Obasan was humming to herself as she walked down the street to the tram station roughly a block away.
She couldn't help but marvel at the freedom she felt from simply throwing her bra away. It was slightly painful as she felt the heavy mounds tug and bounce as she walked, but it was more than worth it, she thought.
As she saw the station ahead, she slowed slightly in apprehension. 'Will people stare at me?' she wondered to herself as she fiddled with her collar.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but tremble. She unbuttoned to top few buttons of her white blouse and show off her collar and the top bit of her cleavage.
Looking down, she was pleased with the amount she was showing off and straightened her back, puffing out her chest. Even though her nipples were inverted, the areolas were slightly puffy and stuck out themselves.
Although it was an odd thing for any woman to admit, the thought of men leering at her, and women glaring at her thinking 'what a slut,' slightly turned her on.
Reaching the station, she gulped and stepped on.
***
Obasan arrived a block away from the office building she worked as a secretary in. Stepping off the tram, she couldn't help but blush as she felt the malicious glare of a married woman, she was currently pinching her husband's waist as he stared intently at the ceiling.
The woman couldn't help but grit her teeth as she saw the pair of tits that were easily 3x her size, jiggle as she stood up and walked away. The man was sweating profusely as he refused to return his gaze from the ceiling, until the tram door closed again.
She couldn't help but feel giddy. Although she would never fuck another man besides Takeo, seeing that she was causing extreme jealousy in a married woman, made her slightly moist.
Sighing, she stood outside the entrance to her job office and composed herself while she straightened her blouse.
The doors opened as she walked into the air conditioned building. Immediately she was greeted by the security man who was dumbfounded by the sight of two bouncing betties.
Ignoring him, she approached the desk and the front, and gave the young woman a big smile. "Soichi! Is Ms. Murai in yet?"
"Ah no," Soichi replied as she looked up. She had to double take the provocatively dressed Obasan before she replied. "Eh- she should be in at roughly 30 minutes."
"Obasan, are you trying out a new look?" She said with a smirk. Soichi and Obasan were quite good friends who had been working together for years now.
Seeing her nod towards her huge unbridaled breasts, Obasan gave her a wink and nodded.
Soichi squealed as she tried to keep her voice down. "It's about time you started to look for a man, Obasan! A woman as perfect as you shouldn't be single!"
Obasan couldn't help but smirk as she pointed to the collar and said, "I already found a man!"
"He gave you a collar?" Soichi asked in confusion.
Obasan beamed and nodded. "Get this. He said he wanted to let everyone know I was a claimed woman!"
"Oooh~ what an animal~!" Soichi squealed again. "Hey hey! Tell me more about him at lunch, ok?"
Obasan nodded and headed towards the elevator. Soichi watched the bouncing bosom of Obasan until it was out of sight. "*Sigh* I wish a guy would claim me like that! Hell, I wish I could simply get a guy..."
***
Obasan was currently sitting behind her desk on the third floor, taking notes for her boss: Ms. Murai.
"And make sure to schedule an appointment with my daughter at around 4," Ms. Murai said with an annoying valley girl accent. "It's been, like, forever since we've actually spent time together," she finished with a disinterested voice.
She then trained her eyes on Obasan as she squinted. "And dear lord," she said. "What did you do to yourself today?"
Pleading ignorance, Obasan gave a puzzled look and asked, "what do you mean?"
"Like, I know you're hungry for a man, but just because you dress like a slut doesn't mean a man will come to you," Ms. Murai said as she rolled her eyes. "You should just accept that being alone is like, part of being old."
Obasan rolled her eyes while fighting back a retort.
At the age of 27, Ms. Murai was the spoiled daughter of a uber rich businessman. Using her father's money and connections, she started her own fashion company that was virtually completely ran by people her father paid. Apparently he didn't want her to experience failing, so he decided it was best that she falsely thought she was actually good at business.
Half the time she even forgot about her 6 year old daughter, and had Obasan (her secretary) schedule appointments so she would remember.
"Naturally," Obasan nodded towards Ms. Murai. "My skills with pale in comparison to Ms. Murai," she said sarcastically.
Feeling satisfied, Ms. Murai nodded and replied, "good, as long as you know it."
***
"Hmm? Ok, I can eat by myself tonight..." Obasan replied with a pout as she talked on the phone with Takeo. "No, no. Don't feel sorry. Clearly your friends are more important that me. Hmph!"
Soichi couldn't help but smirk as she stood to the side and listened to Obasan talk to Takeo.
Hanging up, Obasan showed a sad pout to Soichi who couldn't resist laughing. "Hehe, If he'd rather hang out with his friends tonight, maybe we should do the same!"
***
Obasan and Soichi were currently in a bar drinking beer as the watched a ball game on the TV over head.
"You know, I thought this would be more fun..." Soichi complained. "Guess it's only fun if you bring guys along."
Obasan was about to reply when she got another call. "Hmm? Have dinner? Ok ok! Where's the address?! I'm on my way!"
"Soichi, he invited me over to have dinner, I've got to go!"
Soichi looked over at her with deadpan eyes and scoffed. "Sure, go. Just leave me here alone to wallow in self pity. See if I care." She then turned back around and ignored Obasan.
"Hehe~ sorry. I'll make it up to you later," Obasan said as she put a bit of money down on the bar counter and ran out.
"If you want to make it up to me, find me a man!" Soichi shouted as she saw Obasan walk out of the bar quickly. "Damn, those things jiggle," she said under her breath as Obasan's huge breasts swayed with each hurried movement.