Sue studied her image in the full length mirror. At age thirty she was well aware that many women were unhappy with their bodies. Thankfully she wasn't one of them. She was 5 feet 6 inches and weighed about 115. Her overall body was shapely- not perfect but what could fairly be called attractive. She knew she was being modest; it was better than attractive.
Her face was pretty. Her hair was silky smooth and shiny- possibly her best asset if you asked a woman. Most men would vote for her breasts. On her thin frame her 34D breasts made her nicely top heavy. There weren't just large; their shape was just as Sue would sculpt them if she had the choice. Her nipples were not anything special and that bothered her.
Looking lower, she felt confident her waist, hips and ass were well proportioned and toned from regular exercise. Her legs were long and very well shaped. Many of her friends were envious of her legs and had sought her advice on exercises. She had to disappoint them by explaining her legs -and tits-came from genes and not work-outs. Her ass was probably tighter than nature would have provided since she did visit the gym regularly but she'd always had good legs and couldn't take credit for them.
Sue's private thoughts were interrupted as her husband, Bill, came up behind her and grabbed her breasts. "You feel even better than you look," he whispered as his body nestled against her back and his hands fondled her heavy breasts. His hands roamed about- slipping under and weighing her breasts as his fingers toyed lightly with her nipples. "You feel great."
"Mmmm...your hands feel good on me," Sue replied as she ground her ass back against his pants. "No hard-on? I'm insulted."
"I'm getting hard as I speak but there's no time for that now. I'm going to be late for work," he replied. "I'll share my hard-on with you later. For now I have to go and you should get moving." He used his hands on her breasts to turn her body partially to the side, kissed her cheek and after a final squeeze released her tits and started to leave. A quick, "See you later," left Sue alone again.
She picked up her brush and ran it through her long straight hair as she again focused on the image in the mirror. She brought her right hand up under her breast to prolong the mild arousal Bill's hands had created and glanced down at herself. Her husband's brief grab had made her nipples hard. They became the object of her self- assessment.
Her nipples were her only physical disappointment. She knew Bill had a breast and nipple fetish. He loved to play with her big breasts and teased her nipples regularly. She loved the attention but knew bigger nipples would be better. As she looked at the breast being cradled in her hand Sue brought her thumb and forefinger up to her nipple and teased it into further hardness. She then moved her hand to the other breast and teased that nipple. They perked up nicely but she longed for spectacular- not nice.
Recently Sue had been feeling particularly inadequate in the nipple area since two of her friends had given birth within the past three months. The new mothers had spoken openly in a group of women of how much bigger their breasts and nipples had become during pregnancy. They went on and on about how huge and sensitive their nipples had become. Sue had tried to ignore their statements. They hadn't really been bragging; the comments seemed almost like complaints but were still hard to hear.
A few days after that discussion Sue had been visiting one of the new mothers- her friend Mary. Sue had been shocked when Mary dropped a flap on her bra to begin nursing her infant daughter. In a few seconds Sue had taken in the view of the biggest nipple she'd ever seen and visualized how excited her husband would be to suck on such a nub.
Mary caught her look and said," My nipple is obscenely big, isn't it? I feel like a dairy cow."
Sue was blushing and tried to say she was just looking at the tender moment between a mother and child. Mary smiled indulgently and said it was fine. She knew that her nipples were so big it was impossible not to look.
Beyond the embarrassment the experience had been both arousing and depressing to Sue as she knew her nipples looked boyish by comparison. Put the two women next to each other topless and there wasn't any question about where anyone's eyes would focus. Bill's cock would rip his pants ogling Mary's nipples. He'd never say it but he'd love Sue to have huge nipples.
She pulled her attention back to the mirror and began brushing her hair. Seeing her modest nipples in the mirror and remembering her envy of Mary gave Sue the kick she needed. Sue decided to research ways she might be able to enlarge her nipples. She assumed there was a surgical solution but she hoped to find something less intimidating. She fantasized about having big nipples that Bill would obsess about as she brushed her hair. She needed to learn more about nipples and how they could be enhanced.
After Sue dressed she did a Google search for nipple enlargement. The internet search turned up lots of creams and gels that claimed they would make a nipple hard temporarily. While the claims were silent on the actual duration Sue assumed any enlargement would only last for a period of minutes. She wanted more than that. There were also breast enlargement creams that she checked out but rejected. The claims were clearly exaggerated; if they were true the breast implant industry wouldn't exist. In any case her tits were great- it was her nipples that needed work. Finally, there was another category of products that focused on nipple suction as a means of enlargement.