With her unfettered breasts swinging back and forth, Catwoman felt the pulsing from her bust intensify. A matching rhythm starting to build in the pit of her stomach. The relentless pounding rhythm of the pump, was exciting, and intense. It made focusing hard, but as her bust swang heavier, she was able to use the motion to crack the pump off a nearby plinth.
The impact send a shudder through her tender breast flesh. The sound echoing through the chamber like a bell, announcing her presence, chiming out her vulnerability. She felt her breathing change pace, as it too started to keep pace with the pulsing in her warm bust. The heat building lower, was rising too, an itch that needed scratching was hard to bear.
She tried to estimate the damage, to see how much harm was being done by the thrice damned pump. Clenching her teeth, and steeling her nerves, she sent a second almighty swing of her udders, this time the machine surrendered with a splutter, to whine down into silence.
The nozzles detaching automatically with a last wheeze. Selena saw how rude and sensitive her sore nipples were now.
Sitting back, she stretched out her arms, steadying herself. A glance downwards, was almost painful as she took it all in. No more sleek dresses that hid a svelte and toned figure. She'd never pass unnoticed through any crowd.
She was over-blessed, her bust announcing her presence before entering any room.
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