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