The customer beamed as he put his hands onto them, lightly pinching and squeezing the soft flesh inside.
"Wow, this feels great," he grinned, "Just what I always wanted!"
"Alright, you're all set then! The breasts will vanish again once your contract has ended."
"Wait, can I have that gun, too? Maybe I want them somewhere else, right?"
"I'm, uh... Let me check."
Chloe quickly called the management and when she came back she smiled reassuringly.
"Yes, you can have the gun for an additional 500. It will stop working once the contract terminates of course and you'll have to return it to us when that happens."
"Great! I'll take it."
A few minutes later, Diego left the store again, tits in his pocket and gun in a bag. He was looking forward to trying out some of the ideas he had fantasized about. And then he would show his new toys to his friends at the hunting club!
Once in his house, he moved some clutter from his desk and aimed the gun at where his old mousepad had been. Wondering how work using those two pillows would feel, he zapped the tits right on the desk. Giggling with anticipation, he sat down and put his wrist right on the two heaving titties, checking eagerly just how good a cushion those two lovely globes would be. And he was impressed! His new wrist rest improved the overall mousing experience tremendously! He tweaked one of the nipples lightly tucking the warm flesh around and smiled happily. It was doubtful that his new toy would actually improve his productivity.
Diego didn't get tired from playing with those soft globes. He zapped them onto his bed before going to sleep, using them as comfortable pillows for his night's rest. Of course he also had some more private uses for these fleshy bags, for example when he zapped them further down his mattress so they could be used for a quick masturbation session. The stress relief these massive tits were providing to him was just phenomenal. Whenever he felt down or tired, he would simply cuddle the two funbags a bit, toying with their hard little nipples until he had enough. And if he felt angry because of some random shit that didn't go his way, he would slap or punch them until they were all red and sore.
Diego had fantasized about a breast carpet for as long as he could remember. In his dreams, the floor of his entire house would consist of thousands, maybe millions of soft, spongy breasts that were packed so densely that the wooden ground could not be seen anymore. He would walk around the house and feel like he would be in heaven, walking on clouds. The warm flesh would carry him, cushion his feet and just feel great.
Unfortunately, the shop had only this one pair for rent, and even if there would be more available, it would be prohibitively expensive, even for him. So the next best thing to simulate this dream that he so much wanted to experience was to turn the whole thing around and put those breasts on the sole of his shoe.
Excited and a bit nervous, Diego selected the most comfortable pair he had, turned them around and aimed the gun at the middle of the sole. It looked ridiculous, the two breasts separated, one on each shoe and covering most of the sole. Seeing how this experiment turned out, Diego was rather sceptical if this would actually work. Nevertheless, he was hell-bent on trying.
So he turned the shoes around again, snickering about the wobbly, soft flesh dangling from them. Then he put the shoes in front of his feet and slipped inside.
It was pure heaven. Diego couldn't believe just how good it felt to walk on these boobies! He wandered around his house, from his study room to his kitchen, from his sleeping room into the attic and from the attic down into his well-equipped cellar. He walked outside into his garage and then into the garden and back into the house again. Diego tried different walking styles as well, from a shuffling gait to stomping, from bouncing up and down to a sincere but ultimately unsuccessful try at a moonwalk. It was way better than in his dreams and something he promised himself to do every morning and every evening until the rental expired.
Helen didn't know what the hell was going on, but the pain she felt in her breasts was just as bad as with the previous customer, if not worse. In the beginning it had been tolerable, if not pleasant. She had felt something pressing on her hidden breasts, sometimes even experienced some light sucking or stroking but nothing really painful. The nights were a bit difficult though as the pressure didn't go away, as if something was lying on her the entire time. And sometimes she felt frantic movements which reminded her of the tit fucking she had experienced earlier, ending with a warm and slimy feeling on her boobs.
But since a few hours she went through hell. Her breasts felt like they got squeezed flat by an elephant over and over again, just to be freed for a second or so before the immense pressure returned. And even worse, it felt like her boobs got pressed in all kinds of stingy, prickly things and ripped over rough surfaces like someone was trying all kinds of different tortures on her.
She couldn't sleep, couldn't focus, couldn't do anything except howling and popping pills. And it drove her mad that she hadn't had the slightest clue on what happened to her boobs and how long this horrible torture would continue.
In the end, it was only a few minutes each day. But that this cycle repeated so often made her really miserable. She woke up screaming in the morning when the mauling started and was put through hell again in the evening, usually just after dinner, when the strange and painful experience repeated. And she hadn't had the faintest clue what was happening.
In between, things usually calmed down a bit. There was the odd slapping and poking but mostly her breasts were apparently attracting gentler treatment. Rarely it felt good though, like when they felt like they were put in some bubbling bath. Nevertheless Helen wanted it to end. The endless cycle of repeating, horrible pain was driving her crazy and she feared that her breasts were a black and blue mess after all they apparently were put through. She was determined to stop this terrible experience once and for all and finally called up her lawyers.
