Mindy Wants To Talk

"Um Michael." Mindy's mousy voice grabs your attention as you're packing up your stuff. You look at her bulging chest, with a hint of pride.

"What's up Mindy? I gotta get to my next class." The job of a Female Behavior Monitor is never done.

"Oh It's about Lacey."

You zip up your bag. "She didn't turn into a big boobed sex zombie did she?"

Mindy looks rightfully confused. "No... why?"

"No reason." You laugh nervously. "So what'd she do?"

"She didn't give me any underwear today." She whispers the very picture of embarrassment and meekness.

You try to nod your head with a certain amount of stoic seriousness. "Well she never informed me of this." She had less than a week's worth of underwear?

Mindy nods earnestly. "I didn't think so, and I thought you better know."

Aww, she was a little brown nosing gender-traitor. You could have great use for a rat inside the mysterious domain of the female sex. "Thank you for coming to me on this. I'll deal with her as soon as I can. I think I should reward you for being such a model student."

She looks nervous, and you can't really blame her. No one has been better off after receiving your attention. But that was the old Michael. You're the new Michael. ****, smarter, more worldly. "Don't worry, it'll be nice." You pull out The Rulebook and go to work.

New Rule: Should a woman stuff her own bra with the bras and panties of other women (at least 2) she can feel her stuffed bra as if they were natural breasts of that size. These fake breasts are incredibly sensitive to her, and get more so the more underwear she has stuffed in them.

That was kind of fun. It's like you were creating your own ritual in a magical spellbook. Gather two eye of newt, and the panties of half your class!

You look up at Mindy, and put your Rulebook back in your bag. "Sorry, I was just jotting down Lacey's offense. Now for your reward!" You clap your hands together loudly, and rub them together for dramatic affect. Now that they're all warmed up, you reach for Mindy's sweater and giver her underwear boobs a squeeze.

It's like groping a laundry hamper, but she squeals none the less and jumps away from you. "What the?" She looks down in disbelief, then pulls the collar of her sweater down to get a look. "Oh." She looks like she's drowning in disappointment. Did she think she'd been given real boobs?

"What?"

"I thought I felt..." She run her hands innocently along her fake breasts, and lets out an involuntary purr. "Oh wow!" She shakes happily for a moment, and then just squeezes her sweater melons for all their worth. She digs her fingers in, and bits her lip as her eyes try to roll back into her head. She's gotten pretty good at stuffing that things, so as far as anyone can tell from the outside she really is just groping herself, and not squeezing a giant wad a fabric.

The next class is beginning to filter in so you escort Mindy and yourself out into the hallway. "Having fun?" You ask her.

"Yes, oh wow yes. This is the best thing I..."

"Well there's more where that came from." You face her. "Keep informing on girls who break the rules, and I'll keep treating you right." She looks kind of conflicted. As if staying on your good side requires any extra incentive. "Just remember all the names those girls have called you all these years. Then ask yourself if you want to protect them, or finally get even."

You leave her with her newly sensitive breasts, to consider her loyalties.