They try to milk you.

While the apprentice in the back continues playing with your nipples, the one in front leans in close to your now-bare chest. You can feel his breath on your body.... you squeak in surprise as he takes a nipple into his mouth, the other man's hand pulling back to just massage the flesh of that boob.

Inside of his mouth, your nipple is flicked up and down by his tongue before he makes small circles along your areola. With your nipples as stiff as they could possible get, he starts gently suckling on it, some saliva escaping his mouth and running down your breast, all the while being massaged by the rough working hands of the other man. Your boob is sucked with a significant amount of ****, and you accidentally moan... b-but not because you're dirty!! It's just taking longer than you'd have liked. That's all. The moan lasts for several seconds.

Eventually, with your heart thumping and quickened in your chest, the man pulls back from you. Your arms that are leaned on the tabletop aren't supporting much of your weight anymore, you're mostly being held up by the grip that the man behind you has on your boobs. A warm flush is across your cheeks and the top of your chest, and an even greater warmth is filling your chest. T-these guys are really thorough!

"This isn't working." The man says, wiping his mouth with his wrist. Did you do a bad job? You feel bad....

Eep! Your loose jaw is easily opened by the grip of the man, and a tablet is placed on your tongue. "Swallow." you're instructed, and you do so, not wanting to disappoint these two.

"Give it another go?" The man behind you asks, his massaging hand returning to play with your nipple again. It feels different this time.... your boobs feel full, and a bit heavier, and your nipples feel more like nozzles.

"No point." The other man responds to his friend. "That's just the preparent. Won't activate without the partner chemical."

"So we're done here, then?" The man lets go of your chest, and your nearly fall facefirst onto the table ahead of you if you hadn't managed to catch yourself at the last second.

"Yeah."

"I'm going to keep the shirt."

The two talk for a little bit longer, but you can't concentrate on what they're saying anymore as a fuzziness fills your chest and the bases of your nipples. It feels like how static sounds, and it captures your attention in its entirety. When your mind comes back to you, you're alone in the still-dark room -- bra wrapped around the base of your ribcage and shirt suspiciously missing, leaned against that same table. One of your ass cheeks stings faintly....

W-what was that?! Did they get your measurements or not?

No, that's right, it's coming back to you now. They said that it wasn't working. That must be why they took your shirt! To use it as a template. {if@ Armour == 1}And it makes sense why they'd need to check you! You've got big boobs, so they need to make special accommodations for you. Plus, most of your class doesn't, so only Delilah would need to get measured too. That's completely logical!{endif}{if Armour == 3}And it makes sense why they'd need to check you! You've got big boobs, so they need to make special accommodations for you. Plus, most of your class doesn't, so only Delilah would need to get measured too. That's completely logical!{endif}

A-anyway, you've got to leave the room now- wait! You put up the last of the chairs onto the tables. Then it's time for you to leave, which you do with **** caution. You pull the bra back up, and you put your blazer back on and button it up, but your neckline and collarbones and cleavage are all really really visible. This is going to be tough.....

Sneaking as best as you can to your room, you grab another shirt and pull it on, thankful that Cameron's not looking at you as you walk in or take off your blazer and reveal your bra. You think. Y-you only got seen five or so times on your way over here, but you're lucky, because most of them weren't- weren't looking at your face as you rushed past with bare skin all over. S-so they hopefully won't recognise you for it. H-haha....