Breast Modification (2)
A pleasure she couldn't escape even if she wanted to swirled chaotically through her mind.
"Haa... haeut..."
"Hm, if you're showing this level of sensitivity before training even begins... it defeats the purpose, B62."
"Euk, heut... I'm sorryyy..."
After a full day soaked in aphrodisiac, the sensitivity of her nipples far exceeded five times their normal level. It was already dangerously heightened in this state, yet the Manager kept mentioning training as he pinched and twisted her nipples, toying with them.
"Kkeuk... keuk...! Heuk... haa..."
Even acts rough enough to cause pain elicited nothing but pure ecstasy from Heo Seong-ah, drawing out her lewd cries. In her current condition, any stimulation registered solely as pleasure—no matter what. Even if someone sliced her nipples off with a knife, she'd squirt and climax.
"Haa... haeu..."
"That's enough. Now we'll begin the training."
The Manager shook off his hands, which had been kneading her breasts to his satisfaction, and retrieved a 5ml syringe from the box.
"First... let's increase that insufficient size."
"Y-Yes...?"
Heo Seong-ah's breasts were far from small. They had ample volume and a beautiful shape, like perfectly upturned rice bowls. Her areolas and nipple color were flawless too—no imperfections whatsoever. If there were a world breast contest... she'd claim first place on the podium without question.
Yet the Manager felt a twinge of regret about those breasts.
"A woman's breasts should sag heavily under their own weight, as the saying goes."
A perky, well-shaped bust was nice, but vulgar, jiggling udders held greater allure. Breasts that sloshed with every stitch during tailoring provided visual stimulation, and they needed to envelop a man's cock perfectly from tip to base. He planned to craft exactly those vulgar udders now.
Tap tap— The Manager deliberately tapped the syringe needle with his fingertip to expel the air, making sure she heard.
Gripping the syringe in one hand... he seized her right breast firmly with the other to hold it steady.
"Keueuk..."
"It'll sting a little."
The needle, gleaming like a gun barrel, pierced the flesh around her areola.
"Aak... aaaahk..!"
"If you move, the needle might snap and hurt you more. Stay still, and it'll be over quickly."
"Keueueuk..!"
The needle, as long as the syringe's barrel, plunged deep into her breast. To ensure the drug's full effect, it had to target the milk ducts inside—no helping it.
"Keueueueuk..!"
A novel pain she'd never felt before burned inside her breast like fire.
The Manager withdrew the syringe and immediately injected the left breast the same way.
"Haa... ah... keuk..!"
To spread the drug evenly, he slathered his hands with aphrodisiac and massaged her breasts. Like kneading dough, he worked them gently at times, squeezed hard at others, tapped the undersides, and pressed firmly around the injected nipples to stimulate them.
"Haa... ahkeuk..."
No matter where he touched, Heo Seong-ah let out pleasurable moans and twitched her hips. With all that aphrodisiac soaked in... it must feel like he's stroking her pussy directly, right? At this rate, her breasts already seemed like vulgar udders—no extra drugs needed.
"B62."
"Hik, keuk... Y-Yes..."
"Just two more injections, then a break. Understood?"
"Heuk..."
Getting shots was nothing for an adult, but the fact that it was her breasts—and not knowing their purpose—filled her with dread.
What will these shots do to me? What kind of life awaits after this? No explanations at all... it's terrifying.
"Why the face? Don't you want it?"
"N-No...! I do..."
What did it matter if she didn't know? As female livestock, she had no choices anyway.
"Then wait patiently."
The Manager pulled another 5ml syringe from the box. Same type as before, but the contents were different—a murky black, unlike the aphrodisiac's pinkish hue. It screamed danger at a glance... and he planned to inject plenty into her nipples, the most vital zone for a woman.
"Heuk..!"
Without a word, the Manager reached out and pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger to steady it. Tense as she was, her body shivered as she clamped her mouth shut.
"No need to tense up. Nipples aren't as sensitive as you think—the pain won't be that bad."
Having pierced nipples on countless female livestock without anesthesia, they always gritted their teeth and endured. Even thick gauge needles through the tips drew just a bit of blood, healing fast. A thin syringe needle was nothing.
Of course, after this injection... her nipples would stay erect 24/7, rivaling her clit in sensitivity. Piercing them then might make her pass out from agony.
"Keuk..!"
The needle pricked the tip of her nipple. This time, he didn't go deep—just shallow enough at the end to inject.
He did the same to the other nipple, then massaged her breasts to spread the drug.
"Haa... hauk... keuk..."
The effects were already kicking in—light touches to her nipples made her body shudder violently. Finding her reactions amusing, the Manager tapped her breasts teasingly, reapplied aphrodisiac, then pulled away.
"Now rest until the drugs take full effect. Understood?"
"Hik, keuk... Y-Yes..."
"This might be your first and last break, so relax."
"Heukeuk..."
The Manager left the room. When he returned after a while, he brought a folding chair and sat facing her. Regulations forbade leaving female livestock alone in the training room, so he couldn't look away. Even bound tight with live feeds streaming... rules were rules.
"Huum..."
Exactly three hours from now. He set his phone alarm, leaned back in the chair, crossed his legs, and played mobile games leisurely.
No matter what the Manager did in front of her, Heo Seong-ah—blindfolded—flinched at every little sound, reacting with terror. The anxiety of when his hands might touch her again...
"Heuk... heu..."
Too tense for true rest. She wanted peace, but goosebumps prickled her skin, keeping her on edge. She wished for sedatives or the blindfold removed, but such luxuries weren't granted.
"Hik... haa..."
Sniffling tears and moaning... after thirty minutes, her reactions shifted.
"Kkeuk... ah... aaaahk..!"
Clank clank— The chains binding her wrists rattled violently, as if they'd snap.
She knew she shouldn't move, but the itchy sensation in her breasts overwhelmed her, making her writhe.
"Aaaaak..!"
Her breasts hurt. Or was this even pain? From the injected insides outward... a ticklish feather-brush sensation spread.
"Kkeuk... euk... haa... keuk!"
She twisted slightly to shake it off. Just arching her back choked her neck against the restraints.
"Keheok!"
The coughing made her swelling breasts jiggle up and down, unleashing excruciating pain.
"Kya aaak!!"
Like stomping on them with boot heels. Especially inside, where the milk ducts stretched—throbbing like deep bruises even at rest.
"Keueuk... haa... hauk..!"
Clank clank— Heo Seong-ah kept shrugging her shoulders, shaking her wrists.
Rub her breasts? Touch her nipples? Impossible. Even a fingertip brush would hurt like hell.
"Hauk..."
If she could, she'd cradle them to steady them. Breathing alone made them sway painfully.
"Haaa... haa..."
Time lost meaning. No matter how she thrashed and wailed, the Manager ignored her like it was someone else's problem, glued to his game. He glanced occasionally, worried the restraints might loosen—but such feeble struggles did nothing.
"Coming along nicely."
The Manager smirked at her noticeably swelling breasts. Shape intact... just ballooning in size.
"Haa... hauk..."
Her once pert D-cup nipples, pointing forward, now stood rigidly erect, angling downward.
"Haha..."
He stared blankly at the F-cup-plus swell, swallowing hard. Wait... why hold back? He only couldn't use her virgin pussy. Breasts were fair game, right?
"Huu..."
Holding back since yesterday. Unable to suppress his urges any longer, the Manager rose and approached her.
For now... don't think about consequences. It'll be fine. Probably..?