"Didn't even plan this one."

Beth’s in the supermarket, browsing the dessert shelves, not thinking about anything in particular, when all of a sudden she finds she can’t move. Her body is frozen in place.

“Freeze ray,” explains Simon, wandering over. “Didn’t even plan this one. I just carry this thing around in case an opportunity to use it arises. Anyway, prepare to get pranked!”

He reaches out, and gropes her boobs.

“Simon,” Beth says frostily, after about thirty seconds of this treatment. Simon is just standing there, fondling Beth’s impressive breasts through her tight sweater. “Is this your idea of a prank?”

“Yes.”

“I… Simon, why are boys so dumb?”

“Who’s the dumb one in this situation, Beth? Is it the one with the freeze ray?”

“Kind of! Yes!”

“I beg to differ,” says Simon, continuing to fondle Beth’s breasts. His hands are strong and warm, but that doesn’t mean she likes it! He fondles her breasts to his heart’s content as she glowers at him, before taking hold of her sweater. “Okay, now for the prank.”

“Wait, wasn’t that the whole prank?”

“Of course not, Beth.” He pulls the sweater off over Beth’s head, getting it stuck on her arms for a while before it finally comes free. A slim Vietnamese girl in sweatpants strolls by, looking for Twinkies, and does a double take.

“Hey,” she says. “Oh my gosh! Are you in Delta Omega Mu?”

“Uh, yeah.” Simon has Beth’s sweater off, leaving her standing in her white bra. He grabs her skirt and yanks it down around her ankles. The Vietnamese girl claps her hands with delight and says “I love you guys!”

“Do you?”

“I’ve watched all your videos so many times! The thing with the anti-bikini field? So funny! My name’s Phuong, by the way.” She twirls a strand of hair around her finger and says “Oh, wow! Is this one of your classic pranks?”

“This? I mean, it’s nothing big.”

“Oh my gosh! This is so exciting! Can I help?”

“You are going to regret this,” fumes Beth, as she’s loaded into a trolley in her underwear, along with whipped cream, icing sugar, sprinkles and five bottles of maple syrup, and wheeled towards the checkout machines. Phuong pays for the haul, and says “Are you going to take her bra off?”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

“You should, like, totally take her bra off. She has such nice boobs! I want to see her boobs!”

“You’ve talked me into it,” says Simon, heaving Beth out of the trolley and positioning her in front of a telephone pole next to a busy main street in downtown Waxford. He reaches for her bra.

“Wait, wait, I need to get my phone out! This is, like, totally going to go viral.”

“You’re the boss,” says Simon, as Phuong aims her phone. He unclasps Beth’s bra, ignoring her protests. Phuong captures every second of the resulting titty drop as the blushing blonde’s beautiful bare breasts bounce into the daylight. “Hey, you want to touch them?”

“Oh my gosh! Can I?”

“Why not? I did.”

“You absolutely may not touch my breasts,” says Beth, as Phuong hands the phone to Simon and begins to squeeze and jiggle her naked titties. She laughs in delight as she pinches Beth’s pink nipples, lifts her boobs up, drops them, repeats a few times. Simon films it all.

“Boing, boing, boing! Oh, wow, girlfriend, your titties are amazing! I’m so jealous! Hashtag big boobies Beth! That’s your name now!”

“That is not my name.”

“They’re my forty thousand followers,” says Phuong, “and I get to decide what they call you. Big boobies Beth. Say it.”

“I’m not going to… ow!” Phuong has tweaked her nipple extra hard. “Okay, fine, I’m big boobies Beth! Are you happy?”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“Ow! OWW!”

“This is like, totally embarrassing for you,” Phuong informs Beth, a few moments later, now holding the phone again as Simon expertly duct tapes her to the telephone pole. The street’s full of curious tourists, shopping in a dozen groovy little boutiques and cafes, and plenty of people have gathered round to watch one of the famous Delta pranks in motion. “It must suck. I feel so totally, like, bad for you.”

“Then let me go!”

“No way, bitch! Simon has the freeze ray! He’d just freeze me too! Anyway it’s, like, hilarious.” Beth is now securely duct taped to the pole with her arms behind her back, stripped down to her panties. Simon picks up two of the maple syrup bottles, opens them and begins to squeeze them all over her hair, face, shoulders and naked breasts.

“I think we only needed two,” he says, shaking the whipped cream as sticky Beth sputters and fumes. He squirts some cream on top of her head, then deposits two little puffs on her nipples, just barely concealing them. He hesitates, shrugs, then sprays the cream all over her boobs in random swirls. Finally, he dusts her all over with icing sugar and finishes her off with sprinkles.

He steps back. “Unfreeze,” he says, and hits a button on his ray gun.

“Aauugh! Let me go!” The duct tape, of course, is far too strong for Beth to break. She struggles against it, and only succeeds in making her boobs jiggle. She’s trapped in front of all the tourists in downtown Waxford, a pretty bare-titty dessert, and she’s going to stay that way until someone stops laughing long enough to let her go.

“Ah, fuck. I forgot to write ΕΝΦ SUX! or ΔΩΜ ROX! on her body! And now she’s all sticky!”

“No, look,” says Phuong, pointing. “Only her titties are sticky! You could totally fit it on her thighs.”

“Wow, Phuong. You’re something really special.”

“Aww. Thanks!”