Just the 1

You take a deep breath. Okay. Time to see what this is all about. You grab one of the balls. It’s a lot denser than it looked, and it’s wet to the touch. You give it a quick whiff. It’s hard to discern exactly but it smells like it has some kind of sweet syrup coating. You take another deep breath and pop in the small white ball. The delicious flavors are otherworldly. Words cannot describe the rich, creamy, delectable flavor that melts on your tongue. Your knees slightly buckle, your eyes roll up, and you can’t help but to emit a hum of pleasure. You really want more, but you decide to listen to Mr. Minchest and only grab one before rejoining the group.

"OK," Mr. Minchest says, "For some of you it seems to be really difficult to follow rules. For safety reasons only those who ate exactly one of the balls can proceed. Please go with your teacher. The others stay here for punishment. Does any of you boys want to help me with this?"

Phillip and Tom both agree to help Mr. Minchest “punish” the rulebreakers. Mr. Wilkins gets the class’s attention and instructs everyone to follow him. He leads you out of the building, and Penelope is walking beside you when Phillip grabs her wrist.

"Hey, Penelope, I did see you eat two. You have to stay here." Mr. Minchest nods approvingly. Penelope pleads with her eyes, but Phillip stays firm, and holds her arm.

You look back at her, but there’s nothing either of you can do. You give her a look of sympathy, but move forward. You can’t risk incriminating yourself too.

As you exit the building, the doors are locked behind you. Mr. Wilkins leads you around the facility, talking about the least interesting aspects: the pasteurization process, the bottling process, all things boring. You try your best to listen - really, you do - but you can’t pay attention with this piece of shit bra you’re wearing. You keep readjusting it but there’s no way that you can wear it comfortably. First of all, the fabric is super cheap and scratchy. It keeps rubbing against your nipples, and that friction on your super sensitive breasts and nipples keeps giving you a little heat in your core. The more erect your nipples are, the more the itching bra arouses you. You’re here to learn, not get aroused.

Secondly, the bra is super tight. You procrastinated getting new bras because you didn’t want to spend the money and now you get to pay the price. You wanted to see if you could finish the school year without needing to get new underwear, but it’s now evident with your large breasts painfully squashed against your chest that that was not the right decision.

You keep fiddling with your bra, shifting it, readjusting it, tugging on it, everything and all of the above but you can’t get any relief. Your poor breasts are being held painfully tight against your body and you can’t keep your mind straight with that damn fabric itching your nipples.

“Okay,” you think to yourself, “that’s it, I’ve had enough with this stupid fucking bra. What a piece of shit.”

You reach your hand into the back of your shirt and undo your bra. You keep walking with the group as you do so lest you get lost. You pull your bra off your chest, careful to avoid tripping on the discarded bras littering the path. You pull the bra up and out of your shirt and drop it into line with all the other discarded bras.