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Ann couldn't remember when those dreams started. Ever since her breasts became so large, pictures of her globes started popping up in her mind all the time. Her boobs materialized as part of old paintings and art installations, on walls and windows, in fruit baskets and even inside bookshelves! It was just crazy, and quite irritating.

At some point, Ann was concerned that she was about to go crazy. She knew she had to do something about those weird thoughts. And so she decided to study art, to make those fantasies a reality. Maybe that would make them go away!

In order to kick-start her career, she figured it would be best to convince the dean of her art school. With his support it should be much easier to gain appreciation and popularity for the twisted artwork she was planning to do. Without his backing however, she would most likely end up in the 'another weirdo trying to be creative' corner. She would likely never gain any popularity, but would instead be regarded as some sort of freak, obsessed with putting her own boobs all over the place.

Following her well laid out plan, her first target was to get the dean on her side. This shouldn't be too difficult though, as Ann had heard that the dean was quite open to new ideas, and an avid supporter of controversial, sexualized artwork.

To bring her plan to life, she would have to create an artwork to exhibit her assets in a beautiful, yet daring setting that would make her breasts look like an expensive sculpture. But she would need to make sure that her boobs, and only her boobs, would be visible, and nothing else. And she would obviously need to sneak into the dean's office at night to set herself up. And then she just had to hope for the best.

Ann's heart was racing. The mere thought of being stuck in that office for hours, boobs exposed, made her horny as hell.

She went into her cozy little workshop, her mind full of ideas for the first object to showcase herself. A hollow column, made from dark wood, was the centerpiece of what she was planning to create. Ann had it custom-ordered a few days ago. This fine piece even had carved-in steps inside, so she could get in and out easily. With delicate movements, and fully absorbed by her task, Ann carved two carefully measured holes into the column, her small, skillful hands caressing the exquisite material in the process.

After a few days of work, Ann was finally satisfied with what she created. The luxurious bronze plate she ordered online, arrived just in time. Round, bold letters described her work:

Breasts of a happy woman, 2014

Artist: Ann

Sculpture made of styrofoam, latex, silicone gel and paint

Handle with care

With trembling hands, Ann fixed the plate on the column. She was almost there, she would need to go into the innards of that column soon. The excitement almost killed her. With shaking hands she stripped herself naked, and climbed inside. It was dark in there. So dark that she barely found the openings. Things were much more complicated than she expected though. The column was too narrow for her to get her arms on her sides, so she ended up in an awkward stretch, her arms high above her head. Luckily the column was high enough, so her hands still wouldn't show.

Curious if everything worked out as planned, Ann pressed her naked breasts against the holes. The openings seemed to be big enough, but as she couldn't pull them from the other side, her only option was to push her flesh through from inside. But as her hands were trapped, this wasn't really an option either.

Ann wasn't sure if her boobs were in fact aligned with the openings at all, and how everything looked from the outside. She was pretty sure that her boobs were pressing against the openings, but they didn't slip through. Damn! She should have set up a video camera to tape herself! That would have made it easy to check if everything was at least aligned well!

When Ann pulled herself free and climbed out of the column, she wasn't happy. In fact, she was furious. Furious about her own stupidity, about her non-preparedness and her bad planning. She looked at the column again, pondering how she would be able to get herself fitted. Without requiring another person to help, of course. This whole project was a secret, and should stay that way. Only after she convinced the dean, she would consider going public and advertise her art more openly. But for now it was only her, nobody else.

She was studying the column intensely for minutes, thinking about ways to pull her boobs through the openings. How could she do this? But first, she set up the video camera. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice! Then she looked at the holes again.

"Of course!" she muttered. She would just need to install some small, motorized rollers that would pull her flesh through! And she already knew where to get those! Ann dashed off to the much better stocked workshop of the performing arts props department. They often had to come up with some motorized moving props, so they surely had this kind of stuff in stock, right?

Ann was lucky. Pete, the props engineer, was at work and happily helped her out. A few minutes - and some awkward questions - later, Ann had twenty rather thick, about one inch long, battery-powered rollers, already wired up into two sets of 10 pieces. She couldn't believe her luck, it was just what she needed.

Back in her workshop, Ann positioned one of the rollers at one of the openings. The thickness was a problem. The rollers would surely show at the sides of her boobs! That would spoil the whole experience! She repositioned the small machine, angled it inward. Yes, that could work. She began fixing the small devices, one by one, in a circle around the openings. She then led the wires upward and fixed the small control module at the end, where her hands would be able to reach them. Each module had a simple 3-way switch to control the rollers.

Once she had everything fitted and cleaned up, she started the camera and prepared for another trial. Ann climbed in the hollow column, let her body slide down, and pressed her naked boobs against the roller-fitted openings as tight as she could. She searched for the controls and triggered the switches. The rollers sprang to live, and with a loud hum began to rotate. Ann felt her boobs getting pulled through and smiled. It worked! After a few seconds she felt a bit of pain around her boobs and concluded that everything was pulled through already. Satisfied, she flipped the switch to stop the rollers. She grinned broadly. That was easy!

After a few moments in the column, she got aware of a strange pumping sensation in her trapped breasts. It felt quite tight there, too! But it also felt rather interesting. Daring. On display. Exciting. Out of control and at the mercy of whoever would be at the other side. All in all, much better than she ever thought! Satisfied, Ann triggered the switches, and with a loud hum her trapped breasts were released. Giggling happily, Ann climbed out of the column and rushed to the camera. She couldn't wait to see how everything looked from the outside.

When she saw the footage, she couldn't believe her eyes. The sight was utterly spectacular. A simple, shiny, wooden column, a luxurious bronze plate, and two big, fat bulging boobs sticking out of the wood. The rollers weren't visible at all, her bulging flesh hid them perfectly. The holes indeed seemed to be quite tight, and her breasts looked rather puffy and swollen with a nice shade of pink. It looked so much better than she imagined! Ann was so happy! She decided to call it a day and have some fun with her friends tonight. And after that, she was ready for the show!

Her night out was fabulous, but left her with a bad hangover and a headache that really sucked. Ann was glad that she hadn't planned much for the day. The only real task she needed to do was to find out if the dean would be in the office next day, and how to get in there.

With a buzzing head, Ann headed out to the campus. A look at the office opening times told her that the dean's office would be closed today, but that it would be open the next day 7 to 12. Ann went inside of the building and searched for somebody that might know a bit more about the office's habits. After a bit of searching, she bumped into the dean's assistant. Ann took her chance and asked her straight away if the dean is usually staying in the office, or if he's leaving the building. The assistant was a bit reluctant first, but she finally told her that the dean is usually spending his day giving courses and stuff, and that he's barely in the office except for the official opening hours. Ann thanked her for her openness and left. This was what she hoped for, she would be able to get out there around lunch time! Just about five hours of action in the column and she would be done. Great!

She went to her workshop and prepared her stuff. It would be rather difficult to get the column in the office, but everything else should be rather easy. She went back into her dorm room and began to prepare herself. An extensive bath, followed by a thorough shaving, lotions and everything else she could think of. She even applied some makeup, knowing that she would probably die from embarrassment if anybody would actually see it. Ann looked into the mirror, checked herself out. She examined herself closely, paying special attention to her big, full breasts. Yes, she looked good! Her mind started to wander. She thought about the whole project, how she would be there, in the office, reduced to a pair of tits. Beautiful tits, mind you. But how would the dean take note of her? Would he wonder what this strange sculpture is about? Maybe she should write a note and put it on his desk? Yes, that sounded like a good idea. She sat down and began to write.

To the dean of arts:

Dear Mr Roberts,

You might have seen the sculpture of a woman's breast in your office. This is my very first piece of art that I ever created, and I must say that I feel quite insecure about it. I plan to apply for a slot at the upcoming General Exhibition but am unsure if my work is meeting the quality standards of this event. I was thinking long and hard about this, and decided it's best to ask for a review by an expert, you, first. Therefore I have set up my sculpture in your office, for your thorough study. I would welcome your sincere critique.

Kind regards, Ann



This should do it. Ann picked up the letter, re-read it, and grinned. Yes, that should work. So that's it! Everything is prepared! Now she only had to wait until about 4am before she can get started. Time to eat and get some sleep!

Of course, she couldn't get any sleep. Her mind was racing, she was so excited about what was going to happen that she couldn't get any rest at all. She ended up leaving her dorm at 3am, and that was after a healthy breakfast and an extensive trip to the bathroom! She just couldn't wait any longer. A few minutes later she was on her way to the dean's office, carrying the heavy column on her back. Opening the main door was easy, she had the key from one of her numerous side jobs. And getting into the dean's office was a piece of cake, too. Her trusty student's card was all she needed to get in. She pressed the card into the gap between door and frame, and the door gave in. It obviously wasn't even locked properly!

She pushed the column into the dark room, maneuvered it into a corner just opposite of the dean's desk. A perfect place! She carefully positioned her letter on his desk, right on the keyboard of his computer. He had to see it. Now she only had to climb in there, right? Well, maybe a last trip to the toilet couldn't hurt.

A few moments later, Ann was back in the room. It was only 4:30am, that's more than two hours too early! But maybe that's good! Maybe that'll get her in the right mood! And if anything goes wrong, she would have plenty of time to fix it!

OK, so let's get cracking! Ann stripped, putting her clothes in a neat pile on a chair. Her clothes! Where should she put them? The only real option was in the column, anything else would be quite suspicious. Ann climbed on the chair and let her clothes fall into the hollow structure. Then she checked the room one last time. Everything looked alright. OK, ready to go. She climbed into the column, adjusted herself, pressed her bare breasts against the openings and activated the rollers. The humming sound and the pull on her tits was already enough to get her excited. She let the rollers do their work, let them pull and tug quite a bit longer than at her initial test, before she switched them off. Now all she had to do was to wait.

It was pitch black around her, she couldn't see a thing. And there was almost total silence, except for the odd creaking of the building's plumbing. She felt a light breeze on her nipples. Had anything changed? Was there an open window? Was there someone else in the room? Probably not.

Ann lost track of the time. She had absolutely no idea how long she had been that office already. By now, her boobs were almost the only thing she actually felt. They were pumping, buzzing, and kind of hypersensitive. And they hurt. She definitely underestimated the pressure of those rollers against her breast. The holes were too tight with the added rollers, and caused her boobies to swell like balloons. But now it was too late, now she was trapped and had to endure it. She wondered how long it'll be until she can get out again. And how would it be, when the dean would arrive? Would he check her out? Would he find out that the 'sculpture' was actually a real breast, attached to a real woman?

Suddenly there was a sound. Footsteps! She heard some key rattling, then a bit of light through the top opening of the column. The dean arrived! Ann was wide awake, her heart racing. She heard heavy footsteps, some muttering, the sound of paper. Did he read her letter? Then different steps, lighter. Another person maybe?

"Ah, Ms Thompson, good morning. Do you know a student named Ann? There is a letter on my desk, and a rather interesting sculpture in my office. Did you allow her to bring this stuff in here?"

"Ann? No, never heard of her. Maybe the janitor or somebody from staff let her in?"

"Strange. Never mind. Was just wondering..."

Ann heard footsteps again. Then, suddenly something was touching her super-sensitive breasts. It felt incredible! Rough hands were brushing over her globes, prodding, pushing.

"Well, whatever this 'Ann' person was using to create this sculpture, it did work out amazingly well. Could you come here and have a look? I would say the properties of this fine piece are almost up to the real thing. Don't you agree, Ms Thompson?"

Ann felt something touching her again, but this time it was a rather painful poke of a slender finger. "Bouncy!" She heard a female voice saying. "But they look a bit swollen and puffy! What does the artist want to tell us with this?"

"No idea! What amazes me is that the thing even radiates some heat! Here, grab it with a bit more force! It's like you can feel the heart pounding, right? I have honestly no idea how the artist did this! And the texture and elasticity of this sculpture is simply amazing! See, when I pinch those nipples and pull on them, how nicely they stretch? Looks almost like the real deal! Oh, wow, those tiny little nubs even get hard!"

Ann was panting, desperately trying to stay silent. Tugging and prodding hands were all over her boobs! It felt amazing, but she was quite concerned that they would find out about her any minute! She closed her eyes, savoring the feelings caused by those prodding hands. Her nether region was definitely getting excited, too! If she would only have brought something to help her with that part!

"Alright, enough fooling around with this piece of art" she heard the dean say, "Could you please contact this artist and set up a meeting with her? I want to know how she created this incredible piece. And secure a slot at the exhibition for her, too!"

"Sure thing, will take care of it."

Ann heard the door close, steps, then some typing sound. Was she alone? Or was the dean working at his desk? Her boobs were still red and hot from the rough handling, but her heart was thankfully slowing down at least a bit. If she just would have something to grind against, to get some satisfaction! How long would she need to wait before she could get out? And how on earth should she continue to fool the dean with her 'sculpture'? She would have to create a fake version of her boobs, no doubt about it. But how to simulate the hardening of the nipples, the blushing and body heat? Was this even possible?

She heard the door opening, noise, voices. Plenty of voices! Ann heard the dean clearing his throat and then shouting "You must be the group of freshmen for this year's sculpture course. Please come in, I'll explain to you everything you need to know regarding the administrative side of things. And as a special treat, I'm also in the lucky position today to show you a fine piece of art created by a fellow student of yours."

What was that? Was he advertising her own 'sculpture' to those people? How many were they, ten? Twenty? Thirty? Even more? She heard the dean explaining some stuff about how many courses everybody needs to take, how the grade system works, and so on. She didn't listen to the details, the only thing she was interested in was how many people they were. She was getting nervous, really nervous. Panic-grade nervous. Then she heard the dean saying "Now to something more entertaining. Please have a look over there, at this dark, wooden column. This sculpture was created by your fellow student Ann, who did a truly terrific job."

Ann heard giggles, mumbling, some laughing. Some guy grinned "What's that? Some titties on a wall?" Another one said "I knew it, boobs always sell, everybody likes boobs!" A girl chirped "Well, they do look good, better than the stuff Ed created in the last course". Loud laughter.

"Yes, they do look great" the dean interrupted, "But it's not so much the looks, but the materials used, that puts this piece apart from others. Get closer, touch this incredible work, and you'll immediately recognize what I mean"

"Oh my, now it's really getting interesting" Ann thought to herself. Her mind was racing, her blood pumping, and she couldn't remember that she was as horny ever before.

"Ouch". That was her first thought when all those hands began prodding, poking and kneading her breasts. Thankfully she managed to keep silent, but the attention she received was overwhelming. Those guys really meant business! They tore at her, pinched her nipples, some even slapped against the undersides of her breasts, apparently to observe the 'springiness' of the material.

"This is so cool!" some guy shouted "They feel like prime boob material! I would be in heaven if my girlfriend would have melons like this!"

"Well," a girl replied, "I am getting a bit jealous. Those breasts indeed look and feel fantastic. How were those made?"

Suddenly Ann felt something very different, an absolutely spectacular feeling of a warm, wet 'something' engulfing one of her nipples.

"Are you kidding me, Ron? Are you really sucking those boobs? You're disgusting!" Laughter, giggles.

"But they feel so real! Nice and warm!"

"You moron! Those are fake! A stupid sculpture! Some freaking piece of 'art'!"

"Are you jealous or what? Should I suck on your tits instead?"

"Oh shut up and don't touch those fucking melons ever again!" Ann felt a sharp slap hitting her exposed breasts. She bit her lip, hard, desperately trying to stay silent.

"Please!" the dean shouted with his dark, loud voice. "Don't you dare damage this sculpture! The reason why I showed you this extraordinary piece was, to make you aware of the kind of material that is available to you. Don't just use whatever is easy to work with, Choose the best material for whatever you want to create. Just like Ann obviously seIected the finest materials for her breast sculpture. But enough of that. Please head out to the cafeteria, where we will have lunch together."

A polite clap of hands, then steps again. Silence. Was she finally alone now? Damn, her boobs hurt! She listened intently. There, she could hear some typing noises. Was the assistant still there? Ann wasn't sure. She waited, the feeling of her red, hot breasts almost overwhelming her senses. What an experience that was! Finally, she heard a chair moving, steps, the door. Nothing. Silence.

Ann waited a bit, straining her ears. She couldn't make out any sound. With a pounding heart, she pressed the switches, groaning as her hurting breasts were released. She then climbed out of the column, checked the room. Nobody was there! She grabbed the heavy, wooden column, tried to rotate it to get her clothes out. Damn, that was difficult! After a few tries, her shirt and her rather short skirt finally showed up, bra and panties were still stuck inside. Ann groaned, put on the few clothes she got out, and pushed the column through the door.

The way to her dorm was exciting, to say the least. People looked at her curiously, probably wondering about the column she was carrying. Maybe they also spotted her bouncing, braless breasts, or got a peek under her short skirt. But Ann didn't care. She was just glad when she arrived in her room, totally spent. What a day that was! How exciting! It was so hot to feel just her boobs being handled by strangers, she could come on the spot, just thinking about it! But now she had work to do! She desperately needed a strategy for that meeting with the dean! And she needed to start working on an artificial 'copy' of her breasts immediately! How else would she manage that piece of trickery she was embarking on?

Chapter 2

Ann was pounding her head against the workbench in frustration. There had to be a solution! She simply had to find a way to create a life-like replica of her breast! If she couldn't come up with some brilliant idea, she was screwed big time.

Ann had spent the last few days brainstorming and checking different materials. Every day she was sitting there, fiercely groping her own breasts to get a feel for their consistency, softness and texture. But she wasn't getting anywhere.

And now she still was stuck in her workshop, with no significant progress whatsoever. She felt silly sitting there at her littered workbench, her large breasts hanging out and dangling freely in front of her.

But every few moments she would need to touch herself anyway, grope one of her large melons, poke herself and compare the feel with whatever material was in front of her. How else would she determine which materials to use for her project?

The dean had been dead-serious! She still couldn't believe her luck. Her scheming to convince him of her art, her talent, was a fantastic success after all. That guy instantly became a huge fan of her 'sculpture' the moment he touched it, touched her!

The only problem was that the 'sculpture' he had touched was her very own - her actual - breast. And now he wanted to know how she created that piece of art. But she didn't create anything yet! The dean had groped and squeezed her tits and didn't even know what he was touching!

Ann's head went dizzy just from remembering the situation. Of course, the dean was fascinated. Fascinated that the sculpture felt so real. That it even had that warm, life-like feel!

Ann remembered that she nearly freaked out when he finally touched her disembodied breasts in his office and pointed out to his assistant that he could even sense a pulse, blood pumping, a pounding heart!

And to make matters worse, her damn nipples got hard just when he touched and tweaked them! Good grief, she got wet just thinking about it! Being stuck in that dark column, her breasts on display, out of reach, separated by a wall of wood, helpless to whatever would be done to them! What a blast!

Ann's eyes glanced around, examining all the stuff lying in front of her. What a mess it was! She tried everything she could think of, silicone implants, industrial foam, all kinds of molds, everything!

But every single one of those materials had some flaws. The Styrofoam was too rigid; the foam was too foamy, only the silicone pads felt somewhat close. But even those felt so very different to her own breasts. The stuff felt way too rigid and cold, just not natural and way too artificial. And the whole warmth/pulse thing was another headache on a completely different level! She had absolutely no idea how she could fake that part at all.

Ann was frustrated. Her tries to come up with something that would at least appear to work were all pretty useless, and she had merely a week before her meeting with the dean.

What on earth would she tell him, if she had no sculpture to show? She could hardly go there and 'play' the sculpture herself, while, at the same time, discuss with him how she created it? That was simply impossible!

Her head was fuming. This was a freaking disaster waiting to happen! Ann decided to go for a walk. Maybe that would give her some inspiration. She tucked her breasts back under her shirt, adjusted her clothing and left the building. She had to find a solution! She just had to!

Ann tried to clear her mind and started a brisk walk to the nearby lake. Her thoughts wandered, her gaze went here and there, and her brain worked overtime. She recalled the situation in the dean's office. How he and his assistant squeezed her trapped breasts, pulled and even slapped her bulging tits while she was stuck, hidden in that dark, tight column. Ann giggled, thinking about the feelings, the sensations those people evoked in her. What an awesome adventure!

But there was simply no way in hell she could replicate her tits in a way that the sculpture would realistically imitate the real thing, right? If she was lucky, she may be able to create something that looked like her boobs from a few feet away. But as soon as somebody would go near the sculpture to inspect it more closely, or, heaven forbid, touch it, the trickery would become obvious.

Another alternative would be to convince another woman to help her out, someone with a similar built and skin tone, with massive, soft, pliable boobs just like hers. The only problem was that she knew of no-one who would fit into that category. And even if she would find such a person, how on earth would she convince her to cooperate? Not an easy task.

She returned to her little workshop, her mind spinning, and carefully examined all the materials again. She would need to focus on the looks only, on the texture, the color, on replicating how her tits looked in that column from some distance away, squeezed by the tight holes.

Yes, this sounded almost doable, but the materials she tested weren't all that great. She would need to find something better. And how would she go about creating those replica breasts? She would certainly need to make some sort of cast, some form that she could later use to create the actual objects, the sculpture of her bosom.

Ann grabbed her laptop and decided to do some research, again. She quickly found endless variants of products and massive amounts of tutorials on how an artist could create a sculpture using polyurethane foam or other types of casting resin to create a cast or the sculpture itself. She had researched most of the stuff already.

She knew that some people used wax to do an initial outline, some plaster to create a form. Others used one type of polyurethane for the cast and another one for the sculpture. There were endless options, but nothing seemed very fitting for what she intended to do.

But then she stumbled over a product called 'ElastoHug Casting VDSE'. This particular piece of kit was marketed as the ideal choice to create realistic casts of soft objects in difficult environments. The 'VDSE' part stood for 'viscous delayed setting edition' and was intended to highlight the main property of this variant.

The material came in thin sheets that could be wrapped around the object like modeling clay. Once that part was done, the mass would need to be wetted with water, which would then start a chemical reaction that would liquefy the material into viscous goo. This goo would in turn sink into every nook and cranny of the object and slowly harden again over the course of a few hours.

Once that process was completed, the master object could be removed and the cast would be done. The end result would be a solid form, shiny and hard from the outside, and an exact replica of the master's surface property, wherever both came into contact with each other.

Ann smiled. This was exactly what she needed. Why didn't she find this before? The only slight problem was that this stuff was incredibly expensive. They wanted 200 dollars for the smallest pack! Considering her current financial situation, and the fact that she'd also need to buy some materials for the actual sculpture, this was definitely way over her budget.

She kept browsing on the site, hoping to find cheaper alternatives. And indeed there was a section called 'daily deals', where a similar product called "ElastoHug Casting VDSSIE" was offered for only 20 bucks per packet. She checked the label. The additional 'SI' in the name apparently stood for 'Strong Impact', whatever that meant in this context. Everything seemed to be the same, except for a few notes that read:

Dear artist, please be aware of the following:

1) This product should only be used to create casts of rigid or semi-rigid objects, as the resin will contract during the setting process and exercise significant force against the master sample to accurately replicate its surface structure.

2) This product will emit significant heat during the setting process and should therefore only be used with heat-resistant master samples.

3) This product may cause light irritation on skin and should not be handled without protective gloves or similar.

4) Depending on material, temperature and other factors, the minimum setting time of this product may vary between two to twelve hours. It is recommended to let the product harden overnight in a cool place. Avoid any disturbance of the setting process. Do not touch the resin as this may cause damage to its structure.

5) You may wrap the moist resin in aluminum foil or saran wrap before the setting procedure to protect it during this critical phase. Once the setting has started, do not remove any such foil or otherwise manipulate the material. Wait until the setting is complete before removing any wrapping (12 hours recommended).

Ann frowned. What a bummer! Looked like this product wasn't for her after all. Curious about what others had to say, she clicked on the 'read reviews' button and read:

funnybunny: I have used this resin to create a cast of my own hand, as I wanted to create a model of it. First, I was skeptical because of those warnings. But it worked flawlessly. My hand got a bit itchy and pinkish, but that went away after a few minutes. Also, there was very light pressure building up during the setting, and the resin pushed slightly against my hand as it expanded. But that was barely noticeable! I think the manufacturer grossly overstates the irritation risk and the expansion, probably because they want to sell you the much more expensive VDSE variant. I can definitely recommend this product! Don't let those warnings fool you!

The comment below read:

level99: Agree with funnybunny, this product is great and a real steal for this price. Get it, you won't be disappointed!

The next one simply said:

ImAnArtist: ^ this^

And yet another one stated:

FunkyGal: Yep, worked as advertised!

She clicked further, seIected the only one star review for comparison. It said:

TheGreatHeadShaper: Ugh, don't believe the positive comments, this stuff is vile! And dangerous! Tried to create a cast of my head... What a disaster! Thought my trusty old noggin would explode! The pressure was unbearable, and it felt like my eyes would pop out. Also, that rash! Still scratching my ears all the time! DON'T USE THIS ON YOUR BODY!

Ann groaned. Why was it always like that? Why can't those reviewers have one opinion for once? Well, there were 20 positive reviews and only one really negative one. Maybe that guy got a defective product? Yes, that would make sense. So... should she try it? She pondered, trying to make sense of everything she just read.

She sighed. She was so fed up with this, she had so much to prepare and no time for this bullshit. Ann blinked and boldly clicked the 'buy' button. With a pounding heart, she ordered a number of sheets. With overnight shipping she should have everything by tomorrow. This just had to work! The manufacturer surely just overstated the risk to be on the safe side, right?

Then Ann searched for actual modeling resin. She needed something life-like, something soft, which ideally would copy her skin structure in a realistic manner. She wanted the duplicate to have a skin-like texture so that the ambient light would break and reflect like on an actual body. If she learned anything in the short time at the university, it was that details and working materials matter. A lot.

She browsed through plenty of art supply sites again, looking for anything that would fit her requirements. After a bit of searching she finally found a product that was advertised as ideal for creating soft, pliable body sculptures. The resin was apparently made of some latex-like material and its color tone was a bit like her own skin when she had a light tan.

The product was described as soft and flexible and, to Ann's surprise, it was also reasonably cheap. She ordered one package and sighed happily. That was it! That was all she really needed, except maybe for some paint!

The shipments arrived on the next day already, and Ann couldn't wait to get started. She dashed into her little workshop, packets balancing in her hands, and began to prepare for her little experiment. Ann locked the door, removed her shirt and bra and inspected her large boobs carefully. After having spent most of the night thinking about how to cast her breasts properly, she was positive that she devised a reasonably good strategy.

Ann unpacked the resin and inspected the gooey strips closely. The material felt almost like clay. She carefully laid some saran wrap on her workbench and put the strips of casting resins on it one by one. Ann then used a rolling pin to flatten the squishy material a bit and to bring it into the right shape. With a bit of water, she began wetting the material thoroughly.

Once the resin was wet and shiny, and Ann giggling with joy, she wrapped the whole thing around her torso so her breasts and back were all covered with the squishy material. The sensation was quite pleasant; the wet, cool material was pressing tightly against her hot skin and caused goosebumps everywhere. Ann grinned as she felt her nipples harden and poke into the clay.

Looking at her mirror, Ann frowned. This wasn't working as expected. The resin didn't cover the area between her boobs, her cleavage, at all! And her boobs were flattened by the wrap! Why didn't she think of this before? How should the replicas work, how would she stuff them through the holes in the column when they were compressed like that? Her mind spun, trying to come up with a clever solution to this new challenge.

She thought about making a wooden plate with holes and use that to shape her breasts before wrapping them up, but in the end she decided to simply put some rubber bands around the base of each tit while they're wrapped, so she wouldn't have to toss away the resin and start over again. Those bands would surely be enough to get her boobs in the proper shape, and that was exactly what she needed.

Ann quickly searched for suitable bands, and luckily found a jar full of such. She nervously sat down, ready to proceed with her plan, and, with shaky fingers, grabbed a handful of the strong rubber bands.

"Oww!"

The sting from the first band snapping around the base of her left breast surprised her. Even though her bust was all wrapped up like that, it hurt like hell. She closely inspected the result, pressed her shining, slightly bulging flesh and shook her head. That definitely was not enough pressure! She wasn't satisfied at all. Surely, the column would press her orbs into a much tighter package! She had to show some courage and outdo herself on this task!

The young artist groaned annoyed, concentrated on what she wanted to achieve, and began wrapping the rubber bands around her tits. One by one they snapped in place. And with each of the strong bands, Ann's fingers shook a bit more as her breasts were forced into tight, hard balls of flesh. Her eyes became watery by the time she had applied the full pack.

With tears in her eyes, the determined artist inspected her now throbbing tits that were neatly packed into shiny saran wrap. Ann was fascinated about the effect the bands had on her breasts, about the way her flesh was formed and compressed by the wrap that still neatly covered everything with resin and kept the material well protected.

She walked to her large mirror, savoring the movement of the tight balls with every step. When she looked at her reflection her heart skipped a beat. The sight was nothing short of spectacular! Two, perfectly round, shiny plastic balls looked back at her and just begged to be touched! They looked simply delicious! Ann grinned, this was perfect! Now she just had to wait for twelve hours before she could continue!

Though after a few minutes Ann wasn't so sure anymore. The resin was getting hotter and hotter, and her constricted boobs felt like wicked balls of fire. She desperately wanted to scratch herself, to relieve the itching sensation just a tiny bit. But if she didn't want to damage the resin, she had to keep her hands off her wrapped-up treasures.

She had to distract herself, had to keep her mind from focusing on her delicate boob situation. And the first sensible thing that came to her mind was to go to the cafeteria and chat with people.

She carefully put a body-hugging shirt on, pulled the cloth over her wrapped-up boobs and looked into the mirror to check if her constricted tits would show. But she looked like usual, like she would wear one of her push-up bras. Nothing awkward or suspicious there! Satisfied, she left her little workshop and headed to the cafeteria.

It got harder and harder to ignore the itching, and the heat generated by the resin almost killed her. Ann was sweating profusely and desperately tried to keep her hands off herself. And then she saw him. The dean. And he saw her, too! He smiled and waved at her and then quickly approached her table.

"Ann! I was looking for you since ages!" the dean beamed.

"Hi, glad to see you, too! Thank you for all your support! Really appreciate the opportunity to show my art!" Ann replied with a wide smile.

"My pleasure! Your art is simply amazing! So daring and provocative!" His eyes locked onto Ann's bulging breasts, "So these are the real ones, right? You made the sculpture after your own.... bust?"

Ann's face reddened as she nodded "Yes, yes I did. In fact, I'm working on an improved version just now!"

The dean looked at her with growing interest. "Really? Well, that's great to hear! Especially, because the well-known magazine 'The New Artist' just informed me that they will be covering the exhibition this year. And I'm sure your art will leave a lasting impression on the reporter!"

Ann's face reddened even more as she stuttered "D-Dean, I... I'm really glad about this opportunity and all. But I... I think this is a bit too much. I..."

Then something clicked inside her head, and she suddenly knew how she could make her little project so much easier on her nerves.

She continued, "For some reason, I can't stand witnessing how other people look at my art. When... when I hear them criticizing my work, or listen to their praises, my stomach churns and grumbles and I faint. That's why I avoid this situation at all cost. That's why you will rarely see me together with any of my artwork at any place. Remember, even in your office, you haven't seen me, right? I'd rather stay away and let people judge without me around."

Ann looked at the dean, hoping that he would swallow her sweet little lie.

The dean laughed, "Well, this is interesting indeed. I can somehow understand, but can assure you there is nothing you have to be ashamed of. Anyway, thanks for letting me know. I'll try my best to respect your wish. I can't guarantee that I can honor your request at all times, but I will certainly try to. Now, what's this improvement you mentioned earlier?" The dean's gaze locked on Ann's tightly packed twins.

The sensations on her compressed boobs came back with a bang. Sweat was forming on Ann's forehead; the intense heat felt like it would melt her breasts away any minute. Ann was barely able to reply and whispered, "It... will be a surprise..." Then she turned around and briskly walked away, back into the safety of her workshop.

The dean looked after her, puzzled, and laughed, "Artists! I never understood them! So emotional!" Then he too left the cafeteria.

The itch! The heat! The poor girl couldn't stand it any longer. She locked the door of her workshop, practically tore her shirt off and inspected her tightly encased boobs. Sweat was running down her cheeks, and she was howling in pain. Her breasts felt like they were being cooked! She wanted to rip this vile stuff from her body! But then the project would have failed, and she wouldn't have a solution for her little problem!

Ann ran to the little refrigerator and ripped the door open. Ice! Where was the ice? The desperate girl grabbed all the ice she could find, lay down on the floor and put the welcoming cold over her heated, hurting boobs. That helped a bit at least.

Ann was cursing. She was furious about herself, about her stupidity. Why did she use that awful stuff? Why didn't she listen to that review? This guy was so right! She just hoped that her twins would be able to cope with the challenge!

She looked at the watch. Barely an hour ago since she wrapped her breasts with the resin. How should she survive this? Meds! Maybe there were some painkillers somewhere! And some sleeping pills, too! If she just popped a few of them and got to sleep? Tomorrow, everything would be fine!

On shaky legs Ann approached the little medicine cabinet located in the bathroom. Thank god, painkillers! She popped some of them, grabbed some sleeping pills and went to her bedroom. It was just 3pm, but there was no way she could go through this awake! Determined to ignore the itching, Ann swallowed some of the sleeping pills and sighed relieved as her mind went dizzy. Minutes later, the stressed out girl came to rest and dozed off.

At 4am in the morning Ann stirred. She didn't know where she was, couldn't remember what happened. Just that something around her torso felt pretty weird and made it incredibly hard to breathe. Puzzled, the young woman crawled out of her bed. Her clumsy fingers found the switch and she turned on the light.

And then, she shrieked in shock.

Chapter 3

Ann stared into the mirror in disbelief. What she saw on that silver screen was absolutely terrifying. The saran-wrapped upper part of her body was tightly encased by a shiny, white, rigid material. Its polished, shimmering surface looked actually pretty neat, but those two objects that sprang from it weren't what they used to be. Their shape was like nothing she had ever seen before! Those things more resembled some weird, alien plants than anything else.

And worst of all, it was all her own fault! Why did she go cheap when ordering the resin? There were plenty of warnings everywhere, she had nobody to blame but herself! She had trouble comprehending that those two bulbous things that towered above her rib cage were actually part of her own body.

The bases of those strange objects were rather slim so that they somehow looked like gigantic light bulbs. Or mushrooms. They definitely didn't look like they belonged to herself anymore, and they didn't look like her own breasts at all! And worse, they weren't in any shape or form that would have been useful for the task at hand. This wasn't going to result in any casts she could use to make her replicas!

Ann felt incredible pressure on her disfigured boobs. This hurt! She stumbled, had to grab a chair to not collapse on the floor. Her fingers explored the hard, white shell that hugged her body so tightly. She feared her ribs would crack any moment, and that her tits would simply fall off and roll on the ground! The shell was so tight and rigid that she couldn't even get a finger between the material and her skin! Her heart raced in panic.

Poor Ann was about to hyperventilate, on the verge of losing her mind. She feared that she would be trapped for life in this strange, concrete-like corset she just created. Somehow she had to crack the nasty thing open! But how? Ann tried once again to get a finger under her strange, body-hugging prison, but to no avail.

She looked around her room for a solution, for tools to use. Her scissors! Maybe those would work? But the blades didn't make a dent in the hard surface when she tried to cut it open. The frightened girl searched around in panic, desperate to find something, anything that would free her. But there was nothing that seemed of help, nothing that could get her out of this nightmare.

And so she did the only thing that she could think of and called Sue, her longtime friend and fellow artist. Sue's field of work was quite a bit different though. Ann never understood video arts, and always wondered just how many people actually watched her works. But that didn't stop them becoming close friends in just a few days after meeting for the first time.

Yes, this was definitely a Sue situation. She couldn't even imagine asking anybody else for help. With Sue, it was different. Sue was always easy-going. Sue would help her and Ann wouldn't even feel awkward afterward.

"It's 4am, bitch! What are you thinking?! Better hope this is important!"

Ann creaked, barely able to control her voice, "Listen, Sue. I... I have a bit of a ...situation here. I... I need your help. It's really urgent!"

Ann explained her situation quickly, but her friend was obviously not really awake just yet.

"Wait... You did WHAT?"

Sue couldn't believe what she just heard. Apparently, Ann was working on some fucked-up art project and got herself into trouble. Big trouble. She sighed. Of course she would need to help her. Again. At 4am in the morning. Fuck.

"Calm down, honey. I'll be there any minute!" Sue groaned.

When she arrived, Ann was in tears, sitting on her bed and sobbing uncontrollably. Sue's eyebrows rose as she saw the white, corset-like thing that encased Ann's upper body. And the two objects that stuck out of it like strange, alien creatures.

"Your boobs ... look funny, sweetie!" she grinned, "So what exactly did you want to achieve with this... art project?"

"I... I just wanted to create molds! But... it kind of went sideways, I guess. Can you please get me out of this? My tits fucking hurt!"

"Molds, huh? Well, it looks like it kind of worked!" Sue giggled. The curious girl approached Ann and touched the hard surface of the material.

"Wow, feels like stone or something!"

"I know!" sobbed Ann, "It's like a freaking corset made of concrete! Look at me!" Tears flowed freely.

"Don't freak out, we'll find a solution. Let me have a closer look at it."

Sue examined the hard shell, tried to wiggle a finger underneath the material.

"Did you keep the instructions? There must be a way to cut this open!"

Ann nodded, "I think they're still at the workshop, with all the other boxes and stuff."

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute. Just wait here and don't do anything stupid! Well, this is already way beyond stupid anyways, but... just don't move, OK?"

Ann looked at her, eyes wide open and wet from tears, "Please, help me?!"

It didn't take long for Sue to find the instructions. She frowned as she read through the rather concise text. The only information that was remotely relevant was a short paragraph that explained how the 'master object' could be removed after the resin has hardened.

"If the resin is wrapped around the master in a manner that does not allow for removal without destruction, use a thin saw, chisel or a wire cutter to carefully cut the hardened resin away. For fragile master objects, use of a small chisel with a rubber hammer is recommended."

Great! Just great! Sue looked around the workshop, her eyes wandering over the wooden column. A chisel, right. But wait, what the hell was THAT thing over there? And why were two holes in it? She examined the strange object more closely.

The wooden material the column was made of looked rather expensive, almost luxurious. But why the holes? And what were those funny rollers about, that were fixed inside around the rim of those holes? What was Ann's latest project again? Did she even tell her?

Back in Ann's little room, Sue waved a chisel and a rubber hammer in front of her friend's eyes, smiling broadly.

"Found the instructions, sweetie! And got the right tools, too!"

Ann sighed relieved. "Thank god, you are back!"

"Now, let's remove the saran wrap and get to work! Oh, and those rubber bands, too! Why did you put them on in the first place?"

"Well, I thought that would shape them nicely. Otherwise the resin wouldn't cover my ... cleavage. And I couldn't think of a better way. But obviously they were quite a bit too strong, and now I'm stuck with two mushrooms instead!" she whimpered.

Sue grinned, "Sure. Whatever. So let's get rockin'!"

With renewed hope, Ann waddled towards Sue and let her cut the rubber bands and rip the saran wrap away. She didn't feel a thing; the hard cast shielded her breasts completely.

"So you'll have to chisel me up?" Ann asked with a doubtful look.

"Yep. That's what they say. By the way, I saw a strange thing in your workshop..."

"Yes?"

"A huge, wooden column. Somebody apparently destroyed it, cut two holes into the beautiful piece..."

"Well, the two holes... they're kind of necessary..."

"So you did this?"

"Yes... the column... my breasts... I'm..."

Sue looked quizzically.

Ann sighed, "OK. Listen. I'm pretending my boobs are a sculpture of their own... My take on 'body art', I guess. I'll put the column somewhere public, sneak into it and squeeze my naked tits through the holes."

"Wow. Wait. Really? I mean... wow!"

Ann blushed, "Yep. People think it's a breast sculpture, but in fact it's me."

"And you enjoy being in there, touched by total strangers..."

"Y... yes..."

"So you're a bit of an exhibitionist and look for excuses to show yourself? And what are you trying to do now?"

"No, I mean...Yes... No... argh, fuck it! Yes, yes you're right I guess." Ann's face reddened even more, "Anyway, the dean liked my 'sculpture' so much that he now wants to have it at a freaking exhibition!"

Sue grinned, "So it was a success, right? Just what you wanted! You must be thrilled!"

Ann smirked, "Of course I'm thrilled. I'm so excited! But how would that work out? Obviously, I can't present my art while I'm in there. So I need an actual sculpture...a replica. But now I'm stuck in this freaking thing and my tits are about to fall off! And they hurt like fuck!"

Sue giggled, "Now I get it. So, you want to create some molds of your breasts to make an actual replica of them?"

"Exactly! I... I need to create near-perfect copies of them, so that I don't need to be in the column myself all the time."

Sue smirked, her eyes piercing Ann, "Still can't get my head around this project. Just to get it right, so you stay in that column and have your tits ... hanging through the holes... for everyone to see?"

"Well, they were not really hanging... more bulging, but in short, yes."

Sue whistled, "You're a naughty little girl, Ann. Did you get wet down there? Was it exciting to have your tits groped?"

"You have no idea, Sue. It was fantastic! The most exciting thing I ever did! I'm getting all worked up again just thinking about it!"

Sue smirked, "I guess I get it now. You're quite a hot little bitch, sweetie. And now brace yourself. I'll try to open the cast around your boobs so we see if they survived!"

"Around my... breasts? Why... why not at my back, or my sides?"

"Well, you want your boobs bulging, right? And those molds should have the correct size at the end. But by what I can tell, your tits are way too compressed right now and have a rather weird shape. I think you'll find that the mold, while usable, won't accurately reflect your actual size. So we'll need to do it again. And this... corset... for a lack of better words... will be quite helpful as it accurately simulates the column. If my estimates are right, your tits will balloon through those openings just like when you are in that... thing!"

"So you think the molds are not usable?"

"Actually, no. But let's see!"

With that, Sue took the chisel and told Ann to lie on her back. She inspected the cast once again and said, "I'll open it here, just around the base of those melons of yours. Then we can pop it off and see if those forms are still useful. Now hold still so I won't hurt you!"

Slowly but carefully Sue hammered away, chiseling a small gap into the hard material. Ann closed her eyes, hoping that her friend would be careful and not injure her in the process.

Sue expertly opened the cast around the bases of her breasts piece by piece. It took almost an hour until she declared, "This is it, I think both sides should be ready now. Let's try to get your tits free!"

Sue pulled at the bulbous object that still trapped Ann's left breast. The tugging caused the hard form to move a bit, but her breast stayed firmly inside, stuck in its strange prison. Sue pulled harder and harder, but the tit wouldn't budge.

Desperate to get out of there, Ann grabbed hold of her hurting breast and, with combined efforts, the girls pulled the hard object away from Ann's body. Her trapped tit stretched further and further. And then, with a mighty bang, it suddenly popped free.

Ann howled in pain as the resin was ripped from her skin. She clutched her red, hot breast, tears welling up in her eyes. She was so relieved that at least one of her breasts finally was free again! If just the pain wouldn't be so nasty!

And Sue laughed like a maniac. She had to actually hold her tummy while she cackled hysterically. The one, giant, red boob that was now expanding just in front of her eyes was just too much for her. What a stimulating sight! One breast still trapped and compressed into a tight, white light bulb of sorts, the other one red and hot, wobbling and shaking like a bulging melon!

"Tits is udderly s-boob-tacular!" Sue giggled, "I never saw a boobie like tits before!"

"Oh come on, Sue," groaned Ann, "You're ridiculous! Your jokes never were funny, so don't try now. Let's get the other sucker out, too!"

"Aww, don't you have any sense of humor? That was incredible! But well, let's free your other melon."

Again, both pulled at the cast and ripped the tight mold from her other breast with force. Ann howled and cursed as the material finally gave way and her other tit popped out of its prison.

"I could do that forever!" giggled Sue, "Look at you, look how nice and puffy your melons are! Tasty! There, head over to that mirror and see for yourself!"

Sue helped Ann from her bed and pushed her in front of the large mirror.

"Oh fuck, this looks ridiculous!" Ann squeaked, "My fucking tits look like some gigantic tomatoes or something. Look how red and puffed up they are! And still bulging like freaking balloons! And they itch!"

Ann scratched her tortured flesh, squeezed and mauled her hot twins. "Owww... fuck, what a nightmare! And I don't even have the mold yet! How should I ever make those stupid fake boobs?"

Ann's friend picked up the two, now hollow, mushroom-shaped objects and inspected them with interest. These were fascinating! The surface showed the very structure of Ann's skin! The area around her hard nipples looked particularly interesting, as every detail of those little hard nubs was clearly visible when she shone a light into the hard form. Certainly, the resin's capabilities were top-notch!

"Look at those things, Ann! They're awesome! You could create boob-vases out of them!" she grinned.

"Wow, and look at the surface! I knew it was the right stuff! Just a bit too small though. Not my natural size, I guess!" Ann laughed embarrassed, "So what now?"

"How about trying it again? But this time, I'll help and make sure that your tits are adequately replicated!"

"No other choice anyway, right? Did you check if there is still enough of that resin stuff left?"

"Should be plenty. Let's head into the workshop. Here, put your sweater on, so nobody gets a heart attack when we hit the streets!"

There were indeed some awkward moments as both girls walked through the city. A bunch of young guys were openly staring at Ann's impressive, ballooning bust which was jiggling under her sweater. They heard some catcalls and awkward ...invitations... for lack of a better word.

Some people were ogling Ann's jumping melons like they were some tasty fruits or something. And one older creep actually tried to feel her up, tried to touch Ann's itchy assets with his sweaty hands. But when Sue stared straight into his eyes and raised her eyebrow in disgust, he hustled away.

Once they arrived at the workshop, both took stock and put all the supplies they could find on the table. Ann couldn't wait to get started again, and rummaged through her stuff to find what they needed.

With Sue's help, the whole ordeal became just so much easier! Ann climbed on two sawhorses and positioned herself so that her corset was flush with the wooden supports and her naked, swollen boobs dangled freely below her. Sue then knelt down and started teasing her swaying tits. She grabbed Ann's hardening nipples and pulled at them, jokingly imitating a milking motion.

"This will be fun," she giggled, "It definitely was worth it to come here, even at 4:30 in the morning!"

Ann laughed, "Glad you enjoy this! But can you be a bit more careful please? Those suckers still hurt! Also, we have stuff to do!"

"Oh, sorry! And yes, we'll need to prepare you now. I'll need to wrap your boobs up a bit to get them in shape. They need to be bulging through those holes, right?"

And before Ann could even answer, Sue pulled at one tit and wrapped its base with some kind of elastic bandage. Ann was curious to find out what her friend actually did, but she couldn't see a thing as her view was obstructed by the wooden sawhorses that supported her body.

The feeling was nice though. Somehow, Sue's actions increased the sensitivity of her tits, and Ann definitely liked those sensations caused by the stretchy material. Once Sue had wrapped up about a hand's width of her flesh, she snapped some strong rubber band around each base for good measure and marveled at the spectacular sight.

"They are so pretty, honey! I just love the puffed up look of your gigantic udders! Never seen something even close to this before!"

"Uh-huh..." Ann groaned, not knowing what to respond. She had the feeling Sue was a bit too enthusiastic. Was this level of constraint really needed, just to create those casts? She had some doubt.

Sue was getting busy again and continued with her work. She wrapped another layer of bandage around her twins while she explained to the complaining Ann, "We'll need to get them nice and puffy first, before we cover them with resin again. This way they get into the proper shape!"

Ann still couldn't see what was happening, but she was definitely concerned. Everything seemed quite a bit tighter than previously, and she could feel her boobs swelling up quickly.

But Sue was totally absorbed in her task as she covered Ann's still itchy twins with a thin layer of resin. The itching only got worse by the new coating, and Ann simply couldn't stand it anymore. Her hands suddenly moved towards her bulging beauties and she scratched herself, messing up the already applied resin.

Sue watched with displeasure as Ann grabbed her itching breasts. She shook her head and whispered, "You really shouldn't touch yourself there. You'll damage the resin! The instructions are quite explicit about this! In fact, you already destroyed what I have applied, and I have to do it all over again!"

"I know!", Ann creaked, "But I can't tolerate this itch any longer! It's hideous!"

"Well, in that case we need to do something about it so you don't mess up again. Right?" Sue murmured, grabbed Ann's hands and pulled them together behind her back. Within moments, she wrapped some zip ties around her wrists and pulled them tight.

"Hey! You can't do that!" Ann complained, but Sue just shook her head and groaned.

"I'm just taking care! You'd jeopardize everything again! And you won't die just because you can't scratch yourself for a few hours, so deal with it! We're doing this for you, remember?"

Ann sighed. Of course Sue was right, but binding her hands for this? Really? She couldn't move them a bit anymore! She was totally helpless!

Sue smirked and nonchalantly returned to applying the resin. She cleaned the messed-up bits and carefully covered the entire breast in a thin layer, until everything was nice and wet again.

Ann thought Sue was done already, when she saw her kneeling down in front of her and poking her with some kind of Q-Tip. Well, actually she wasn't poking her but slid around her boobs, like she was drawing a fancy pattern into the resin. What the hell was the point of this? But Ann didn't want to complain again so she