Curated Erotic Horror

Someone finally creates a “natural” breast enhancement method, and it comes in a pill. The pill causes a woman’s bust to slowly but steadily grow as long as she keeps taking it, by reclaiming fat from elsewhere in the body and storing it in the breasts. Since that also gets rid of any butt and belly fat they’ve been wanting to lose, many women use the pill to get rid of extra flab, even if they’re not otherwise interested in enhancing their chests.

Thanks to this amazing invention, huge breasts become very common. Women can suddenly eat whatever they want and never get fat, as long as they don’t mind eventually looking like Jessica Rabbit after a boob job. Fast food places are always full of girls with basketball-sized tits, and all-you-can-eat buffets are a good place to find women so outrageously busty that their breasts rest comfortably in their laps when they sit down.

Fashion companies immediately catch on that the now much slimmer, vastly bustier women are more confident about their bodies, and confident women buy more expensive clothes. Advertising starts to heavily focus on clothes that enhance, show off, and accentuate the bust. Within years, society has become incredibly breast-obsessed. Immense canyons of jiggling cleavage are perfectly acceptable in formal wear, underwear models are shown resting their heads on their giant racks like fleshy pillows, and it becomes popular for especially top-heavy women to wear corsets or push-up bras that lift their enormous jugs up so much that the bottoms of their faces are obscured by soft, jiggly titflesh.

As breast mania continues to run wild, the sexuality of breasts changes. They are still sexual, but they become much less taboo as women celebrate their big, bouncy boobs as icons of feminine beauty. Groping, kissing, and motorboating your girlfriend’s titties in public isn’t much different from kissing her in public.

When conservative groups try to ban public displays of breast affection, the backlash is so strong that it amplifies society’s existing breast fixation to incredible levels. Titfucking becomes the most common sex act in the world, and comes to be accepted as a perfectly normal, almost non-sexual thing. If a woman isn’t in the mood for sex, she lets her boyfriend tittyfuck her and blow in her cleavage. If one of a girl’s male friends is going through a dry spell, she’ll offer to titwank him, because that’s what friends do. Even public paizuri is less severe than most public indecency, usually resulting in a warning, assuming anyone bothers to complain at all.

The huge upswing in enthusiasm for titfucking eventually causes another change in the fashion industry. Women start to proudly wear loads of cum on their tits as if to say, “yeah, they’re huge, but I know how to USE ‘em too.” Cum-splattered breasts become a sign of beauty and sexual liberation, and before long, actresses and celebrities are strutting around with buckets of jizz squelching in their cavernous cleavage. Public titfucking is now a lot like touching up lipstick, and as long as the guy’s cock is hidden from view (usually by the massive pair of boobs he’s humping), it’s completely legal and okay.

Secretaries at large companies start wearing shirts with openings so that guests and employees can pound their milkers and cover them in spunk at any time while they’re working the phones. Most don’t even require you to ask permission. Some female inmates can get time off their sentences by signing up for libido relief programs. They sit in public booths and place their huge, soft breasts through holes in the side. Passing men can walk up to one of the giant pairs of tits sticking out of the relief station, use them to jerk themselves off, and dump a load or two on them while the inmates squirm and blush behind the dividers. It’s anonymous, but still embarrassing to be reduced to a pair of tits.

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