Laura

It was last month that Derek went through her entire wardrobe and threw out all of her bras, telling her that she wouldn't need them anymore.

"Tie your fuckbags with rope now." He said as he started binding Laura's EE tits at the base. He knotted rope around each tit before gathering the loose ends and tying them tight behind her neck. Laura sniffled and choked back her sobs as she saw her bound bags of flesh looking unnatural as they bulged from her chest. Since then, Laura would either have her fat tits bound with rope or not wear a bra at all. It didn't help that Derek was constantly working over her nipples whenever he got the chance. Her nipples were always raw and sore and having them rub up against her shirt caused her constant agony. It utterly humiliates her to no end. Tying her breasts up with rope always makes them look much bigger than they already are and always gets her more unwanted attention. In addition to the rope bras, Derek also brought her an entirely new wardrobe of slutty tops. Almost every shirt in her closet now were a size too small and incredibly thin. 

Laura trembles in front of Derek's apartment door trying to gather the courage to knock. She takes deep breaths trying to gather her resolve. However, each breath she takes tightens the ropes that are tied around her breasts. She has been dreading the weekends since that is when Derek calls her over and abuses her tits all weekend long. Last week, Derek kept her gagged and bound the entire time with a vibrator right against her clit, forcing her to cum over and over while her boyfriend beat her bound tits with a leather strap. Just thinking about it made her bloated fuck sacks ache.

Laura finally gathers her resolve and lets herself in. Her sadistic boyfriend is waiting for her, sitting on the couch.

"Well?" He asks expectantly.

She slowly nods and her trembling fingers unzip her jacket to show off her bulging bound tits almost bursting out of her halter top. She gasps weakly as she looks down to see her tits turning a light purple from being constricted for so long.

"They almost look like a real set of tits." He says as he grabs one and squeezes it in his hand. "Come here."

Derek leads Laura over to the couch. He sits down and has her sit in between his legs. His hands reach around and start to grab and grope her poor aching tits. The poor girl grunts and whimpers as he manhandles them.

"P-Please Derek. They're tied really tight. It hurts to breathe." She squeaks, blinking back tears. Every time he squeezes them feels like a punch in the stomach.

"Good. They should be hurting fuckpig." Derek's voice booms. "They should be hurting all the time. That's what you get for being born with these small pathetic tits." Derek continues kneading her purple tits, twisting and pulling on her nipples.