You're not sure....

You flash back to your senses, massaging her tits with the oil as she rests on the floor between your legs. You're kneading her breasts with a fair bit more **** than you intended to, going into this. Did you drift off or something?

"Ah- you're squeezing me a bit, Debbie." She murmurs sleepily in your grip.

"Hm?" You ask.

That's weird. What does she mean, 'Debbie'? Your name's Lady Bonfire. W-wait, no, what?!

"Oh! sorry!" You stammer out, instantly loosening your fingers. Geez, you really must have drifted off or something. For a while there, you weren't even rubbing the oil at all, just holding on with an increasingly tight grip. Your face flushes bright red and your eyes shoot down to the ground when you remember what exactly you drifted off to imagining.

Th-that's crazy! As if it would even be possible for you to do that sort of thing to her if you did want to. She's w-way too tough for that kind of treatment.... and you don't want to do it anyway, either! You purse your lips together tightly, and silently continue your massage, much more gently now. Gold Rush sighs pleasantly, and leans back against you with her head.

After a couple more minutes of lathering the oil into her chest, Gold Rush lets out a satisfied purr and snuggles back against you with the slight shimmy of somebody getting comfortable in a really soft seat. Your heart almost melts, and you're so focused on how cute and awesome that was that your hands stop their work for a few seconds while you freeze in place and try to get your breath back.

You indulge her and let her stay all cozy in your hold like this for a while longer, with your hands on her slippery chest. But, sadly, most of the oil's been applied now, so (with a bit of a groan of protest from Gold Rush) you finish up the last little bit and stand up.

Gold Rush reluctantly rises too, getting one foot underneath her and then the other, before extending up to a standing position with a drawn-out stretch. As she rises, her tits bounce slightly in the open air. They're really shiny at the moment, catching the light perfectly as they stick out from her torso. Her taut midsection's gleaming in the light too, from some of the oil that rolled down between her boobs during the application.

"F-feel any better?" You ask, eyes totally glued to her chest and lips a little bit numb.

"Yeah... I think so!" Gold Rush smiles, and gives you a big thumbs up. "Thanks so much, Debbie!"

"Sh-should we.... test them?" You ask, shuffling your feet. It hasn't fully hit you yet, but once you get out of here and it properly sinks in that you just gave Gold Rush, your hero, a tit massage at her request, and might have played a huge part in her story as the best Warrior student at the entire school, you're going to be too excited to sit still for days and days.

Gold Rush frowns slightly, and looks down to her bare boobs. Testingly, she lifts one finger, and gently pokes at one of them. Seeming to have no effect, she pokes it again, this time sinking her fingertip a bit deeper into them.

She takes her hand away again, and looks at you, eyes wide and breath heavy. She looks back at her chest, then to you again. A grin comes to her face, and all of a sudden she brings both hands up fast, slapping them over her boobs with a lot of ****! It doesn't even send her stumbling to catch her feet, let alone knock her out. She follows the blows up with two hefty squeezes of her handfuls, eyes shut and biting at her bottom lip as she smiles, then finally flings her arms away and to her sides again.

"WOOOO-EEEE!" She hollers, loudly, lifting her arms behind her head and giving her torso a nice shake from side to side, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing back and forth. "Debbie, we've gone and done it! I'm cured!"

You can't stop the massive grin from coming to your face, and you rush forward to embrace Gold Rush in a tight hug, squishing her boobs against your shoulders without a worry at all. She smiles down at you, pats the back of your head, then gently pushes you back by your shoulders and points at her boobs with her pointer fingers.

"Go, on, try them!" She excitedly says, bouncing up and down on her toes. "Give them a heft!"

You oblige, reaching forward with both hands, and doing your best to put her under with squeezes. She laughs at your attempts, shoulders and boobs bouncing jovially. That is, until you move your hands to her nipples, and give them each a powerful twist. All of a sudden the joyous laughter stops. Her eyes shoot open wide, and her jaw drops open. Her face frozen in a mask of shock. Uh oh….

Her legs turn rubbery beneath her, and she stumbles a few wobbly steps backwards with a short gasp, her tits still in your hands, quickly tripping over her own feet and collapsing back onto the floor with nothing but a weak-sounding sigh. Her eyes slowly come shut and her head limply rolls between her shoulders, her full lips slightly parted from her final, submissive gasp of breath.

Your heart stops as you stand above her. What....? What was that? Was the oil just.... temporary, or did you just do too much? Oh no..... you might've overdone the squeezing....

One of her eyes peeks open, and her lips close into a smile again. With a giggle, she jumps up to her feet, totally fine. Haha, it was a joke, that was funny. She sure got you. You wipe the nervous sweat from your forehead and try to calm down from your total panic. It takes a while, but you get there. She'd better not do that again.

The two of you spend the next several minutes giggling and smiling over her tits' fresh resilience, gleefully mashing and playing with her boobs in total childlike excitement. Eventually, Gold Rush cuts the action short as you still have one of her boobs in each hand, waggling your fingers with varying amounts of pressure and enjoying the way the sink into her. She gently puts her hands onto your wrists to get your attention, and you look up at her, still holding onto her boobs.

"So.... Debbie." She says, in a quiet, more serious voice. "This is.... this is really.... this is permanent?"

You nod.

Her smile returns, smaller, but not any less happy. She nods back, and guides your hands back down to your sides, looking across the room to where her cast-aside top lies.

"Thanks bunches, Debbie." She says, meaningfully. "I'll make it up to ya. And I'll put it to darn good use, to boot." She looks back at your face again, and her smile widens. "Now, git. I don't wanna take up the whole rest of your day with this. And besides, I've got some more testing I wanna to do on these puppies."

You nod, even though you wouldn't mind playing with her boobs for the whole rest of the day. With a tight hug and a nice goodbye you head out of the Gym's backroom door as Gold Rush pulls the tight top over her head once again, covering up her shiny boobs but leaving her gleaming and toned midsection exposed.{if Sorority == True} On the way out, you grab the empty bottle up from the ground -- you've got a feeling it'll come in handy when talking to the Sorority about this.{endif}

Hey, you did a really good thing today! And you got to hang out with Gold Rush, too. That's totally the best. Gold Rush is totally the best. You can't wait to see what she can do now that she's back at 100%!