"Only 10 dollars?" May looked sceptical, "Try to do best, but maybe not enough..." she muttered and started talking to the man again.
Lily let her eyes wander around. What kind of shop was this anyway? She saw a small fridge with some cans of coke, a bucket full of roasted chickens, some rice balls and fruits. But the majority of the shop looked more like a workshop. Some tools suggested that they could sharpen your knives and do some small repairs. There was odd tubing, electrical wire and other stuff lying around.
The elderly owner frowned and yelled, but May didn't give in. She talked and talked until, finally, the man hustled off into the back of the building. A few moments later, he returned with a large bucket full of what looked like oil, a bunch of empty coke cans and a handful of nylon straps like the ones used to zip up backpacks. He vanished again while May tried to explain his proposal.
"This... only oil he has. But it's ... special... for back pain... Massage... hot oil... I... I can't explain..."
Lily looked at the canister. It had a green cross on it and the only english words she could make out were 'therapeutic heat', '24h+' and 'back pain'. So this was supposed to make her boobs squishy?
"And what's the other stuff?"
"Say... opening in bus small like coke... He say use can to make small... with belt... and then ring. Belt too expensive..."
"I... I'm not sure if I understand..."
May grabbed pen and paper and quickly drew some scribbles. Lily could make out her boobs; there was something metallic that got pushed around them; and the belts.
Suddenly she understood. He wanted to cut the cans open and use the metal to squeeze her tits in shape! With the belts! Lily was amazed. So simple, yet so effective! She nodded vigorously, "Good plan, I think it can work!"
May smiled happily. The old man returned and put a handful of large, sturdy brass rings and two rusty, old handles on the counter. The handles looked like those used by standing passengers in busses or trams to prevent falling over. The man grabbed one of the empty cans and put it on top of one of the brass rings, showing that the ring was slightly smaller than the bottom of the can. He looked at May expectantly. The girl smiled and nodded.
The clerk grinned at her, looked at Lily, grinned again and nodded happily. He heaved the heavy bucket on the counter, said something to May and gestured towards Lily.
"Please... boobs in oil... now!" the girl explained. Lily stepped closer, reluctantly bowed in front of the counter, and let her heavy breasts slip into the dark, oily mess.
"It tingles!" was her first thought. The owner suddenly had his hands covered in rubber gloves and started to apply oil to the parts of her chest that were not covered yet. He carefully checked if her whole breast was treated well before he started to talk with May again.
"Remove now, please?" said May and Lily heaved her large assets out of the bucket again. Oil was dripping from her bare melons as she looked at her new friend questionably.
"Please, wait a moment!" the girl said while the owner grabbed an empty coke can and cut it open with a few skillful moves. He removed the top and bottom and cut through the length of the can's body. Then, he quickly bent the remaining metal sheath open and proceeded with the next can. Once he completed the process with six of them, he grabbed the two handles and motioned Lily to step closer.
The frightened girl presented her oily, tingly breasts and wondered what would happen next. Suddenly, the old man grabbed one of her nipples and painfully twisted it until it was hard as rock. He then took some brass rings, pushed them over the small metal cylinders attached to the handles, and jammed the end of one cylinder onto the hard nub, quickly turning a hidden screw. This closed a pair of serrated toothy clamps inside and locked it tight around her budding nipple. Lily squeaked surprised.
Grinning with joy, the man let the handle go and watched it dangle from Lily's glistening breast, rings clinking against each other.
The girl nearly doubled over as the pain hit her with a bang. Her tits were on fire! Or so it felt. Like being roasted alive, her large breasts burned as if they would sizzle on a grill. Lily couldn't put any sense into it. Was it the oil? Was that the 'therapeutic effect'? If so, she was in deep trouble.
But before Lily could even mention in how much distress she was, the old man simply continued with the other side. Soon, Lily found herself adorned with two very practical, large handles that just waited to be pulled, but the awful heat occupied her so thoroughly that she didn't even register what was happening around her.
The old man jiggled the rusty metal and laughed. Then, he turned to May and explained what she had to do.
May said, "Please go down... knees... there?" and pointed to a work bench. Lily didn't react.
The calm girl repeated "Please go down there?" and slapped her breast lightly.
Finally, Lily complied and kneeled down, her red, hot breasts sitting on top of the rough, wooden bench. The owner quickly presented some steel wire which he guided through each handle and fastened them on a hook hanging from the ceiling. Grinning from one ear to the other, he grabbed dirty, yellow box hanging from a thick cable and pressed a button on it.
A large motor sprang to life and the hook was pulled upwards with might. Lily screamed surprised as her tits were suddenly pulled forward and up, the force of the powerful motor ripping her nipples away from her body. May covered her mouth in fear as she watched mesmerized, while the old man giggled with joy.
Within seconds, Lily's breasts were transformed into two, long sausages pointing skywards. Lily panted heavily, watching in panic as her breasts got longer and thinner while the work bench in front of her creaked from the pressure of her body.
"Ugh...stop it, please?" she wailed, scared that something might break any moment.
The owner slowly approached her, tested the diameter of her breasts and chuckled as he turned the machine off. He motioned towards May who grabbed the bent metal pieces and put them on the table next to Lily's horribly deformed twins.
The man then took one of the sheaths and placed it around Lily's stretched flesh. It almost fitted already, just a bit of squeezing with the belts and it would be perfect! He gestured towards May and asked her to help with the next steps.
Both, May and the owner, took one of the nylon belts and wound it around the half-open body of the can. They quickly pulled the straps tight and made the thin metal sheet squeeze the base of her left breast. The clerk carefully checked if the old coke can was tight enough before they proceeded with the next piece.
Soon, Lily's breasts were wrapped in metal, the remains of three coke cans covering each side. No part of her breast was spared and the girl's assets were covered in their entirety. Lily complained vocally about the pain, the heat and everything, but May knew she had a mission to fulfil. And the shop owner enjoyed this unusal job tremendously.
After checking that the metal cylinder was thin enough, the man started to push the solid brass rings over the cans and carefully removed the nylon straps as soon as the rings held everything together. One ring went to the very end, to the base of each breast. Another one covered the middle of the first can on each side. The fifth and sixth ring covered the middle of the second can. And the final two rings made sure the last two cans stayed in place, too.
Now it was time to release the handles. Everything was ready. May glanced at the watch. Only five more minutes until the bus departed. The hook relaxed its pull and descended. Finally! Lily groaned happily as the strain on her tender nipples lessened. Was she done? It sure looked so!
The elderly man carefully checked if the rings indeed held everything in place. He then opened the screws on the handles and removed them from Lily's hurting, deformed breasts. The shop owner smirked happily as he delivered the final touch - the lids. With quick hands, he pushed the lids over the ends of the contraption so that their rim locked into the end of the cans and sealed the containers off. He then stuck his fingers into the small opening through which usually the drink is poured out and searched for her hard nipples. Once he found them, he pulled the little pebbles through and asked May to hold them in place.
With an evil grin, the old man reached for a pair of clothespins and snapped them shut around the base of each nipple. He laughed heartily and exchanged a few words with May.
"Finish!" the girl declared happily, "Coke-bra!"
Lily smirked. Yes, coke-bra indeed. She looked down at herself, examined the odd device that squeezed her scaldingly hot tits. Well, it looked like everything worked out in the end except hat her tits got squeezed like sardines in a tin can!
Lily blinked away the tears, nodded politely towards too old man and asked, "Food, drinks?"
