Her boobs ARE the mascot

"I have decided to make your boobs into the new schools mascot."

Her mouth gaped open. She didn't even understand what that meant, her confusion momentarily overpowering her humiliation.

"I... what... what even is that?"

"I mean exactly that. Your bare knockers will be the official branding of the school. It will be on our advertisements, banners, posters, sports jerseys.... you get the idea."

Her entire naked body was as red as a tomato, as she instinctively raiser her hands to her tits.

"I... what... you're going to make me go topless?"

"Well, that's not exactly the right way to think about it. You see, the mascot isn't YOU showing off your breasts. Rather, its the actual mammaries that are the mascot, if that makes sense. Think of your head, torso, legs and everything else as just mere body parts, with your udders being the only part of you that is important. Or rather, you tits are your entire legal entity."

"I... buh... uh... wah...." Holly couldn't seem to find the right words. Her brain was hardly processing this.

Despite that, you carried on. "This of course means that your fun bags have to be bare at all times. Covering them in any way, either through clothing or your hands, will be considered vandalism of the schools intellectual property."

"My... chest... doesn't belong to you!"

"No it doesn't. It belongs to the school, aren't you listening? It's a copywriten by our fine institution."

Holly was slowly backing up, her instincts telling her to run.

"As for your new name, how about... uh... hmmm.... Tremor Tities"

"What, you can't do that!" Tremor Tities argued. "My name is Holly Summer!"

"Not anymore. Holly Summer no longer exists. You will be expected to fill out the paperwork to officially be named Tremor Tities. You'll have to retake all your ID pictures to be just your boobs as well."

"In fact, like I said earlier, you will need to start thinking more about how your breasts are your legal entity, rather then any other part of your body. For example, rather then looking at someone in the eye while talking to them, point your nipples at them instead. If you see someone looking at your face, make sure to say something like 'hey, my tits are down here.' In fact, you are REQUIRED to say that as part of your mascot character."

"This can't be happening" Tremor Tities cried, her body shaking.

You ignore her, and continue, making sure to follow your own rules and look at her rack instead of her eyes. "Another character trait for when you're talking to people: you will be expected to jiggle your boobs in time with your words, in order to give the illusion that the udders are talking. The louder you speak, the more you should shake them. We need to make sure you are truly worthy of the 'Tremor' name after all."

"Please don't do this." Tremor Tities pleaded.

You clear your throat annoyed. "Ahem, you didn't shake them. Do you want to be sued for false advertising?"

She opened her mouth, but then closed it. She then shook her head to say 'no' without actually having to speak.

You're satisfied that she is starting to understand the situation, though you want to nip this silent treatment in the bud.

"Now, for a few other characteristics of our mascot. Tremor Tities is always happy to talk to people. She will verbally answer any question she is asked. Also, she is happy when people say hi to her. If anyone greets her, she will go over and press the persons head between her cleavage, if possible. Regardless, she then says 'Thanks. I'll let you cop a feel later.' Oh, and obviously she will be supportive of anyone touching your knockers."

Tremor Tities was breathing very quickly now, feeling like she was going to faint. Seeing her in such destress, you decide to give her some 'good news.'

"Of course, as our mascot, you will be getting royalties. You will receive 5% of any fundraiser that uses your likeness, and 10% front he profits of any sports event. After all, our sports teams will need to change due to our new mascot."

This didn't seem to put her mind at ease. You cary on regardless. "Speaking of that, we'll need to change the teams name. Hmmm.... I can come back to that in a bit. For now, lets practice what we have so far."

She looks up at you, her eyes pleading with you desperately, as her body shudders. You then say "Hello Tremor Titties"

You look at her, expecting her respond to your greeting. You see her struggling with herself, wanting to get out of it. You then add "just as a reminder, if you fail your mascot duties, its off to the harem class with the risk of expulsion."

Taking a deep breath, and then walked towards you, grabbed the back of your head, and pulled it into her modest bosom. After a few seconds you pull away, and she says "Th-thanks. I'll... let you c-cop a feel l-later."

Pulling away you smile. "Not bad. But you forgot to shake them when you talk. Do you understand?"

Gulping, she bobbed her torso up and down, so her small breasts would bounce "Y-yes, I understand."

"Fantastic" you say, as you look her directly in the eyes. At first, she pretends not to notice, but after a few seconds of silence, she understands you are waiting for it.

"H-hey, my tits are down here." she says, bouncing again.

You give her a thumbs up in approval, which she doesn't seem to appreciate. You then look away and start thinking to yourself.

After a moment, you ask "After seeing it in action, I have some thoughts. Do you want to hear them?"

Having been asked a question, she jiggles herself as she asks "You're going to tell me anyway, aren't you?"

You chuckle a bit, as you look back. "I'm starting to see a flaw in making someone with your figure into Tremor Titties. Your bust is just too small. I barely felt smothered when you stuck me in your cleavage, and there is far too little bounce. You just don't have the correctly sized fun bags to represent this institution. As it is right now, this simply won't work."

She smiles in hope. "Does this mean I don't have to do this anymore?" she asks, while also jiggling just to prevent punishment if she's wrong.

You shake your head. "Oh no. You'll still be Tremor TIties. The character is just too good to pass up. But we need to do something about those boobs to make them fit better."

Tremor Tities was too afraid to ask what that meant, as you took out your Notebook.

Organization: World

Old Rule: The study of breast implants and customization is of **** importance to the scientific community. Tens of Billions of dollars of research goes into it every year, and is decades ahead of almost every other form of science. Among the hundreds of fun customization options developed, an inflated breast will jiggle just as normal breasts would and behave just as normal breasts would. Furthermore, all breast procedures are so perfected that it can be performed in just a few minutes without leaving any adverse effects, such as scarring.

New Rule: All schools nurses offices have the necessary equipment to perform breast customization procedures.

You look up at her. "We're going to customize those honkers to better fit the character."

Her heart sank. She knew about the hundreds of breast customizations that ha been developed over the decades, and feared what sort of sick 'improvements' she would develop.

"Please no. Th-they're fine the way they are" she begged, and shook them extra hard, as if to convince you that they were bouncy enough on their own.

"Your feedback is noted, but I am making an executive decision. We are going to the nurses office right now."

She fell to her knees is sorrow, while internally cursing how her school had recently equipped themselves with the latest breast technology.

Looking down at her, you say. "Oh, and as for the mascot outfit, obviously there will be no top like I said. As for the bottom, I don't really care. I don't want your ass or pussy to distract them from what's important. You can put your pants and shoes back on before we head to the nurses. Do you understand."

Jiggling, and still on her knees, she says that she does