"Console" the Victim

Chad’s mouth finally reconnects with his brain. Still gulping like a fish, he sputters, “What the fuck just, I don’t, she actually did that?!”

“Why of course! She is the Bottomless Bandit, after all. Our school’s very own criminal mastermind, who needs to steal panties to wear anything down yonder!” You lean in conspiratorially and whisper, “Besides, she gets off on it!”

Lacey pops her thumb out her mouth slowly and noisily, really working the knob with a gusto, then says, “Wow, who knew! Serves the bitch right.”

“Yeah, that it does.” Rubbing Lacey’s shoulder affectionately, you say, “Better make sure Chad protects you from her. She’s quite the unscrupulous schemer; the very fact that you’re such a cute dreamer might make her think you’d be an easy target.”

She gasps, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, the cute and **** look in direct opposition with the bedroom eyes she’s wielding like a mighty saber. She leans into Chad, her head resting on the crook of his neck, and timidly says, “Please Daddy, you gotta protect me, okay?” Even as she says that, she presses her body against poor Chad unnecessarily tightly, her boobs practically crushed against him, and then she begins to lightly sway against his side while rubbing his hip, causing him to pop a boner near her hand.

Your hand covers your heart. She’s already learning!

For his part, Chad slowly reaches a hand across Lacey’s shoulders and somehow manages to pull her even closer. With his other hand, he tenderly strokes the top of her head. He says, “Of course Lacey, I’ll be right here for you no matter what. ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” Lacey buries her head into Chad’s neck and gives him a kiss, then pulls back with a chipper smile and returns to her food. Chad blinks at you in a stupor, then turns to his own food, sending occasional glances Lacey’s way while his brain tries to reboot.

You want to stay. Really you do, but it seems to you that you should probably check in on Brooke or Cassidy while the going is hot. Lacey and your buddy Chad will always be here afterwards.

After slamming your hands into the table, you swing yourself out of your seat and fling your backpack onto you back in one fluid motion. "See ya sweetie!" You smile as disarmingly as you can at Lacey while she swings her velcro-clad feet beneath her seat and happily sips her strawberry milk, then lean in with comically puckered lips.

MWAH!

She giggles while you pull back from her cheek, her blonde hair bouncing in its bow. With a wave, she says, "Bye bye!"

Chad leans in to give the absolutely adorable Lacey another side hug while waving his own goodbye.

What a considerate friend!

After shooting him some finger-guns, you practically skip off, heading straight for the restroom.

Sure, you could congratulate the Bottomless Bandit's sensational performance, or even add to its encore. But your intuition says that a quick chat with Cassidy might prove beneficial. Wouldn't want her to be sad!

This is a purely joyous and momentous occasion! History in the making! The moment of the Bottomless Bandit’s first true caper!

Without even considering pausing, you crash through the women's restroom door, a grin plastered on your face.

In the back corner, Cassidy yells "FUCK!" and kicks a trachcan.

Ouch! That’s gotta smart.

It’s hard to be too empathetic though given that your brain is wholly concerned with Cassidy’s commando ass jiggling against the tight contours of her skintight yoga pants. It’s so gloriously, mouth-wateringly obvious that she has nothing between the globes of her ass cheeks and her stretched out pants. And god DAMN is it a fine and thiccc ass, emphasis on the final ‘C!’

Oh. Brooke’s heroics are definitely cause for celebration too. That’s certainly not lost on you!

Cassidy hears the door slam into the wall and jumps, then twirls to face you. Her red, curly hair bounces on her face and back even as her slightly below average tits twirl right along with her, dragged and bounced around by her own traitorous momentum.

Hm. She’s bottom-heavy, but in a good way. And her boobs are still, well, “full” given their b-cupish size, so yeah. She’s a cutie. A pantie-less cutie.

Her lips turn to a grimace, and her hands fall to her wide hips. In her solid, threatening stance, she practically growls, “What the fuck are you doing in here, creep?”

Now that’s no way to talk to the FUI or the FBM, and you’re both, so the necessary decorum should be doubled, at least!

Wait. Can you be in here? “Ummmmm...”

One of Cassidy’s eyebrows just twitches up.

Rules. Which might let you barge into the women’s bathroom? Do you have to risk another big-titty zombie apocalypse or gross universal **** scenario by writing down another rule, or can you weasel your own way out of this? You just have to think back, remembering your previous chapters, aaaaaaaand...

“Got it!” Your fist pumps into the air, and Cassidy takes a hurried step back, pressing her delicious rear end right up against the tile wall. “I’m the Female Uniform Inspector, the good ol’ FUI! So I can go anywhere, anywhere at all, in this god-forsaken school without repercussions! To, um, help women such as yourself maintain this school’s dignity.”

Cassidy literally guffaws, which you didn’t even know was something people did. Maybe having a friend like Chad would have eventually clued you in at some point. “Hah! Dignity. As if that’s what you care about.” Her nose scrunches up as she considers the rest of what you said, and then she adds, “Oh, but, um, sorry. I-I didn’t realize that being able to ‘freely travel around the school’ meant you could come in here... It’s so new for all of us and it, um, it just didn’t seem right...”

Huh. Right. Right right right. Justice...

You cock your hips, place you hands on them, tilt you head, and say, “Why wouldn’t it seem right? It’s quite necessary. And fun!” Before Cassidy can respond, you say, “Anyway, a discussion about my jurisdiction, allowances, jurisprudence, or what-have-you certainly isn’t why I’m here. I’m here to check in on you. The Bottomless Bandit can be exceedingly merciless, so I wanted to make sure you were feeling alright.”

Her lips draw to a thin line. “Yeah, she's a bitch, but I'm fine. You don't have to do anything else.” Her eyes widen, and she quickly says, "I mean I'm all good and you're great and I'd hate to make you help me even more so it's no trouble at all and I absolutely LOVE what you've done with Broo- the Bottomless Bandit, it's just a little frustrating to be the first one she goes after, ya know? Plus I didn't think she'd ever actually go through with it, let alone taunt me in front of everyone!"

At that, Cassidy's breathing quickens and her eyes get a little misty. She shakes her head, looks back at you, and says, "So I'm sorry about what I said, but I do think that your ideas are ingenious, thank you!"

Wow. What a brown-noser. A true kiss-ass. Then again, you have punished the opposite pretty harshly, and making conversation a constant tightrope walk for people by punishing both sides of the issue might not be the funnest thing moving forwards. You see Cassidy nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot, her yoga pants pulling up and sticking to her sweaty thighs and hips to give her a decent cameltoe.

Then again, she did start by implying you did something wrong to her.

With a sigh, you say, "Thank you, Cassidy. Actually, can I call you Cass?"

"I'd prefer Cassidy, if that's fine with you. But anything works, I guess."

"Cassy?"

"Um, I mean, if you want, but-"

"Lil' D?"

"Wait, what?"

Waving your hands, you say, "You're right, you're right. Too long, too cumbersome. I'll just shorten it to Assy and move on."

Assy takes a step forward, biting her lip, and says, "Wait a minute, no, I think that-"

Your raised brow shuts her up and freezes her in place. You say, "Thanks for realizing you should let me finish, but please don't interrupt again. As the Behavior Monitor I'm afraid that I must insist you tell everyone to call you Assy from here on out, okay? Really enforce it, and correct everyone who calls you anything else."

Looking at the ground, Assy quietly says, "Okay, will do."

When she hugs her arms to her chest and breaths raggedly, your heart melts a little. It was only a few minutes ago that you were saying you didn't want to make girls cry anymore! You really are becoming more of a softie.

You hop up onto a wide, flat sink, resting half your butt on the edge, then pat a spot next to you and say, "Get on up here, Assy."

She sniffles and rubs a hand under her nose, then glances up at you, her red hair falling over her eyes. When she hesitates, you roll your eyes and say, "I insist, got it?"

She nods frantically and jumps up next to you, her thick thigh pressing up against yours and her bountiful ass spreading out as it presses into the cool metal beneath your buns. You pull her in with an arm comfortingly (you hope) placed around her shoulders. She quakes lightly against your arm, and leans into the embrace.

Looking the poor thing over, you say, "So... is there anything I can do for you to help with this?"

She snorts and lays her head on your shoulder, seemingly so disturbed that she'd seek comfort from anywhere. "No. I just... It was humiliating. I don't want to feel that way again."

"Ya know, I could help with that!"

"How?"

"Let me lay it on you; from now on, never wear panties again! And for good measure, only wear form-fitting clothes on your cute butt, single layer only."

"W-what? How does that-"

As Assy draws back from you and tenses up, you say, "Now now, Assy. This is an elegant solution if you really think about it. From here on out, you can never get your panties snatched! So you won't be have embarrassment thrust upon you at a bandit's fickle whim. Besides, we both know how much you love people getting an eyeful of your lower half. It's just so arousing when someone sees the perfect outline of your bouncing butt, when your cameltoe is in their face, even when they see the evidence of your arousal on the thin fabric between your skin and the open, public air. Amirite, or amirite?"

"W-well, yeah, I guess you're right." Assy bites her lip, still looking down, then glances up at you. Her legs part, giving you a better view of her crotch past her mountainous thighs. The simple act of catching your stare forces an uncharacteristic moan out of Assy, and you see her pants already visibly dampening.

You say, "You know it! So from now on, when you put on clothes in the morning I want you to really go all out, give into your innermost desires without a care about what others might think. Just live by the slogan: 'Cameltoe? That's for sho'. Provocative, below the belt dressing will be allowed and encouraged for you. You'll always be able to say that I'm forcing you to put on whatever you're wearing, shifting the social blame from you to me, because that will technically be true even though you'll be dressing exactly like you've always wanted to. How's that sound?"

"Wow..." After sitting stock-still for a moment, Assy dives towards you and buries you in a hug despite the change to her own name. "That sounds amazing! Thank you so, so much!"

Implanted fetishes and desires could be powerful tools, apparently.

As Assy sits back, however, you notice her face falling and say, "Hey, what's up?"

"Oh, um..." She finally sighs and bites the bullet. "I really, really appreciate what you're doing for me. Letting out my inner exhibitionist and all, dealing with the feelings. I just... She humiliated me! In front of everyone! It's, it's, it's not fair! Not right! But I don't know how I can do anything about it!"

After her outburst, Assy seems to deflate. You lightly rub her back and say, "I get that. Really, I do. But I created the Bottomless Bandit, and I think the brand of villainy that she brings to our school is positively electrifying and beautiful. Something grand and exciting!"

"Yeah..." Assy stares at the ground, her lips curled downwards.

Fair. Justice. Right and wrong. Don't all good villains have a foil, someone who's a hero that seeks to prevent their capers from occurring and to minimize the damage?

Whether or not that's something that happens in media, you decide that it might be fun. After hopping off the sink, you spin to face Assy, spread your hands wide, and say, "Alright, alright. Your supplication has been heard, and your desires granted. Although I shall not punish the Bottomless Bandit myself, given her adherence to my own rules, I think that the school could benefit from a hero of sorts. Someone qualified to stop villainy in its tracks, and to punish it before it gets out of hand! The keyword is before, however, and the rules the hero will enforce will be at my discretion. Obviously."

While rubbing her neck, Assy asks, "Okay... So, who's going to be the hero?"

"Why, you'll be the hero of course! Who better fits the heroic archetype than the woman first scorned by villainy's cruel hand?"

"What the fuck?" Assy hops down from the sink. God. You can practically see her ass jiggle from the front. "What the hell would I even do, and why do you think I would be some sort of hero for you?!"

"Well, I think you'll do it because I'm the Behavior Monitor, and I'm going to tell you to. I think you'll keep doing it, though, because of how hot it makes you, and how good it feels. Even now, I can tell that just the thought of being a hero and stopping Brooke is turning you on. To you, it feels equivalent to the pure, animalistic sexual thrill that you experience whenever you follow the rules, be a goody-two-shoes. or tattle. Do you feel that way because you love being a rule follower, because you love punishing others and knowing that you're better than them, or for some other reason? Think on it."

Assy's face flushes, and her breathing quickens as you talk. Her thighs part and close, and when she catches you stealing glances her cheeks grow even more red and she keeps her drenched crotch visible. "Um, okay, I'll think about it... and I guess I'll do it. To be helpful. And to follow the rules."

At that last word, Assy shivers and bites her lip. You clap once, then say, "Good! I'm glad to hear it! Now we just have to iron out the details while grabbing your new costume, and then I can let you be on your merry, commando way!"