It had been ten years since I last rode a train, but I had no choice after my ride suddenly fell through. I was shocked by the morning rush hour crowd, and before I realized it, someone's hand was creeping up my back, groping my chest, then slipping under my clothes. My clothes were stripped away without me noticing, and my precious breasts were forcefully squeezed and kneaded. All pride as a celebrity vanished as I was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. My massive, overwhelming K-cup breasts enveloped me completely, repeatedly violated by rough groping until I finally succumbed to molestation. I could never tell anyone about this experience—no matter what.