Claire applied the new soap-replacement to her breasts, and admired the smell. It was a lovely aroma, that of a summer’s day, with the bees doing their buzzing, the gentle breeze creating gentle waves of, well, waves in the cornfields – fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was amazing what could be invoked by a single scent. Claire lay back in her bath and dozed in her field, the sun warming from overhead, not too hot, but just warming enough to create a dozy state of mind.
Claire awoke, the hand of her boyfriend on her shoulder. “I’m just off to the supermarket. Is there anything you want?”
Claire thought for a few seconds. “No,” she replied. “Nothing at the moment, thank you.”
“OK. See you later.” He left.
A few minutes more, spent in the land of half-asleep/half-awake, then Claire got up and followed the track through the corn that John had left. A little bell rang a warning sound in the back of her mind, but it was blotted out by the loveliness of the day. The walk to the barn was just Heaven.
Once in the barn Claire sat on a small barrel. Now that John was gone there was no one else on the farm apart from herself. She removed her T-shirt, and then her bra. The balmy atmosphere in the barn made her want to float away, but as she couldn’t, she got up and walked about. She was just going to reach to open the door and show her “Bouncing Boobies” as John called them to the big country when she tripped and banged her nipples into the door. The only thing hurt was her ego, for not seeing whatever had caused her to trip, so Claire pulled away. Her breasts did so, as well, but not as Claire expected. The nipples stayed stuck to the door, and as she moved back her breasts stretched out, then with a faint pop came away from her chest. Another set of breasts appeared behind the set now attached to the door. There had been no pain. These were identical to the first set, but were attached to Claire as normal. The nipples of this new set were attached to the back of the set stuck to the door. Naturally, instinctively, Claire pulled again, and there was another pop and now there were three pairs of breasts, starting at Claire, to the door. She screamed and pulled harder. This pulled out a whole chain of breast pairs, pop, pop, pop, pop, stretching from Claire’s chest to the door.
Thinking she’d done something wrong, Claire walked forwards to the door, hoping to get her breasts back in her chest. Sure enough, this happened. With a sort of sucking noise, the breasts folded back into her chest, and soon she was stuck with her nipples stuck to the door. Claire leaned, chest stuck, on the door and cried for a bit.
Emotions sorted out, for the moment, she approached the problem logically. Could she unstick her nipples from the door? Looking at them it appeared as if they were just touching the door, with just the tip compressed to any degree. Cautiously, gently, she backed away, and then she heard the noise she dreaded – the pop. Screaming at the top of her voice, all reason left Claire and she ran backwards across the barn, while breast pair after breast pair popped out of her chest. She backed into the other side of the barn, and the chain of breast pairs sagged, like a chain between two posts. Screaming again, Claire bought her hands together down on the chain of breasts, and smashed. All this did was to propel her forward – no break, no pain.
OK, so going backwards won’t work. How about going forwards? She did, sucking in breasts as she went, to the door, and then kicked the thin wood, which hurt her foot. An axe lay conveniently next to the door, so she smashed it all around her stuck nipples and went through forwards.
She’d succeeded. Her breasts were free, and there was a hole in the door. How could she explain that to John? Who, however, was standing beside the pickup staring at her. So was the local policeman, priest, judge, jury (all twelve of them), football team, a crowd from the last day of the Olympics, and the entire population of South America.
Claire screamed, and woke up.
She was in the bath, and her nipples weren’t stuck to anything. Thank God for that! There were, however, two breast-shaped holes in the wall in front of her.
Complete holes, all the way through to the outside.
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