Four is better than Two

The itching in Diana's groin subsided, but intensified in her rib cage.

She continued to work as normally as possible as the lab filled with the day shift. She tried to hide her discomfort as much as possible, but everyone noticed Diana's hands flailing at her trunk.

The day ended and Diana went home. The whole drive Liz felt a burning sensation in both ribcages.

Her roommate Liz was already there and could see Diana was in a lot of discomfort.

"Hey, are you ok? You look sick. Let me feel your forehead."

"I'm ok, Liz. I just cut my hand at work. Since then my ribs have been itching like mad."

"You are burning up. You cut your hand... in a biohazard lab... Are you nuts? Did you tell anyone, Diana?"

"No, are you crazy. I could get fired for that. And the glass containers were clean and empty.

"Let me see... lift your shirt Diana."

"No, leave me alone... I'm just going to take some Advil and go to bed."

"Wait, stop, let me see!"

Liz grabbed Diana and Diana gave in. Looking closely at the ribs under Diana's underwire and saw a bad rash, with a red swollen pimple on each side of her torso. Pimple popping was Liz's fetish.

"Hey Diana, I see a pimple on each side, let me pop 'em."

"Hey, wait no, stop, that hurts."

Liz squeezed the first one and it squirted a white fluid onto her face.

"Hey, ouch, what... wait... ahh, that did relieve some pressure. Do the other one."

Liz went to Diana's left side repeated. This one got her in the eye, and her lip.

"Gross, that was so gross and so awesome!"

"You're so weird, Liz."

Diana went to sleep that night and woke up in the morning with the bed soaked. Her fever must have broke.