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Ann's Art Project

By: qexiqex



Adults only! Beware, weird stuff ahead. Don't continue if you are easily offended. Consider yourself warned. Lots of boob-peril, stuck breasts and other silliness happening down below. 

Appreciate any feedback! 

Qexiqex

*****

Ann couldn't remember when those dreams started. Ever since her breasts became so large, pictures of her globes started popping up in her mind all the time. Her boobs materialized as part of old paintings and art installations, on walls and windows, in fruit baskets and even inside book shelves! It was just crazy, and quite irritating.

At some point, Ann was concerned that she was about to go crazy. She knew she had to do something about those weird thoughts. And so she decided to study art, to make those fantasies a reality. Maybe that would make them go away!

In order to kick-start her career, she figured it would be best to convince the dean of her art school. With his support it should be much easier to gain appreciation and popularity for the twisted artwork she was planning to do. Without his backing however, she would most likely end up in the 'another weirdo trying to be creative' corner. She would likely never gain any popularity, but would instead be regarded as some sort of freak, obsessed with putting her own boobs all over the place. 

Following her well laid out plan, her first target was to get the dean on her side. This shouldn't be too difficult though, as Ann had heard that the dean was quite open to new ideas, and an avid supporter of controversial, sexualized artwork.

To bring her plan to life, she would have to create an artwork to exhibit her assets in a beautiful, yet daring setting that would make her breasts look like an expensive sculpture. But she would need to make sure that her boobs, and only her boobs, would be visible, and nothing else. And she would obviously need to sneak into the dean's office at night to set herself up. And then she just had to hope for the best.

Ann's heart was racing. The mere thought of being stuck in that office for hours, boobs exposed, made her horny as hell.

She went into her cozy little workshop, her mind full of ideas for the first object to showcase herself. A hollow column, made from dark wood, was the centerpiece of what she was planning to create. Ann had it custom-ordered a few days ago. This fine piece even had carved-in steps inside, so she could get in and out easily. With delicate movements, and fully absorbed by her task, Ann carved two carefully measured holes into the column, her small, skillful hands caressing the exquisite material in the process.

After a few days of work, Ann was finally satisfied with what she created. The luxurious bronze plate she ordered online, arrived just in time. Round, bold letters formed the description of her work: 

'Breasts of a happy woman, 2014'

'Artist: Ann'

'Sculpture made of styrofoam, latex, silicone gel and paint'

'Handle with care'

With trembling hands, Ann fixed the plate on the column. She was almost there, she would need to go into the innards of that column soon. The excitement almost killed her. With shaking hands she stripped herself naked, and climbed inside. It was dark in there. So dark that she barely found the openings. Things were much more complicated than she expected though. The column was too narrow for her to get her arms on her sides, so she ended up in an awkward stretch, her arms high above her head. Luckily the column was high enough, so her hands still wouldn't show.

Curious if everything worked out as planned, Ann pressed her naked breasts against the holes. The openings seemed to be big enough, but as she couldn't pull them from the other side, her only option was to push her flesh through from inside. But as her hands were trapped, this wasn't really an option either. 

Ann wasn't sure if her boobs were in fact aligned with the openings at all, and how everything looked from the outside. She was pretty sure that her boobs were pressing against the openings, but they didn't slip through. Damn! She should have set up a video camera to tape herself! That would have made it easy to check if everything was at least aligned well!

When Ann pulled herself free and climbed out of the column, she wasn't happy. In fact, she was furious. Furious about her own stupidity, about her non-preparedness and her bad planning. She looked at the column again, pondering how she would be able to get herself fitted. Without requiring another person to help, of course. This whole project was a secret, and should stay that way. Only after she convinced the dean, she would consider going public and advertise her art more openly. But for now it was only her, nobody else.

She was studying the column intensely for minutes, thinking about ways to pull her boobs through the openings. How could she do this? But first, she set up the video camera. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice! Then she looked at the holes again.

"Of course!" she muttered. She would just need to install some small, motorized rollers that would pull her flesh through! And she already knew where to get those! Ann dashed off to the much better stocked workshop of the performing arts props department. They often had to come up with some motorized moving props, so they surely had this kind of stuff in stock, right?

Ann was lucky. Pete, the props engineer, was at work and happily helped her out. A few minutes - and some awkward questions - later, Ann had twenty rather thick, about one inch long, battery-powered rollers, already wired up into two sets of 10 pieces. She couldn't believe her luck, it was just what she needed.

Back in her workshop, Ann positioned one of the rollers at one of the openings. The thickness was a problem. The rollers would surely show at the sides of her boobs! That would spoil the whole experience! She repositioned the small machine, angled it inward. Yes, that could work. She began fixing the small devices, one by one, in a circle around the openings. She then led the wires upward and fixed the small control module at the end, where her hands would be able to reach them. Each module had a simple 3-way switch to control the rollers.

Once she had everything fitted and cleaned up, she started the camera and prepared for another trial. Ann climbed in the hollow column, let her body slide down, and pressed her naked boobs against the roller-fitted openings as tight as she could. She searched for the controls and triggered the switches. The rollers sprang to live, and with a loud hum began to rotate. Ann felt her boobs getting pulled through and smiled. It worked! After a few seconds she felt a bit of pain around her boobs and concluded that everything was pulled through already. Satisfied, she flipped the switch to stop the rollers. She grinned broadly. That was easy!

After a few moments in the column, she got aware of a strange pumping sensation in her trapped breasts. It felt quite tight there, too! But it also felt rather interesting. Daring. On display. Exciting. Out of control and at the mercy of whoever would be at the other side. All in all, much better than she ever thought! Satisfied, Ann triggered the switches, and with a loud hum her trapped breasts were released. Giggling happily, Ann climbed out of the column and rushed to the camera. She couldn't wait to see how everything looked from the outside.

When she saw the footage, she couldn't believe her eyes. The sight was utterly spectacular. A simple, shiny, wooden column, a luxurious bronze plate, and two big, fat bulging boobs sticking out of the wood. The rollers weren't visible at all, her bulging flesh hid them perfectly. The holes indeed seemed to be quite tight, and her breasts looked rather puffy and swollen with a nice shade of pink. It looked so much better than she imagined! Ann was so happy! She decided to call it a day and have some fun with her friends tonight. And after that, she was ready for the real thing!

Her night out was fabulous, but left her with a bad hangover and a headache that really sucked. Ann was glad that she hadn't planned much for the day. The only real task she needed to do was, to find out if the dean would be in the office next day, and how to get in there.

With a buzzing head, Ann headed out to the campus. A look to the office opening times told her that the dean's office would be closed today, but that it would be open the next day 7 to 12. Ann went inside of the building and searched for somebody that might know a bit more about the office's habits. After a bit of searching, she bumped into the dean's assistant. Ann took her chance and asked her straight away if the dean is usually staying in the office, or if he's leaving the building. The assistant was a bit reluctant first, but she finally told her that the dean is usually spending his day giving courses and stuff, and that he's barely in the office except for the official opening hours. Ann thanked her for her openness and left. This was what she hoped for, she would be able to get out there around lunch time! Just about five hours of action in the column and she would be done. Great!

She went to her workshop and prepared her stuff. It would be rather difficult to get the column in the office, but everything else should be rather easy. She went back into her dorm room and began to prepare herself. An extensive bath, followed by a thorough shaving, lotions and everything else she could think of. She even applied some makeup, knowing that she would probably die from embarrassment if anybody would actually see it. Ann looked into the mirror, checked herself out. She examined herself closely, paying special attention to her big, full breasts. Yes, she looked good! Her mind started to wander. She thought about the whole project, how she would be there, in the office, reduced to a pair of tits. Beautiful tits, mind you. But how would the dean take note of her? Would he wonder what this strange sculpture is about? Maybe she should write a note and put it on his desk? Yes, that sounded like a good idea. She sat down and began to write.

"To the dean of arts:

Dear Mr Roberts,

You might have seen the sculpture of a woman's breast in your office. This is my very first piece of art that I ever created, and I must say that I feel quite insecure about it. I plan to apply for a slot at the upcoming General Exhibition but am unsure if my work is meeting the quality standards of this event. I was thinking long and hard about this, and decided it's best to ask for a review by an expert, you, first. Therefore I have set up my sculpture in your office, for your thorough study. I would welcome your sincere critique. 

Kind regards, Ann"

This should do it. Ann picked up the letter, re-read it, and grinned. Yes, that should work. So that's it! Everything is prepared! Now she only had to wait until about 4am before she can get started. Time to eat and get some sleep!

Of course, she couldn't get any sleep. Her mind was racing, she was so excited about what was going to happen that she couldn't get any rest at all. She ended up leaving her dorm at 3am, and that was after a healthy breakfast and an extensive trip to the bathroom! She just couldn't wait any longer. A few minutes later she was on her way to the dean's office, carrying the heavy column on her back. Opening the main door was easy, she had the key from one of her numerous side jobs. And getting into the dean's office was piece of cake, too. Her trusty student's card was all she needed to get in. She pressed the card into the gap between door and frame, and the door gave in. It obviously wasn't even locked properly!

She pushed the column into the dark room, maneuvered it into a corner just opposite of the dean's desk. A perfect place! She carefully positioned her letter on his desk, right on the keyboard of his computer. He had to see it. Now she only had to climb in there, right? Well, maybe a last trip to the toilet couldn't hurt.

A few moments later, Ann was back in the room. It was only 4:30am, that's more than two hours to early! But maybe that's good! Maybe that'll get her in the right mood! And if anything goes wrong, she would have plenty of time to fix it!

OK, so let's get cracking! Ann stripped, putting her clothes in a neat pile on a chair. Her clothes! Where should she put them? The only real option was in the column, anything else would be quite suspicious. Ann climbed on the chair and let her clothes fall into the hollow structure. Then she checked the room one last time. Everything looked alright. OK, ready to go. She climbed into the column, adjusted herself, pressed her bare breasts against the openings and activated the rollers. The humming sound and the pull on her tits was already enough to get her excited. She let the rollers do their work, let them pull and tug quite bit longer than at her initial test, before she switched them off. Now all she had to do was to wait. 

It was pitch black around her, she couldn't see a thing. And there was almost total silence, except for the odd creaking of the building's plumbing. She felt a light breeze on her nipples. Had anything changed? Was there an open window? Was there someone else in the room? Probably not.

Ann lost track of the time. She had absolutely no idea how long she was in that office already. By now, her boobs were almost the only thing she actually felt. They were pumping, buzzing, and kind of hyper sensitive. And they hurt. She definitely underestimated the pressure of those rollers against her breast. The holes were too tight with the added rollers, and caused her boobies to swell like balloons. But now it was too late, now she was trapped and had to endure it. She wondered how long it'll be until she can get out again. And how would it be, when the dean would arrive? Would he check her out? Would he find out that the 'sculpture' was actually a real breast, attached to a real woman?

Suddenly there was a sound. Footsteps! She heard some key rattling, then a bit of light through the top opening of the column. The dean arrived! Ann was wide awake, her heart racing. She heard heavy footsteps, some muttering, the sound of paper. Did he read her letter? Then different steps, lighter. Another person maybe?

"Ah, Ms Thompson, good morning. Do you know a student named Ann? There is a letter on my desk, and a rather interesting sculpture in my office. Did you allow her to bring this stuff in here?"

"Ann? No, never heard of her. Maybe the janitor or somebody from staff let her in?"

"Awkward. Never mind. Was just wondering..."

Ann heard footsteps again. Then, suddenly something was touching her super-sensitive breasts. It felt incredible! Rough hands were brushing over her globes, prodding, pushing.

"Well, whatever this 'Ann' person was using to create this sculpture, it did work out amazingly well. Could you come here and have a look? I would say the properties of this fine piece are almost up to the real thing. Don't you agree, Ms Thompson?"

Ann felt something touching her again, but this time it was a rather painful poke of a slender finger. "Bouncy!" She heard a female voice saying. "But they look a bit swollen and puffy! What does the artist want to tell us with this?"

"No idea! What amazes me is, that the thing even radiates some heat! Here, grab it with a bit more force! It's like you can feel the heart pounding, right? I have honestly no idea how the artist did this! And the texture and elasticity of this sculpture is simply amazing! See, when I pinch those nipples and pull on them, how nicely they stretch? Looks almost like the real deal! Oh, wow, those tiny little nubs even get hard!"

Ann was panting, desperately trying to stay silent. Tugging and prodding hands were all over her boobs! It felt amazing, but she was quite concerned that they would find out about her any minute! She closed her eyes, savoring the feelings caused by those prodding hands. Her nether region was definitely getting excited, too! If she would only have brought something to help her with that part!

"Alright, enough fooling around with this piece of art" she heard the dean say, "Could you please contact this artist and set up a meeting with her? I want to know how she created this incredible piece. And secure a slot at the exhibition for her, too!"

"Sure thing, will take care of it."

Ann heard the door close, steps, then some typing sound. Was she alone? Or was the dean working at his desk? Her boobs were still red and hot from the rough handling, but her heart was thankfully slowing down at least a bit. If she just would have something to grind against, to get some satisfaction! How long would she need to wait before she could get out? And how on earth should she continue to fool the dean with her 'sculpture'? She would have to create a fake version of her boobs, no doubt about it. But how to simulate the hardening of the nipples, the blushing and body heat? Was this even possible?

She heard the door opening, noise, voices. Plenty of voices! Ann heard the dean clearing his throat and then shouting "You must be the 

group of freshmen for this year's sculpture course. Please come in, I'll explain you everything you need to know regarding the administrative side of things. And as a special treat, I'm also in the lucky position today to show you a fine piece of art created by a fellow student of yours."

What was that? Was he advertising her own 'sculpture' to those people? How many were they, ten? Twenty? Thirty? Even more? She heard the dean explaining some stuff about how many courses everybody needs to take, how the grade system works, and so on. She didn't listen to the details, the only thing she was interested in was, how many people they were. She was getting nervous, really nervous. Panic-grade nervous. Then she heard the dean saying "Now to something more entertaining. Please have a look over there, at this dark, wooden column. This sculpture was created by your fellow student Ann, who did a truly terrific job."

Ann heard giggles, mumbling, some laughing. Some guy grinned "What's that? Some titties on a wall?" Another one said "I knew it, boobs always sell, everybody likes boobs!" A girl chirped "Well, they do look good, better than the stuff Ed created in the last course". Loud laughter.

"Yes, they do look great" the dean interrupted, "But it's not so much the looks, but the materials used, that puts this piece apart from others. Get closer, touch this incredible work, and you'll immediately recognize what I mean"

"Oh my, now it's really getting interesting" Ann thought to herself. Her mind was racing, her blood pumping, and she couldn't remember that she was as horny ever before.

"Ouch". That was her first thought when all those hands began prodding, poking and kneading her breasts. Thankfully she managed to keep silent, but the attention she received was overwhelming. Those guys really meant business! They teared at her, pinched her nipples, some even slapped against the undersides of her breasts, apparently too observe the 'springiness' of the material.

"This is so cool!" some guy shouted "They feel like prime boob material! I would be in heaven if my girlfriend would have melons like this!"

"Well," a girl replied, "I am getting a bit jealous. Those breasts indeed look and feel fantastic. How were those made?"

Suddenly Ann felt something very different, an absolutely fantastic feeling of a warm, wet 'something' engulfing one of her nipples.

"Are you kidding me, Ron? Are you really sucking at those fake boobs? You're disgusting!" Laughter, giggles. 

"But they feel so real! Nice and warm!"

"You moron! Those are fake! A stupid sculpture! Some freaking piece of 'art'!"

"Are you jealous or what? Should I suck on your tits instead?"

"Oh shut up and don"t touch those fucking melons ever again!" Ann felt a sharp slap hitting her exposed breasts. She bit her lip, hard, desperately trying to stay silent.


Ann's Art Project Ch. 02



Ann was pounding her head against the workbench in frustration. There had to be a solution! She simply had to find a way to create a life-like replica of her breast! If she couldn't come up with some brilliant idea, she was screwed big time.

Ann had spent the last few days brainstorming and checking different materials. Every day she was sitting there, fiercely groping her own breasts to get a feel for their consistency, softness and texture. But she wasn't getting anywhere.

And now she still was stuck in her workshop, with no significant progress whatsoever. She felt silly sitting there, at her littered workbench, her large breasts hanging out and dangling freely in front of her. 

But every few moments she would need to touch herself anyway, grope one of her large melons, poke herself and compare the feel with whatever material was in front of her. How else would she determine which materials to use for her project?

The dean was dead-serious! She still couldn't believe her luck. Her scheming to convince him of her art, her talent, was a fantastic success after all. That guy instantly became a huge fan of her 'sculpture' the moment he touched it, touched her! 

The only problem was that the 'sculpture' he touched was her very own - her actual - breast. And now he wanted to know how she created that 'sculpture'. But she didn't create anything yet! The dean had groped and squeezed her tits and didn't even know what he was touching!

Ann's head went dizzy just from remembering the situation. Of course, the dean was fascinated. Fascinated that the sculpture felt so real. That it even had that warm, life-like feel! 

Ann remembered that she nearly freaked out when he finally touched her disembodied breasts in his office and pointed out to his assistant that he could even sense a pulse, blood pumping, a pounding heart!

And to make matters worse, her damn nipples got hard just when he touched and tweaked them! Good grief, she got wet just thinking about it! Being stuck in that dark column, her breasts on display, out of reach, separated by a wall of wood, helpless to whatever would be done to them! What a blast!

Ann's eyes glanced around, examined all the stuff lying in front of her. What a mess it was! She tried everything she could think of, silicone implants, industrial foam, all kinds of molds, everything! 

But every single one of those materials had some flaws. The Styrofoam was too rigid; the foam was too foamy, only the silicone pads felt somewhat close. But even those felt so very different to her own breasts. The stuff felt way too rigid and cold, just not natural and way too artificial. And the whole warmth/pulse thing was another headache on a completely different level! She had absolutely no idea how she could fake that part at all.

Ann was frustrated. Her tries to come up with something that would at least appear to work were all pretty useless, and she had merely a week before her meeting with the dean. 

What on earth would she tell him, if she had no sculpture to show? She could hardly go there and 'play' the sculpture herself, while, at the same time, discuss with him how she created it? That was simply impossible!

Her head was fuming. This was a freaking disaster waiting to happen! Ann decided to go for a walk. Maybe that would give her some inspiration. She tucked her breasts back under her shirt, adjusted her clothing and left the building. She had to find a solution! She just had to!

Ann tried to clear her mind and started a brisk walk to the nearby lake. Her thoughts wandered, her gaze went here and there, and her brain worked overtime. She recalled the situation in the dean's office. How he and his assistant squeezed her trapped breasts, pulled and even slapped her bulging tits while she was stuck, hidden in that dark, tight column. Ann giggled, thinking about the feelings, the sensations those people evoked in her. What an awesome adventure!

But there was simply no way in hell she could 'replicate' her tits in a way that the sculpture would realistically imitate the real thing, right? If she was lucky, she may be able to create something that looked like her boobs from a few feet away. But as soon as somebody would go near the sculpture to inspect it more closely, or, heaven forbid, touch it, the trickery would become obvious.

Another alternative would be to convince another woman to help her out, someone with a similar built and skin tone, with massive, soft, pliable boobs just like hers. The only problem was that she knew of no-one who would fit into that category. And even if she would find such a person, how on earth would she convince her to cooperate? Not an easy task.

She returned to her little workshop, her mind spinning, and carefully examined all the materials again. She would need to focus on the looks only, on the texture, the color, on replicating how her tits looked in that column from some distance away, squeezed by the tight holes. 

Yes, this sounded almost doable, but the materials she tested weren't all that great. She would need to find something better. And how would she go about creating those replica breasts? She would certainly need to make some sort of cast, some form that she could later use to create the actual objects, the sculpture of her bosom.

Ann grabbed her laptop and decided to do some research, again. She quickly found endless variants of products and massive amounts of tutorials on how an artist could create a sculpture using polyurethane foam or other types of casting resin to create a cast or the sculpture itself. She had researched most of the stuff already.

She knew that some people used wax to do an initial outline, some plaster to create a form. Others used one type of polyurethane for the cast and another one for the sculpture. There were endless options, but nothing seemed very fitting for what she intended to do.

But then she stumbled over a product called 'ElastoHug Casting VDSE'. This particular piece of kit was marketed as the ideal choice to create realistic casts of soft objects in difficult environments. The 'VDSE' part stood for 'viscous delayed setting edition' and was intended to highlight the main property of this variant.

The material came in thin sheets that could be wrapped around the object like modeling clay. Once that part was done, the mass would need to be wetted with water, which would then start a chemical reaction that would liquefy the material into viscous goo. This goo would in turn sink into every nook and cranny of the object and slowly harden again over the course of a few hours.

Once that process was completed, the master object could be removed and the cast would be done. The end result would be a solid form, shiny and hard from the outside, and an exact replica of the master's surface property, wherever both came into contact with each other.

Ann smiled. This was exactly what she needed. Why didn't she find this before? The only slight problem was that this stuff was incredibly expensive. They wanted 200 dollars for the smallest pack! Considering her current financial situation, and the fact that she'd also need to buy some materials for the actual sculpture, this was definitely way over her budget.

She kept browsing on the site, hoping to find cheaper alternatives. And indeed there was a section labeled 'daily deals', where a similar product called "ElastoHug Casting VDSSIE" was offered for only 20 bucks per packet. She checked the description. The additional 'SI' in the name apparently stood for 'Strong Impact', whatever that meant in this context. Everything seemed to be the same, except for a few notes that read:

Dear artist, please be aware of the following:

1) This product should only be used to create casts of rigid or semi-rigid objects, as the resin will contract during the setting process and exercise significant force against the master sample to accurately replicate its surface structure.

2) This product will emit significant heat during the setting process and should therefore only be used with heat-resistant master samples.

3) This product may cause light irritation on skin and should not be handled without protective gloves or similar.

4) Depending on material, temperature and other factors, the minimum setting time of this product may vary between two to twelve hours. It is recommended to let the product harden overnight in a cool place. Avoid any disturbance of the setting process. Do not touch the resin as this may cause damage to its structure.

5) You may wrap the moist resin in aluminum foil or saran wrap before the setting procedure to protect it during this critical phase. Once the setting has started, do not remove any such foil or otherwise manipulate the material. Wait until the setting is complete before removing any wrapping (12 hours recommended).

Ann frowned. What a bummer! Looked like this product wasn't for her after all. Curious about what others had to say, she clicked on the 'read reviews' button and read:

funnybunny: I have used this resin to create a cast of my own hand, as I wanted to create a model of it. First, I was skeptical because of those warnings. But it worked flawlessly. My hand got a bit itchy and pinkish, but that went away after a few minutes. Also, there was very light pressure building up during the setting, and the resin pushed slightly against my hand as it expanded. But that was barely noticeable! I think the manufacturer grossly overstates the irritation risk and the expansion, probably because they want to sell you the much more expensive VDSE variant. I can definitely recommend this product! Don't let those warnings fool you!

The comment below read:

level99: Agree with funnybunny, this product is great and a real steal for this price. Get it, you won't be disappointed!

The next one simply said:

ImAnArtist: ^ this^

And yet another one stated:

FunkyGal: Yep, worked as advertised!

She clicked further, selected the only one star review for comparison. It said:

TheGreatHeadShaper: Ugh, don't believe the positive comments, this stuff is vile! And dangerous! Tried to create a cast of my head... What a disaster! Thought my trusty old noggin would explode! The pressure was unbearable, and it felt like my eyes would pop out. Also, that rash! Still scratching my ears all the time! DON'T USE THIS ON YOUR BODY!

Ann groaned. Why was it always like that? Why can't those reviewers have one opinion for once? Well, there were 20 positive reviews and only one really negative one. Maybe that guy got a defective product? Yes, that would make sense. So... should she try it? She pondered, trying to make sense of everything she just read.

She sighed. She was so fed up with this, she had so much to prepare and no time for this bullshit. Ann blinked and boldly clicked the 'buy' button. With pounding heart, she ordered a number of sheets. With overnight shipping she should have everything by tomorrow. This just had to work! The manufacturer surely just overstated the risk to be on the safe side, right?

Then Ann searched for actual modeling resin. She needed something life-like, something soft, which ideally would copy her skin structure in a realistic manner. She wanted the duplicate to have a skin-like texture so that the ambient light would break and reflect like on an actual body. If she learned anything in the short time at the university, it was that details and working materials matter. A lot. 

She browsed through plenty of art supply sites again, looking for anything that would fit her requirements. After a bit of searching she finally found a product that was advertised as ideal for creating soft, pliable body sculptures. The resin was apparently made of some latex-like material and its color tone was a bit like her own skin when she had a light tan. 

The product was described as soft and flexible and, to Ann's surprise, it was also reasonably cheap. She ordered one package and sighed happily. That was it! That was all she really needed, except maybe for some paint!

The shipments arrived on the next day already, and Ann couldn't wait to get started. She dashed into her little workshop, packets balancing in her hands, and began to prepare for her little experiment. Ann locked the door, removed her shirt and bra and inspected her large boobs carefully. After having spent most of the night thinking about how to cast her breasts properly, she was positive that she devised a reasonably good strategy.

Ann unpacked the resin and inspected the gooey strips closely. The material felt almost like clay. She carefully laid some saran wrap on her workbench and put the strips of casting resins on it one by one. Ann then used a rolling pin to flatten the squishy material a bit and to bring it into the right shape. With a bit of water, she began wetting the material thoroughly.

Once the resin was wet and shiny, and Ann giggling with joy, she wrapped the whole thing around her torso so her breasts and back were all covered with the squishy material. The sensation was quite pleasant; the wet, cool material was pressing tightly against her hot skin and caused goose bumps everywhere. Ann grinned as she felt her nipples harden and poke into the clay.

Looking at her mirror, Ann frowned. This wasn't working as expected. The resin didn't cover the area between her boobs, her cleavage, at all! And her boobs were flattened by the wrap! Why didn't she think of this before? How should the replicas work, how would she stuff them through the holes in the column when they were compressed like that? Her mind spun, trying to come up with a clever solution to this new challenge.

She thought about making a wooden plate with holes and use that to shape her breasts before wrapping them up, but in the end she decided to simply put some rubber bands around the base of each tit while they're wrapped, so she wouldn't have to toss away the resin and start over again. Those bands would surely be enough to get her boobs in the proper shape, and that was exactly what she needed.

Ann quickly searched for suitable bands, and luckily found a jar full of such. She nervously sat down, ready to proceed with her plan, and, with shaky fingers, grabbed a handful of the strong rubber bands.

"Oww!"

The sting from the first band snapping around the base of her left breast surprised her. Even though her bust was all wrapped up like that, it hurt like hell. She closely inspected the result, pressed her shining, slightly bulging flesh and shook her head. That definitely was not enough pressure! She wasn't satisfied at all. Surely, the column would press her orbs into a much tighter package! She had to show some courage and outdo herself on this task!

The young artist groaned annoyed, concentrated on what she wanted to achieve, and began wrapping the rubber bands around her tits. One by one they snapped in place. And with each of the strong bands, Ann's fingers shook a bit more as her breasts were forced into tight, hard balls of flesh. Her eyes became watery by the time she had applied the full pack.

With tears in her eyes, the determined artist inspected her now throbbing tits that were neatly packed into shiny saran wrap. Ann was fascinated about the effect the bands had on her breasts, about the way her flesh was formed and compressed by the wrap that still neatly covered everything with resin and kept the material well protected.

She walked to her large mirror, savoring the movement of the tight balls with every step. When she looked at her reflection her heart skipped a beat. The sight was nothing short of spectacular! Two, perfectly round, shiny plastic balls looked back at her and just begged to be touched! They looked simply delicious! Ann grinned, this was perfect! Now she just had to wait for twelve hours before she could continue!

Though after a few minutes Ann wasn't so sure anymore. The resin was getting hotter and hotter, and her constricted boobs felt like wicked balls of fire. She desperately wanted to scratch herself, to relieve the itching sensation just a tiny bit. But if she didn't want to damage the resin, she had to keep her hands off her wrapped-up treasures.

She had to distract herself, had to keep her mind from focusing on her delicate boob situation. And the first sensible thing that came to her mind was to go to the cafeteria and chat with people. 

She carefully put a body-hugging shirt on, pulled the cloth over her wrapped-up boobs and looked into the mirror to check if her constricted tits would show. But she looked like usual, like she would wear one of her push-up bras. Nothing awkward or suspicious there! Satisfied, she left her little workshop and headed to the cafeteria.

It got harder and harder to ignore the itching, and the heat generated by the resin almost killed her. Ann was sweating profusely and desperately tried to keep her hands off herself. And then she saw him. The dean. And he saw her, too! He smiled and waved at her and then quickly approached her table.

"Ann! I was looking for you since ages!" the dean beamed.

"Hi, glad to see you, too! Thank you for all your support! Really appreciate the opportunity to show my art!" Ann replied with a wide smile.

"My pleasure! Your art is simply amazing! So daring and provocative!" His eyes locked onto Ann's bulging breasts, "So these are the real ones, right? You made the sculpture after your own.... bust?"

Ann's face reddened as she nodded "Yes, yes I did. In fact, I'm working on an improved version just now!"

The dean looked at her with growing interest. "Really? Well, that's great to hear! Especially, because the well-known magazine 'The New Artist' just informed me that they will be covering the exhibition this year. And I'm sure your art will leave a lasting impression on the reporter!"

Ann's face reddened even more as she stuttered "D-Dean, I... I'm really glad about this opportunity and all. But I... I think this is a bit too much. I..."

Then something clicked inside her head, and she suddenly knew how she could make her little project so much easier on her nerves.

She continued, "For some reason, I can't stand witnessing how other people look at my art. When... when I hear them criticizing my work, or listen to their praises, my stomach churns and grumbles and I faint. That's why I avoid this situation at all cost. That's why you will rarely see me together with any of my artwork at any place. Remember, even in your office, you haven't seen me, right? I'd rather stay away and let people judge without me around."

Ann looked at the dean, hoping that he would swallow her sweet little lie.

The dean laughed, "Well, this is interesting indeed. I can somehow understand, but can assure you there is nothing you have to be ashamed of. Anyway, thanks for letting me know. I'll try my best to respect your wish. I can't guarantee that I can honor your request at all times, but I will certainly try to. Now, what's this improvement you mentioned earlier?" The dean's gaze locked on Ann's tightly packed twins.

The sensations on her compressed boobs came back with a bang. Sweat was forming on Ann's forehead; the intense heat felt like it would melt her breasts away any minute. Ann was barely able to reply and whispered, "It... will be a surprise..." Then she turned around and briskly walked away, back into the safety of her workshop.

The dean looked after her, puzzled, and laughed, "Artists! I never understood them! So emotional!" Then he too left the cafeteria.

The itch! The heat! The poor girl couldn't stand it any longer. She locked the door of her workshop, practically tore her shirt off and inspected her tightly encased boobs. Sweat was running down her cheeks, and she was howling in pain. Her breasts felt like they were being cooked! She wanted to rip this vile stuff from her body! But then the project would have failed, and she wouldn't have a solution for her little problem!




Ann's Art Project Ch. 02



Ann ran to the little refrigerator and ripped the door open. Ice! Where was the ice? The desperate girl grabbed all the ice she could find, lay down on the floor and put the welcoming cold over her heated, hurting boobs. That helped a bit at least.

Ann was cursing. She was furious about herself, about her stupidity. Why did she use that awful stuff? Why didn't she listen to that review? This guy was so right! She just hoped that her twins would be able to cope with the challenge! 

She looked at the watch. Barely an hour ago since she wrapped her breasts with the resin. How should she survive this? Meds! Maybe there were some painkillers somewhere! And some sleeping pills, too! If she just popped a few of them and got to sleep? Tomorrow, everything would be fine!

On shaky legs Ann approached the little medicine cabinet located in the bathroom. Thank god, painkillers! She popped some of them, grabbed some sleeping pills and went to her bedroom. It was just 3pm, but there was no way she could go through this awake! Determined to ignore the itching, Ann swallowed some of the sleeping pills and sighed relieved as her mind went dizzy. Minutes later, the stressed out girl came to rest and dozed off.

At 4am in the morning Ann stirred. She didn't know where she was, couldn't remember what happened. Just that something around her torso felt pretty weird and made it incredibly hard to breathe. Puzzled, the young woman crawled out of her bed. Her clumsy fingers found the switch and she turned on the light.

And then, she shrieked in shock.



Ann's Art Project



"Please!" the dean shouted with his dark, loud voice. "Don't you dare damage this sculpture! The reason why I showed you this extra-ordinary piece was, to make you aware of the kind of material that is available to you. Don't just use whatever is easy to work with, select the best material for whatever you want to create. Just like Ann obviously selected the finest materials for her breast sculpture. But enough of that. Please head out to the cafeteria, where we will have lunch together."

A polite clap of hands, then steps again. Silence. Was she finally alone now? Damn, her boobs hurt! She listened intently. There, she could hear some typing noises. Was the assistant still there? Ann wasn't sure. She waited, the feeling of her red, hot breasts almost overwhelming her senses. What an experience that was! Finally, she heard a chair moving, steps, the door. Nothing. Silence.

Ann waited a bit, strained her ears. She couldn't make out any sound. With pounding heart, she pressed the switches, groaning as her hurting breasts were released. She then climbed out of the column, checked the room. Nobody was there! She grabbed the heavy, wooden column, tried to rotate it to get her clothes out. Damn, that was difficult! After a few tries, her shirt and her rather short skirt finally showed up, bra and panties were still stuck inside. Ann groaned, put on the few clothes she got out, and pushed the column through the door.

The way to her dorm was exciting, to say the least. People looked at her curiously, probably wondering about the column she was carrying. Maybe they also spotted her bouncing, bra-less breasts, or got a peek under her short skirt. But Ann didn't care. She was just glad when she arrived in her room, totally spent. What a day that was! How exciting! It was so hot to feel just her boobs being handled by strangers, she could come on the spot, just thinking about it! But now she had work to do! She desperately needed a strategy for that meeting with the dean! And she needed to start working on an artificial 'copy' of her breasts immediately! How else would she manage that piece of trickery she was embarking on?

END