Ride of My Life

The girls turn to my chest and the industrial strength bra they had bolted to me. 'Boys really like breasts, big bouncy breasts. They have always been into them. They are obsessed so we've got you a special treat.' Mary waggles a pair of double D prosthetic tits in my face. 'Big boobs are all part of the presentation. It's not compulsory to have an ample chest as such, just highly desirable.'

The girls all titter. 'It's got to the point where a girl with anything less than D is a bit like a house without a power shower - not impossible to shift, but most potential buyers would automatically want to add one.' The girls all laugh again and Mary tosses Jill and Tina each a false tit. I lie pinned down with a knee to the bed as each girl lifts my bra and fill a lacy cup. They were huge.

'Parp-parp,' Jill roars in Benny Hill fashion as she grabs a handful. 'Fabulous tits,' she giggles.

'Perfect,' Mary sighs. 'Those beauties will wobble like jelly. They won't keep still as you pedal. Everyone will see what a pathetic sissy you are.' She gave them a gentle squeeze, positioning them centrally to my frame. 'You should consider a pair. Pumped full of silicone and you'd be displaying the results at every opportunity.' She manhandles my tits again. 'Perhaps after today you will? I personally don't think you want to wear trousers ever again and think a good pair of tots would set you off beautifully.'

As she cups a feel something weird happens. My chest tingles and I feel my nipples harden and glow with excitement. That glow is in turn connected to my stomach, that in-turn is connected to my arse that is connected to my cock.

'You can't dress all girlie with tiny tits. You'd look like a sexy tomboy even in this sissy dress. But really the world looks at us big girls.' They all laugh and suddenly surround me, leaning over until their own tits are squashed in my face. 'Hurrah for big tits,' Mary cries 'Hurrah for big tits' and I blush.

Seeing my face redden they rock back and forth on the bed as if doing a version of the hokey kokey, each time squishing my face with wooly jumper, bra and soft tit.