"Shrink Breast Massage ~ For those troubled by large breasts ~" Such an advertisement caught her eye. The girl 'Yu,' who had a complex about her overly large breasts, couldn't ignore it. She immediately went to the shop that supposedly offered breast reduction massages. A male therapist in his 40s to 50s seems to be in charge. It was embarrassing, but I wore the paper underwear as instructed and the treatment began. Oil is dripped on me. A slightly sweet scent. So much? There's an astonishing amount of oil. My nipples are visible. Embarrassing. The place where the oil was dripped is warm. No, it's hot. It seems to have some special ingredients. Something like ergot? The therapist's hand reaches for the breasts. Since one hand can't cover them completely, both hands are used to slowly caress the entire area. Sometimes with strong force, thoroughly kneading every inch. Like kneading bread dough, squishing and squeezing. And that hand gradually crawled towards my nipples. Areola. My larger-than-average ones, tracing the edges over and over again. It felt good. Sexually. My rock-hard nipples told the story. When those nipples were pinched tightly, without exaggeration, everything went white before my eyes. But at that time, I didn't know. This was just the beginning. That this breast development procedure would last for hours, driving me to climax over and over again until my head and body went crazy.
