A New Level of Humiliation

Tiffany spent an hour and a half in the restroom crying. The feelings of shame and humiliation had finally come crashing to the surface. Along with anger at the detective who had planted evidence on her when she refused to give him a blow job.

It wasn’t her fault he had mistaken her for a hooker, although it wasn’t the first time her DD’s had gotten her into trouble. She was bounced around from foster home to foster during her high school years, foster fathers’ always trying to take advantage of her because of her large breasts. Constantly being **** by those who were responsible for her well being had taken its toll on her, so when that cop shoved his exposed dick in her mouth she couldn’t resist biting down.

Looking in the mirror at her reflection, showed puffy eyes, a runny nose, and slightly unkempt hair. At least she wasn’t wearing makeup, not that she ever needed to wear it, except for some lipstick when she wanted to feel pretty. Washing her face and finger combing her hair the best of her ability, she left the restroom and returned to the computer terminal.

She searched the Program site for some stores that would allow her entry, but found nothing. She would have To wait for her map program to configure.

Exiting the library, she made her way south to the Burger King, all the blushing at the comments and rude gestures she received. Turning a deeper shade of red at the sound of a fender bender, she looked and then ran away, breast bouncing the whole way.

Finally stopping at W 90th Street, she paused to catch her breath and wait for the crosswalk light to turn green. She also rubbed left foot hoping to she would stop finding loose rocks. Looking up she saw her destination behind an abandoned building, the word Gyropolis could barely be seen.

After crossing the street and arriving at the parking lot she froze. Several families could be seen through the window and couple young teenagers were hanging outside, who also froze with mouths hanging open. Oh great, their taking pictures, I guess I’ll be in their wet dreams tonight.

Wait, why did I think that, am I getting used to this already? But an intense feeling of shame informed me otherwise.

She made her way inside and another blush surfaced as she got in line, which only deepened when it got quiet. She should feel everybody staring at her exposed bottom, so she concentrated on the menu board and saw a tiny symbol that represented the Program beside the meals she could order.

All of a sudden she felt something poking at her intimate area and looked down only to see a boy of seven or eight poking at her vagina, which prompted a small ‘eek’ from her, causing her hand to cover her pussy. At which point the mother turned around from placing her order, then pulling the boy in front of her, called me a slut. The more more humiliating part was when they left the line, the boy asked her mother ‘why was her hoo-hah wet?’ prompting both of our faces to turn red. Still covering her pussy, a beep was heard and after looking around, assumed it must be from the kitchen.

The cashier had a neutral expression on her, but could still tell she was trying to keep from laughing. Tiffany ordered a Whopper meal and was told to scan one of her barcodes to pay. While a banking chip would work for normal transactions, to use any of her voucher would require any of the barcodes place on her body. The only problem was that the scanner was bolted to the counter. The only barcodes small enough to be scanned were on her lower back or below her clavicle.

She tried to crouch down and scan the barcode, but her large mammaries kept smushing against the counter preventing an accurate reading. So she had to turn around and bend backward with the device tilted up read her lower back, her entire body blushing as people were staring up her open vulva. Once Tiffany heard the beep, she turned around, took her receipt and placed it in her pouch, and waited for the meal to be ready.

She already had her medium Dr. Pepper in hand, only waiting a few minutes for the tray with her burger and fries before she sat down at a table with her back to the crowd. Tiffany ate her meal and wondered where she would go next.

There were a few hours left before dark and she already decided to sleep on one of the benches outside the library. Maybe she could take up reading?

Dumping her tray and putting it on the holder, she left the building and made her way back to the library, half a drink still in hand.