Lunch

"You must be hungry," said Mary Jane. "I think I saw someone throw half a hamburger away in that trash can." She pointed to a big yellow trash can lined with a black trash bag. "Go skip over there to get it, scarf it down, and come back."

Brianna got up, she skipped over to the trash can, her unrestrained boobs bouncing. She knew people were looking at her. She looked into the trash can. Burgers were on the men, thin patties between two white buns. She saw one that had three fourths of it eaten. She reached in and picked it up. She scarfed it down as fast as she could, trying not to gag. She heard the gasps, laughs, and hushed words from the crowd. After she finished her food, she went back to Mary Jane and sat down.

"Always look like you love obeying me," said Mary Jane. "Smile!"

Brianna's face lit into a smile despite her humiliation, anger, and disgust.

"Good, now go over to that table where Jackson and his football buddies are and ask them if they have food you can shove down your pants. Whatever they give you, shove down your panties. First the front, and then the back, and keep doing it until all six of them have handed you food."

Brianna, still with the happy smile on her face, got up and walked to the table where the six jocks were sitting. "Do you have any food I can shove down my pants?" she asked with a smile.

"Um, sure," said Jackson, thinking this was a joke. He handed Brianna a handful of tater tots.

Brianna took the tots and shoved them down the front of her pants.

"Damn, want this half a banana?" asked Jackson's friend Gage as he handed her a half-eaten banana.

Brianna took it and shoved it down the back of her panties.

Another boy gave her a cup of vanilla pudding, and Brianna shoved it down the front of her panties, then she shoved a half a turkey and swiss sandwich down the back of her panties, followed by a handful of grapes down the front of her panties, and a brownie down the back. She then walked back to Mary Jane and stood by the table.

"Have a seat!"

Brianna, never having stopped smiling, sat down, squishing all the food in her panties. She heard the laughter and snickers behind her.

Mrs. Johanson, the 60 year old assistant principal came over. "Brianna, what is going on here? Why are you doing this? Are you being bullied?"

"Brianna," said Mary Jane, "Tell Mrs. Johanson that you are simply acting on your new gross food fetish."

"Mrs. Johanson, I'm just acting on my new gross food fetish."

"This is unacceptable," said Mrs. Johanson. "Come with me right now!"