At least she had gotten some rest. Ann's breasts still hurt from yesterday's feeble tries, but nothing she couldn't deal with. Just that her attempts to create replicas of her soft twins haven't been really successful.
She had gone out clubbing with Sue the day before and her head was still dizzy from all the booze. They had agreed to meet again around noon to finally create something usable. She just hoped Sue would show up. That girl looked pretty hammered!
Ann was still a bit miffed by how Sue took advantage of her, how her friend used those hurting boobs for her own project instead of helping with that mold. Well, now that Sue got what she wanted, she would need to assist her in return!
When the two of them met at the workshop a few hours later, Sue was beaming, "Just checked that recording I did yesterday. Absolutely brilliant! A few hours of work and my best-ever movie will be ready! Do you think I can convince the dean to show it at the exhibition? Maybe as background for your work?"
Ann laughed, "I like that idea! Let's ask Mr Roberts next time we see him! But now, let's make those fucking molds!"
The two girls quickly devised a plan, this time taking into account everything they had learned. They even had an idea to take care of the shrinking properties of the resin!
Soon, Ann had to strip naked and climb into her column again, with Sue happily assisting her to get everything in place. She almost forgot how tight that wooden prison was, that her arms only fitted if she had them stretched over her head.
"Finally I get to see how those rollers work," grinned Sue as Ann pressed her large breasts against the tight holes.
"Indeed. Now watch closely, here they come!" laughed Ann and pressed the switch that was located above her head, right below her fingertips.
An audible hum emanated from within the column, and two soft, squishy objects slowly bulged through the openings.
"Wow, works like a charm! I can see your tits already!" giggled Sue and grabbed a handful of the warm flesh, yanking it roughly through the small holes.
"Oww... Wait!" squealed Ann, but it was too late. Both of her boobs were thoroughly trapped already and began to slowly balloon up.
"Time to get to work, hon!" smirked Sue and grabbed some sheets of resin.
She carefully wetted Ann's bulging melons and started to wrap them up in the sheets. Sue took special care to squeeze some of the stuff between Ann's tits and the rims of the openings, so that the replicas would be big enough to be fixed into the holes. Once she had covered everything in saran wrap she chirped, "Time to get the pump!" and left the room.
Ann was alone again, stuck in her column. But this time she didn't feel so vulnerable. She had Sue to take care of her after all! And she knew that it would only take moments for her to get the pump and those attachments, so they could support her tits properly against the force of the hardening resin.
The door opened again. That was quick!
"Ann? Are you here? I wanted to chat with you about the exhibition! We'll need to discuss some logistics!"
Fuck, it was Mr Roberts! The dean! Ann's pulse raced. Hopefully he wouldn't spot her!
The man looked around, searching for his favorite art student. Ah, there was that incredible column, and apparently Ann already worked on an improved sculpture! The objects were still wrapped in some kind of foil, so the artist was obviously in the process of creating them! He stepped closer, thoroughly inspecting the fine work.
Suddenly, the door bust open and Sue shouted, "I'm back, Ann, time to get your melons ballooning up! Oh... Hi Mr Roberts! What an honor to have you here!"
"Hi Sue, do you know where Ann is? I have to discuss something with her..."
Sue smirked, "Oh, isn't she in her workshop? I thought I heard her somewhere. She asked me to bring this vacuum pump to expand her sculpture a bit. She said, they're still a bit too small ..."
"Well, she doesn't seem to be around, does she? I mean, her sculpture is here, but where is our gifted artist?"
Ann held her breath. Hopefully, Sue didn't spoil it! There she was again, hidden in that column, tits through holes, in the same room as the dean himself. And he had no clue about it. Just like the last time. Her boobs started to itch. Fuck! Was the resin already setting? Come on, Sue! Just get him out of the room already! Quick!
"Well, looks like she had some urgent matters to attend." Sue mused, fumbling her phone out of the pocket. She glanced at the screen.
"Yup, got a message from her. Says her mother had an accident and is in the hospital. Ann went there already. No wonder she isn't around!"
"Oh, poor girl!" whispered the dean, "Hope her mother is ok?"
"Sure hope so! She also mentions her sculpture, and asks if I could use the pump on it while she's away. Apparently that resin is drying up quickly and she wants to grow them bit before it's too late and they harden up. But I'm really not sure how to do this. I'm videographer, not a sculptor!"
"Well, I can assist you, if you want," offered the dean, "Her art very special and I would be honored to have part in it!"
Oh no! What was Sue doing? Ann couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Sue really trying to get Mr Roberts to work on her tits? Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, her hands trembling with anticipation. She desperately tried to breathe slowly, to stay silent. She just hoped he wouldn't spot her.
"Sue, are you familiar with Ann's work?"
"Not really, no. Just know that she is working on this breast sculpture. We met a few months ago, and she was kind enough to model for my latest video project, which is also pretty breast-y," she chuckled, "She told me about the exhibition and I wondered if I could show my movie there, kind of as background to her work. It's about the same pair of tits after all!"
The dean raised his eyebrows, "Sounds interesting, what is your project about?"
"Well, I really don't want to spoil it for you, so no details just yet. But it prominently features Ann's incredible boobs, and it'll be amazing!" she laughed nervously, looking at the older man.
"Well, I'll think about it. But now, let's help our artist. What are we supposed to do?"
Ann groaned under her breath. That bitch was really going for it! But then, it was about fucking time! that itch got worse and her melons already felt the pressure quite a bit!