Laura is a gorgeous six-breasted model. Unlike many of the other six-breasted models here, Laura has not three pair of breasts, but rather two rows of three breasts. She has never come to completely accept her extra breasts, just as most people have never come to completely accept her story as to how she came to have these breasts. Old photos of her confirm that she grew up a normal two-breasted teenager. She was one of the most popular and desirable girls in her high school. She graduated high school and went on to college where she majored in anthropology. During her senior year in college, she traveled to Africa to study several cultures in East and Central Africa. Laura was fascinated by the mixture of new technologies and old beliefs in many of these societies. In many ways, the people she studied were much like the people she knew in America. Many of them drove modern vehicles and worked in modern factories. Yet, many of the people who drove these vehicles and worked in these factories steadfastly adhered to beliefs and practices which Laura considered to be "primitive." She wondered why some old practices had completely succumb the "modern" way of doing things while other seemingly outdated practices endured.
While she was visiting one community, she witnessed an event which she considered ludicrous. It seems that a relatively wealthy landowner in the community had recently died. Unlike some other communities she had visited, the man's widow had full rights of inheritance of the property. Soon after the man's funeral, the wife took over possession of the land. However, the woman's neighbor publicly alleged that the she was a witch and that she had used witchcraft to kill her husband while make it appear as though he died from natural causes. The neighbor went on to say that the recent drought and poor crops in the area were also a result of the woman's witchcraft. As evidence, the neighbor pointed out that the only rain which had fallen recently was to the west, and that the only person to own property to the west of the community was this widow. He stated that her late husband's crops were in poor shape even with the expensive irrigation system he had. The rains, which had come soon after his death, fell in just enough time and in just the right area to replenish the water supply on the woman's newly inherited property while giving no relief to the other farmers in the area.
To Laura's amazement the townspeople actually took the man seriously. The widow was arrested and taken before the local judge. A trial was held for this woman. The two sides argued their cases for almost an entire day. Laura was in attendance. She watched the trial with absolute fascination. She recognized the format of the trial as being somewhat similar to the American system, but the introduction of hearsay testimony was freely encouraged. Soon, witness after witness was remembering cases of misfortune which had befallen them. They began to actively associate their misfortunes with witchcraft. Previously harmless activities of the accused woman suddenly began to take on mischievous, witchlike qualities. After both sides finished their arguments, the judge rendered a guilty verdict. He ordered that the woman be striped of her property. The property would be divided into smaller sections and auctioned off. The woman herself would be banished from the town. She would henceforth live in almost total isolation having only minimal contact with outsiders. She would essentially be forced to become a hermit.
Laura looked at the faces of the others in attendance at that trial and saw the looks of satisfaction on their faces. Most of them were pleased with the verdict. Against her normal objectivity, Laura stood up and yelled. "What have you done! Don't you see you've allowed superstition and hysteria to cloud your judgment. There is no such thing as witches! Are you all fools?!"
The man sitting next to her immediately stood up and yelled back at her. "You Westerners only know about your science. Science is good, but it doesn't have all the answers. When it fails to give you an answer you blind yourself to the obvious. Anyone who can see and who can allow himself to believe knows that this woman is a witch."
Laura was flabbergasted. She was speechless at what she saw as complete madness. She ran out of the room without another word. She left the town the very next morning. As she tried to study the next community in which she found herself, she discovered that she could not forget about the injustice she had witnessed. She thought that the widow's journey from wealth to impoverished isolation was a tragedy. A couple of nights she found herself crying over the poor woman's plight. She finally decided that the only way to feel better was to offer the woman her support and charity. Laura traveled to the impoverished dwelling in which the woman now resided. Laura had brought food, money, and other gifts of charity to offer the woman. When Laura approached the shack, she was surprised to see the widow rush out.
The woman was screaming at her. The widow shouted. "Leave, or you will be sorry! I am a witch! Only idiots come here! Turn back now!"
Laura lowered her head in sorrow. It was obvious that the others had managed to convince the woman that she was a witch. Laura yelled. "Don't you see that the others have brainwashed you? You know very well that you're not a witch. Stop these foolish warnings! I'm coming in and I'm going to give you these gifts."
The woman shrugged and said: "Come in if you will, but don't expect to leave alive. I am a dangerous woman." She turned and went back into her meager dwelling. Laura followed. She placed her gifts on the table in the center of the dwelling's only room. The woman swiped at the food and other gifts, knocking them to the floor. "I don't want your things! I have my witchcraft to provide me with all I need.
"You know that's not true," Laura responded. "Everyone depends on someone. No magic will provide you with the necessities."
At this point, Laura's story begins to take a strange turn. She explains: "The woman then told me that she had always known that she was a witch. She said that she had lied in court, that she wished to stay in the community. It was important for her to be near others. According to her, she needed to be close to others in order for her magic to work. I told her that she was suffering from some kind of delusion. She told me that she could prove she was a witch.
"She ripped open her shirt and yelled: 'Look!' She pointed to a spot on her left breast. She continued yelling. 'Look at the third nipple and know!'
"I shook my head slowly and asked: 'know what? I see no third nipple. I only see a small blemish on your breast, and even if it was a third nipple, it wouldn't mean anything. Whether it's a blemish or nipple, it's only a birthmark. It not a mark of evil.' I couldn't help but let out a little laugh at her primitive beliefs about markings of evil.
"She erupted with anger when she heard my laughter. 'You think it's funny?!' She shouted as she covered her chest back up.
"I forced the smile off my face and responded. 'I'm only trying to say that it proves nothing.'
"She continued to shout. 'You think you're pretty smart don't you? Well, explain this...' She pointed toward a small dried up bush near the open door of the shack. I stared at the bush and watched in amazement as it appeared to spontaneously catch on fire. The flame appeared from out of nowhere and immediately engulfed the dried up plant. A chill raced up my spine as I suddenly began to doubt my own beliefs. I felt frightened, frightened of the woman I had regarded as primitive.
"She glared at me with a devious stare. 'Now do you believe?' She asked. I tried to hide the fear in my voice. I stated that there had to be a reasonable explanation for what I had seen. She laughed. 'You have seen my third nipple and the fire I released from my soul, and yet, you still refuse to believe. I think you have proved that you are the fool.'
"I screamed at her. 'A third nipple means nothing! You are the fool! No fire inhabits your soul and a nipple has no special significance!"
"'No special significance,' she responded. 'Of course it has a special significance.' Two nipples feed the children we bring in to the world. Extra nipples can only fed the demons of the world. The evil spirits which inhibit the world need to be fed too. I feed them, and they use my body as a vessel for their evil practices. I give them the food they desire, and they give me the powers I desire. It's a symbiotic relationship.'
"'You're living a delusion,' I said as I headed for the door. 'I'm tired of trying to show you the truth.'
"She grabbed my arm. 'You shall know the truth!' She yelled. 'Maybe the evil spirits will visit you too. I curse you!'
"'Whatever,' I tried to say dissmissively, but the quiver in my voice betrayed me. I tried to break away from her grip, but she held my arm firmly. She grabbed one of my breasts with her free hand.
"'I curse you!' She repeated. 'Don't try to run to your modern doctors or scientists either. If they try to remove it, it will only become worse.'
"'Remove what?' I asked. 'What will become worse?' The woman only laughed as she released me from her powerful grip. 'What will become worse?' I asked again. My voice now gave a clear indication of my growing fear. I was preparing to ask her a third time when she grab my arm and spun me around. She then gave me a hardy push in the center of my back which sent me flying to the ground. I looked around and prepared to yell at her, but she was not there. She had disappeared. I stood up and walked back into the shack, but the one and only room was vacant. I searched around the outside of the dwelling, but she was nowhere to be found. I reluctantly left.
"Later that night, I examined my entire body in front of the hotel mirror. I was dreadfully afraid that some deformity would envelop me. I found nothing strange on my body. I told myself that the crazy, old woman was simply trying to scare me. Any bad event that occurred would be attributed to the curse, and I would go running for her mercy. I warned myself not to be pulled into the trap. A little misfortune comes into everyone's life now and then, and if any comes my way, then I shouldn't try to blame it on any curse. I got no sleep that night. I spent the next three days being extra careful. I looked carefully into all dark corners and alleyways. I was ultra alert. No misfortune befell me on those days, or the following day. I chastised myself for even having been afraid of a silly curse. I finished my tour of the African communities a little more than a month later with no more than my fair share of calamity. I returned to the U.S. and soon forgot all about the encounter I had with the woman.
"It wasn't until almost three months after my arrival home that I again thought of the woman. My thoughts of her were sparked by a dream I had. In the dream, my arms and legs were chained to a wall. I pulled at the chains, but I was unable to break free. It was dark, I could not see the room except for the small area directly around were I was chained. Only one very dim light penetrated the darkness of the room. It was a small red light far above my head which focused on me. I heard a low moaning and a scraping across the floor. Something was approaching me. I was frightened. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what it was. The scrapping grew louder, until, finally, it stopped. At first I felt the warm breath of the creature on my skin. I still had my eyes closed, but I somehow knew that it wasn't human. I felt fur rub up against my leg. Then, I heard the sound of sucking. I opened my eyes in the dream and beheld the creature. It had the legs and hooves of a goat like some satyr. It had two horns sticking out of its head, one on each side, just above its small pointed ears. Its face was that of a bearded man. The rest of its body was also human-like, except that it had ten small snakes coming out of its hand instead of fingers. It had its hands wrapped around me, and I felt the snakes slithering on my back.
"I then look at my own body and realized that it too was different. The creature was sucking on one of the protrusions from my udder. Yes, just below my breasts, and above my waist, I had a cow's udder. Yet, I looked again an saw that my waist was different too. I lifted up my leg as far as the chain would allow and tried to get a better look in the darkness. I looked down at my foot, except there was no foot. I too had a hoof. I realized that from the area just below my breasts, down to my hooves, I resembled a cow. I had the udder, the short black and white fur, the tail, and the hind legs of a cow. The creature continued to suck on my udder. I tried to struggle, but I could not stop the creature form sucking on me. Suddenly, as the creature finally stopped sucking my udder, the face of the creature changed from that of a horned man to the face of the woman from Africa.
"She looked directly at my face and spoke. 'I don't know if the evil spirits will visit you, or if you will even realize it when they do, but you will certainly be appealing to their tastes.' I then awoke. I sat bolt upright and looked at the familiar scenery of my bedroom. My heart was pounding. I pulled back the covers and looked at myself. No hooves, no udder, no tail, it was just my normal body. My heart then quickly started to slow down to a more normal beat. I lay back down, and finally fell asleep after remembering the whole dream and the whole experience I had with the woman in Africa.
"The next day, I went to class as I normally did. The terror of the dream had faded. It wasn't until later that night when it happened. I was getting ready for bed. I slipped off my sweatshirt and bra, and prepared to put on my nightgown. It was then that a tremendous pain exploded in the center of my chest. I fell to my knees, pressing a clinched fist up to the area on my chest where the pain was emanating. I was filled with panic. I thought for sure I was having a heart attack. I tried to crawl toward the phone, but the pain was too intense. I couldn't move. I collapsed. My back rested flat against the floor. I looked up toward the ceiling, still clutching my chest. I thought I was going to die, when suddenly, the pain disappeared. I rubbed the center of my chest where the pain had been. I felt a small bump in the area between my two breasts. I looked down at my bare chest and saw a third nipple in the area between my two breasts. It was shaped exactly like the other two nipples. I spend most of the night examining the new nipple and thinking of curses.
"I skipped class the next day and made and appointment with my physician. I told her what happened, and she appeared amazed by the whole story. She set up an appointment for me to see a cosmetic surgeon. Two days later a had a consultation, and the surgeon agreed to operate a week later to remove the damn thing. I asked about scares. He assured me that with the new laser surgery techniques that there should be little or no scaring. He was right, the operation to remove the extra nipple went well. I healed very quickly, and no scars were visible.
"It was about a month after the operation that I had another extremely painful feeling in the center of my chest. The situation unfolded exactly as it did the first time. I was overcome with pain when I prepared for bed as I tried to put on my nightgown. When the pain ceased, I felt that the nipple was once again there. This time, however, the transformation didn't stop with just a nipple. I watched as the area around the nipple started to expand. It was like someone was inflating a balloon inside the skin on my chest. I screamed, but the area around the third nipple continued to grow larger. I realized that a third breast was developing. In the period of a few seconds, I had grown a completely new breast in between my other two. I sat there on my bedroom floor and felt my new breast. I yelled. "Why!"
"It was the curse. I had continued to deny it after I had the first new nipple removed, but there was no denying it now. It was true, the woman was a witch. I then remembered what she had said: 'Don't try to run to your modern doctors or scientists either. If they try to remove it, it will only become worse.' The 'it' was the third nipple, and it had become worse, it was now an entirely new breast. I wondered if I tried to remove the new breast if it would grow back too, or even worse, if two new breasts would grow in its place. I was afraid to even consider the possibilities. I just knew that I had to get the thing off of me.
"I managed to persuade the cosmetic surgeon to operate on me two days later. I had very little time to enjoy my post-surgery look this second time. I was awakened in my hospital bed by the pain. I pulled back the sheets and saw that the doctor had been successful in removing the third breast, but the immense chest pain was back, and it was worse is time. It was much more painful. As the pain started to fade I looked down at my chest and saw four new nipples starting to form. One was in the same familiar spot between my normal breasts. The other three were forming directly below the top three nipples. After the four new nipples formed, the area around all the them began to expand. I screamed. Two nurses came running into the room. They looked at what was happening to my chest, and they called the doctor. By the time he arrived in the room, it was too late. I was now six-breasted.
"I cried continually for the next several days. The surgeon offered to try again, but I knew what would happen if he removed my four new breasts. I would be stuck with even more new breasts. I realized that surgery wasn't the answer. I had to go back to Africa and have the witch take off her curse.
"I did go back to Africa, but it was too late. The local towns people told me that the old witch had died a couple of months ago. A group of brave men had apparently captured her and destroyed her the only way they could: by burning her alive. I spoke to a local judge and asked him if he knew of any other witches. He said that he knew of none. He said I was welcome to ask others if they knew of any other witches, but he told me that even if I found one that she could not help me. He stated that only the witch that cast a spell can reverse it. He said that when a witch dies, any chance of reversing an old spell dies with her. I did ask several other people if they knew of any witches. Nobody I spoke with knew of any, and they all told me the same story as the judge, that a curse can only be lifted by the witch who cast it and that once the witch was dead, it was impossible to reverse the spell. Just before I left Africa, a woman approached me and said that she had come a long way to find 'the many-breasted one.' She said that she had a message for me from the witch who was burned. She handed me an envelope. As soon as I took it from her, she ran away. I yelled after her to stop, but she didn't even break stride. My name was written on the front of the envelope . I tore it open. One small piece of paper fell out. Only two words were written on it: 'NO RETURN.'" Indeed, there wasn't any returning to the way it was for the witch or for me."
Laura eventually came to work as a model here at the studio. Here is a question and answer session in which she took part:
Q: Have you come to accept your breasts?
A: No.
Q: Why not?
A: I hate the way they look and what they represent.
Q: What do they represent?
A: My ignorance and my conceit.
Q: About other cultures and your own beliefs?
A: Yes, and about spirituality. Even though millions of people believe in the spiritual, I merely judged them as fools without ever once examining their beliefs.
Q: You do realize that most people don't believe your story.
A: They are suffering from the same close-mindedness that I once had. I only hope for their sake that they don't have to be cursed in order to open their minds.
Q: I assume you would remove your extra breasts if you could.
A: Absolutely. They now serve as a constant reminder of my foolishness. If I knew that more wouldn't grow back, I would have them removed in a second.
Q: Have you ever considered trying to have them surgically removed again?
A: No, I know what would happen.
Q: Can you be sure that they will grow back?
A: I'm not stupid enough to try and defy the curse a third time.
Q: What do you think would happen if you did?
A: I'd grow even more breasts than I have now.
Q: How many do you think you would grow?
A: Probably seven. All the ones I have now would grow back and three more would probably come in under those.
Q: And if you had those removed?
A: I would probably grow even more.
Q: Where? There wouldn't be much more room.
A: I'd probably start growing them on other parts of my body, like my legs.
Q: And if you had those removed?
A: Look, I don't know. I only know that the witch said that it would get worse. I suppose if I keep defying the curse, I might become one big walking and talking breast.
Q: What do you think of the woman here who love their extra breasts?
A: Their nuts.
Q: I guess you haven't made many friends here.
A: I'm friendly with everyone here at the studio, but no, nobody here is a close friend.
Q: Do you have any close friends?
A: No, not really.
Q: Are you involved in any romantic relationships?
A: No.
Q: Have you been involved in any romantic relationships since your transformation?
A: No.
Q: Why?
A: I'm ashamed of my body.
Q: But, you're a model.
A: Yes, I'm aware that many others find my body attractive, but I don't.
Q: But, then why did you become a model in the first place?
A: It was one of the few career options I had considering I can't get the extra breasts removed.
Q: Are you generally a depressed person?
A: No, even though I don't like my look, I've learned to live with it without feeling too depressed.
Q: Do you get your bras through the studio?
A: Yes.
Q: Are they expensive?
A: Very. The six-cupped bras I usually purchase usually run somewhere between 50 to 100 dollars apiece as opposed to the 10 to 20 dollars I used to pay before the transformation.
Q: Do you ever consider not wearing a bra?
A: No, I wouldn't feel comfortable without one.
Q: How many bras do you own?
A: I own ten six-cupped bras and several two-cupped ones. Sometimes I use two soft-cup bras to cover the three breasts. I have one cup covering each side breast while I double cover the middle one. This method only works well for the top three breasts however. When I use two soft-cup bras for my bottom set of three breasts, I can't put the straps on my shoulders because it digs in too bad, so I just crisscross the straps to where the straps hold on to the sides of my chest. Unfortunately they have a tendency to slip down. If I want all of my breasts well supported, I must use a six-cupper.
Q: What about sports bras or halter tops?
A: They don't work at all for the bottom three breasts, and they don't work very well for the top three either. They don't fit properly. Thus, they don't provide much support, and with my breasts, I need plenty of support.
Q: Do your breasts ever cause back pain?
A: Yes, right after my final transformation, it was really bad sometimes, but now I don't have as much of a problem. I usually only have occasional, small backaches now.
Q: Finally, do you think you'll ever come to like your breasts as they are?
A: I doubt it.
Q: Thank you.
A: No problem.
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