Kanoe's heart sank as the girls scatter, leaving her there on the ground. She whimpers softly. Despite their leaving, they still had their hold on her with the dozens of photos of her in this horrible state. The witch had to find them but that was the least of her worries now.

For several moments, the witch could only lay there. Her chest shivers with each long shuddering breath as her thighs twitch from the afterglow of her climax. She could hear the footsteps coming closer. Kanoe screams inside her head. Move! Her arms weakly fold over her chest, attempting to resnap her bra. Everything felt so slow as the witch rolls to her side and tries to button up her blouse before the next person sees her like this.

She hears the footsteps slow down nearby... then they stop entirely. Her heart pounds in her chest, fear raising up. She only has the thickness and width of a treetrunk hiding her semi-naked form...

Kanoe finds herself able to resnap her bra as she holds her breath, but the tightness of the cloth on her skin makes her shiver. Worse still is the blouse; as it begins to cover the sea of titflesh not already covered by the bra, her breasts begin to ache again. God, even after that... relief...! She could barely stand to move and have the blouse closed...

So unnerved and overwhelmed by the powerful sensitivity of her chest, she barely notices the footsteps fading away. One good thing has gone for her; the person who was coming by hadn't noticed Kanoe's... distress. Which means she can finish buttoning the blouse... even though every motion and breathe makes her arms and legs quiver. What IS she going to do??

Every breath causes her breasts to rise and rub lightly against the fabric of her bra. Waves of tingling sensations causes her body to shiver with pleasure. She tries to control herself but all she did was make longer and deeper breaths that only added more ache and need to her swollen orbs. Will this nightmare ever end?

As the footsteps moved further away, her fingers continue to fumble with her blouse. Every button made each breath an even harder task to manage. Soft moans occasionally escape her lips as she finally began to sit up. Using a tree for support, Kanoe manages to get up on her weakening legs. The dorms felt so far away now. Feeling the soaked fabric of her panties against her quivering slit causing the woman to shiver in embarassment.

Making sure it was clear, she steps back onto the path. The witch remained near the edge of the path, using the nearby trees to help support her weary form. Every step, every breath wears away what weak resistance her body still held. Diamond hard nipples drag against her bra and blouse sending sparks flying in her loins. Her legs wobble, unable to walk in a straight line. She nearly looked like a drunk person as she stumbles her way in the direction of the dorms. Eyes blink slowly, remaining half lidded as they grew glassy. Kanoe's focus was on the two heavy orbs sending waves of aching pleasure rolling through her being as juices continue to trickle down her shivering thighs.

Kanoe, at the very least, manages to redress herself, and struggle on towards her dorm. Her closed blouse felt like a prison and chamber of torment; her quivering orbs were constantly bombarding her with waves of pleasure, so much so it fogged her mind. She had to end that terrible stimulation somehow, even sating it wouldn't help for long! And as she inched out of the shortcut, onto the grass before her dorm, she thought she run out of breath before she made it.

But stubbornly, strongly, Kanoe forged ahead. Not knowing where she was going, entirely, her instincts still guided her into the dorm, and for her room... when her fingers finally fall upon the door handle, it's a sudden and welcome surprise. She's made it to the haven of her room! Within, maybe the witch could... find means of ending this torment. Even if it just meant more... stimulation, and relaxing the aching mammaries in the open air.

So eager is she to enter, that as she hurries in, she first misses the short male figure sitting on her bed. It isn't until she begins whatever... 'means' of relief she's sought, that she notices the crunch of potato chips, and is able to focus on the manipulative monster she had met from long ago. But with the memory manipulations she had undergone... she only knew that a strange young teen was sitting on her bed.

Her fingers fumble with the door knob. The cool metal against her fingertips brought a small spark of life back into the woman's clouded gaze. The witch could not stop shivering as if she was out in a cold winter's night. Juices had been soaking into her socks, glistening her thighs completely. Finally getting the key in, she stumbles inside.

The door slams shut as Kanoe leans up against it. Sliding down to the floor, she did not bother locking the door as her fingers went to work. Buttons popped off her blouse as she nearly tears it open. Her bra snaps off as her swollen orbs bounce free of their confinement. Long blissful moans sound through the room as fingers rub and squeeze the firm flesh of her breasts. Waves of sensation and relief rolls through her body, causing her eyes to flutter and roll back in her head. Oh god it felt so good.

The sound of crunching chips causing the witch to freeze in place. Her heart was pounding rapidly as she gasps in shock. Kanoe's eyes focus at a figure on the bed. Her eyes widen as a scream leaves her lips. Who is this person and why was he in her room?!

Kanoe's relief was short-lived, her shelter invaded by a strange young man! Even as she reacts in shock, her door swings shut, closing off the room from the hall... and from the nearby students around them. A small white tentacle uncurled from behind the door, where it had lurked and waited...

But her attention was on the young man on the edge of her bed. "Mmm... poooor Kanoe. Are you having some trouble?" His tone was teasing, mocking, and he leered at her exposed breasts, and her rolls of ample titflesh bulging between her fingers.

"Are you going to tuck those away? Or is that an offer for me to play with them?" He smirked, putting a few chips in his mouth, chewing and crunching them noisily. Whoever this was, they were vastly enjoying Kanoe's... situation. And the worst of it was, the sensation -wasn't- going away. In fact, her breasts were demanding more stimulation, relief, attention! She doubted she could put on even a bra, now...

"Sh-Shut up...ahhh.."

She moans as her fingers continue to work. The need was growing. The witch could not stop herself from stroking her swollen orbs. Her eyes flutter and blink slowly, trying to keep some focus. The feeling and withdrawal was very much like an addiction. Waves of tingling warm rolls through breast. She could swear they were larger now. Nipples were sticking out like sore thumbs, peaking above puffing pink areolae.

"G-Get out..please.."

Her voice had little force behind it. Already her mind was focused on one thing, pleasuring her chest. Juices drip from her soak panties and onto the carpet, filling the air with the musk of her sex.

He chortled at her plight, her body sparking in bliss as she continued to molest her large mounds. Leering, he rose, walking up to her and simply seizing one breast in his hand roughly. Rolling and squeezing, he smirked at her reaction... and her despair.

"I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be going out. Are these things... larger? More sensitive?" He whispered mockingly in her ear now, leaning close to breathe into her ear. His other hand seizes her other mound, then starts yanking on her nipple roughly.

"If you take a bath... these might calm down, you know... but if you try and wear too much over them, I'm afraid they'll break out like this again. Problematic, isn't it? Maybe you should have kept to our deal..."

"Ahhhnnn!"

She groans as her swollen mammaries were squeezed and groped. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as he pinches her nipples. Kanoe grabs the stranger's wrists but lacked any strength or urge to pull them away. Her arms merely shiver as the man molested her.

What was this guy talking about? How did he know about her problem? Did he do something to her body? The questions barely went anywhere in her head as her mind gradually focused more and more on those stroking and rubbing fingers. Oh god, she may cum from this soon.

"Ohhh..wh-what.." she moans, "What ahhhnn... Talking nngh.. About?"

He smiles slowly and broadly, pressing her breasts together, eyeing the cleavage it forms, then palms each tit and mashes them against her chest in a slow circular motion.

"We... had an agreement. You would wear... a certain skimpy piece of clothing. A school uniform a few sizes too short. If you did... I wouldn't do terrible things to you. But you've gone without wearing it for quite some time now... what should I do about that?" He leans his head down, lightly nipping at the folds of flesh that bulged between his fingers.

"Maybe I shouldn't let you go this time... not until... you pay back all the time you owe me."

"Ooohhh..." she groans, "What are you...nngh..talking about!?"

Her flutter wildly after she gasps out the question. She had no idea who this person was. But that soon became the least of her worries. Trying to speak was distracting her from the building tension her loins. Her entire body shudders as her cunt began to contract hungerly. A low moan leaves her lips as she struggles to keep control of herself. Juices dribble onto her skirt and puddle on the carpet. Her eyes were becoming glassy as drool began to trickle out the corner of her mouth.

"Maybe you need relief, first...?" He whispered against her breasts, then rose his mouth to her lips. "But, only if you beg..."

"Beg for it all... scream it. If you do a good job, I'll give you MUCH more than this." Icosagon whispered, squeezing and mashing her breasts roughly, then began to slow and pull his fingers away...

His soft whispers might as well been fingers across her hyper sensitive breasts. The witch only registered what he said after he began to pull his hands away. Her insides were contracting, on the verge of climaxing and he decides to stop?! The entire day had long worn away any wish to fight the sensations. She just did not have the strength or will to resist. Kanoe whimpers as her grip on the man's wrists tightens.

"Pl-Please," she gasps out, "Don't stop... I... I need it so badly. Please! I'll do anything!"

Tears water her eyes. She was so desperate right now. Her breasts were driving her insane.

His fingers begin to slow as he smiles darkly. "Mmm... I don't think so. Beg more... MORE... say how unworthy you are, to be fucked by me." The jerk... "Say what you want me to do to you. Please... tell me all the forbidden things you want to be done to you. Aaaaalllll the dirty things you want done to you... share them now..." He was smirking now, enjoying the position he put her in.

"Please!" she moans, "Stroke them, squeeze them, nibble on them, s-suck..suck them. Oh god please! I need to cum!"

She could not wait any longer. Her hands let go of his wrists and immediately grasp her breasts. A low blissful moan leaves her lips as her entire body shivers. She was going to pop in any second.