which one to take. You can tell her I pay at least what she earns on this trip. And depending on your choices, she might end up earning much more!”

Lily thought about it for a moment, but given that she really had to hit the restroom there wasn’t so much to choose from.

“So if I agree to this you’ll help me out of here, right?”

“Well, there’s one more thing…”

Lily groaned.

“First, once you get out you’ll remove all of that nice tape around your boobs. Those beauties need some break too, understood?”

Lily laughed, “Can’t wait for that!”

“But of course there’s a problem: We need to get you in those holes again. So when you return to the bus, I expect you to bring some surprise with you. Something that helps us to get your boobs through again. Just be creative, OK?”

Of course he was right. The fitting procedure had been such a nightmare! How on earth would she get her melons through those tiny openings again? She had to find some tools or something!

While Lily pondered about the fitting problem, Richie turned his attention to the luscious, dark, milk-laden pair next to her. One of those fat udders was still brimming with milk, and the old man couldn’t wait to play with it. Then it dawned on him. He had to plan carefully! The muesli in the morning would need some milk, too! He idly flicked the clamp that adorned the fat nub and held the white fluid inside. Well, then the other side would need to do!

His strong fingers pulled at the leaky little nub, circled the puffy nipple. He sank his fingers into the warm flesh, squeezed and pulled at the chocolate orb. A tiny rivulet of white fluid leaked from the rubbery tip. Richie giggled, the girl already refilled! How would that other side feel to her owner? She must be in a terrible pain, bursting with milk? Maybe he should relieve her after all. The breakfast was still a few hours away, plenty of time for the owner of those wondrous orbs to stock up again.

“Mr. Sowee?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like your pot of tea now? It’s served in a self-heating teapot so it will stay nice and hot through the night!”

Tea with milk. A perfect combo. He nodded, “Sure! Please affix it to this side. The chocolate one with the bare nipple. Oh, and can you clamp that one shut, too?”

“Certainly Sir. Break for performers will be in a moment. I’ll bring the tea as soon as your breasts are in place again.”

“Very well,” smiled Richie and pulled sharply at one of the bandage-covered mushrooms in front of him, “Heard that, girl? Bathroom break in a moment!” He cupped the taught, red globe at the tip of the blue stem and marvelled at the sheer cuteness of this odd ball. His mouth caressed the little nipple as he mumbled, “Time to get you out of there…”

Lily was so happy! Finally, she would be able to relieve herself! Her whole body fidgeted in anticipation.

“Entertainers, prepare yourselves! We’ll stop in about 2 minutes for a 45 minute dinner break. Make sure to eat and drink plenty. No further stops until morning,” the P.A. crackled, “I’ll open the wire loops around your breasts now! Please be careful as we are still driving.”

Girls groaned with relief as the tight loops relaxed. Lily, too, felt a slight change around her boobs. Now was the time for her to get out of this mess. But what was she supposed to do? Pull herself free? She pushed her hands down as hard as she could. She could see the bright, blue band shimmer in the dark as she pulled her chest upwards, but again the ends of her tits got stuck.

“Help me, please?” she wailed pleadingly.

Richie pushed his fist against one of the titballs that was now squarely sitting in the small hole of the ceiling. He slowly increased the pressure.

“Ow, ow, ow!” the girl complained.

Fuck, this just had to work!

“Please, push harder!” Lily screeched.

Richie pushed harder. But the bloated balls still resisted. Richie shook his head and said, “Your tits are just too fat for this, honey. But I have an idea. Brace yourself!”

Lily really tried to prepare for whatever that guy planned to do, but when the fist from below hit her tit squarely in the center, she almost fainted.

Richie punched the odd balls as hard as he could, his fists landed on the springy surface with audible smacks, causing those bloated globes to slowly retreat through the openings. Lily screamed relieved as finally the first one popped through. She tore at the remaining, stuck balloon with all her might until a nasty blow from below made that one pop out, too.

“Th…thanks! Thanks so much!” groaned Lily, her hands wrapped around the hurting balls as she crawled towards the exit, the other girls staring at her deformed assets in disbelief.

“What the hell did that guy to you?” chuckled Erin as she saw her tightly bound boobs.

“Unbelievable! Boobs can actually look like that?”

“Does it hurt? Can I touch them?”

Even the calm local girl next to her, May, looked at her weird pair with gaping mouth.

“Ouch?” she asked.

“Yes,” groaned Lily, “Ouch! By the way, we need to talk! Will you go out, too?”

May nodded as she slowly pulled herself free.

“Good, let’s chat outside. And Erin, believe it or not, that guy actually tried to help me. I was so stuck in those freaking holes… Anyway, need to run. It’s really urgent!”

And with that, Lily made her way through the squirming, panting crowd until she finally climbed out of the bus and ran towards the restrooms.

Everybody’s eyes were glued to her nearly naked body. Guests and entertainers cheered openly as the only girl without the signature protective shirt made her way to the restrooms. And those weirdly deformed tits towering above her slim body! Everyone wanted to know what’s up with them!

Richie grinned amused as he listened to all kinds of theories on why those boobs looked like odd mushrooms. After a while, when Lily had entered the shabby building, Richie finally lifted the secret by declaring “Compression bandages! Blue compression bandages! I have some spare ones if you want to try it on your pair!”

Thank god! She had made it! Damn, it took forever for her bladder to empty. A few minutes more and she would have exploded for sure!

As soon as the pain in Lily’s groin subsided, other parts of her body demanded attention. Her strangled tits screamed bloody murder, and the small parts that were visible beneath all that blue stuff looked decidedly unhealthy. Time to remove those awfully tight bandages!

Lily left the restroom, fingers searching the blue prison for a way to escape. There, there was the end of the band! Sighing relieved, she slowly unwrapped her tortured boobs and removed the awful bandage from her body.

Immediately, her tender rack went all pins and needles. Lily gasped surprised as fresh blood pumped through her buzzing melons and made them hurt even more. The stressed girl grabbed her giant pair, grimacing in pain as she slowly massaged life back into them. She inspected her breasts carefully.

The sharp edges of those holes had left a visible, red ring around each breast. Her fingers traced the lines. Ouch. Thank god there was no blood! Those holes were way too small and the metal was way too rusty! Suddenly, she remembered the promise she made to her ‘customer’ and the fitting procedure ahead of her. Damn, how much time until the bus departed again? She glanced around. Girls were still chatting in front of the vehicle and Lily had the odd feeling that she was the center of their talks. Everybody seemed to stare at her!

Chapter 4

“Look how big her tits are! Can you believe she managed to squeeze them through those tiny holes at seat 32?”

“Seat 32? That’s the smallest one, right?”

“Yeah, it’s right up here. Next to those larger ones. Look!”

“Ouch! Damn, that girl is dedicated. And she’s without the shirt, too!”

“Yep. Unbelievable. She has to be in terrible pain!”

“Stupid bitch! Deserves her right! She should have paid attention!”

“Maybe it’s her first trip?”

“Wonder how she will ever get into those holes again. Shhh, she’s coming!”

Lily strolled towards the group of girls. Maybe they could help her? Maybe some of them had done the trip before and knew how to make the fitting easier?

“Hey, I really envy you, you know?” she started, “Really should have bought that shirt! Look at those nasty marks the metal rim left on me!”

She showed off her marked melons.

“Cheapskate, hu? Nice rack though. But why did you end up with those small openings? You are way too big for those!”

“Tell me about it! But the truth is, I asked for it.”

“You… what?”

“That girl over there… Erin… She told me that smaller holes are better because you don’t skid around and stuff. So I asked for a smaller one. And got this!”

“No shit? Tough luck, girl! How did you get into those? Must have been a hell of a stretch!”

“Well, guess I have a dedicated customer. The fitters didn’t manage to pull my boobs through completely, so the first few minutes were an utter nightmare. But then that guy helped me out. Still don’t know how he managed it though.”

“Wow. That’s awesome!”

“So any tips on how to get in there again?” Lily asked, massaging her sore twins in earnest.

“With a rack like yours? No idea. Maybe get some lube?”

“Something to pull you through? Some handles you can attach, so your customer has a better grip?”

“Can’t you just reuse that bandage again?”

“I would go to that small shop over there and look if they have something.”

The shop. Lily saw the neon sign flicker in the darkness. Would they have anything of value? And more importantly, would they understand her? If May would come with her to translate…

Lily walked over to the calm girl. May stood there, in her pink shirt, caressing a swollen, clamp-adorned breast. Lily could clearly make out that one of her breasts was bigger than the other.

“Hey May, how are you? Your boobs look painful!”

“Only one…” she smiled, “Other empty!”

Lily patted her shoulder, “So he only milked you on one side?”

The girl nodded.

“What an ass. Hope it doesn’t hurt too much. Aehm… Say, would you do me a favor?” she asked casually.

The beautiful native looked straight into her eyes, then at Lily’s bloated boobs, and said “Small holes for big girl… Ouch!”

“Yes, ouch!” nodded Lily, “You see, I have my own problems. That’s why I need your help. I need lube, handles, anything to help me get in again. Can you join me for a trip to that shop and see if we find anything of help?”

May nodded.

“Great!”

Both girls dashed off to the small, neon-lit building, Lily naked, except her flimsy panties, her large breasts swaying to and fro, May clothed in her pink shirt, her engorged boobs peeking through the sleeved openings, clamps tugging at her dark nipples.

May quickly opened the door of the small, run-down hut and pushed Lily inside. An old, grey-haired man openly goggled at them. He shouted something Lily couldn’t understand.

Maya blushed in an instant and tried to cover her prominent breasts. She laughed nervously and then, with a lot of gesturing, drowned the man with words Lily couldn’t understand a thing and watched curiously as the scene unfolded in front of her. The man pointed to an empty coke can, laughed, shook his head. May nodded with vigor, pointed to Lily, pointed to the bus outside and gestured wildly. Suddenly, the girl turned around and asked Lily, “How much money do you have?”

Lily peeked into her small pouch and replied, “About 10 bucks. Will this be enough? I also need some food and drinks…”

“Only 10 dollars? “ May looked sceptical, “Try to do best, but maybe not enough…” she muttered and started talking to the man again.

Lily let her eyes wander around. What kind of shop was this anyway? She saw a small fridge with some cans of coke, a bucket full of roasted chickens, some rice balls and fruits. But the majority of the shop looked more like a workshop. Some tools suggested that they could sharpen your knives and do some small repairs. There was odd tubing, electrical wire and other stuff lying around.

The elderly owner frowned and yelled, but May didn’t give in. She talked and talked until, finally, the man hustled off into the back of the building. A few moments later, he returned with a large bucket full of what looked like oil, a bunch of empty coke cans and a handful of nylon straps like the ones used to zip up backpacks. He vanished again while May tried to explain his proposal.

“This… only oil he has. But it’s … special… for back pain… Massage… hot oil… I… I can’t explain…”

Lily looked at the canister. It had a green cross on it and the only english words she could make out were ‘therapeutic heat’, ‘24h+’ and ‘back pain’. So this was supposed to make her boobs squishy?

“And what’s the other stuff?”

“Say… opening in bus small like coke… He say use can to make small… with belt… and then ring. Belt too expensive…”

“I… I’m not sure if I understand…”

May grabbed pen and paper and quickly drew some scribbles. Lily could make out her boobs; there was something metallic that got pushed around them; and the belts.

Suddenly she understood. He wanted to cut the cans open and use the metal to squeeze her tits in shape! With the belts! Lily was amazed. So simple, yet so effective! She nodded vigorously, “Good plan, I think it can work!”

May smiled happily. The old man returned and put a handful of large, sturdy brass rings and two rusty, old handles on the counter. The handles looked like those used by standing passengers in busses or trams to prevent falling over. The man grabbed one of the empty cans and put it on top of one of the brass rings, showing that the ring was slightly smaller than the bottom of the can. He looked at May expectantly. The girl smiled and nodded.

The clerk grinned at her, looked at Lily, grinned again and nodded happily. He heaved the heavy bucket on the counter, said something to May and gestured towards Lily.

“Please… boobs in oil… now!” the girl explained. Lily stepped closer, reluctantly bowed in front of the counter, and let her heavy breasts slip into the dark, oily mess.

“It tingles!” was her first thought. The owner suddenly had his hands covered in rubber gloves and started to apply oil to the parts of her chest that were not covered yet. He carefully checked if her whole breast was treated well before he started to talk with May again.

“Remove now, please?” said May and Lily heaved her large assets out of the bucket again. Oil was dripping from her bare melons as she looked at her new friend questionably.

“Please, wait a moment!” the girl said while the owner grabbed an empty coke can and cut it open with a few skillful moves. He removed the top and bottom and cut through the length of the can’s body. Then, he quickly bent the remaining metal sheath open and proceeded with the next can. Once he completed the process with six of them, he grabbed the two handles and motioned Lily to step closer.

The frightened girl presented her oily, tingly breasts and wondered what would happen next. Suddenly, the old man grabbed one of her nipples and painfully twisted it until it was hard as rock. He then took some brass rings, pushed them over the small metal cylinders attached to the handles, and jammed the end of one cylinder onto the hard nub, quickly turning a hidden screw. This closed a pair of serrated toothy clamps inside and locked it tight around her budding nipple. Lily squeaked surprised.

Grinning with joy, the man let the handle go and watched it dangle from Lily’s glistening breast, rings clinking against each other.

The girl nearly doubled over as the pain hit her with a bang. Her tits were on fire! Or so it felt. Like being roasted alive, her large breasts burned as if they would sizzle on a grill. Lily couldn’t put any sense into it. Was it the oil? Was that the ‘therapeutic effect’? If so, she was in deep trouble.

But before Lily could even mention in how much distress she was, the old man simply continued with the other side. Soon, Lily found herself adorned with two very practical, large handles that just waited to be pulled, but the awful heat occupied her so thoroughly that she didn’t even register what was happening around her.

The old man jiggled the rusty metal and laughed. Then, he turned to May and explained what she had to do.

May said, “Please go down… knees… there?” and pointed to a workbench. Lily didn’t react.

The calm girl repeated “Please go down there?” and slapped her breast lightly.

Finally, Lily complied and kneeled down, her red, hot breasts sitting on top of the rough, wooden bench. The owner quickly presented some steel wire which he guided through each handle and fastened them on a hook hanging from the ceiling. Grinning from one ear to the other, he grabbed a dirty, yellow box hanging from a thick cable and pressed a button on it.

A large motor sprang to life and the hook was pulled upwards with might. Lily screamed surprised as her tits were suddenly pulled forward and up, the force of the powerful motor ripping her nipples away from her body. May covered her mouth in fear as she watched mesmerized, while the old man giggled with joy.

Within seconds, Lily’s breasts were transformed into two, long sausages pointing skywards. Lily panted heavily, watching in panic as her breasts got longer and thinner while the workbench in front of her creaked from the pressure of her body.

“Ugh…stop it, please?” she wailed, scared that something might break any moment.

The owner slowly approached her, tested the diameter of her breasts and chuckled as he turned the machine off. He motioned towards May who grabbed the bent metal pieces and put them on the table next to Lily’s horribly deformed twins.

The man then took one of the sheaths and placed it around Lily’s stretched flesh. It almost fitted already, just a bit of squeezing with the belts and it would be perfect! He gestured towards May and asked her to help with the next steps.

Both, May and the owner, took one of the nylon belts and wound it around the half-open body of the can. They quickly pulled the straps tight and made the thin metal sheet squeeze the base of her left breast.The clerk carefully checked if the old coke can was tight enough before they proceeded with the next piece.

Soon, Lily’s breasts were wrapped in metal, the remains of three coke cans covering each side. No part of her breast was spared and the girl’s assets were covered in their entirety. Lily complained vocally about the pain, the heat and everything, but May knew she had a mission to fulfil. And the shop owner enjoyed this unusual job tremendously.

After checking that the metal cylinder was thin enough, the man started to push the solid brass rings over the cans and carefully removed the nylon straps as soon as the rings held everything together. One ring went to the very end, to the base of each breast. Another one covered the middle of the first can on each side. The fifth and sixth ring covered the middle of the second can. And the final two rings made sure the last two cans stayed in place, too.

Now it was time to release the handles. Everything was ready. May glanced at the watch. Only five more minutes until the bus departed. The hook relaxed its pull and descended. Finally! Lily groaned happily as the strain on her tender nipples lessened. Was she done? It sure looked so!

The elderly man carefully checked if the rings indeed held everything in place. He then opened the screws on the handles and removed them from Lily’s hurting, deformed breasts. The shop owner smirked happily as he delivered the final touch — the lids. With quick hands, he pushed the lids over the ends of the contraption so that their rim locked into the end of the cans and sealed the containers off. He then stuck his fingers into the small opening through which usually the drink is poured out and searched for her hard nipples. Once he found them, he pulled the little pebbles through and asked May to hold them in place.

With an evil grin, the old man reached for a pair of clothespins and snapped them shut around the base of each nipple. He laughed heartily and exchanged a few words with May.

“Finish!” the girl declared happily, “Coke-bra!”

Lily smirked. Yes, coke-bra indeed. She looked down at herself, examined the odd device that squeezed her scaldingly hot tits. Well, it looked like everything worked out in the end except that her tits got squeezed like sardines in a tin can!

Lily blinked away the tears, nodded politely towards the old man and asked, “Food, drinks?”

“Yes, yes, 10 dollars please?”

Lily dumped all her money on the counter and received two bananas and two cold cans of coke in exchange.

Lily handed one coke and one of the fruits over to May, “Here, for you!”

“Thank you!”

“Listen, May. One more thing. Our customer wants to hire us after the trip. New job, understand?”

“New job? Same-same?”

“Yes, same-same, but a bit different. 200 bucks, maybe more. OK?”

“OK, OK!” nodded May vigorously, “Good job, good job”

Lily smiled happily. At least that one worked out. She heard the bus honking outside, “We need to go!”

The old man yelled something and pushed the two rusty handles into her face.

“Present!” explained May, “For you!”

Lily looked at him, puzzled, grabbed the two objects and bowed, “Thank you, Mister!”

She didn’t know what to do with them, so she gave them to May who was equally puzzled but accepted the objects.

“Let’s run!”

Both girls ran back to the bus, stuffing the bananas into their faces on the way. Lily’s new bra jumped around so wildly that the panting girl feared she would knock herself out with it. They arrived in front of the bus, panting from the sprint, Lily’s strange metal contraption jiggling around frantically, with still almost full coke cans clutched in their hands.

The grumpy driver laughed amused at the sight and slapped Lily’s weird breasts so hard that the metal clinked together. But at least he allowed them to empty their drinks before he hustled them back into their compartment.

Richie already missed his toys and was happy when he saw something moving above the holes upstairs.

“Hey, big tits! Are you back? Remember our deal?”

“Yes, I’m back!” huffed Lily, squirming in pain as she tried to get into position.

“Here, take my card before we seal the holes again with your juicy balls!” Richie pushed two of his business cards through one of the holes, “One for you, one for the milky beauty. Just call me after the trip and I’ll arrange everything else!”

Lily grabbed the cards, gave one to May and explained, “Next job, OK?”

They stashed the cards in their pouches and got to work on their boob-challenge. The P.A. crackled and one of the lucky passengers gleefully announced, “Time to get fitted, ladies! This time your personal customer will do all the work! Squeeze those melons through! Departing in 10 minutes!”

The room was thick with moaning and groaning as everyone tried to get their tits properly fitted again. Lily lowered her coke cans carefully onto the openings. They fitted perfectly! The lids already passed through when she heard the man below her joking, “Can’t remember that I ordered coke! What the hell did you do, girl?”

Lily smirked, “Being creative! Just as you said, Mister.”

“Mister?” shouted May in her mother tongue, “A present for you! Please use these to pull my breasts through?” She dumped the two handles through a hole and then pushed her ripe melons against the openings.

Richie caught the two rusty objects surprised, wondering what the hell he should use them for.

“There are screws inside the clamps to fasten them on my nipples!” the lactating lady explained. Richie finally understood. The handles sported a clamping mechanism at one end, making them perfect for attaching them to some small, stubby objects. He smiled and searched for his trusty screwdriver.

Meanwhile, Lily pushed her canned breasts further down into the openings. She was ecstatic that everything worked out so well! Until when suddenly progress was halted and the first pair of rings got jammed against the rim of the metal floor.

Richie cheered for her from below, encouraged her to push harder while he affixed the handles to May’s leaking pair.

“Come on, girl! You can make it! Push!”

So Lily pushed. And it worked. But instead of forcing the brass ring through, she merely pushed it back towards the base of her breast. Soon, the first can had passed through the tight opening and the second can was about to follow, when suddenly the front part disintegrated.

Without the ring holding everything together, the tightly packed tit forced the thin metal apart and bloomed from within the tin cage. Lids hung from the clamp-adorned nipples while the bodies of two cans rattled down and the trapped tits rapidly expanded into two pink balls.

“Here we go again,” laughed Richie, “I know those two squishy things!”

Lily sighed relieved as her body was able to claim back some space and pushed harder. Soon, more metal rattled down, and more of her warm breast flesh expanded into sight. Richie, giggling happily, opened the clamps and removed the two lids.

The only metal left were the two final cans on each side which now blossomed into some strange metal flower with a huge, bulbous pink pistil. Richie grabbed the remaining metal sheaths that seemed to be stuck and yanked them away with force, making her two bulging melons completely can-free.

“Aieee!”

“Wow, nice trick, sweety! Are those through yet?” he grabbed the two fat balls and pulled them down hard.

“Ouch… no…the… rings?!”

“The rings? Which rings?”

Chapter 5

“Rings… around… base… too big!” it panted from above. Richie examined the jiggling balls with interest. Most of them seemed to be on his side of the metal wall. Enough for now at least! He grabbed the two handles hanging from his other pair and pulled down with might. The girl above screamed surprised when her chocolate-colored tits suddenly popped through. Easy!

Richie marvelled at the two incredible pairs dangling above. What fascinating objects of desire! His hands kneaded the taut flesh, pinched the springy skin of the different globes. Suddenly, he spotted something peculiar. At the front side of each ceiling hole, there seemed to be a small screw that held a tiny metal plate in place. What was this for?

He grabbed his trusty screwdriver and got to work on one of Lily’s openings. As soon as he loosened the screw, he could move the tiny plate to the side, revealing a small, additional, oblong hole right next to the bigger ones. And he could see metal sparkling behind it!

Were those the rings? And what were those additional holes for? They just seemed to make the bigger ones a tiny bit larger. Maybe they were used for servicing the ratchet mechanism? Or the holes were not perfectly round because of the way they were cut into the metal, and the plate just hid it? Anyway, maybe he could use that to get those rings through!

“Girl! Can you tilt your left tit a bit? I think that ring should pass through now!”

Something moved above. The large breasts swayed and jiggled as the owner repositioned herself. There it was, silver metal!

“That’s great!” Richie shouted, “A bit more to the left! Yes, that’s it!”

He swiftly grabbed the tit and, with a quick yank, popped the ring through.

“Wow, nice one!”

“There… there are more!” it panted above, “Four on each!”

“Understood! I’ll get them through. Now that I know how, this should be easy!”

And indeed it was. He just needed to tilt the bound tit the right way until the next silver ring appeared and guide it through. Click, click, click.

Finally, four rings were sitting right at the opening and the only thing left to do on this side was to push the small lid back in place and tighten the screw, which Richie did.

“Ready for the other one?” he asked and the girl groaned, “Definitely. Awkwardly imbalanced up here. Lying on those rings hurts!”

Richie unscrewed the second lid and popped the rings through like a pro. Finally, everything was in place! He tightened the screw again and leaned back, marvelling at the tight brass rings that forced those jiggling melons into their odd shape.

“Nice jewelry you have there! How will you get them off again?”

“No fucking clue! But at least it worked, right?”

“Indeed! And I have to agree, you are quite a creative one. Now, back to work!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the P.A. crackled, “I hope the fitting was successful. We will engage the security lock now!”

The driver pushed the levers. Screams of frustration filled the bus as loops of steel wire closed around the trapped assets and secured them in place.

“Stop complaining, girls! You should be used to that feeling by now. And it’s only for your best! Some information regarding this trip: We are about halfway through, which means we have roughly 7 hours ahead of us. Night refreshments will soon be served, right after we managed our descent to Tat Mak. Meanwhile, some of our valued guests, Ms Betty Bright and Ms Linda Lickey, have suggested some activity to keep you entertained for the next hour. Breakfast will be served about 2 hours before we reach our final destination. Enjoy the ride!”

Hank, who loved to step in as announcer, handed the mic over to Betty, who was standing next to the driver’s seat, grabbing one of the fat, white, dangling tits to stabilize herself.

Alice screamed in pain. Her ride had been reasonably calm so far, interrupted by short bursts ‘attention’ by that driver-jerk. Whenever that guy felt like it, he smacked her sore boobs so hard she thought they would fly out of the window! But he had to drive, too, so the time he could donate to his favorite hobby had been pretty limited. Except for the breaks. The breaks had been awful! That jerk had insisted every time that she returns within two minutes, which was barely enough to relieve herself, just so he had something to play with while he waited for the rest.

“My dear fellow passengers,” said Betty, her fingers digging deeply in Alice’s white breast, “I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I do! Let’s start off with a bit of late night exercise for both you and your hidden companion! Just follow my lead and repeat after me!”

The smiling woman tried to steady herself, raised her arms and started slapping the dangling, white breasts above from the side. It almost looked like she did jumping jacks, sans the jumping though. The large objects smacked together repeatedly and a faint slapping sound emanated from them. Alice cringed and cursed as she felt her bosom flying around. What the hell was going on down there?

The other passengers looked with interest and tried to replicate what they were seeing. Soon, with lots of laughing and joking, everybody raised their hands and slapped them against the sides of ‘their’ personal pair. The surprised girls squeaked and yelled as suddenly everyone except a lucky few got treated at the same time.

“Please try to stay in sync!” Betty shouted, “One, two, three! One to three! Like that!”

The slapping got more pronounced as everybody tried to time their actions, and soon it sounded like an audience clapping politely during some show.

“Great, this is great! OK everybody, leave your pair alone for a moment and watch me doing the next exercise. Does anybody of you know soccer?”

A few people raised their hands.

“Great, so you know they sometimes do what they call a header? Hitting the ball with their heads? Let’s try to do this with our ‘balls’ now! And remember, use of hands is strictly prohibited for this one!”

Betty started to jerk her head forward and up, trying to hit the white, blushing tits with her forehead “Like that! And be careful to not strain your neck!”

The bus filled with giggles as people tried to hit large breasts with their heads.

After lots of groaning and laughing, Betty announced, “Now let’s get some advice on how to stimulate those fantastic orbs from a true expert. My friend Linda is the happy owner of a rather nice pair of boobs. Not as nice and large as the ones made available in this bus, but nice nonetheless. Linda, can you tell us some of your secrets? How are we supposed to treat those wonders of nature? What can we do to excite their lucky owners?”

Linda raised from her seat, grabbing some free breasts to steady herself. She smirked, “Good question. I sure have some nice little tricks up my sleeve. How do you want me to demonstrate them? Just with those boobs from heaven, or maybe with my very own pair?”

“Your own! Your own!” chanted the bus. Linda giggled happily as she slipped out of her tight shirt and bra. Her breasts were indeed a delicious set. She proudly presented the jiggling D-sized pair and said, “I will now show you how to make those little nipples hard as rock. Just watch and try to do the same with those fat knockers hanging in your face!”

She grabbed one of her nipples with her fingers while still holding on one of the tits from the ceiling to not fall over. “Pinch the little sucker at its base as hard as you can, then twist it first to the right and then to the left. Try to twist it as far as possible, but at least 90 degrees. Like this…”

She grimaced as she demonstrated the move.

“Hurts like a bitch but it always works. See how hard that little poker got? Now try it out yourself.”

Lily felt something grab her sensitive nipples. Her entire breast seemed to be on fire since the time she had dunked them into that oil. And it only got worse. She could barely stand the horrible heat inflaming her sensitive skin and wished the guy below would do something to cool them down. It had been such a bad idea to use that oil!

The slapping a few minutes ago had actually helped a bit to numb her twins even though it also seemed to make them even more sensitive. But now, they just seemed to glow and burn. And something was twisting at her tips, hard! She whimpered, trying to catch a glimpse of the girls around her.

Erin complained, “Ouch, that sucker is really trying to prove something! Does your guy also twist your nips like mad?”

“Y-yes. Feels like they are hard as rock right now.”

“Mine too! And I’m so sensitive there!”

“Good work everybody. Let’s reward our beauties and give them a good suck!”

Linda grabbed her tit and yanked it up so far that her hard nipple was in reach of her lips. Her teeth closed around the little poker and she started to suck in earnest. “Suck on them like that!”, the pumped woman mumbled and let her breast escape again. Giggling enthusiastically, she encouraged her audience, “Go ahead, give them the suck of their life!”

Hungry mouths engulfed the hard nipples and munched on the warm flesh.

“Oooohhh.. that feels much better,” groaned Erin as a warm wet mouth attacked her breast, “Can’t he just keep doing that?”

Lily appreciated the feeling, too, and moaned happily. Finally something that she could enjoy! She glanced over to May who seemed to sleep. How could she sleep when somebody was doing that to her?

“May, May!” she whispered, “Do they suck on you, too?”

The girl opened her eyes. “No, no touch… Pause?” she smiled, “Can rest!”

What? The girl was not being fondled? Lily would be so happy to get a break, too!

In fact, only three of the girls were spared of the exercises: May, as Richie was busy with Lily’s pair, Noe, the personal entertainer of Betty, and Helen, the owner of the fun pillows at Linda’s seat.

“Alright, enough of the sucking. Now, let’s get those boobs all nice and tingly. Put your hands on the sides and tickle them a bit. Like that. Move your fingers around and tickle! If you do it right, you can hear their owner laugh! Try it! Try to make them scream!”

“Oh shit, this feels …he-he, hihihi, oh fuck, he tickles me!” screamed Erin, “Gnnnn…ooooooh…”

The girls started squirming and cursing as their sensitive breasts were attacked by quick fingers tickling their tender skins. The damp compartment was filled by squeaky screams and bright laughter, and many of the stuck women tried desperately to get away from those tormenting hands.

Gus smiled happily, listening to all the screaming and yelling. What a nice entertainment show. And how much better it would get in a moment, when the descent to Tat Mak started! He looked up to Betty and said,

“Can you give me the mic, please?”

Betty nodded and asked Linda to hand it over. As she turned her head, she glanced out of the window. Betty’s heart skipped a beat. The road seemed to end and turn into an abyss of mud and stone. She gulped.

Gus stopped the bus for a moment and announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to enter the road to Tat Mak. This part of the trip will be very shaky and I advice everybody to get seated and hold onto those fleshy handles above.”

Without further ado, the bus accelerated again. Betty and Linda rushed back to their seats and prepared for the descent.

The ‘road’ Gus took was actually a dried-up riverbed that ran down the slopes of a mountain. It was a muddy, rocky nightmare that no sane driver would ever take. But it was also an excellent way to demonstrate his driving skills, and Gus prided himself that he always made it down safe.

He really liked to show off, and today he even got paid to take this route! Laughing like a maniac he sped up and raced towards the end of the road.

The nose of the bus dipped over the rim, the old metal creaked, everybody on board screamed in fear. And then, the bus jumped into the river bed. Gus steered the vehicle like a pro, avoided the large rocks, skidded through nasty turns and avoided potholes the size of cars while the girls upstairs held on for dear life. Many of them had troubles staying in place, their feet getting loose and their bodies turning left and right as the vehicle shook and crumbled. Only their securely fastened breasts held them in position and kept them from crashing into each other.

Down in the main cabin the passengers had a very similar problem. With no seatbelts or similar equipment available, all they could do was to grab the fleshy airbags from above and hang on them as good as possible. The whole bus screamed and yelled as Gus was crashing down the riverbed, the breasts of the girls being the only thing protecting everyone from damages.

Lily couldn’t believe just how bad her tits hurt. Her heart raced as she tried to steady herself somehow and all the screaming and yelling made it difficult to concentrate. How the hell was she supposed to survive this trip? At least those tiny holes were a clear plus now! There was no way she would slip out of them by accident!

Richie had one hand on a handle dangling from a dark tit and the other one on a bloated white one. He loved this trip so much! And those handles proved to be quite practical right now! He looked at the tip of the black breast where the clamps bit into the delicious flesh. Milk was seeping from there, dripping slowly on the ground. What a waste!

The entire bus sighed relieved when the riverbed finally changed back to an actual road.

“Can’t believe we made it through this mess without injuries!” laughed Betty, still clawing at the boobs above.

Happy giggles spread through the main cabin as the passengers realized that everybody was fine, and the girls upstairs groaned relieved as the strain on their trapped breasts lessened and the skidding around finally stopped.

“Whew, we made it!” laughed Erin, “What a horror trip!”

Lily groaned, happy that she survived. Yes indeed, they had made it in one piece.

“Relax everyone, we are now passing Tat Mak and the worst part is over. We will soon lower the shades and serve nighttime refreshments to those who ordered. Have a good rest and don’t forget to play with those boobies!”

Betty raised from her seat and grabbed the mic, “I’m sure you are just as glad as myself that we survived this hellish trip. Please check those poor breasts above for damages. They all look red and raw and probably hurt a lot. I can still see finger marks on many of them. So be kind to them, cuddle them a bit and show them your appreciation. Enjoy your night time break. I will be back with some morning exercise on sunrise.”

Richie grinned. Betty was such a great entertainer! He had an idea. Carefully he raised from his seat and walked to the front, grabbing one breast after the other for stabilization.

“Can I get the mic, Betty?”

“Sure!”

“Hi everyone. Just wanted to let you know that I’ll have some tea and milk at the back of the bus. So if you fancy a warm drink or need some of that white stuff, just drop by. It should be enough for everyone.”

“Thanks for the kind offer, Richie!” smiled Betty as both returned to their seat.

“May I serve you the nighttime refreshments Mr Sowee?” the beautiful girl in uniform asked him just as he got seated again.

“Certainly. Can you put the tea on one of those dark breasts? I think it would be quite practical to have the milk readily available.”

“Sure. On the full or the empty side?”

“The empty one, please. That should still be enough for an occasional squirt and I need free access to the full side. Let me remove those handles first”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Gus searched for his screwdriver and released the handles from May’s breasts. He quickly closed a clamp over each nipple before the milk could escape and admired the sheer productivity of those fantastic food sources.

The young girl was back shortly, fastening a silver pot full of bubbling hot water on one of May’s chocolate-colored breasts. Richie had to actually get out of his seat so she had good access to it. She then handed him a bottle of Mekong whisky and said, “Your night refreshments as ordered. Please be careful with the pot, it’s very hot. The burner is inbuilt. Let me know if you need more water. Here is your cup.”

“Thank you.”

The scaldingly hot pot had a small valve at the bottom to get the tea out. Richie carefully positioned the cup and opened the valve. The delicious fluid shot out and filled his cup.

“Now some milk with it,” he laughed and positioned it under the engorged, taut breast. He released the clamp for a moment and watched milk stream into his cup. Then, Richie carefully took a sip and smiled. What a fantastic way to enjoy some tea.

May squirmed above. Her breast felt very strange. Something heavy was pulling at her and it felt so hot! Sweat was running down her cheeks. Hopefully this would stop soon!

Richie leaned back and relaxed. He poured a bit of Mekong in another glass and enjoyed his drinks. Soon, the shades were closed and the bus calmed down. Nighttime.

The night was uneventful. But Richie did get some visitors who asked for tea with milk. He happily demonstrated the setup, let them harvest their own milk, and explained laughingly how much he enjoyed the service of this company.

Some people started asking him questions about the compression bandages, about the strange, ring-adorned breasts above him, and just how he managed to get those fat balls through these damn small holes. Richie explained them every detail, showed them some of his bandages and pressed them to try it on their own pair, too. He giggled like a teen as he explained the dedication of his girl, how she managed to turn up with ‘canned breasts’, and how she managed to get herself into those rings all the while offering free whisky and milk to everyone who asked.

Finally, he allowed himself to sleep a bit, dreaming about all those jiggling and jumping melons hanging from the ceiling.

Chapter 6

“Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen,” Betty cheered as soon as the first rays of sunlight graced the shades of the bus, “I hope you all had a relaxing few hours! Maybe even our entertainers in the upper deck had some time to doze off, who knows? Time to stretch those muscles a bit. Rub that sleep off your eyes and get ready to play with those knockers! Grab your pair from each side and mash them together like this!”

Betty loved to entertain her fellow passengers. And the driver seemed to be fine with her taking over some of the announcer work, too. Gus smiled at her encouragingly as she got ready for the demonstration. She got hold of the white boobs dangling above the man to show everybody how to push those breasts together.

“Yes, just like that!” she encouraged the passengers, “Push them together hard! And now, slap those tips every so lightly. Like this!” she let her fingers clap against the hardening tips, “Repeat until those things are hard as rock. Need to wake up those girls, too!”

Everybody got busy with their personal pair and tried to get the nipples hard.

“Fantastic. Next, we’ll gently slap the insides of those boobs until they sport this delicious shade of pink. Like this….” she landed the inside of her hand repeatedly on the soft flesh, “See how they blush?”

Alice groaned annoyed. What a way to wake up! She felt the stinging slaps on her dangling tits and cursed furiously. Driver’s seat wasn’t such a good choice after all. But all the others seemed to be in a very similar situation considering all the groaning and moaning behind her.

“Now lightly bite into those hard tips and let your teeth play with them. Make those little pokers fear your dangerous bites!”

The girls whimpered as sharp teeth sank into their breasts.

“No, no, be careful! Don’t bite them off, please? Alright, now take those nubs and pull them down. Be gentle but firm. Pull!”

“Ouch, dammit!” cursed Erin, “Does this ever stop? My boobs are red and raw already!”

Lily moaned out loud as suddenly something bit into her bloated, swollen orbs. Those rings didn’t help either. The rigid metal made her breasts only more sensitive! They felt like taut balloons ready to pop!

“Alright, that’s it for now. Do you feel how relaxed your muscles are? Great way to start the day, isn’t it? Let’s give those girls a bit of rest. Of course, you can keep massaging them if you so wish, just don’t overdo it. Those boobs are very sensitive!”

The driver grabbed the microphone and announced “Breakfast will be served shortly. Enjoy your meal!”

“Mr Sowee? May I bring your muesli and coffee?”

The young girl again. Richie nodded, brushing sleep from his eyes, “Certainly. A nice hot coffee is just what I need.”

“Which pair do you want to use?”

“Let’s stick to those chocolate ones. You can remove that teapot, too.”

“Sure.”

The girl removed the pot and tidied his place efficiently. Then, she returned with another steaming hot pot full of coffee and a large bowl of muesli which she both attached to the bloated, chocolate-colored breasts of May.

“Enjoy your breakfast, Sir!” she cheered as she vanished again.

Richie looked at the bowl full of dry muesli flakes. He would need plenty of milk to fill it. Smiling eagerly, he removed the clam from the taut breast above and started to knead the hard ball of flesh. White milk trickled down freely as the old man milked his personal breast for breakfast. What a joy.

May gasped happily as the pressure finally lessened. She had feared that her full breast would never be allowed to empty again, but now this kind man had taken action! She enjoyed the let-down as her body provided the sweet milk.

Richie watched his bowl slowly fill up. He really enjoyed tasting this promising meal. But first some coffee. He filled his cup, held it right below the other tit above the pot, opened the second clamp and expressed some milk from the little nipple. The eager man watched mesmerized as milk dribbled from both teats to provide him with food.

Meanwhile, Betty and Linda talked about how beautiful their assigned pairs were.

“Can’t believe this. They are flawless! Look, if I pull them down there is no sign of stretch marks or anything!”

“They’re probably 20 years or younger. I would kill for a set like that. Come on, let’s compare. Look at my tits. If I pull like that….OUCH…. see? My skin is far from THAT level of beauty. Getting old sucks! Big time!”

“Let’s see if I can pull them so hard that we see some marks!” Betty giggled and grabbed the beautiful breasts with force.

“Nope! Still nice and shiny!”

“Oh come on, that’s not fair!”

“I’m already sad the trip is over soon…”

“I hear you. Best investment ever. We should do this again, soon!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen. We will do one last bathroom break before we arrive at our destination. Guest break in about 10 minutes, performers in about 25 minutes.”

Richie idly played with the bloated red balls above and wondered how this girl would ever get out of those holes again. His fingers brushed over the constricting metal rings and explored the odd shape her breast was forced into. Fascinating, truly fascinating. He pinched the small nipple, tickled the taut skin and mused about how the girl must feel.

Lily had very similar thoughts. She was happy that the trip was almost over and that she was still in one piece. The tickling on her buzzing boobs was kind of nice, and the strange heating sensation had finally subsided. She thought about the experience so far, thought about the mess she brought herself into. 200 bucks for getting her tits mauled and squeezed. True, it was mostly her own fault for being so cheap, but still…

Would she do it again? With bigger holes and that protective shirt? She wasn’t sure. 200 bucks were an awful lot of money, and she just had to lie in that damp compartment to earn it, letting some weirdo play with her hooters…

“Hey, May! Was this your first trip?”

“Hmm?”

“Was this your first trip with this bus?”

“Not first trip. Many trip. Good job!” the native girl smiled, “I do again!”

Lily turned around to Erin. “Hey Erin, is this your first trip?”

“You mean if I did this before? I thought I told you already. It’s my third. But this one was the worst so far. It pays more than the previous ones, too, but that road to Tat Mak? I mean, seriously? Glad my boobs are still where they belong!”

“Third trip… damn. So would you do it again?”

“For 200 bucks? Hell yes! I just wish they would stick to real roads!”

Lily pondered. How would she decide, would she do it again?

The bus slowed down and came to a halt.

“Break for guests. Please be back in 10 minutes!”

Finally some break from all that fondling. She remembered the job offer from her ‘customer’. What would he ask her to do? Certainly something related to her tits, but what? He seemed to enjoy her pair a lot, and it seemed like she really surprised him with those coke cans…”

Richie returned from the rest room and saw the two women laughing in front of the bus. “Ladies?”

“Hey Mister! So, how did you like this trip?”

“Spectacular. My girl was absolutely incredible! Her breasts are a true work of art, and her determination… I’ll have to ask Gus to trick some more girls into taking too small holes again. That was a really nice touch!”

“Hehe, good idea. So how is she doing? Heard anything from upstairs?”

“Not really. She was pretty calm in the past hours. Just a bit of moaning and whimpering. And her tits look a bit puffy and swollen. Wonder how she will ever get out of those rings again!”

“Those bandages… That was a great idea, too! I’ll have to buy some of those and try them myself!”

“They’re good fun!” Richie laughed, “I’m just sad the trip is almost over. Time to play a bit more with those hooters!”

“Yeah, will miss my stress relievers!” smiled Linda, “I got really used to those.”

“Looks like the driver wants to depart again. Let’s get inside.”

Richie marvelled at the four dancing breasts, watched them jump and jiggle. This was dream material. He just had to convince those girls to start working for him.

“Hey girl, do you need to get out?” he asked, lightly slapping the constricted breasts.

“Ugh… I would like to, but I’m so stuck! Can you help me to get out of this mess?”

Richie chuckled, “I think it’s easier if you just stay where you are. We’re almost at our destination anyway. No clue why the driver wants to stop again, probably knows the shop owner or something.”

Lily squirmed as she tried to pull her tits out. No fucking way. It was simply not possible to get out of there again!

The bus slowed down again. “Break for performers. Please hurry up. Back in 10 minutes!”

The driver released the locking mechanism. Girls around her huffed and puffed as they pulled their sleeve-protected tits free and crawled outside.

“I’m so happy this is almost over!” groaned Erin as she inspected her bruised breasts, “My boobs are demanding an extensive break!”

A small, thin woman with bright blue eyes and huge breasts nodded emphatically, “This time it’s really a stretch.”

Alice joined them, rubbing her pearly white breasts, and groaned, “If you ever consider the driver’s seat, think again! That guy is an ass! Look at my tits! He mauled them endlessly!”

“I think it wasn’t only the driver,” Erin smirked, “They used your pair for demonstration purposes! Those two women… I think they ran some entertainment program or something.”

“Really? I was puzzled about all that slapping and tweaking, but I really didn’t get what the fuck was going on. By the way, how is that girl next to you doing?”

“Lily? The one with no shirt and too small holes?”

“Yeah, that one. She looked miserable with those bandages…”

“Well, I think she had a hell of a trip. And she’s still stuck. Got some rings around her boobs. Weird stuff. But she’s doing fine! I think her customer is really special.”

“What do you mean?”

“I had the feeling he never stopped playing with her tits. Mine got tired at some point and I could sleep a bit. But hers? Not so much.”

“That’s the worst. If you get one that never stops!”

The bus honked.

“Time to get back girls. Only a few more minutes to go!”

Once everybody was properly fitted again, the bus jumped on the road. Gus watched the breasts sway and bounce through his back mirror and wondered when the next trip would be scheduled. It was always difficult to find the right girls. This one had been quite special. So many great tits, so many dedicated girls! He reached up and slapped his personal pair once more. Oh how he would miss those!

The bus drove along, its passengers kneading and squeezing the dangling darlings. Everybody was sad that the trip was coming to an end.

Finally, the vehicle turned right and entered the small parking lot of the bus company.

“We have arrived at the Lost Temples. Please take all your belongings with you. We hope you enjoyed the drive!”

That was it. The trip was over. Richie sighed, touched his two pairs one last time and said, “Bye bye, girls, and don’t forget my offer! I would really like to see those tits again!”

“Sure,” replied Lily, happy that she was finally done, “We’ll call you!”

He packed up, made sure he got all his tools and stuff, and left the bus.

“Great job, Gus. Thanks for the ride! Looking forward to the next one!”

“Always a pleasure, Mr Sowee!” Gus smiled.

“By the way, one of the girls is terribly stuck. I think you’ll need some heavy tools to get her out again!”

“The cheapskate? The one without a shirt?”

“Yes, that one. But be gentle. She’s really great and I want to meet her again!”

“Certainly Sir. The fitters will take care of it.”

And with that Richie left.

Gus climbed into the bus again and started the engine. Time to drive the vehicle into the garage and let the girls out.

Soon, the driver released the locking mechanism and all the young women climbed out of the bus, clutching their sore breasts and chatting idly. All the girls except one.

“Hey, you!” Gus called one of the workers, “Get that girl out please. She’s stuck! But be gentle, OK?”

“Alright!” the fitter responded, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He called his mate and the two went inside. When they saw the lone pair of tits in the back they laughed, “Fuck, what did this girl do? Look at the shape!”

The fitters touched the bloated balls and examined the rings.

“She’s trapped! Look, she can’t get out! They’re way too fat!”

“We have to cut the metal open and redo the holes. What a waste! How did this bitch do this?”

Lily was frantic. She had to get out! Hopefully those guys didn’t hurt her! She felt them grope and tease her bound tits, heard them joke and laugh. Then, there was cold steel, a tool of sort. She heard groaning, heard the metal below squeaking. The rims of the small openings bit into her tender, thinned breast-bases and scraped over her sensitive skin.

“Be careful, suckers!” she screamed, pounding against the floor.

Suddenly, the metal split beneath her, and slowly the holes were forced open. Lily heaved her taut breasts out and creaked “Thank you!”

For the first time since hours, she saw her breasts with her own eyes again! Her trembling fingers traced around the small brass rings that still adorned her body. Seeing just how strange her breasts looked with this odd jewelry made her cry. How would she ever get out of those?

The girl’s hands closed around her balloons and gently massaged those tender, disfigured parts of her body. She winced in pain. At least, her breasts didn’t look too unhealthy. Just a shade of pink and an odd, hard shape.Looking around the stuffy, empty cabin, she decided it was time to go.

Lily hurried out of the bus, clutching her hurting hooters and just wanted to leave for good.

“Miss? Clothes?” a uniformed girl shouted. Right, her stuff. She turned around. Her weird boobs bouncing freely.

“You OK, Miss?” the girl asked smiling, “Lily? You… breasts… funny!!”

Lily nodded, “Tell me about it!”, blinking a tear away..

“This from other girl, May!” She handed her a small sheet of paper. It just said, “Thank you for new job! Meet next week?”

So she wanted to take the offer. Lily’s heart raced as she jumped into her old, smelly clothes. She tried to put the bra on, squeezing her ring-adorned tits into the tight piece of clothing. Fuck, that hurt! And how it looked! Like pumped-up silicone tits gone wrong! And how her nipples poked through that dirty shirt! She for sure looked absolutely hilarious! First, she needed to buy some new stuff. And then she had to get rid of those god-awful rings!

At some point she also had to decide on that job offer, of course. How good would the guy pay? And what would he ask her to do? The 200 bucks she got for this job was a lot, but was it enough for the rest of her holiday? Probably not. And if that new job didn’t work out, would she do the trip again for another 200? Would she take this same bus back? As an entertainer?

Somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, Lily knew that the answer was a resounding ‘yes’. But she wasn’t ready to accept that just yet. First, she had some stuff to do. And she wanted to visit those lost temples. Hopefully, her breasts would be back to normal in a few days. Hopefully, she would get those rings off somehow.