Soon, Chloe couldn't imagine how she had survived without her friends, how she had lived without the constant attention her heavy breasts and hairless little pussy now regularly received. There was barely a day she went without at least one orgasm and her tits felt tender each evening from the constant playtime they got.
She had to laugh thinking about their silly little pranks, how they constantly tried to trick her to do even more outlandish stuff. And for the most time, she happily let them do whatever they came up with. Gamma was definitely the most creative one of the bunch and the first to suggest a bit of bodypainting. Soon, each of them proposed motives, ranging from their favorite characters to silly stuff, like painting her in the color of the room except for her boobies. 'Tits on the wall' Gamma called this specific work and he adored the pictures of her seemingly disembodied, gigantic breasts hovering in the air, with the rest of her body carefully camouflaged, much more than he adored his favorite game or his rare figurine collection, or anything else he owned.
If Chloe had to guess, this little project had been the one that encouraged them to propose even weirder stuff. Only a week later, Gamma asked if she would be OK with trying a bit of breast bondage. Chloe got concerned, feared that going down this path would lead to more and more extreme suggestions and that she would quickly lose control. But the guys simply took her objections as a sign that they needed to try harder.
On top of all that, their ideas became much more daring. The biggest change was that their proposals were not confined to their safe lair anymore but instead featured places outside, where random people would possibly see her massive tits. When Chloe reminded them of her tremendous fears, of how uncomfortable she felt about her ridiculous melons, they simply redoubled their efforts.
"Oh come on, Chloe, this is the saddest thing I heard, like, ever!" groaned Alpha, "By now you should know just how spectacular your boobies are. And look, nobody in this room thinks any less of you just because of your tits."
"But you're a bunch of nerds that crave fat titties, you're hardly representative of the society at large!" argued Chloe.
"Society at large my ass!" murmured Delta, "All I can say is that it would be a damn shame if you would hide those knockers for the rest of your life. We understand how you feel, Purple, we really do. We told you you're safe here, we won't judge you. But because we care, we have to help you out of this unsustainable situation. We won't be there forever, Chloe, you know?"
"But everybody else for sure finds these meatbags obscene! I can't do this, guys!" she wept, tears streaming down her face.
"Alright," said Alpha, "Nobody forces you to anything. Uhm, I might have an idea though."
"An idea for what exactly? For making me parade my laughable udders around town?"
"No, an idea to make you reconsider how you see yourself. Tell me, why are you so at war with your breasts?"
"Because they make people weird. They... they make them see me as a sex toy. I'm nothing more than a pair of tits to them for god's sake!"
