Chapter 2: Breasts So Distinctive

Chapter 2: 2: Breasts So Distinctive

"Ed, did you finish what I asked for last week?"

"A-almost. I’ll have it to you before noon."

"Hurry. I still need time to review it."

My alt account aside, I still had a day job.

And I was already getting chewed out first thing in the morning.

As a second-year contract employee at a hellhole of a company, my work was nothing special.

I checked old assignments people had dumped on me, ran sudden errands, helped move boxes whenever someone asked...

’In plain terms, I handled whatever grunt work no one else wanted.’

’As the lowest-ranking contract employee, I couldn’t exactly refuse whatever they handed me...’

I wanted to quit on the spot. But if I started applying elsewhere now, no company would treat my contract experience as real career history, so I was stuck here.

That wasn’t my only reason for staying, of course.

"It feels like I gave you that a week ago. Are you still not done?"

Manager Selena walked over and leaned toward my desk.

Her two enormous breasts swayed forward with her.

My eyes followed right along.

Those things were unbelievable every time I saw them...!

"Ed?"

"Ah... I only have this part left. I’m wrapping it up now."

"You have a habit of cutting your deadlines too close. When work comes in, establish your priorities and handle it promptly."

They kept moving while she talked...!

If not for this woman, I would have quit ages ago.

Selena Croft.

At thirty-two, she had already risen to manager and was fairly well known around the company.

I had heard her résumé was packed with achievements impressive enough to explain the rapid promotion.

She had landed several major accounts, including contracts from overseas.

She was also known for being as diligent and methodical as she was capable.

She arrived at exactly 8:30 every morning and worked late almost every night.

Despite that, she never looked tired. She was the final boss of self-discipline.

"How am I supposed to recommend you for permanent employment like this?"

"...I’m sorry."

"Use the time you’d spend apologizing to finish it, Ed."

"Yes, ma’am."

But Selena was known for something else above all.

Those monstrous breasts stretched her usual suit so tightly that the fabric always looked one movement away from bursting.

Had she landed those contracts by using her tits as leverage?

I certainly wouldn’t have been able to turn down a deal with those things in front of me.

Bringing breasts like that into the office ought to count as a dress-code violation.

"Ed?"

"Ah! Yes. Yes?"

"You weren’t thinking about something else, were you?"

"Of course not."

I had zoned out while staring at her chest.

I hurriedly pretended to work hard.

"Finish it quickly."

"Yes, ma’am."

Selena returned to her desk.

Another fine view this morning.

Now, should I check my DMs?

I opened a small window where no one could see it.

’Holy shit. There were even more than this morning.’

Another five hundred had arrived. I had already crossed four thousand.

I genuinely hadn’t expected to become this popular.

All I had posted was a single verification photo of my cock.

I hadn’t shown my face or any other part of my body.

That meant four thousand women had contacted me after seeing nothing but my dick.

’These women are insane.’

Not that all four thousand were necessarily women.

That was the thing about social media, especially TwiXter. You had to be careful.

If I could make an alt account, so could anyone else.

With a little effort, even a man could easily build an account that looked like it belonged to a woman.

So there was no guarantee that everyone in my DMs was a woman—or that the profile pictures, photographs, and videos they sent were real.

Even if all four thousand messages were genuine, I had no way of knowing whether I would actually like the women in person.

These days, plenty of people edited their photos into oblivion or ran them through AI and convinced themselves that was what they really looked like.

A beautiful picture could still lead to an ugly woman showing up at the meeting.

Which meant that finding a woman worth meeting among four thousand DMs would not be easy.

But things were different if she was someone I already knew.

I opened the DM I suspected had come from Selena Croft.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ I’d like to meet you, if you have time. Today, if possible.

╰─

Did the wording sound like her? It was hard to tell from that alone.

Still.

There were those bare, enormous breasts, displayed openly in a shower room.

Long black hair had fallen into exactly the right places to cover her nipples.

I glanced at Selena and compared them.

’The hair looks the same.’

And breasts that size ought to qualify as personally identifiable information.

Unless the photograph had been stolen, I would call it a seventy-percent match.

I had almost never seen another woman with breasts like hers in my entire life.

The only problem was this.

’...’

It was hard to imagine that cold, demanding woman turning into an online pervert who sent naked pictures to a stranger just because he had a huge cock.

At the office, she acted refined, diligent, and proper at all times.

Behind the scenes, was she really the kind of deviant who wanted an anonymous giant cock pounding into her?

The nerve. The sheer nerve...!

Part of me wanted to walk over right now and ask, "Manager Selena, did you send this DM?"

’...Absolutely not.’

Knowing her, she wouldn’t even raise her voice. She would call Human Resources on the spot.

That was how impersonal and expressionless she was.

Admittedly, that made it even harder to imagine her photographing her own naked body and asking a well-endowed stranger to meet her.

But still.

What if it really was her?

What if Selena had seen my cock and actually sent me that message?

"...Gulp."

I needed to find out.

Maybe my life at the office was about to become a little more interesting.

***

What was the surest way to confirm her identity?

I could just ask, "Are you Selena Croft?" But that would probably get me blocked immediately.

No. I needed to take it slowly and avoid making her suspicious.

The best approach would be to make her reveal herself piece by piece.

I replied to the message from the woman I suspected was Selena Croft.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ I’d like to meet you, if you have time. Today, if possible.

│

│ @Monster_Cam24

│ Sounds good. You live in K city, right? Where should we meet tonight?

╰─

I mentioned K city deliberately, hoping to narrow down the area without making it obvious.

After sending the DM, I glanced toward Selena.

’...’

She was staring through her monitor, completely focused on her work.

She didn’t seem to be checking any messages.

Maybe it wasn’t her after all.

Then the DM showed as read.

Her answer arrived at the same moment, and it wasn’t what I had expected.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ I’m working right now. I’ll contact you again shortly.

╰─

"Well, look at that..."

She might as well have written, "I’m an extremely business-minded office worker."

That alone raised my estimate.

An eighty-percent chance it was Manager Selena.

Who else would answer a hookup request that formally?

It was particularly funny when scrolling up one line revealed the nude photograph she had sent me.

’She really knows how to get a guy worked up...’

"Ed."

Selena suddenly rose from her desk. I immediately pretended to be working.

"I’m stepping out for a moment. Call me if anything happens."

"Ah, yes."

She was going outside all of a sudden?

Selena, the woman so rigid that even her bathroom breaks seemed scheduled, was leaving the office in the middle of the workday?

Something was off.

Ding.

A new DM arrived.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ I managed to make a little time.

│ Yes, I live in K city.

│ Could we meet after work today?

╰─

Three messages in rapid succession.

Then more.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ Choose whatever location is convenient for you. I’ll come there.

│ Anywhere in K city is fine.

│ Somewhere near K city would also be acceptable, if it’s close.

╰─

’...’

She was in quite a hurry.

The DMs had started pouring in the instant Selena walked out of the office.

At this point, it was almost certain.

Almost.

I wanted stronger proof.

I quietly followed her out.

It didn’t take long to find her.

Selena stood alone near the building, fiddling with her phone.

She held the screen close and angled it away from everyone around her.

Her fingers weren’t moving. Was she waiting for a reply?

Then I would send one.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ @Monster_Cam24

│ Let’s meet at seven in Old town. Exit Two of Old town Station.

╰─

Old town, of course, was where our office was.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ Ah.

╰─

Had I been too direct?

Her next messages came quickly.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ No. I can’t meet there.

│ Too many people know me in that area.

│ Could we choose somewhere else?

╰─

’...’

How was that different from announcing, I’m in Old town right now?

Manager Selena was brilliant at her job, but apparently not very experienced at this sort of thing.

I raised the probability to ninety percent and sent another DM.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ @Monster_Cam24

│ Then let’s meet in Hudson.

│

│ Unknown User

│ Hmm.

│ That should be fine.

╰─

She must have decided she was unlikely to meet anyone she knew that far away.

We pushed the meeting back an hour, to eight, and settled the exact location.

Then I asked the important question.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ @Monster_Cam24

│ What do you want us to do when we meet tonight?

╰─

"Ah—?!"

Jesus, that startled me.

Why would she suddenly make that noise while staring at her phone?

Everyone nearby had looked at her.

"Ahem..."

Selena restored her expression as if nothing had happened and buried herself in the screen again.

But no answer came.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User is typing...

╰─

She seemed to be writing and deleting the same message over and over.

After a long wait, she finally replied.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ Um...

│ Do I have to say it?

╰─

That was all she had managed to send?

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ @Monster_Cam24

│ If you can’t say it yourself, I won’t do it.

╰─

"Ah...!"

Manager Selena made another sound.

I had seen enough. The probability was one hundred percent.

Now, what would she say?

Manager Selena had sent a naked photograph of herself to a stranger with a huge cock.

What exactly did she want to do when she met him?

It took her another ten minutes to force out an answer.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Unknown User

│ Would you perhaps be willing to...

│ do some kind of role-play?

╰─

’Was she serious?’