(B) Randi doesn’t know what to do, so braces for the weight.

The coils pulled taunt, lifting her swollen breasts slightly. The soft tinkle of the bells on her tender nipples drew her attention. Her poor melons were a dark red, bruises from the first challenge dotted their vein rippled surfaces. I can’t believe what Sandi has done to me! This thought filled her with a burning rage. But it was a futile rage. With her hands bound, her breasts trussed up tighter than a Christmas ham, she didn’t like her odds.

A hundred pound weight, tied to my boobs! I barely weigh more than that, how can I keep it from falling? This confusion left her with only one thought. She had to brace and hope that when the weight dropped she’d know what to do. Planting her feet, left out in front of the right, she turned her hips and locked her knees. Her heart began to drum against her rips so hard, the echo of it deafened her. She found herself chanting, hold steady, hold steady.

But despite all her prep, her mental mantra, when the timer started, she wasn’t ready. She would probably never have been ready in a million years. The weight hit her breasts, it felt like she’d been kicked. The pain stunned her, and the weight lifted her for a brief moment off her feet. This caused her to start to slide toward the open part of the railing.

****, she began to try to quick step back. Her high heels had no traction! “Oh, God! I’m slipping!” She screamed and tried to back pedal.

Sandi let out a guffaw of laughter. “Oh, yes cuz, keep struggling! You just have to last another 3 minutes!”

“3 minutes!” The thought filled her with despair. With how fast her legs were tiring and how easily she slid toward the opening, she’d never last a minute, let along 3. “Please, Sandi, don’t do this!”

“Wow! I never thought I’d see the day when the “favorite” cousin would plead with me.” She clapped her hands. “This is better than I thought it would be.” Her smile dropped, her brows furrowed and a cruel light blazed from her eyes. “Now, let’s see those tits pop!”

That made Randi stumble. And that was all the weight needed. She felt it thump to the floor. Sandi let out a loud cheer. “Here we go!”

The already too tight nano-rings, cinched tighter. Her breasts instantly went from a slightly red color to a dark cherry in seconds. The vicious pain grew as her breasts continued to change color. In a few heartbeats, they were a nice lavender shade. And the nano-rings continued to crush tighter. It felt like her breasts were being strangled, which they were. It was awful. And all she could do was stare.

When her breasts, the veins throbbing ribbons along the taunt surface, turned deep purple, the pain became so bad, she dropped to her knees! Eyes watering, Randi turned to her cousin. “Please, stop this!”

Sandi knelt beside her. “Oh, cuz, it’ll stop all on its own.” She mimed looking at a watch on her wrist. “Here in like fifty seconds, your breasts are going to pop. Just like over filled balloons!”

“God, no!” Randi turned from her cousin. ****, she started jerking at the binds on her wrists. She rubbed the skin raw, but couldn’t budge them. And then she felt it. The first give of her breast tissue! A little rivulet of blood trickled down her chest. “Oh God, Oh God!”

As if that was the signal, the nano-rings cinched all the way closed. Her once beautiful breasts popped off her chest. In a pain filled daze, Randi watched as her melons plopped wetly to the floor. Her vision began to darken and the only semi coherent thought in her head was, those don’t belong down there.

WORST ENDING