Free stress balls!

Alex pulled on a t shirt and sighed, wondering what today’s torturous slogan would be. She was still reeling from yesterday’s: “sorry you had a bad day, you can touch my tits if you want” slogan, and the amount of feels she got from that. She knew better than to go without a t shirt though, thinking of the incident where she had to spend the day topless in work. The sun hadn’t rose yet, so she admired the crop top she’d chosen today. It fit her bust well, and certainly wasn’t baggy in any areas.

Alex left the house, just as the sun came up. She looked down to see today’s phrase: “free stress balls!” On her shirt. Great. It didn’t take long before a man passing her on the street read the shirt and smiled, reaching out with both hands to squeeze Alex’s boobs. He takes his time squeezing and playing with them, before moving off. Alex was going to have to get used to being violated like this, otherwise it would made the already long day she was gonna have longer.