Bigger than Angelina Jolie’s! Her body was more womanly than the rest of the team’s. She had hips and full breasts with a tight stomach and strong...legs. She also had a real butt, round and firm. Apart from her eyes and lips, I couldn’t stop looking at her nipples. She had wide, pancake areolas. Even bigger than mine.As winter wore on, I spent more and more evenings sharing the locker room and showers with the team. We got to know each other. Brianna and I often were the last girls in the shower. He saw images: his wife below him. Was she screaming? Her arms fought like nervous tentacles. He felt a burning on his face. Scratches still bled. He ran his hand across the sheets and touched areas of perspiration. The sheets were stained with blood. He tried frantically to piece together last night’s events.“Was it all a dream?” he heard himself asking.In an attempt to recover, he lifted his head from the pillow, but the aching and pounding defeated the simple act. He lay his head down just. "Lily obeyed.Suddenly, darkness descended on Lily's vision as Madam slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Lily gasped at the loss of her sight, then again when she felt Madam's fingers pinch her taught nipples, pulling them upward and quickly forcing Lily to her feet. Using Lily's nipples as though they were some kind of agonizing leash, Madam led her across the room, then turned her around and pushed her down onto a chair.The chair was wood, and as she fell into it the plug that still claimed her. I KNOW I screamed, then.For just a second, I was tempted to try them on. For curiosity's sake,of course. How would it feel to wear a bra? Had this... autopilot ofmine even selected the right sizes?I shook THAT idea off pretty quickly. But that I had even consideredit, however briefly, was alarming.Still determined to resist whatever was happening, I went back to themall yet again. The woman behind the counter clearly recognized me, andshe was reluctant to take any of it back for a second.