"Andrea," Jake said, smiling. "There is nothing different about your breasts. They have been this big since high school. You love having big breasts. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," she answered.
"What do you love, Andrea?"
"I love having big breasts."
"And you love to show them off. You love wearing tight and revealing shirts and dresses that emphasize them. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
Jake pressed the "MC" button again and Andrea blinked.
"What are you doing to that girl?" Andrea demanded, not having a problem with her large breasts at all anymore, now since she thought they were her normal size.
"At the moment, anything I want," Jake said. "And to you too."
"What? What do you mean?" Andrea desperately looked around for someone to flag down. This "creep" might be too much to handle just by herself.
"Man, you've got an awesome rack," Jake said, garnering her attention.
"I beg your pardon?" she asked, shocked that he would say something like that to someone he barely knew.
"Can I touch them? I can be very gentle ... and pleasurable," Jake said, smiling.
She was appalled. "You may not do any such ..." she began, but Jake pressed "MC" again and she stopped in mid-sentence. She stared ahead, glassy-eyed, again.
"Now, Andrea ..."
