The next day, after a good, long rest, Valerie looked into the mirror, like she did every morning, and examined her body. Why were people so obsessed with her breast? Were these things really so special? She grabbed her left boob and made it bulge. It looked funny, but other than that she found nothing interesting about the odd appendage. Sure, her skin was smooth and spotless, her nipple cute and rosy, and the whole globe was positively massive, but nothing out of the ordinary she thought.
Valerie toyed with her hardening nipple a bit more as she analyzed the strange situation she found herself in. The fact that her breasts were now her only source of income made her queasy, but she had to admit that she enjoyed letting people play with them. Wasn't this a good thing? She may be dependent on people groping her for money, but at least she had fun in her job, right? But was this all she would ever do in her life? Letting strangers play with her tits and get paid for it? What would she tell people if they asked about her job? After a bit of unproductive pondering, Valerie shrugged and checked her messages.
The first booking of TeamScience was coming up today and Valerie was terribly nervous about it. This one was different from her previous engagements, this was not only about fooling around with her boobs but using them for actual research. She dreaded being used as a guinea pig for some new medication and wondered why on Earth she had accepted the request in the first place. Of course, being part of a team creating a new miracle drug to help women in need was great in theory, and the thought that her tits would actually be put to some good use for society was thrilling. But it also seemed terribly dangerous and she really did not look forward to having her breasts abused and potentially harmed for 'the greater good'. Hopefully these people knew what they were doing! In the end, she had not much choice though. She had accepted the request already and they paid good money, so of course she would honor the booking.
What the 'Silent Option' requirement actually meant became clear once Valerie stood in front of the open box. In addition to the usual vibrator, an unassuming ball-gag was waiting for her. First, Valerie ignored the pervy toy and tried to get into the casket without wearing it. But the top wouldn't close. Then, she considered aborting the engagement but remembered the consequences of such a reckless reaction. Not only would she give up an incredibly well-paying gig but she would also be considered unreliable which would negatively affect her future prospects. No, she would honor the booking, no matter what.
And so she popped the ball between her teeth, fastened the harness around her head and arranged herself in the comfy box, the heavenly toy stuffed deep inside her glistening sex. The top finally came down and soon the familiar hands were pulling her breasts through the tight holes again, preparing her wares for the session until they were sealed in cling-film once more. The world shook around her as she was transported into another room.
She heard people moving about outside and could only imagine a busy lab full of scientists in white gowns talking sciency stuff, and her pristine, film-covered tits sitting atop of a metal table, ready for some weird experiments.
"Finally! If those things don't yield good results we are done for."
"How did you actually get permission for the trial, Diane?"
"Well, I didn't. But I can't afford this project to fail. The simulations have been very encouraging so far but for some reason the higher-ups are losing patience. If we don't produce some good, hard data that shows this drug is actually doing what we promised, they will cut our funding by the next quarter. So what am I supposed to do?"
"Isn't that risky? Who knows what the drug will do to those!"
"Don't be such a wimp, Gordon. Everything will be fine. The worst that could happen is that these boobies feel a bit tender for a few days. But look at those fat funbags. They can take a beating, don't you think? I'm sure they have been through much worse than this."
Valerie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Terribly frightened, she wanted to scream, but the ball gag prevented any audible response.
"Alright then. Gordon, give me the sample, please."
Valerie felt hands on her packed tits, the cling film got quickly ripped apart and gloved hands touched her exposed flesh, massaging her breasts lightly. To Valerie's dismay, the vibrator did not trigger.
"So how do we apply it?"
"The drug should be able to pass through the skin, so we just rub it into those melons in regular intervals. Pay special attention to the nipples. Cover every square inch of those things with the lotion and really massage it into these fat globes. Here, I'll show you how it's done."
A cold glob of fluid dropped on her left bud and strong, rubberclad fingers meticulously rubbed it into her entire breast. As the massage went on, Valerie felt her skin suddenly heat up. And it got worse quickly. Soon, the frantic girl felt like her boob was on fire and screamed into her gag. The people outside did not hear a thing though.
