The Compulsion to Flash Her Tits

I can't stop myself—I'm Cat, the Queen of Clams, and this insane compulsion drives me to flash my super-huge tits at every stranger I see. They're so massive, so heavy, begging to burst free from my top, nipples hardening at the thrill of exposure. That's why I called Dr. Peter Fitzwell for help. He's got case files on exhibitionists, but none with boobs like mine—gigantic, perfect orbs that make jaws drop and cocks twitch. Smart doctor that he is, he skips the office visit and shows up at my place for a hands-on house call. I don't get the big deal; why do people freak out when I unleash these monsters in public? Dr. Fitzwell says it's extreme exhibitionism, that over time the urges will fade. But as he stares at my heaving cleavage, I wonder if even he can resist...