“Yes, I’m actually quite good at it.” You say with pride remembering with fondness the jealous looks you’ve gotten from girls in your class, especially when your teachers have given you compliments on your feats.

“Well then 54…Anna, hiding a meal inside the mouth isn’t very different from hiding one inside the stomach and neither is it if you use either of the lower openings. So I assume that you could use most of the techniques you know for mammorial-vore too. I don’t know this I just assume that is the case. So would you please try and also tell me what you do?”

Oh no, is she asking you for techno babble? You never remember the names of all the techniques... ahh well at least the three basics are called just that so you start with those.

“Ok I’ll start with the basics…” You say and try to concentrate.

“That’s good.” Marilyn approves and starts to scribble. “Looks good too.” She adds and you can feel it too seems they work, you can feel your tits diminishing, but while Marilyn pumps you for information about feelings and what not you can sense that you need more than the basics and tell her. As you feared she wants the technical names…

“Aww, I’m no good with names like that, you know the tense thingie?” You try while also trying to implement it.

“You mean Brenda’s flex?”

“Yeah that’s it.” You sigh, glad she knew what you meant. Also it granted you further success.

“Nice it seems to work, so you know both? And do you know Paula’s three techniques too?”

“Two? Three? No I thought there was only one of them.”

Marilyn notes that down too. “So does Paula’s work too?”

You try but you’re not too good at that you were introduced to it only last week. “I dunno, I’m not that good at it yet.”

“Ok, try something different then.” Marilyn tells you and you do, with great results. “That seems to be working!” Marilyn seems almost as excited as when she first found out that you were a mammo-vore, she can’t help but stare as your breasts shrink rapidly.

“That pull-inside…ohh I don’t remember…” You’re not too comfortable with her making you look stupid, the weight of your rack is however more comfortable now than before as it is assuming a more manageable size.

“Hmm…I think you mean Miss Hafford’s techniques, since they are the the first of those they teach I think… do you know all five?”

“Yes I do.” You smile again and proudly look down as you grasp your now basketball-sized breasts. You can still feel the girls sloshing around inside them, it’s quite nice actually, more so now that they are more manageable.

Then you pull your last trick up your sleeve as your progress slows down too much.

“Now I finish with the measures!” You say feeling confident that you got the name right.

“Ahh you mean The Duccas sisters’s twelve measures?” Marilyn looks up from her clipboard for confirmation and sees your smile fade slightly.

“Yes, but I only know eight.”

Marilyn manages to get it out of you exactly which eight it is that you know all the while your breasts continue to shrink.

Then you’re disrupted as one of the girls exclaims. “Anna…your breasts… they are back to normal!”

You look down and feel them. “No they’re not.” You’ve got large boobs to begin with but you can feel the difference eventhough it’s just a cup-size making you join the girls in the G labelled rack-section. Odd though that a whole girl only made either of your boobs one size larger.

Noticing that your chest isn’t getting any smaller Marilyn stops scribbling. “Not feeling full anymore are you?”

“No why?”

“Good, then we can proceed to the fun, you do want more girls in there don’t you?”

“Yeeees!” You giggle.

“So do we have a volunteer to begin with?”