Understanding the Weight of the Situation

My non-chalone ended five minutes later when I stumbled out of the room, eyes wide, with huge hoops permanently dangling from my nipples. I had barely felt the penetration, but I still felt chained and violated. My nipples were pierced! With huge hoops! Permanently!

My cheeks were burning. My heart was racing. My ass and hips were embarrassingly swelled and my nipples were permanently pierced. I was facing my ex-gang mates in a race against our dignity, and I was facing the ominous science of the ultimate bimbifiers...the scientists of Blonde Concepts.

One hour into the competition, one event...and I already realized that Blonde Concepts and the staff of Bimbomania had the technology and capability of bimbifying me. How could I possibly defeat Chrissie and the others when I was already beginning to feel like a silly bimbo?