It had not been a good day for Cory Ann Mcgee. In fact it had been one of the worst she has had in a good long time. Which is why she is sitting in her favorite little bookstore/cafe typing away on her laptop. Over her years she has figured out that putting how she feels in her private blog goes a long way to helping her through the challenges she faces on a daily basis.
The entry she was writing was telling her side of what happened this morning at her apartment building. Cory lived in a rundown dorm building which had been turned into low cost apartments. All of the walls in the place show obvious water damage, damage often litters the hallways, and her fellow tenants look like they would fit in better in a prison yard than an apartment building.
While she would love to live somewhere nicer the nature of the contract there and the seemingly endless number of personal problems keeps her stuck in her one bedroom apartment, and forced to endure the communal showers each morning. That may be the part of her living conditions she hates the most, because each and every morning she has to take the walk of shame down the hall into the showers where there is often a crowd waiting for the girl they call 'honeydew.'
Cory isn't an imposing figure, only standing 5'0" with a mostly slender frame. She has a nice flair to her hips and a soft bubbly rear that gets a bit more attention than she would like from behind. She has long long brown hair with blonde tips. Her skin is a light tan dotted with freckles across her whole body. In spite of the stress of her life and the constant challenges she has a pretty, youthful appearance and is generally seen as equal parts cute and attractive. Her most noticeable feature is the cause of her pet name. Strapped to her slender, slight frame are a pair of honeydew melon sized breasts. They are as youthful and perky as the rest of her, though they hang down some due to their sheer weight.
While she is often the victim of circumstances Cory can attribute a great number of her problems to the size of her breasts and the attention they bring her on a constant basis. Today's problem was the showers, and in great detail she sits in the cafe detailing the emotions she felt as each and every creep on her floor took turns lathering up those melons. She was just typing up how awful it felt to be brought to orgasm as the men thumbed and tugged on her fat nipples before she heard a half whisper from behind her.
"So you just... let them grab you?"
The voice was dripping with a combination of lust and disgust as a man's voice seems to boom behind her. Cory's blue eyes widen as she immediately wonders how long this person had been reading her most private thoughts over her shoulder. She feels a pair of hands rest on her shoulders, keeping her in her seat as the desire to run almost overtakes her. The hands start to guide her back until she is sitting straight in her seat, shoulders back, which makes her massive breasts stand out even more than they were when she was hunched over her computer.
"Know what my favorite part of your story is honeydew? When you describe how they made you leave your clothes and towel in the hallway. They know you deserve to be naked the whole time you are in the bathroom don't they? Like some kinda animal" His voice rasped as Cory could swear she felt the heat of his eyes on her chest.
She tried to let out some sort of noise, something to show that she wasn't amused by what he was saying to her but like so many times in life the humiliation of the situation seemed to steal her voice away. She say there without being able to utter so much as a whimper as he let one hand, then the other take the trip down. He took his time, almost casually brushing his palms across the expanse of her breasts. Alternating sides until her nipples poked out from her top, as long and fat as the tip of a thumb.
His fingers tangled in the shoulder of her loose fitting shoulder of her low cut sweater and the stretchy tanktop she wore as an undershirt. His face slid right next to hers as he whispers again "Is is that way all the time honeydew? Can you just not tell those perverts off? Too spineless to say anything?"
His chuckle cut right through her, the blush on her cheeks growing a deep red as she sits there squirming. She fights to work up the never to argue with him, to tell him off, but all that will fades as she starts to feel him pulling on her clothing. She feels frozen as the cloth is dragged to the sides pulled off her shoulders and slowly pushed lower and lower on her chest. Her throat feels tight and hear heart pounds as he stops for a moment, admiring the cleavage he has revealed.
"This is the deal honeydew... that little blog there... that is too fucking funny. So here is what we are going to do... you are going to be a public whore today, one way or another. Either you can click that little button there to make your blog public, for the whole internet to see.. or I can peel your shirt all the way down to your pants and you can go get me a latte."
