The Breast Show Before Dinner
Lee Ah-young stood in the Basic Posture.
Her hands were clasped behind her head, elbows flared wide. Her legs were spread obscenely, bent at the knees like a frog’s, pelvis thrust forward so that her pussy was displayed straight ahead.
Simply holding this position was already unbearably humiliating. But if someone were to watch her from up close, the shame would multiply into something truly maddening.
This was an office full of people working. And yet here she was, frozen in the Basic Posture right in the middle of it.
Worse still, two female employees were squatting directly between her spread legs, staring at her most private place without a shred of shame.
They sat brazenly in front of the most embarrassing part of her body, their eyes locked on her pussy. From their eye level, the space between Ah-young’s thighs and crotch was stretched completely open. Her shameful slit was exposed with no covering whatsoever, mere inches from their faces.
Her plump outer labia covered the tender inner flesh. A straight vertical line ran between those thick lips, the cleft itself cast in deep shadow where no light reached. A tiny hint of her inner labia peeked out, but overall only the neat, pretty shape of her outer lips was clearly visible.
The two women chatted casually.
The topic of their lighthearted conversation was Ah-young’s pussy. The sight of them discussing a woman’s genitals so nonchalantly was anything but ordinary.
One of the female employees pointed at Ah-young’s pussy with her finger. The other two leaned in closer, examining the exact spot she indicated.
“See here? The hair is growing in all patchy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, and the area in the middle of her mound is starting to fill in too… There are so many little hairs around her pussy.”
“It looks a bit messy… Hmm, should we just shave it all off, or maybe only trim around the outer labia?”
“No way. She’s Lee Ah-young of the lush pubic hair. Doesn’t it have to stay nice and fluffy?”
“Mmm… Still, it looks so unkempt. I kind of want to shave it all off~”
“You’re right~ Kyahaha! Should we pluck them out with tweezers?”
The women kept pointing at her pussy, sometimes leaning so close that their faces nearly touched it, eyes wide as they studied every detail. They paid no attention to Ah-young’s feelings at all, treating her pussy like an object to be evaluated and observed.
Every time they leaned in, the warm breath that brushed across her most sensitive area was unbearably unpleasant and humiliating.
Kang Ju-hyeok had once shaved Ah-young’s pubic hair completely. He had cleared everything beside her outer labia and left only a narrow strip down the center of her mound—like a landing strip. Aside from that humiliating “highway,” it had been a relatively reasonable grooming.
…Though, sadly, even that had earned her endless accusations of being a pervert.
Now, the shaved areas were growing back. Short, stubborn hairs were sprouting everywhere, slowly reclaiming her mound.
If one were to critique the current state of Ah-young’s pubic hair, it could be said that while the density was high, the individual strands were quite fine. It certainly wasn’t dirty by any means. It looked far cleaner than the humiliating vagina-and-pubic-hair tattoo inked on her right buttock.
Still, the current half-grown state did look somewhat unkempt.
…A normal person would never show anyone pubic hair in such a disheveled condition.
But Ah-young had no choice. In this office, she was forced to stand with her legs spread, simply waiting. She could not cover her pussy. Instead, she had to thrust it forward shamelessly under the pretense of “waiting in the Basic Posture.”
While the female employees continued their discussion about her pussy, Ah-young remained frozen in the Basic Posture, forcing a smile onto her face.
When you have no tasks, remain in the Basic Posture and await further instructions.
The duties assigned to her in the office were literally just busywork. Running small errands and cleaning were far too simple and insignificant to fill an entire day. In reality, her actual working time was extremely short.
Which meant that for the vast majority of the day, Ah-young had to remain standing in the Basic Posture, simply waiting.
The biggest part of her office “work” wasn’t work at all. It was the Basic Posture.
“Wow… It’s actually pretty fun to stare at a woman’s pussy like this.”
“Right? I bet the male employees would love to look too~”
The two women remained squatting between Ah-young’s legs. From where she stood, Ah-young could clearly see them. She could see them staring at her pussy. She could hear every word of their conversation.
Yet all she could do was keep smiling and endure their gazes and their words.
She could neither hide nor resist.
Endless humiliation and shame.
The horrific reality of having to expose every part of herself that a woman should keep hidden.
Ah-young genuinely wanted to die.
How on earth was she supposed to endure this kind of shame?
And it wasn’t just the two women squatting in front of her crotch. The male employees didn’t openly torment her the way the women did, but they kept stealing glances. Some stared openly. Others deliberately lingered in front of her.
Ah-young hated her own large breasts with a passion. Because those heavy tits hanging in front of her were the main attraction for the male staff, she had to endure their stares with her nipples and areolas completely exposed.
Her self-esteem had been shattered long ago. She was beginning to forget what kind of woman she used to be.
Steeped endlessly in shame, Ah-young sank deeper and deeper into despair.
A woman forced to stand naked and endure this kind of treatment. She was probably the only one like this in the entire world.
Which meant she had truly hit rock bottom.
The agony was almost impossible to put into words.
“Ugh~ Anyway, should we ask the chairman to let us handle Ah-young’s pussy maintenance from now on?”
“Ooh, good idea! Wait, but her pussy looks way too perfect right now… It’s honestly too pretty, isn’t it?”
“Right? Why has it been left in such good condition until now…?”
“Exactly… The color is beautiful, and her outer labia are still so neat… Normally it wouldn’t look like this at this point, right?”
Goosebumps erupted across Ah-young’s entire body.
They were staring at her genitals and saying, Why is her pussy still so pristine?
In her mind, the image of Lee Ji-yeon flashed—her clitoris stretched downward by that heavy black weight permanently fused to it.
I-I… I won’t… It won’t happen to me…
She tried to convince herself it wouldn’t be her fate.
Lee Ji-yeon had resisted Kang Ju-hyeok to the very end and ended up like that. Ah-young had no intention of doing the same. She would obey. She would submit. She would regain her original self.
So she kept telling herself she would be fine.
My… my pussy… will stay pristine…
Because Kang Ju-hyeok had promised to clear her name after three years and return her to a normal life.
She had to believe those words. They were her only lifeline.
But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, the humiliation of being labeled Special Livestock showed no sign of ending.
“Ah-young~ Could you spread your pussy for us for a moment~?”
The female employee’s sudden request snapped Ah-young out of her dark thoughts. Her heart lurched.
“…Eh? Eh? Ah, yes! Understood! I-I’ll spread my pussy for you!”
She had been lost in thought and was caught off guard by the command, but she answered with a bright, artificial smile. Inside, she was writhing in shame and humiliation, yet the sight of her forcing that happy expression looked utterly pitiful.
She lowered the arms that had been behind her head and instantly assumed the Basic Posture: Pussy Spreading variation. While keeping the basic stance, she placed both hands on her outer labia and pulled them wide apart, fully exposing her inner folds.
It was a position that forced her to reveal every hidden inch of her pussy. A normal woman would find it mortifying to do even in front of her boyfriend, yet Ah-young had to do it here, in front of countless people, spreading herself open with her own hands.
Schlick ❤️
Her outer labia parted, and the soft pink inner flesh once again met the open air. Her most precious parts were now exposed just a few dozen centimeters from the women’s eyes.
Ah-young’s heart pounded violently.
She could never get used to spreading her pussy like this. The shame surged even stronger, and she felt tears threatening to spill.
For a woman, the act of spreading her own most shameful place was an overwhelmingly powerful humiliation.
“Ooh~”
“You’re right… Nothing’s been done to Ah-young’s pussy yet. I wonder why the chairman left it like this…?”
“Wow… I never thought I’d call a woman’s pussy pretty, but… it really is pretty.”
“Mmm… From the color to the shape… it really is very pretty… Yeah, I think this is what people mean when they say a pussy is beautiful.”
Ah-young was spreading her own pussy for them. Because of the nature of the Basic Posture, the act looked incredibly vulgar. She was forced into positions that even prostitutes or porn actresses would hesitate to do.
…And yet, despite striking such a vulgar pose, every part of her body—from her face to her pussy—was being praised.
There wasn’t a single part of Lee Ah-young that wasn’t beautiful.
The problem was that these “compliments” brought her no joy whatsoever.
What woman in the world would feel happy receiving praise for her pussy from a crowd of nameless strangers?
“That’s enough~ You can stop now, Ah-young!”
“Hey! Mi-hyeon, why’d you make her stop? I was going to come over and watch!”
The moment the female employee told her to stop spreading, a male employee’s disappointed groan echoed from across the room.
Ah-young answered the woman’s command in a cutesy, coquettish voice.
“Yes, yes! Understood!”
Her hands, which had been holding her pussy open, returned behind her head. Her folds closed again, but now her underarms were fully exposed as she resumed the standard Basic Posture.
…Even without spreading, the position was still endlessly humiliating.
A male employee complained to the woman who had ordered Ah-young to close her pussy.
“Ugh, come on… You should’ve left her spread a little longer! What a waste!”
“Excuse me? Manager, have some shame! Are you really that satisfied just looking at a pretty girl’s naked body?”
“Ah, well… Sorry about that~”
The male employee awkwardly avoided the woman’s scolding.
…Do the male employees… not dare to treat me too harshly?
Now that she thought about it, it had always been the women who tormented and touched her. The only man who had ever touched her pussy was Kang Ju-hyeok.
…It made sense.
The female employees openly used humiliating language and actions toward her, but the male employees had remained relatively passive.
She didn’t know the exact reason, but it seemed Kang Ju-hyeok had a strict rule.
Only women were allowed to torment her…?
…But why?
Wasn’t the goal to treat her like livestock and make her suffer? Wouldn’t it be even more painful for her if the men joined in the abuse?
Still, she felt a small sense of relief. At least the men only stole secret glances and didn’t take any further action.
Once again, Ah-young was left standing alone in the Basic Posture. Simply having to remain in this wide-legged stance for so long was a punishment in itself.
I hate this so much… I want to die…
Though she kept forcing a smile, her heart was in complete despair.
“Ah-young~ Could you come clean up over here?”
“Yeees! Understooood!”
She continued using that artificially cute tone. Whenever someone gave her an order, Ah-young would immediately drop the posture and run to them. Since covering her breasts was forbidden, every step made her heavy tits bounce wildly.
After completing the task with her breasts jiggling, she would return to her spot, resume the Basic Posture, and wait again.
Endless shame.
In this office, only Lee Ah-young was at rock bottom. While the other employees worked diligently, she stood naked doing menial chores.
She simply waited for this time to end.
Like the others, once quitting time came, she could at least rest in her room. Of course, the nightmare would begin again the next day, but every single minute and second spent in this office was pure torture.
She prayed for everyone to leave as soon as possible. She desperately needed rest.
The reality of having to remain naked while everyone else was clothed was an incredibly cruel punishment for a woman.
…And yet for Lee Ah-young, Special Livestock, this was simply everyday life.
This situation, which she could never get used to, continued without end.
This was Ah-young’s daily routine.
It was only natural.
Right now, she wished for just one moment of humanity…
She wanted to wear proper clothes again.
It was a humble wish that felt worlds apart from the perfect Lee Ah-young of the past. To others, wearing clothes was the most obvious thing in the world. To her, it had become an enormous, desperate dream.
She prayed that these “ordinary” daily routines—coming to work, stripping naked, spreading her legs, and exposing her most shameful parts—would finally come to an end.
Jingle! Jingle!
Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out from across the room. Someone was shaking a bell and calling out to her.
“Ah-young~ Time to eat!”
“Hic!”
Ah-young’s face turned deathly pale.
It was past three o’clock. It was her mealtime.
And even her meals were not allowed to be normal.
For a brief moment, a look of pure horror crossed her face, but she quickly hid it and answered in a cutesy voice.
“Yeees! Please give me fooood~!”
She dropped the Basic Posture and walked toward the center of the office.
Click, click, click.
Each weak step she took echoed pathetically in the quiet room. The way her breasts bounced only made the scene more miserable.
“Ooh! It’s mealtime~ Everyone~ It’s Ah-young’s feeding time~”
“Perfect, I was getting bored.”
“What’s on the menu today~? It doesn’t smell that good, but oh well~ It’s always fun to watch~ Hic!”
“Hup!”
Just what kind of meal was it that made all the employees look so excited?
The staff began dragging chairs toward the center of the office with eager expressions. All eyes instantly focused on Ah-young.
She walked naked into the middle of the room, completely unable to cover her breasts or pussy as everyone stared.
Click! Click!
She stood there in only her high heels, naked and miserable in an at-attention stance. The two brands on her ass and her large breasts were fully visible to everyone.
Of course… they had never been hidden in the first place.
Clap! Clap!
When Ah-young reached the female employee holding the bowl, the woman clapped her hands to gather everyone’s attention.
“Alright, everyone! What should today’s ‘Meal Show’ be~? Ah-young! What would you like to do?”
With everyone watching, the woman smiled brightly and looked Ah-young up and down.
Ah-young couldn’t bear to meet the woman’s eyes. She was already unbearably ashamed. She already wanted to die. Having everyone’s eyes on her like this shattered what little remained of her self-respect.
And the ‘Meal Show’… it was truly…
She couldn’t cover her shameful body at all. She could only lower her gaze and stand there miserably at attention.
And now, she had to perform the Meal Show.
…The most painful moment of her entire day.
“Aww~ Ah-young isn’t answering~”
Clunk.
The woman set the stainless steel bowl on the floor. It wasn’t a human food bowl. It was a dog bowl. Inside the wide, shallow dish were several dishes centered around chicken breast.
It was probably at Kang Ju-hyeok’s instruction. Ah-young’s meals were always high-quality, healthy foods meant to maintain her appearance and figure.
It was Kang Ju-hyeok’s way of keeping his toy from changing.
The bowl that entered Ah-young’s vision looked perfectly normal and healthy at first glance. But the fact that it was served in a dog bowl on the floor made it anything but ordinary.
Who ate their meals from a bowl on the floor?
I’m… a human being…
“Hey, Ah-young! Why are you just standing there?”
The woman standing in front of her stared straight into Ah-young’s eyes. Ah-young quickly looked away. Her whole body shrank inward as she brought both hands together above her pubic mound.
She seemed to want to cover her pussy and breasts, but since she wasn’t allowed to, she simply clasped her hands neatly above her pubic hair.
Surrounded by all these people, standing there helplessly naked, she looked utterly pathetic.
While Ah-young remained silent and hunched, one of the male employees spoke up.
“Hahaha! Then how about we just watch the ‘Breast Show’? It was seriously hilarious last time! Hah!”
“Ooh! Breast Show sounds good! I like it!”
“I agree~”
“Hahahaha! Miss Lee Ah-young! We’d like the Breast Show today please~”
They completely ignored Ah-young’s inner despair and simply shouted for the “Breast Show” as they pleased.
The forced smile she had barely managed to maintain completely vanished. The moment she heard the words “Breast Show,” her heart plummeted into the abyss.
Her naked pupils trembled violently. Her expression became pure despair.
“Alright then! Today’s ‘Meal Show’ for Ah-young will be the ‘Breast Show’!”
Clap clap clap clap clap!
“Yeees!”
“Breasts! Breasts!”
The employees surrounding her burst into applause and cheers. To Ah-young, however, those claps sounded like the bells of hell.
Br… Breast… Show…
The Breast Show was a vulgar entertainment using Ah-young’s large breasts. The last time she had been forced to do it, she had truly wanted to die.
And now that time had come again.
“Quiet, everyone! We have to be quiet so Ah-young can start!”
“That’s right! Let’s stay as quiet as possible! We’ll quietly enjoy her solo performance!”
As the cheers and applause died down, a heavy silence fell over the office. Her shame had already reached its limit, yet she couldn’t tell where that limit actually was. This silence only made her feel even more pathetic.
Ah-young closed her eyes tightly, then opened them again. She quietly removed her high heels, then her socks. The only things she had been wearing were now placed on the floor. She stood completely barefoot.
She was now perfectly naked.
Then she began to shout in a loud voice.
“U-um! Th-thank you so much for giving livestock Lee Ah-young such a delicious meal again today! S-so… Ah-young will now perform the B-Breast Show for you! P-please enjoy!”
Her beautiful voice, drenched in sorrow and despair, echoed through the room.
She raised both arms straight up into the air.
“Ooh! Here we go!”
Ah-young began to sway her upper body from side to side as if dancing. Her massive breasts swung wildly with the motion.
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
“Ah-young’s breasts, shake shake! Jiggle, j-j-jiggle~!”
Her enormous breasts bounced left and right. The sight of her deliberately shaking her own chest looked incredibly vulgar. The words she was forced to say were just as vulgar.
“Kyahahahaha!”
“Her tits are fucking huge! Hahaha!”
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap! Slap!
While shaking her breasts, Ah-young slowly turned her body in a full 360 degrees, changing the angle of her feet so that every employee surrounding her could see the Breast Show clearly. She wanted to make sure everyone got an equal view of her jiggling tits.
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
“Ah-Ah-young’s Breast Show! Breasts! Jiggling! Jiggling so much~!”
For several minutes, she simply stood in place, twisting her upper body and making her breasts bounce like crazy while spinning in circles. Because of the violent motion, her areolas and nipples were barely visible, leaving only afterimages as her breasts swung.
Her shame multiplied. The weight of her own breasts made her shoulders ache.
“Ah! Please start the real show now~ Ah-young~”
Ah-young, who had been continuously shaking her breasts, suddenly flinched and stopped. If only it had ended there, it would have been bearable.
Unfortunately, it didn’t.
“Haa… Haa…”
Breathing heavily, she moved her hands behind her head again, assuming a position similar to the Basic Posture. From the front, her underarms were completely exposed.
“Please… enjoy Ah-young’s Breast Show… Have a… fun time…”
She took a deep breath, then closed her eyes tightly once more before opening them again. It was her final breath to steel herself against the shame and humiliation that was about to come.
“Hup!”
And then… she began to jump.
Hop! Hop!
“Ah-young’s breast bouncing!”
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
It wasn’t normal jumping. She was violently twisting her upper body left and right while jumping at the same time. The goal was to shake her breasts in every possible direction—up, down, left, right.
Every time she jumped and twisted, the movement of her breasts reached its peak.
She was jumping naked while deliberately making her breasts bounce. This was not something a woman should ever do.
She also slowly changed the direction of her body with each jump. Since she had to show the Breast Show fairly to all the employees surrounding her, she bounced and spun in a full 360 degrees while shaking her chest.
The sound of her breasts slapping against each other—reminiscent of applause—echoed endlessly.
Her jumps continued without any rest. The moment her feet touched the floor, she immediately jumped again.
Hop! Hop!
Slap! Slap! Smack! Clap!
Jiggle! Jigglejiggle! Jiggle!
Thwack! Thwack! Slap! Smack! Thwack!
Her soft breast fat kept colliding with itself. The constant fleshy slapping sounds were incredibly vulgar and perverted.
“Kyahahahahaha!”
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Happy laughter filled the office. The employees roared with laughter as they watched her breasts bounce, giggling and cackling.
If one only listened to the sound, it might have seemed like a cheerful office atmosphere… but for Ah-young, it was hell.
In the middle of the office, her large, soft mounds of fat were flying in every direction.
“Hek! Hek! Hek! Hek!”
Thwack! Slaaap! Thwack! Thwack!
Slap! Slap!
Every time she jumped, Ah-young let out a painful groan. For a woman with large breasts, jumping this intensely without a bra was extremely painful. The weight caused sharp aches throughout her upper body.
But physical pain was no longer the main issue for her. The countless people laughing at her bouncing breasts were what truly destroyed her. Within this humiliation and shame, her heart kept falling endlessly downward.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental torment.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap! Slap! Thwwaaack!
Her breasts shook as if they had a life of their own, flying in every direction.
Ah-young hopped and twisted her upper body to the left. Her soft breasts floated up as if weightless before being yanked to the left. The moment both breasts leaned left, she twisted her torso to the right and landed.
Due to inertia, her left breast stayed behind for a moment and was slapped by the right one.
Thwack!
Then both breasts followed the motion of her upper body, swinging in the opposite direction. The right breast swung toward the rightward twist, while the left breast—still recovering from being hit—remained slightly behind.
Each breast moved as if it were a living creature, twisting and colliding on its own. The motion was completely irregular and incredibly dynamic.
Ah-young jumped again.
Hop!
Her breasts flew off in random directions. They folded and whipped around as if attacking themselves. The large mounds spread wide to the sides, the soft flesh swinging so violently it looked like it might fly off her body, only to snap back like a boomerang.
The moment she landed, the spread breasts slammed back together in the center.
It looked like someone had thrown two bouncy balls at each other from opposite sides.
Thwwwwwaaack!
The loud collision of her left and right breasts at the center rang out. It felt like two soft masses of fat had gotten into a traffic accident.
“Ugh!”
Ah-young felt a sharp pain in her cleavage, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. The true charm of the “Breast Show” was to keep her breasts bouncing nonstop and perform “breast claps.”
Her breasts never got a moment’s rest. She jumped again, twisting to the left. Before the pain from the previous collision had even faded, her upper body rose, causing her breasts to drop downward before springing back up like coils.
Boioioing!
Jiggle! Jiggle!
The fat in her breasts flew in every direction. The Breast Show was an endless repetition of this horribly humiliating bouncing.
Thwack! Thwack!
Slap! Slap!
Thwwwwwaaack! Thwwwwwwwwaaack!
Pink afterimages of her nipples could be seen. The endless movement of her breasts was seriously vulgar and unsightly. If they weren’t shaking so madly, her breasts would have been perfect in shape… but this vulgar “show” made even Lee Ah-young’s perfect breasts look cheap.
Her once round and beautiful breasts now changed shape every second like something out of a cartoon.
“Kyahahahaha! W-what the hell is that?!”
“Ah! It’s too funny! Hahahahaha!”
“That slapping sound, ugh~ Ah-young, you’re seriously a master at breast bouncing~”
Every mocking laugh stabbed into her ears, but Ah-young had no choice but to keep shaking her breasts.
Slap! Thwack!
At this rate, she was afraid her breasts would lose their shape. But she couldn’t voice that worry to anyone. She could only obey. She didn’t even have the right to ask what would happen if her breasts became ugly.
This was breast showtime. Only after this horrible “show” ended could she eat.
…And no one knew when this Breast Show would finally end.
Thwack! Thwack!
Slap! Slaaaaaap!
Her breasts swung heavily to the left, then spun and collided violently again.
Slaaaaap!
Thwwaaack!
“Ugh!”
It seemed no one felt any sympathy for the miserable Ah-young. They simply focused on the sight of her large, beautiful breasts being ruined as they bounced, laughing uproariously and enjoying the “Breast Show.”
There was not a single ounce of pity.
Hop! Hop!
Jiggle! Jiggle!
The woman jumping naked, shaking her upper body violently and making her breasts bounce like crazy was Lee Ah-young.
If the old Lee Ah-young could see herself now, what would she think?
…She probably wouldn’t believe it. The gap between past and present was simply too vast.
“Kyahaha! Ah-young! Just shake for one more minute and then you can eat! We have work to do too!”
She had no idea how long she had been shaking her breasts. How many times had those soft, heavy mounds slammed into each other? No one had hit her, yet her upper body—especially around her chest—was bright red, and her breasts looked as if they had been beaten, glowing with a painful crimson hue.
She had only been shaking them, yet it looked as if she had been brutally beaten and punished.
Hop!
Jiggle, jiggle!
Slaaaaaap! Slaaaap!
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh!”
The dogfight between her left and right breasts. The only one suffering in that battle was Lee Ah-young, the Special Livestock.
“Final one!”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!”
Thwwwwwwwwaaack!
Ah-young’s bare feet landed after the final jump.
At last…
The “Meal Show”—that is, the “Breast Show”—was finally over.
Now…
Ah-young’s “mealtime” was about to begin.