Going to Millicent

Alice and Bit eventually stopped me, but not before I had reddened Tara’s ass.

Despite the fact that Tara was now walking tenderly from my enthusiastic spanking administrations, she was still offering her reddened bottom to passers-by and pleading to be spanked.

That alone almost made my bimboed condition worth it. My latex outfit did nothing to hide my acquisitions and my big boobs jiggled with every step, but concentration was something of an issue and I kept forgetting to cover my boobs while walking. I was twirling my hair with my fingers and giggling every time I spoke.

The Asian Bit had become so much the stereotypical Asian whore that it was hard not to laugh. “Me so horny!", “Sucky sucky!” and “Me love you long time!” rolled off her tongue so naturally, I was giggling non-stop. I was hoping she’d say “Five dollah! Five dollah! Fucky fucky!", but no such luck.

And poor Alice was black and bootylicious and not pleased about it. When she walked, her rounded hips swayed and her generous bottom moved like two Volkswagens racing side-by-side.

John kept an arm pressed across his bosoms at all times. His expression alternated between outraged and distracted.

We entered the demonstration tent and finally located Millicent. Millicent laughed when she saw our various plights.

“Wow!” she said. “You guys really can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”

We blushed and looked at the ground. “We didn’t mean to!” I said.

“I’m sure you didn’t, Nicole,” said Millicent. “Nice rack, by the way.” Then she glanced at John. “You too.”

I stamped my foot, inadvertently causing my breasts to jiggle. John ducked behind Bit.

“Hmmmm,” said Millicent. “Looks like Beaufort’s work.”

“Beaufort?” I said.

“Yeah,” said Millicent. “Dwarf? Dressed all in leather? Running with a pack of fairies?”

“Oh, yeah!” I said. “That was him!”

“Thought so,” said Millicent, nodding. “Let me guess. You referred to his height in some way. Did you call him shorty or something?”

We all glared at Tara, but she ignored us.

Millicent shook her head. “Bad idea. He doesn’t like to be stereotyped just because he’s short. When that happens, he turns his tormenters into stereotypes themselves.” She nodded at me. “Like a bimbo,” she said, then looked at Bit. “Or an Asian prostitute.”

“Ummmm....what about Tara?” I said.

“Punishment, probably,” said Millicent.

“And Alice?” I asked.

Millicent smiled. “Beaufort’s an ass man.”

Alice stamped her foot. I giggled into my hand.

“Anyway,” I said, big boobs jiggling, “we need to, like, get fixed, y’know?”