John's Story
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It was a dangerous obsession, to be sure.
I have always had a fascination with breasts, maybe starting even before I found my first adult magazine as a teenager. The seemingly endless variety has always drawn my attention. There is no such thing as a 'perfect breast' to me. They are all perfect, although I prefer the ones I am allowed to worship in person.
This new obsession goes beyond that, and I'm still hoping it won't get me in trouble.
It all started with a trip to the restroom, although parts of it had been falling into place for over a year. I work for a small family-owned manufacturing company, and about a year ago, the owner hired one of his nieces to take over the IT department.
I have been friends with the owner's son, Tim, since grade school. I first met Tim's cousin when he and I were just graduating from high school. She was three years old at the time. I'm certain I didn't pay any attention to her then, and I barely noticed her a dozen years later when she came to work at the company for a summer. At that time, she was a lanky teenager looking for easy spending money.
Not quite twenty years have passed since then, and now my buddy runs the company, although his dad still putters around the place. I run the engineering department. Tim and I both were worried when his dad hired Tina to run the IT department. I think we were both worried that she was still a lanky teenager.
Somewhere along the line, she grew into a shapely thirty-three-year-old woman with a sharp wit and a wicked level of intelligence. There were several areas where the computers and software we were using were holding us back, and she quickly brought about some great improvements.
I would have to say that her intelligence is one of the best things I notice when I am working with her. My praise could almost end there if it weren't for the blouses she wore when she first started. She is stylish and professional, but she tended to wear blouses that were tight across her ample bust line.
There would be nice gaps to allow quick glimpses of her bra. I'm sure she caught me peeking, and I'm not the only one. I'm almost certain that she did it on purpose, just to play the game of seeing who she could catch.
Given my fascination with breasts, it was a fun game, but it never went beyond that. She was newly married, and then she got pregnant, and she started wearing more conservative clothes after that. There had never been any chance that I would have gotten in trouble.
I was pushed even further away from getting in trouble when Tim invited my wife and I to a family holiday gathering. My wife found out that Tina's marriage had been short-lived, and she offered Tina any help she needed. Tina gave us each a big hug and asked me if I was willing to be the big brother she had never had. With my wife's blessing, I returned the hug, and agreed to be there for her.
That favor was never called in. Tina's family pulled together and helped her get through her pregnancy and the first several months afterwards. At work, Tina seemed to be doing a fine job of balancing things to be a single mother.
And then came that fateful trip to the restroom.
The urge to go sort of snuck up on me, and the need for relief was urgent. We have a tiny one stall restroom by engineering, but it always smells funny in there. I headed out to the factory floor restroom on general principle. My timing was bad. It was right at break time, and all of the stalls were full. I made a snap decision and went to the visitors' restroom near the lobby.
As I took care of business, I couldn't help but notice that I was hearing voices through the vent. The vent connects to a women's restroom that we teasingly call the 'Women's Lounge'. In addition to a regular restroom, there is a sitting room with a couch. I don't think there is a TV, but whenever one of our female coworkers disappears for a while, we tease that she is probably watching soap operas in the lounge.
I wasn't really listening, but one of them was complaining about how she would start to feel uncomfortable. She compared the feeling to having a full bladder. When she said "nipple", she had my full attention.
It only took me a moment to realize that it was Tina. She went on to say that the relief of having her daughter feed when her breasts were that full was better than the relief of relieving a full bladder. Both women giggled about that, and then Tina said something that I wish I hadn't heard.
"I don't know if this is normal or not," she said, "but my breasts are more sensitive than they've ever been. Most of the time, I have to fight to keep from cumming from the sensations in my nipples!"
"It wasn't like that for me, but I've heard of that happening," the other woman said.
"Maybe it's a good thing that Gary left me," Tina said. "He always loved how big my nipples were before. You should see how big they are now! He wouldn't have been able to keep his hands off of them, and he would have kept me cumming all the time. I don't know, but I don't think that would have been good for my daughter!"
Maybe they kept talking after that, but I didn't hear them. My mind was focused on one image: big sensitive nipples. Tina had nice D-cup breasts, and they were probably a bit larger at the moment. How big were her nipples that she thought they were big? How much bigger were they now? I had to find out!
I knew that it became an obsession. I knew that it was a dangerous one. I could easily lose my job in pursuing it. I still had to find out.
I took great care not to change anything of my work habits. I didn't spend any more or any less time working with Tina on projects. I hadn't paid any special attention to her breasts before that day, and I made sure I didn't act any differently as I worked to appease my obsession.
I thought about putting a camera in the women's restroom. I thought about putting a camera in Tina's house. If either was discovered, bad things would have happened.
I felt more confident about spying on her phone and her computer. I spent weeks writing and perfecting a hidden phone app, and then it took a couple more weeks before I had an opportunity to sneak it into her phone. I spent weeks writing a computer program to hide on her computer.
I was mostly disappointed with my results. I ended up with copies of every photo she had, and passwords to anything or any place that she used a password. I was fairly sure that people her age were into naked selfies. Apparently, she wasn't.
The only naughty picture I found was hidden on her home laptop in a password-protected folder. It was a picture of her with a cock, balls deep in her throat. It made me smile, but you couldn't even tell if she was naked, and there was no evidence of her breasts. I needed to find more.
Then I had a scare that almost cured my obsession.
I had tested the phone app on my own phone. After I had made sure that it worked and that it stayed hidden, I had deleted it from my phone. I followed up with a second utility to wipe that memory clean. There was no chance anyone would find it on my phone and link me to the app in Tina's phone.
My phone was sitting on my desk, and I saw it turn on for about a half a second for no reason. I thought that was odd, so later, I ran some tests on it. I was shocked to see my app was installed and running again. I was even more shocked to see that the app had been modified. I had no idea where my pictures and documents were being sent. Not only that, but it was modified to turn on and record several seconds of video every once in a while. Someone was spying on me!
I hate when I do something and then realize after the fact that I had made a mistake. I didn't even think as I quickly deleted the app from my phone and then double wiped the memory. After there was no chance of recovering the program, I realized I should have backed it up and then analyzed it to see where the files were going. I knew it was a mistake, and I was afraid of the consequences.
I left work that Friday wondering if I was going to have a job on Monday. There were really only two people who could have bugged my phone. Tina might have found the app on her phone and turned it around on me. The other person is my top mechanical engineer, Bruce. He might have found my original code and put it to use. If it were Tina, she was likely to have me fired. If it was Bruce, he would probably blackmail me, and end up with my job. It was going to be a long weekend.