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As soon as the dean waltzed away, Sue jumped to the column and yanked the handles upwards. She whispered, "Hey, Ann, are you OK? This… woman…"

"I… I heard every word, Sue," hushed Ann, "Fuck, my tits felt like they would pop any minute! Thanks for releasing those handles. What a stupid, stupid idea. I should have seen that coming! I should have used a safer mechanism to fix those foam boobs into the holes. But now it's too late for that. Fuck it. You can't imagine the pain when these things clamp down on your tits. Fucking unbelievable!"

Sue giggled, "You sound like you're fine though, otherwise you wouldn't be bitching like that. I'll keep an eye on the handles from now on. Hope none of the visitors messes with them!"

"Thanks Sue, you're a real lifesaver!"

Kendra watched the two women with interest. She had been lucky to get one of those rare visitor tickets for the professional day, only a few students ever got those. It was so much more fun to look at the art without so many people around. She had planned to visit every booth and interview the artists for her little project, but when she saw that column again, her plans took quite a turn.

That column. She remembered that thing only too well. Kendra pretended to examine some artwork just opposite of the booth, but in reality she had been keeping an eye on what happened over there for quite some time.

Back at the dean's office, Kendra had been told that this column was some spectacular artwork of a highly skilled fellow student. Artificial tits! She still couldn't believe that the artist got away with this blatant use of a pair of fat plastic udders to attract attention. And then her boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend, sucked on them like a sick freak! And when she finally landed a hit on those stupid plastic pillows she got told off for it!

But something was wrong with that silly piece of artwork. Why was this girl always around, moving those handles up whenever somebody pushed them down? It looked like it was really important to her. Was that girl the artist? Her idiot fellow student that made her boyfriend suck on plastic tits? She had to find out more.

Sue saw some visitors approaching. It had been rather quiet since the dean and that reporter had left, and she already doubted that setting up the booth was worth the effort.

A group of people looked at Ann's work with interest, poked into the taut breasts on display and discussed emphatically just how life-like they felt. Sue smiled. She could only imagine what Ann went through whenever someone touched her tits.

"Is this your work?"

"No, I'm just taking care of it. The artist is busy with something else, but she may be around tomorrow. My work is this video running in the background."

"'The Hatching'.... catchy name. And well-made, too! Are those breasts the real thing or fake like those on that column?"

"They're the real thing. The model went through quite some effort during production!" Sue grinned.

The guest chuckled, "Would have loved to see that. The end result is pretty spectacular though. Is it up for sale?"

"The video?" Sue never thought about selling her work. How much should she charge for a copy?

"No, the column. I would love to put that into my garden…"

"Sorry, no, it's not for sale!" replied the disappointed Sue.

"Is there any other artwork from you or the other artist?"

"No, this is all we got right now."

"Understand. I think you guys should continue this good work. It's really inspiring. Never seen something like that!"


"Here's my card in case your fellow artist decides she wants to sell her piece after all."


And that was only the start. More visitors came and went and Sue had to explain their work to many of them. She laughed, smiled, made things up, and collected one card after the other while Ann's sensitive breasts got examined, poked, squeezed and marvelled at. Sue was exhausted.

Once the booth was empty again she whispered, "Hey, sweetie! Hope you are doing well in there!"

"It's… it's fucking incredible! All those curious hands! You can't believe how this feels! I'm on cloud nine!"

"Good, good… Listen Ann, I really need some coffee now. And a bio break is in order, too. I'll be back in a few moments, OK?"

Ann was concerned. Without anyone paying attention outside, wouldn't she be in danger?

"I… i don't know, Sue," she hushed, "What if some freak comes along?"

"What freak? This is an art exhibition, there are tons of people around! And everybody things your tits are made of plastic anyway! What on earth are you afraid of?"

"I… well…"

"It will be only a few minutes. And I really have to hit the bathroom. Please, Ann…"

"S..sure. But be quick, OK?"

"Of course, sweetie."

Ann heard Sue leaving the booth. The sound of people talking far away was all she could hear. Her body was on high alert. What if somebody would visit her now, while Sue was away?

Kendra saw the artist leaving. That was her chance to take a closer look! She headed over to the column to start her investigation. The girl strolled over to the peculiar column and put her hand on one of the strange globes. Time to have a thorough look at those things!

Kendra had to admit that those breasts indeed felt like the real thing. They were so squishy and springy, so close to the original that she could almost make out the heartbeat. Did those fleshy balls just get goose bumps? Kendra examined the blushed, bulging balls. That was just not possible, was it? Her fingers closed around one of the little buds. She sharply twisted the little nipple and watched closely. It got hard! the little sucker got hard! And did she just hear somebody gasping?

Kendra pondered what all that could mean. Then it hit her like a sledgehammer. Of course! There was a real woman inside! These were real breasts! That was the only way this could work! This artist was a fraud!

She grabbed one of the warm globes with might, closed her fingers as hard as she could, and whispered to the column, "I know your secret, bitch! And I will make your life miserable, promise!"

Ann bit her tongue in an effort to not scream from the pain. Her tit was on fire! That girl's fingers were a fucking vice! And she knew it! She knew that Ann was inside! Ann panicked. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Where was Sue? She really needed her right now!

"So what do you want me to do now?" teased Kendra, "Should I chew off your nipples?" she twisted the little buds hard, "Or maybe bite into those glorious globes?" her fingers sank into the taut balls, "Or maybe just make them blush a bit more?" her flat hand crashed into one of the breasts leaving a white, hand-shaped mark, "Well, I'm sure I can come up with some more interesting ideas…"

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" screamed Sue as she saw the girl slapping Ann's boobs, "Don't you dare to destroy this piece of art!"

"Art? Rrrright!" laughed Kendra, "I just had some fun with your friend's tits! No reason to freak out! By the way, what are those handles for?"

Kendra grabbed one of the golden objects and yanked it down.

Ann gritted her teeth as her breast felt the brunt of the unforgiving clamp again. Tears drenched her flushed face, her lips quivered in despair. She felt so tremendously vulnerable being at the mercy of this unknown girl.

"Oh look, the tit is changing color! Must be a real challenge for the girl inside! Can't imagine how that must feel!" sneered Kendra as Sue dashed to the handle to release Ann from the pain.

"But now this piece of art is totally out of balance, I should pull the other one down, too!"

Kendra jumped to the other side of the column and ripped the second handle down. Ann's other breast was mercilessly crushed and bloomed up in response. The poor artist groaned in pain.

"Stop it!" screamed Sue as she ran to the other side to release the clamp. But Kendra was faster, dashed back to the first handle and yanked it down again. Sue couldn't believe it. How could that girl be so mean?  Sue frantically chased the rogue visitor and tried to catch her. But the damned brat was always a bit ahead, yanking down the handles so fast that Sue had a hard time to keep up.

Meanwhile, Ann was trying to understand what the hell was going on outside. The horrible clamps with their sharp teeth bit down on her bloated breasts time and time again, just to be released shortly after. It was like a freaking metal maw chewing her tits off! Her face was wet with tears by now, and her lips were quivering in pain. She could barely keep herself from screaming out loud.

Finally the torment stopped. Ann heard her friend huff and puff, desperately trying to collect her breath, "So sorry Ann! I hope you're OK! Your boobs took quite a hit!"

"What the hell happened?"

"That stupid girl… She found out… She knows you're inside, knows that the boobs are real. And she's pissed for some reason. Tried to catch her, but she was too fast! Ran away now…"

"I know! She talked to me, told me how she would make my life miserable! Shit! shit, shit, shit!"

"Calm down! Chances are she won't tell anyone. Let's just proceed as planned! It's only a few more minutes until we're done for the day anyway! Fuck, what's that?"

"What's WHAT? Sue, tell me what's happening, please?"

"Cameras, huge-ass cameras! And a huge crowd! They're heading right towards us! I think it's a TV crew… and there's the dean. And that reporter. And sooo many people. Ann, I think the entire board of our freaking school is having a look at you. Keep still, I'll try to manage."

"Fuck! Don't screw up, Sue! Please?!"

"Are you the artist of this piece?"

"Well, I'm the creator of this video playing in the background, but the column? No. That's Ann. But she's busy right now, so I stepped in for her. We have a joint booth."

"So she's not available for an interview?"

"Sadly no. But maybe I can help out?"

"We're recording the different exhibitions and interview the artist. The material will be used to promote the school cross-country but it will also be used for selecting the candidate that gets the 'best of show' award."

"Wow! Rather unfortunate that Ann can't be here then…"

"Indeed, indeed. so maybe you can tell us a bit about the background of this work?"

"Sure! So, where to start… Well...Honestly, Ann has always been a bit of a weirdo. Since I know her, her work has focused on the female breast, on the different sizes, shapes and forms of these wonders of nature. Her goal was to perfectly recreate a breast, to make a piece of art indistinguishable from its natural counterpart. This piece shows just how well she managed the task. Just look how nice the material feels, how it deforms oh so gently if you poke your finger in it. Unfortunately the true marvel will be difficult to capture on video…"

Ann felt fingers poking into her hyper-sensitive flesh, pulling at her tender nipples. Her breasts were so sore from those clamps that the slightest touch forced more tears into her eyes. It took everything she had to stay silent.

"This video in the back actually shows Ann's real breasts. You can see how similar, yes, almost identical they look. The 'hatching' of her breasts could of course be interpreted as Ann's immense talent breaking free of the morals of society holding her back."

The camera zoomed in on the movie and on Ann's exposed breasts from all angles.

"Thank you!" replied the dean, "Thanks for the insight."

And off they went.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the exhibition will close shortly. Thank you very much for your visit."

"Thank god it's over!" groaned Ann, "Is it safe to get out now?"

"Stay in there for a moment. You're almost done, sweetie!"

"Ugh… I really need to get out! My boobs are killing me! Can you at least open the handles again? It hurts like hell!"

"They are open, sweetie! Otherwise you would be screaming!"

"Really? It hurts so much!"

"Your tits are just swollen from all the excitement, honey. No reason to freak out, they still look healthy…. kinda. Looks like everything's clear now. Get outta there, quick!"

Ann's fingers found the control buttons, and small motors whirred into action. The swollen mounds shook slightly, then disappeared behind the wood. Ann's arms were showing up at the top of the column, and soon the whole, red-faced, bare-breasted girl emerged from within the art piece.

Ann quickly yanked her flimsy dress over her hurting breasts and muttered, "Bra's still inside and also the plastic models… Can you help me turn the column around so they fall out?"

Sue nodded, smiling, "How are you? everything OK?"

"Except that my tits buzz like some hornet's nest? Yeah, I'm fine. just glad I survived this day. Come on, help me turn this thing around!"

Both women grabbed the large, wooden object and tilted it slowly. Soon, the two rubbery objects rolled out of the darkness and unceremoniously slithered on the show floor.

"Here there are, your second pair of boobs!" smirked Sue, "Let's attach them again!"

"And my bra? Where's my bra?"

"No idea. Fuck, this thing is heavy. Let's put it down again, please?"

Ann sighed, "That's an expensive one! I need it!"

"You'll get it out soon enough. But let's focus on the important stuff first. Let's prep this thing for tomorrow and be done with it!"

"Alright, alright," groaned Ann as they erected the column again, "Just tell me that I can go home like this?"

"Home? We'll hit the bars first! we have something to celebrate, right?"

"If you say so…"

"Your first public show! And I think it was quite a success! Your boobs got on TV for god's sake!"

"Ugh, don't remind me about that," groaned Ann, blushing furiously, "So can I go out like this? With no bra and just this flimsy little dress covering me up?"

"Well… without the bra…"


"You look hot, Ann! Your boobs bounce around so nicely, everybody will like to touch them!"

"Sue! That's not what I want to hear! OK or not OK?"

"You're fine, honey. We'll just go out for a drink anyway. You'll be home soon enough."

Ann sighed, "Fine. Let's pack up and head out. Tomorrow it'll be just the plastic boobs. I really need some rest!"

Sue and Ann were soon sitting in a nearby bar, Ann only too conscious about her unprotected breasts that were still buzzing from the day's work. Both had ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and were looking forward to a good chat.

"So how did you like it in there? You had probably more people touching your naked boobs today than you had in your entire life!"

Ann smirked, "Most of the time it was really exciting. Not seeing what's going on outside is absolutely the best. But once they started to pull down those handles? The horror! I really should have thought that one through before!"

Sue giggled, "Accidents happen. In the end, it worked out quite well I think. Just my little movie didn't get much attention. Your boobs were simply too much competition for me. So tomorrow only the plastic stuff, right?"

"Right. And I will finally have the chance to actually talk to people. I just hope the dean doesn't show up!"

"No worries, it'll be open day. Much too crowded for his liking."

Ann noticed a group of men openly staring at her breasts. Some were winking, one was openly whistling.

"Hey, I think we need to leave. This gets creepy."

Sue looked around, saw the men making pretty explicit gestures. She grabbed her glass, dumping it in one go.

"You're right. Your boobs are a bit much for them. Let's go!"

Ann gulped down the drink, "I'm tired anyway. Let's call it a day. Hope I can get some sleep!"

Ann was relieved once she arrived at her place. She was hungry, spent and really exhausted. She made herself a quick meal, managed somehow to do her usual evening routine, and crashed only a few minutes later. The sleep was deep and satisfying.

Ann dreamt of breasts stuck on trees, growing on plants. It was a common dream of her, but this time it was much more intense than usual.

When the alarm went off, Ann could barely move a finger. Slowly reality returned and she somehow managed to sit upright.


The slipping bedsheet really hurt on her nipples. Ann blinked, trying to remember where she was. The exhibition, right! Her gaze fell on the clock. One hour to go. The column. Her boobs. Her ears glowed bright red as she remembered the day before, the hundreds, thousands of hands groping her breasts. She looked down, brushed over her chest. Ouch! They still were so sensitive from all the groping and squeezing!

The young artist couldn't stand the thought of a bra pressing into her tender flesh, so she decided to look through her meager collection
for something she could wear without.

Her mood only got worse as she searched for something fitting. Nothing seemed good for an event like this. Plain jeans and white shirt? Boring. Fluffy skirt and some odd jacket? No way.

Suddenly, a wicked thought hit her. She was an artist! A boob-artist, focusing on breasts! Shouldn't she be more aggressive in marketing herself? Plenty of artists had quite a weird fashion sense anyway, so couldn't she be just as weird and unconventional in her choice, too? She could choose something that really highlights her expertise, her own speciality, her... tits! And if she dresses up daringly enough, maybe people wouldn't pay too much attention to those plastic boobs either!

Ann remembered a present she got some time ago, a daring costume for Halloween. Actually it had not been appropriate for Halloween either, maybe more for an adult costume party of sorts. She opened a few boxes searching for it.

Hidden beneath lots of clutter, she finally found the sizeable package and pulled it out. 'Breast-Maid' was written in big, pink letters across the lid. She remembered how her friends laughed when they handed over the present. Apparently some of them had found out about her breast fixation and decided to play on it.

Ann opened the box and placed the different parts across her bed. There was a cute, white headpiece, a short, white skirt, a black-and-white corset, a white apron, and even some fitting, black high-heels inside, topped off by a black, fluffy feather duster for good measure. The only difference to a standard maid outfit was that the corset had a large gap on breast level, and even the apron was tailored in a way that it didn't hide anything of importance. The only item supposedly covering those tender pillows were a pair of tiny pasties that would barely hide her nipples!

Ann cringed at the thought of wearing this abomination. It would certainly give her all the attention she needed though. Nobody would even take a look at those plastic boobs stuck on that column if she would stand right beside it with her boobies barely covered. And her tender breasts wouldn't have to endure a constricting bra either! But walking through the city dressed like that? No fucking way!

She wiggled into the corset, carefully pulling it close until the little hooks slipped in place. Ugh, tight! She could barely breathe. Ann donned the apron, put on the shoes and headpiece. There were even some fitting earrings, gloves and a necklace!

The girl walked over to the mirror. She gaped at the image in front of her. Good lord, she looked like straight out of a manga! And her boobs looked even bigger than usual with this corset squeezing everything together! She placed the pasties over her nipple to check if they would cover those sensitive spots. Barely. But those cute cow heads on them really added to the overall image!

Could she really wear this at the exhibition? She looked at the mirror again. All strategic spots were covered, so technically it should be fine, but…

The phone rang.

"Ann? Where are you? The show is about to open any moment!"

Shit, was it already so late? She glanced at the watch. Damn.

"Sue, I'll be there in a minute. Just trying to figure out what to wear. My boobs still hurt, so I thought something that wouldn't require a bra…"

"Whatever, just be quick!"

"Can I sent you an image of my outfit? I could really use some good advice!"

"Sure, send it! But fast!"

"OK, hang on!"

Ann positioned herself so most of her body was visible in the mirror. She took a picture and sent it to her friend.

"This is it. My nips would be covered though…"

"Damn, this is hot!" giggled Sue, "Is this THAT costume we gave you as a gift?"

"Yep! So what do you say? Can I go like that?"

"Considering that you do boob-art, I would say it is actually very appropriate. Love it! Just don't get caught on the streets!"

"So I can wear it?"

"At the show? Definitely! All eyes will be on you though. Are you prepared for that?"

"Thanks, Sue. I'll wear something different for the walk over though. See you in a moment!"

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The idea had been brilliant. Fixing the handles to the column worked like a charm. Ann even managed to position the circular pot-holders in a way that they were completely invisible from the outside. Their thin, golden metal band was truly hidden right inside the wood!

When Ann pulled the handle down to test the setup, the mechanism immediately snapped in place with a satisfying click forcing the holder rings that sat in each opening down on the outer rim of each rubber object and securely fixed them in place. The foam boobies finally stayed where they should.

"Damn, you're a genius, sweetie!" grinned Sue, "This is perfect!"

"Thanks!" beamed Ann, "Do you think anyone will figure out that those breasts are different from what I showed before?"

"Well, only if they look very closely and if they have seen your real ones before."

"Which limits it to the dean, his assistant and bunch of students…"

"Low risk I would say. You just need to take care of the dean. Make sure he only ever sees your real boobs from up close. He would immediately see that something's different. That guy is so in love with your tits!"

"Only the dean...That should actually be manageable if you'll help me."

"Of course I'll help you!" laughed Sue.

"Great! So let's celebrate! I'll invite you to a nice dinner and then we'll hit the bars, what do you think?"

"Sure! But I still need to show my video to the dean first. Want to join?"

Needless to say, Mr. Roberts was totally blown away by Sue's 'hatching' movie. And when Ann assured him that it was indeed her very own breast that spectacularly broke through those shells, the poor man almost fainted. He immediately agreed to show the video at Ann's booth and even told Sue where she could get the necessary equipment.

The two girls partied so hard that night that they needed a full day for their heads to stop buzzing again and so it was evening when they finally met again, both exhausted from the night before.

"Ugh, my head…. What did I drink last night?"

"The same stuff as I did," groaned Sue, "And that guy at the bar… did he ever stop staring at your boobs?"

"Nope, but he paid for every drink!" Ann chuckled, "Anyway, let's get going. We need to get this monster to the exhibition hall. The show starts tomorrow at eight!"

It took them more than an hour to get the column to the place. The hall was busy with people setting up artwork and installations. Ann got assigned to a generous 100 square foot space framed by three black partition walls with bright spotlights illuminating the center.

The column looked absolutely great in there! The lighting really made it shine and her plate with the title 'Breasts of a happy woman' sparkled invitingly.

Sue dashed off to get everything she needed for her video display while Ann looked for a ladder she could use whenever she needed to get into her exhibition piece. She then carefully fixed the pair of plastic breasts on her column and made the clamps close down on them. Taking a few steps back she marvelled at her work.

"Great! Looks like I'm ready to go!" she thought as she scanned the room.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing. She looked at the display. Unknown number. Who could that be?

"Hi, who's there?"

"Ann? It's me, Roberts…"

"Dean? What a nice surprise! Anything I can do for you?"

"You know that the show opens tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes, at eight. I'm setting up my stuff right now."

"Fantastic. Can we meet at 7:30 in that cafe next to the exhibition? I think it's called 'Coffee Heaven' or something. Want to introduce you to a reporter who is writing for the magazine 'The New Artist'. It's the first time for them to visit our exhibition and I would like to make them aware of your spectacular work."

Ann could barely speak. Her tummy was churning, her hands sweating. How the hell was she suppose to react? She stammered, "'Coffee Heaven' you say? S...sure...I'll be there!" and hung up. Fuck! She really needed a plan!

Sue showed up, her arms full of equipment.

"Can you help me, please?" she moaned as she dumped everything on the floor, "I need to fix this reflective screen to that back wall and find a place for the projector. Maybe we can hang it from the ceiling?"

"Sure. Let's ask one of those maintenance guys. Follow me, I need to tell you something."

Ann quickly instructed someone from staff to set up everything for a video art project and then pushed Sue into a quiet spot.

"Listen, I just got a call from the dean…"

"What did he say?"

"He wants to meet me tomorrow 7:30 and introduce me to some journalist writing for 'The New Artist'."

"Wow, that's great!"

"Sue! I'm panicking! This is a freaking disaster! What do you think those guys will do at 8?"

"They'll want to take a good look at your artwork and ask you about your message and…. Oooohhh!"

"Exactly! They will take a real close look and … will find out I'm a fraud! Those replicas are nice and all but they won't pass the dean's touch-test! He'll know something is wrong!"

"Hmmm… that complicates things indeed. Let me think…."

"I need your help, Sue! When we return from that coffee shop, I need at least a few minutes to get in that column and …"

"Hah! I know! I'll just rush in there a quarter to 8 and explain them my project, too! I'll keep them occupied for a bit while you sneak into the column. Then, I'll walk them over, show them everything… and for some reason you can't attend. Obviously I have to cover for you and explain everything and promise that you will be available for an in-depth interview later."

"That… actually sounds like it could work! Thanks, Sue, that calms my nerves a bit."

"We better take a picture of you in front of your work, too! You can show that to the journalist so he has some photo of you to print."

"Good point! Do you have a good camera we can use? I only have my phone with me and it makes crappy pictures."

"Yes, I just need to go back to my place quickly. How about you get home and dress up a bit? The picture needs to be good, otherwise they might want to take one themselves…"

"Right. So let's meet in… say… one hour?"


Meanwhile, Mr. Roberts was on the phone, promoting his new favorite student to the renowned magazine 'The New Artist'.

"Listen, Ms. Shinozaki, this girl is absolutely spectacular. You need to see her breast sculpture! Never in my life have I seen something so… real!"

"Mr. Roberts, I already told you that my time budget is very tight. I have to visit a number of artists already and HQ gave me a pretty long list of art that I need to cover. Ms… what was her name? Ann? Ms. Ann isn't part of that list though."

"Then you really need to rethink your priorities. I'll tell you, that girl will be huge! Just give her a few minutes in the morning. Join me at 7:30. We'll meet her in that coffeeshop next to the exhibition, 'Coffee Heaven'. Give her a few moments to explain her vision, then we'll head over and let her show her work. That's all I ask!"

"I don't have time for that Mr. Roberts! I already have an appointment in the morning! And by the way, every other artist nowadays does something edgy, with bare boobs and stuff. This isn't new nor spectacular. It's just a young artist looking for attention! I really don't understand why you are so excited about her."

"Please, Ms. Shinozaki! You haven't even seen her art! Just give her a chance. You won't regret it! Promise!"

"Oh well. I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks so much. I assure you, it will be worth your time."
Ann looked great in her black mini, and Sue took great care to put her and the column into the best possible light. She made the young artist pose in various ways, made her smile, laugh and groan until she was satisfied with the result.

When Ann browsed through the pictures on Sue's camera she gasped, "Wow, look at me! This is fantastic! And those boobs on the column look definitely like the real thing, too!"

"Thanks! Let's print them out and go for a quick bite!"

Ann barely made it to the meeting in time. She again wore her sexy, black mini as she entered 'Coffee Heaven' at 7:30 sharp.

"There you are! Glad you could make it!" greeted the dean who already had a coffee and a sandwich on his table. An exotic-looking woman next to him eyed her skeptically.

A woman! The journalist was a woman! That would complicate things. Men were so easy to fool when they had a big pair of juicy tits in front of them. Women though? The complete opposite!

"So this is her? The artist?"

"Yes, that's her. Ann, please take a seat. Want some coffee? Tea?"

"Thanks, but I have only a few minutes. Need to prepare for the show. But my friend Sue would be available later if you want to interview her, too. We're doing a joint project this time."

"Sure, sure. Now let me introduce you to Ms. Shinozaki, a well-known Journalist of the renowned 'The New Artist' magazine. I told her about your art and she..."

"Thanks for the Introduction, Mr. Roberts. So Ann, I haven't seen your art in person yet, just the explanation by Mr. Roberts. So tell me, what is it all about?"

"I… I have pictures with me. Here, see that column? See those breasts attached to them? Those are mine… that's my art… an… exhibition of my very own... womanhood. I… I wanted to make a statement… A statement against the oppression of femininity, against the blatant disrespect of those wondrous sources of life… I…"

"Really? Isn't it a bit… bland and uninspired to make some art focussing on breasts? Everyone and their dog does it right now. So what's different about your art? Why does it matter?"

"It matters because my replicas are incredibly detailed, almost life-like. The spectator can truly feel the warmth, the caring nature, feel welcomed and… nourished, protected…"

"I see. So you… you modeled those objects after your own… body?"

"Yes. These are near perfect replicas of my own breasts."

"So… why did you make these? And what should that tell the audience?"

"As I said, It's my statement for a respectful future, where girls don't need to be ashamed of their big breasts. For a future of freedom, where not every nipple is censored whenever it shows up on social media or elsewhere, where the female form is appreciated, loved and praised!"

"So this is a political campaign?"

"No, not really, It's just my very personal way of stating my opinion."

"Right. So… how did you create them? What's your technique? Are those breasts as incredible as Mr. Roberts tells me?"

"That you have to judge for yourself. Just visit me at my booth," Ann glanced at her watch. It was already a quarter to 8. Where was Sue? "I'm terribly sorry but I really need to go now."

The door suddenly opened and Sue came strolling along.

"Hi there!"

"Hi Sue," said Ann relieved and muttered," Just in time. As usual!" Then, in a more serious tone she continued, "Sue, this is Ms. Shinozaki of 'The New Artist'. And our dean Mr. Roberts, but you know each other already, right?"

"Right. Glad to meet you Ms. Shinozaki. I would like to explain you a bit about my video project. Ann assisted me and her breasts play the starring role in it!" she smirked.

The journalist looked at her watch, "I really need to get going, too..."

"Please, just a moment? I had this vision… this vision of female breasts breaking through a hard shell.. Like a chicken hatching. I had to recreate this dream. It symbolizes the advent of the movement, the Great Beginning!"

"So you're a boob artist, too?" the Journalist smirked.

"Well, if you want to phrase it that way, Yes! Ann really inspired me. And we did great work together. You really should have a look!"

Ann finally managed to sneak out and ran towards the exhibition center. Only 10 minutes left! Hopefully Sue could occupy them a bit longer! The artist dashed through the gates and towards her little booth. The hall was still almost empty. Thank goodness!

As soon as she reached her booth she switched on Sue's projector and the connected laptop that was hidden behind some cover. As the video started playing, she pushed the ladder to the back of the column, opened the handles to remove the plastic breasts. Then, she climbed up, threw the plastic objects inside her tight new home and let her legs slip into the dark space.

"Hurry!" she muttered to herself as she pushed the shoulder straps of her dress downwards. With a quick flick of her wrist she opened her bra and let it slide into the column. Bare-breasted as she was, she descended downward, careful to position herself correctly. When her toes met the ground, she pressed her soft, naked breasts against the small holes and pushed the button above. The motors whirred to life and she felt the odd pull on her melons as they were slowly forced outside.

Was everything alright? Did it look good? Was something amiss? Ann's heart raced. She had no clue how everything looked from the outside. All she could do was hope that everything worked out.

The pull increased, tugging at her body. It felt like her fleshy globes were ready, sitting outside of the wall that separated her from everything, outside of her reach, waiting for those taxing eyes, those curious hands. She shivered with excitement.

The artist heard the P.A. system crackle. A loud voice echoed through the hall.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the General Exhibition! Today we welcome our esteemed members of the professional art community. Our sponsors, journalists and established artists will have a full day to revel in stunning art and converse with young, upcoming artists from all over the world. Starting from tomorrow, the general public is invited to get a glimpse on what our great artists have to offer. Enjoy this spectacular show of amazing art!"

The exhibition opened! Ann could hear people passing by, chatting, joking. If she could only see that she was positioned correctly, that everything looked like it should! But she couldn't see a thing, trapped in that column!

Suddenly there were hands on her, fingers poking in her sensitive breasts. She gasped.

"So this is it?" she heard a woman saying, "This is the incredible piece you have been talking about?"

She remembered that voice.

Another very familiar voice responded, "Yes, this is it. Just look how perfect those globes are!"

It was the dean! And that other person was the journalist! Thank god she had made it in time! She heard Sue saying, "Like it? And by the way, please don't miss my video project. Just look at how those breasts hatch from hard shells! Can you see how they bulge through those first cracks?"

Ann strained her ears and tried to figure out what was going on. The thin, cold finger suddenly jabbed into her sensitive flesh and dug deep into the tender ball. Ann had troubles keeping silent. Her heart raced, she tried to breathe normally even though her whole body just wanted to scream!

Another finger drove into her other breast, digging deep into the tender orb. "These indeed feel very real," she heard the reporter say, "Not artificial at all… I wonder how the artist accomplished this…"

Ann felt the fingers relaxing, then brushing over her hard nipples. Suddenly they clamped down on one of her nubs and yanked it upward.

Tears were streaming down Ann's face and she nearly bit her tongue off. She heard Sue saying, "So what do you think of my little video project? Pretty innovative, isn't it?"

Sue was such a good friend! She tried so hard to get the brutal reporter away from her! Ann so hoped her friend would succeed. She felt the fingers finally leave her exposed breasts. Steps. She was walking away! Thank god!

"Kind of neat! Funny idea and ok-ish execution. I may even mention it briefly in my article."

Ann suddenly felt warmer, gentled hands on her throbbing bust.
"So, Ms Shinozaki, what are your thoughts about Ann's work?"

"Well… It's a bit bland… that column and all... But the material she uses is indeed fascinating. So yes, I think the girl has potential. But she has to develop her style more, needs to mature, sharpen her message, create some more thought-provoking artwork. It's a neat start, but she still has a long way to go."

"I think you're a bit harsh," Ann felt heavy hands caressing her buzzing boobs,"It's her first piece, and she impressed us already with the material alone!"

"Maybe, but there is so much great art out there… Anyway, I need to head over to some other artists. Was nice to meet you again, Mr Roberts."

"Will you mention her work in your article?"

"Probably. As said, I am quite impressed by the material she used, so …"

"Good, good. Thanks for your time, Ms Shinozaki, enjoy our little exhibition."

Ann was listening intently. Were they done? Were they leaving?

"Oh, Mr. Roberts, one more thing…"


Ann heard footsteps. Suddenly, something was pressing her breasts together.

"Those golden handles… In the picture the artist showed this morning they were pointing downwards, not upwards. Somebody must have changed them. I assume this is not in the interest of our absent artist. We should really fix that… I mean, she certainly wants us to experience her art like she envisioned it, don't you think?"

Ann felt one clamp move. Blood rushed through Ann's ears. Oh my god… this was not good…. this was definitely not good!

She felt the clamp on the other side squeeze down, too, biting hard into her already straining flesh. The holding mechanism for those fake tits now grabbed her real breasts and mauled them brutally.

"You are right! How observant of you! We definitely should fix this for our artist!"

The trapped girl sucked in air through her clenched teeth, desperately trying not to panic. The pain was immense as the cold metal mechanism clamped down on her melons and snapped in place with a sickening sound. Stars appeared in front of her eyes. Ann almost fainted.

"What an interesting color change! And the form changed a bit, too, didn't it?"

That was the reporter. Ann felt dizzy. Her tits hurt so much!

"Quite fascinating indeed!" agreed the female voice, "Now I'm really curious how she achieved that trick!"

Ann felt hands on her taut, hard balloons testing her flesh, squeezing the hurting orbs.

Sue's jaw dropped as she saw the journo and that dean pushing down the handles. She could only imagine what pain that caused to Ann. Her boobs were so swollen and red like tomatoes! She had to do something! Sue dashed to the column and reached for the handle.

"I think they need to point up!" she declared firmly and pushed the handles into the release position. Sue could hear faint whimpers from within the column, Ann must have been in terrible pain.

"No, no, you're wrong," insisted Ms Shinozaki, "Those have to point down. I'll show you!" and reached into her bag. "Look, this is the photo I got from the artist herself. See? The handles point downward! That's how the artist wanted it! They need to point down to make the artwork complete. The symmetry is much better and I'm sure the artist had lots of  reasons to design the piece this specific way."

"She's right Sue, " said the dean who watched the squabble with interest, "This picture that Ann showed us proves it. The handles have to point down. So can we please correct this now? I don't want Ann to see us messing with her sculpture like some bloody amateurs…"

Ann was terrified. Her tits hurt so much from the bite of those awful clamps that her face was drenched in tears already. She would never have thought that those metal holders intended to keep the replicas in place would ever get a hold of her real boobs! The clamps were so strong, the force so immense that she shuddered just thinking about it.  There they came again. Ugh…

Ann had trouble controlling her breath, avoiding any audible sound. She felt the metal bite into the sides of her bloated melons, cutting off the blood flow right at the base of her breasts. The squeeze was out of this world.

"This looks so much better," mused Ms Shinozaki, "See how the color changes again? Fascinating, really fascinating. Maybe I should mention this piece in my article after all. The material is really impressive. Well, I better take some photos then, right?"

The reporter readied her camera and took aim. She took pictures from every angle, even asked the dean to place a hand on one of the sculpture's artificial breasts and apply some pressure so the color change from red to white was clearly visible.

"Great, but now it's indeed time for me to look at some other artwork. If you see the artist, tell her that I wasn't impressed by the concept or her message but of her choice of material alone. She can grow a lot and may even get relevant in the local art scene if she concentrates on what she does best and improves on the rest. Anyway, time to run. Thanks Mr. Roberts for convincing me to have a look. It was worth it after all."

"I have to thank you, Ms. Shinozaki. Was a pleasure to see you here."

The Journalist had a last look at the unassuming column with attached boobs, turned around and walked away.

"Ann will be thrilled," beamed the dean, "I'm sure she will be featured in the magazine. That woman.... she is always so critical of young artists and is really hard to please. I think we made great strides convincing her!"

"Yes, sounded like it.. but she could have paid more attention to my video," Sue complained while she was carefully eyeing Ann's red, hot, bloated boobs hoping that her friend was doing OK.

"Don't worry. Your work is great and many people will enjoy it even if it doesn't get featured by 'The Artist' like Ann's work. Now please excuse me, I have some other things to take care of."

"Sure, see you around Mr. Roberts! I'll look for Ann and tell her what happened."
Hi everyone,
Now, after 79 chapters posted over a period of about 79 weeks, the 'Like Yeina' series is finally coming to an end. Time to bid goodbye to Yeina, Maya, Cathy and their boob-challenging adventures!

I would like to take this opportunity to thank especially gulavisual for his intriguing creativity and for all the stunning art he keeps churning out. Without him this series would have never existed.

Also a big Thank You to those of you who stuck around through all those weeks and months and kept reading every single chapter (first one was posted in May 2015!) Your feedback and comments provided the motivation for me to keep going. It has been a great ride and a fantastic experience.

BTW, if any of you fancy to read the entire story in one go you can grab it at neglected2much's Secret Story Stash where my little story rack resides (all stories are available in different formats through Google Docs). Still can't believe the entire thing is a whooping 224 pages!

So what's next? I'm not entirely sure yet, but maybe Ann's story needs a few more chapters...
Hi everyone,
Now, after 79 chapters posted over a period of about 79 weeks, the 'Like Yeina' series is finally coming to an end. Time to bid goodbye to Yeina, Maya, Cathy and their boob-challenging adventures!

I would like to take this opportunity to thank especially gulavisual for his intriguing creativity and for all the stunning art he keeps churning out. Without him this series would have never existed.

Also a big Thank You to those of you who stuck around through all those weeks and months and kept reading every single chapter (first one was posted in May 2015!) Your feedback and comments provided the motivation for me to keep going. It has been a great ride and a fantastic experience.

BTW, if any of you fancy to read the entire story in one go you can grab it at neglected2much's Secret Story Stash where my little story rack resides (all stories are available in different formats through Google Docs). Still can't believe the entire thing is a whooping 224 pages!

So what's next? I'm not entirely sure yet, but maybe Ann's story needs a few more chapters...


What's your opinion on the 'Like Yeina' series? 

15 deviants said Love the regular updates and the bite-sized chapters! I read each and every one as soon as it gets posted! Can't get enough of it!
4 deviants said Like it but usually wait for a few chapters to read them in one go. Would prefer longer chapters even if it means less regular updates.
2 deviants said Like the concept but got bored by the story after a while. Shorter story about the same subject would have been better.
2 deviants said Loved it first but lost track and now can't get into it again for some reason.
1 deviant said Would rather read the entire story at once instead of all those short chapters.
No deviants said Don't really like the story.
No deviants said Hate it.
No deviants said I don't know.
No deviants said Other.


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