Crippled by the weight of her enormous breasts, a woman books a specialist upper-body massage and finds her equally stacked therapist knows exactly where all that tension really lives.
The clinic was on the fourth floor of an old mill building in the city, and its little brass plaque said Posture and Relief: Specialist Bodywork.
$name1 had found it at two in the morning, lying awake with her back on fire. Her doctor had told her what everyone told her. Better bras. Physio. Maybe, one day, a reduction.
She didn’t want a reduction. She just wanted, for one hour, not to hurt.
She had been a 34HH since she was twenty-two. Her breasts were enormous, round and heavy, and she had spent fifteen years dealing with straps that cut grooves in her shoulders, buttons that gaped, men who spoke to her chest. The clinic’s website had a page titled For Our Heavy-Chested Clients. She had booked before she could talk herself out of it.
The therapist who greeted her in reception made $name1 stop dead.
“Ciao, you must be $name1. I’m Valentina.”
Valentina was maybe forty, Italian, with black curls piled up on her head and a wide red mouth. She wore a fitted white tunic that had clearly been made specially, because nothing off the peg could have held what she had. Her breasts were, if anything, bigger than $name1’s. Huge and high and pressed together so tightly under the white cotton that the tunic buttons strained.
Valentina caught her looking and laughed, warm and throaty.
“Yes. I know. This is why I specialise.” She touched her own shoulder. “Thirty years of carrying these. I know exactly where it hurts. Come.”
The treatment room was dim and warm, painted deep plum, with a strange-looking table in the middle. It had two padded cut-outs in the chest area.
“So you can lie face down without crushing them,” Valentina explained. “Everything off from the waist up, please. Lie with your breasts through the holes. Relax. I come back in a minute.”
$name1 pulled off her jumper and unhooked the heavy-duty bra. Her tits dropped free with a weight she always felt in her spine. Wide pink areolas, big thick nipples. She lay down and eased her breasts down through the two openings, and for the first time in years they simply hung, weightless, nothing pulling on her at all.
She actually moaned with relief.
“Good, yes?” Valentina said, coming back in. “Everyone makes that noise.”
She warmed oil in her hands. It smelled of orange blossom. Then she began on $name1’s shoulders.
She knew. She really did know. Her thumbs found the deep grooves where the straps dug in every day and pressed into them, slowly, firmly, until something that had been locked for a decade let go. She worked into the muscles at the base of $name1’s neck and the tops of her shoulders, out along the shoulder blades, down the long muscles either side of her spine that strained every day to hold her upright.
$name1 nearly cried.
“You hold them all the time,” Valentina murmured. “Even lying down, you hold. Let go. They are not going anywhere.”
Her hands moved out to $name1’s sides, kneading along the ribs, closer and closer to the place where the swell of her breasts began. Her fingertips grazed the soft side-boob that spilled out around the edge of the cut-out.
“The tension, it goes all the way through the chest,” Valentina said. “The pectoral muscle, under the breast tissue. For my heavy clients I work it from the front as well. You are comfortable with this?”
$name1’s mouth was dry. “Yes.”
“Then turn over, cara.”
$name1 rolled onto her back. Her tits fell to the sides of her chest, huge and soft, nipples already puckered and hard. She felt them go harder as Valentina looked down at them.
“Bellissime,” Valentina said quietly.
She poured warm oil directly onto $name1’s chest. It pooled in the deep valley of her cleavage and ran in shining rivers down the slopes of each breast.
Valentina began at the collarbone, pressing her fingers into the muscle there. Then her hands moved down, sliding beneath $name1’s breasts, lifting them. She held the full weight of them in her palms, bouncing them gently.
“So heavy,” she said. “I know. I know.”
She began to massage them properly. Big slow circles, pushing them up and together, then letting them spread apart again. Her fingers kneaded into the soft flesh, sliding over the sides, underneath, all the way around. She worked from the outside in, closer to the nipples with every circle, never quite touching them.
$name1’s breathing had gone ragged. Her pussy was throbbing in her leggings.
Finally Valentina’s oily thumbs brushed across both nipples at once.
$name1 gasped out loud and her back arched off the table.
Valentina did it again. And again. Slow strokes, flicking over the thick tips, then pinching them gently between finger and thumb and rolling them.
“This is… not physio,” $name1 whispered.
“No,” Valentina agreed. “This is something else. You want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no.”
Valentina smiled her wide red smile. Then she reached up and began undoing the buttons of her white tunic.
One by one, they gave way. Her bra was black lace, an enormous cupped thing that could barely contain her. She reached behind her back and unhooked it, and her breasts tumbled free.
They were incredible. Gigantic, olive-skinned, with big dark brown areolas and long fat nipples standing out stiff. They swayed heavily as she moved.
$name1 stared. She had never, in her whole life, seen tits bigger than her own up close.
“Touch,” Valentina said.
$name1 reached up with both hands and filled them. Hot, heavy, soft as silk. She squeezed and Valentina sighed. She thumbed those long dark nipples and Valentina’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Now,” Valentina said, “I show you the special technique.”
She climbed onto the table.
She lowered herself over $name1 on her hands and knees, and let her enormous breasts hang down until they touched $name1’s.
Nipple to nipple.
Then she began to move her body in slow circles, dragging her heavy oiled tits all over $name1’s. Their breasts pressed and slid and squashed together, four huge slippery mounds rolling against each other, hard nipples dragging through soft flesh and catching on each other.
$name1 moaned helplessly. It was the most erotic thing she had ever felt.
Valentina pushed down harder, mashing their tits together until they bulged out at the sides. She rocked her body forward and back. Her long nipples rubbed across $name1’s, flicking them, again and again, sending sparks straight down to $name1’s clit.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” $name1 panted, astonished. “Just from this. I’m going to –”
“Then come,” Valentina said, and pressed her nipples hard against $name1’s and ground them together.
$name1 came. Just from her tits. Her whole body shuddered on the table, her thighs squeezing together inside her leggings, a long stunned cry pouring out of her.
Valentina laughed softly, delighted.
“Oh, you are a sensitive one. Good. We go further.”
She sat back and hooked her fingers into the waistband of $name1’s leggings and dragged them down and off, knickers and all. $name1’s pussy was soaked, swollen, her inner thighs wet. Valentina stripped off the rest of her own tunic and her knickers until she was naked too, her full hips and thick thighs and her pussy shaved bare.
Then she lowered her face to $name1’s chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth.
She suckled hard, cheeks hollowing, while one hand pushed $name1’s other breast up so she could reach both nipples at once. She sucked them both together, both thick nipples crammed into her hot mouth, her tongue lashing them.
$name1 thrashed.
While she sucked, Valentina’s hand slid down between $name1’s legs and two fingers pushed straight inside her. She fucked her slowly with them, curling, while her mouth worked her tits.
“Your turn,” Valentina said finally, letting the nipples go with a wet pop. “Suck mine.”
She knelt up and leaned forward, offering one huge brown-nippled breast to $name1’s face. $name1 grabbed it in both hands and took the long nipple into her mouth and sucked like she was starving. Valentina moaned and fed her the other one, then pushed both of them together into her face until $name1 was buried, smothered in soft hot tit, licking and sucking whatever she could reach.
Valentina reached down to the shelf under the table and came up with a small velvet bag.
Inside were two pairs of nipple clamps on fine silver chains.
“May I?”
$name1 nodded, breathless.
Valentina pinched one of $name1’s nipples to make it stand as tall as possible, then closed the little rubber-tipped clamp over it. The bite was sharp and sweet. $name1 hissed. Valentina did the other, then clamped her own two long nipples, wincing with pleasure.
Then she clipped the chains together, linking her breasts to $name1’s.
When she leaned back, the chain pulled all four nipples at once.
They both cried out.
“Now,” Valentina said, her voice shaking. “Now we fuck.”
She swung one thick thigh over $name1’s hip and lowered herself until their pussies met. Wet to wet. Her clit against $name1’s clit.
She began to grind.
Every roll of her hips dragged their slippery pussies together and tugged the silver chain between their tits. Valentina rode her slowly at first, then harder, her enormous breasts bouncing and swinging, pulling on $name1’s clamped nipples with every movement. $name1 grabbed her hips and ground up to meet her.
The sound was obscene. Wet slapping pussy, rattling chain, two women moaning together in the plum-coloured dark.
“Pull,” Valentina begged. “Pull the chain.”
$name1 hooked a finger through the chain and yanked it.
Valentina screamed and came, grinding down hard, her pussy pulsing against $name1’s. The sight of her, those gigantic tits heaving and stretched by the chain, her head thrown back, sent $name1 over the edge right behind her. She came with her clit trapped against Valentina’s, thighs shaking, her whole chest on fire.
Valentina carefully removed the clamps, one at a time, and each time the blood rushed back into a nipple she bent down and kissed it, sucking gently to soothe it.
Then she lay down on top of $name1, their enormous breasts squashed between them like pillows, and sighed.
“How is your back?” she asked eventually.
$name1 thought about it. For the first time in fifteen years, nothing hurt at all.
“I’ll need weekly sessions,” she said.
Valentina kissed her slowly.
“Of course,” she said. “It is a very serious condition.”
