"I want to introduce you to someone Jugsalina. This is Hooter Tutor - pronounced 'hooter tooter'. This kind lady had agreed to take you for a while - to further your uhm 'education'. I mean hopefully, in the short space of time you have been with me and the twins you have learned that from now on your life, if that is the right word, will simply revolve around your udders. That is, you have no life without your jugs. That your whole world will be your jugs and nothing but your jugs. So help you God!"

Wendy let out a squealing giggle, as though she had just amused herself with her own joke. A solitary tear rolled down Dorothea's cheek as she forced herself through the pain and discomfort to look through the tears at the woman she was being introduced to. This woman was a more 'human' woman to Dorothea than the twins, or Wendy. She had not been herself, last in the queue when it had come to being given breasts. Her own tits were massive, and yet elegantly contained within a leather dress that appeared to be designed for the sole purpose of teasing the fuck out of anyone who had the slightest sexual inclination towards such breasts. Oh the irony! This woman was not unlike Dorothea in stature and in size. It was the almost stark shininess of the leather that caught Dorothea's eye and it was that that then led the eye to the massively uplifted cleavage. Dorothea's eyes settling on the cleavage and then just dropping to the woman's lap - and the tightness of the leather dress, and the shapely crossed legs - even the severe arch of the feet into patent leather court shoes. Oddly, strangely Dorothea thinking that it could have been her sat there - it could have been her sat there. But it wasn't. She felt the woman's eyes crawling over her - slowly - very slowly those eyes crawled over her and then Dorothea was grateful, very grateful for the fact that it wasn't Wendy's voice she heard yet again. It was the woman's. A velvety mature voice - almost liquid velvet that dripped into her mind. But the tone of voice didn't grate on her nerves - it didn't send her down the road to inevitable madness the same way that Wendy's did.

"I know what you are thinking. But we are NOTHING alike. We are absolutely nothing alike. What I have in front of me are spectacular breasts, beautiful objects of desire. These are mammaries that absolutely any woman would be proud of and any man, or woman come to that, would be honoured to see, and possibly to have part of their sex lives. What you have are disgusting, obscene appendages that you have spent your life flaunting. Disgusting pieces of flesh that you have used to tease, and titillate men, and women. What YOU have been proud of, and what you have spent your life doing is coming back to haunt you. What you have spent your life flaunting and teasing in the most obscene ways are going to become 'you'."

The woman wasn't angry. Every word she spoke had a velvety smoothness to it that caused another type of chill down the spine. But the words she chose could have made anyone believe that she was indeed angry.

"Say hello to the Hooter Tutor Jugsalina. Hooter Tutor here is a very special Lady Jugs. She's a very special Lady in many ways. She has a very special insight into people like you. She has a very special way of getting through to people like you. By people like you I mean people, women who like to flaunt themselves - people who like to tease and torment other people - people who like to tease and torment people who you might think are less fortunate than you. People you think you have some kind of hold over - people you think you have some kind of power over - who you think you can do what you like with, when you like, how you like. I must say that Hooter Tutor here doesn't just concentrate on mammaries, despite what her name suggests. Although I must say that she does 'specialise' in them. She does actually 'love' the breasts of others. Oh but wait, let me put you right, before you get to thinking that she will love your breasts into being well again. No, no no - Hooter Tutor loves breasts in the way that she enforces the person who the breasts are attached to, that in this case is you, to look at her breasts in another way. She will force you to think of nothing but your breasts. She will force you to revolve what little of your life is left, around your breasts and what they entail and what they will be used for, and what will become of them. Actually it is a little hard to put into words here exactly what Hooter Tutor here will achieve with you - and she will achieve what she sets out to do. When you return to me - you will be an altogether different creature even to the one you are now. To think of what you were just a short time ago, to think of the life you led and what you had become - it is difficult to even comprehend what you will become after a relatively short time with Hooter Tutor. Even what you are now, what you have become in short time with me and the twins is NOTHING compared to what you will become in your time with my good friend here. Oh god, I wish I could find the words to tell you, to let you know what you are in for. But I don't want to do that - that would spoil the uhm surprise for you - and it would spoil what Hooter Tutor has in store for you. And for the life of me I wouldn't want that."