The next morning, she was woken up by a sudden tug on both her nipples. Her eyes shot open as she looked down to see what had done that, but there was nothing there. She was laying on top of her bed, wearing nothing but her pajama bottoms and pasties, and there was nothing around her. Had she dreamed that? It had felt very real. But after a minute of stillness, she decided whatever it had been, imagination or otherwise, was done with for now, so she got up and began her day.
The vibration came back several times that day, even stronger than before. And, of course, each time it started, she got so horny that concentrating on anything was difficult. It would go on for maybe half an hour each time, and each time she gave in and pleasured herself, since she wasn't going to be getting much else done anyway. The orgasms were just as strong and amazing as that first night. In fact, the vibrations seemed to last just long enough for her to finish before they finally faded away.
Thankfully, they never started vibrating when she went out that day. She got more looks than she had ever gotten before, despite dressing as modestly as she comfortably could. There were a couple of cat calls, which she ignored. One guy even started chatting her up at the bus stop. He was obviously hitting on her, but at least he seemed like a nice fellow. He asked for her number, but when she declined, he seemed to take it gracefully and thanked her for a pleasant conversation, which it had been. Maybe her shields were good for attracting more than just creeps, she thought, optimistically.
She made some good progress on her project, to the point that she didn't even feel behind anymore. Additionally, she had a very satisfying workout, which always helped her to clear her mind and reset her emotions. Today had been a very good day, and she had finally gotten past the constant worries of having these shields attached to her.
As she dried herself off after her post-workout shower at home, she noticed another thing strange. The shields seemed chilly. Was it just some effect of the water cooling them off? But she had showered with them on plenty of times already and hadn't noticed this. She felt them with her hands, and they definitely seemed unusually cool to the touch.
She hung her towel on the rack, but as she walked to her bedroom to find some clean clothes to put on, she felt them getting even colder. She felt them with her hands again, and they were definitely colder. What was going on now?
Azalea had forgotten all about clothes as she tried to figure out what to do with this. She tugged on them like she did several times a day, and just like every time before, they weren't remotely ready to come loose yet.
In the minute she spent toying around with them, they continued to grow colder, until they felt icy cold on her nipples. This stimulated her nipples just as much as the vibration had. It was like rubbing ice cubes against her nipples, one thing she loved to do.
Yes, it felt good now, but what if they kept getting colder? Would this continue until they were cold enough to give her frostbite? Doing her best to think of a plan, she ran back into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the sink. Once the water was warm, she splashed it over herself, and the sudden contrast between hot and cold gave her even more amazing sensations!
After about a minute, they still felt about the same temperature. They were only slightly above freezing, not quite cold enough to hurt. She grabbed the chains and tried to pull them off again. Now she could add pulling to the list of sensations that were exciting her nipples.
"Ohh..." she gasped, almost involuntarily. It was funny, even struggling against these things only gave her more pleasure. She couldn't escape it! Every time she tried to fight them, they fought back and defeated her with overpowering orgasms!
Not knowing what else to do, she stopped fighting and just watched herself in the mirror for a minute, panting heavily in a paradoxical mixture of fright and arousal. The beads of water on the pasties never froze, and no frost formed on them. Their temperature seemed to have steadied. She was safe, so she forced herself to take some deep breaths to calm down.
The fright had left her, but the arousal remained, so why not have some fun? She grabbed the pasties and started pulling again, this time to stimulate rather than struggle. She clenched the chains tightly in her fists and tugged, watching in the mirror as her breasts stretched and stretched. Harder and harder she pulled, as the incredible sensations only increased! She turned sideways to get a better view of just how far she was able to stretch them, and it was pretty far! She was oddly proud of it how much punishment her tits could withstand without even bothering her.
She pulled harder and harder, until she felt the tiniest bit of pain. This was as hard as she could pull comfortably, and it was actually pretty hard. She was using a bit of strength! Her tits were tough! But also, those pasties were fucking stuck!
"Oh God!" she screamed! She was ready now! She took both chains in her left hand to free up her right and started masturbating. In a minute, her knees were so weak that she had to lower herself down to kneel on the bathroom floor, where she finished the rest of her business.
The next day, the shields did even more odd things. Not long after getting up, she felt that errant tug again. This time, she was fully awake, and it was no dream! She had just been walking from her living room to her kitchen, when the shields suddenly lurched forward, as if some powerful magnetic field had briefly yanked on them.
"Ow! What the...?" she cried. It had only been surprise, not pain.
She lifted up her shirt to see what was going on with her pasties. They were sitting still now, but that tug had been no illusion.
"Fuck, I have to get these things off me!"
They had been on her for well over a week now. She gave another futile tug. If they were going to come loose along with her dead skin cells, they would have by now. She was fully accepting of the curse idea now, and had no reason to believe that the curse could be waited out. If she wanted them off her, she was going to have to figure out how to pry them off with force! But how?
She had thought of going into the emergency room to see what medical professionals would think of them, but quickly reconsidered. She seriously doubted the doctors would know the first thing about removing a curse. They might have no other choice to remove them surgically! That terrified her! What if they had to remove her skin to get them off?
And what if even that didn't work? What if this curse had more tricks up its sleeve?
Suddenly, her nipple shields lurched forward again, yanking poor Azalea a step or two forward by her tits.
"Yahhh!" she screamed, grabbing at the refrigerator to keep her balance.
There came another tug, and this one didn't let up. She could see her tits stretching out, seemingly by themselves. The disks themselves seemed to be what was being pulled on, since the chains hung downward as normal. Azalea planted her feet and pulled against it, and seemed to be winning.
"OHHHH!" she moaned, as the shields continued to tug on her nipples. She pulled back a step or two, retreating from wherever the shields seemed to be trying to pull her toward. She worked her way back to the couch in her living room where she sat her butt down and stretched her arms long the top, grabbing on, and hoping to ride out whatever was happening to her.
The tugging was rhythmic now. She watched, mystified, as her breasts stretched and relaxed, stretched and relaxed, over and over, as if being tugged by two invisible hands. Some of the tugs were hard enough to pull her along with them. Hands clutching the back of the couch for stability, she writhed in increasing pleasure. Finally, she let go with one hand to take herself along toward the only thing she figured could end this episode. Just before she was about to achieve climax, she let go with her other hand to grab the chains and pull even harder. She pulled daringly hard, enough that she might have been worried about ripping her flesh, except that she doubted the curse would let that happen. That would be too easy of a way out. She pulled hard enough to feel pain, and harder, but she was in so much of a sexual frenzy right now that even the pain was part of the experience!
After three orgasms, she shields finally lay still again. In the same fashion, Azalea collapsed sideways onto the couch and recovered. Her tits were still raw from all the yanking, but miraculously, nothing seemed to be torn.
***
On Monday, they started vibrating again, this time while she was sitting in class. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover up any outward sign that may have been visible. She looked around the room, but nobody seemed to be paying her any mind.
However, it continued for a good while. She got hornier and hornier as the vibrations grew stronger and stronger, as if the shields were demanding she stop ignoring them. It was horribly difficult to pay attention in class. She had intentionally chosen a seat far away from anyone else in case something like this started happening. Determined, she stayed in class and did her best to catch as much of the lecture as she could. She could read up on what was covered, anyway, to fill in the gaps.
By the end of the hour and a half lecture, she was so wet she was wondering if it would show through her jeans. Once class was finally over, she took of her sweatshirt, which she didn't really need so much now that she had bought some padded nursing bras, and wrapped it around her waist just in case. She made her way to a bathroom in a seldom-used corner of the building, and did her deed seated in one of the stalls. It was certainly the least romantic place she had ever taken care of that need, but it did the job.
Later that afternoon, she was back in the curator's office. Today was somewhat more hands-on than usual. They were going through some of the artifacts to do a new comparison for a project Ms. Garza wanted to do. Thankfully, Luis kept doing whatever he usually did at his desk, which got her away from him for the most part.
The shields had stopped vibrating shortly after her 'restroom break,' however, she soon found out they weren't done with their mischief for the day.
Ms. Garza called her into one of the storage rooms to collect the items she would be working with. Azalea stood beside her while she hunched over to reach one of the lower shelves. Without any warning at all, her pasties came to life and pulled her forward. Before she could do anything to stop it, she was pulled tits-first right into her boss! The head curator looked over just in time to catch a face full of Azalea's cleavage as their bodies collided head-on.
Ms. Garza stumbled back a step, trying to reclaim her personal space. She looked at her with an uncomfortable, confused look, but said nothing.
A horrible wave of embarrassment came over her, so bad she almost started to sweat. "Sorry, I tripped," she said at last, meekly. It had probably looked nothing like her tripping, and Ms. Garza didn't seem very convinced. She only handed her the items she had selected, then quickly left the room without saying another word.
'Well, good,' she thought to herself, somewhat ironically. Let that uncaring bitch see what it was like to have someone making inappropriate passes at you. It definitely wasn't what she would have done to get back at her, but since it had happened, she might as well enjoy what there was to enjoy. If she got fired, she might even say good riddance to this shitty office. Somehow, she had a feeling the curator might brush this off as quickly as she did Luis's incidents.
