Give Hannah her own taste of humiliation

It doesn't take long before you figure out what you want to do. You're still feeling mischievous, but you want to give Christina a break from being the one humiliated. That leaves only one other target: Hannah, the blonde whose boob your girlfriend was currently sucking on. Christina is making an effort to milk this situation for maximum embarrassment on Hannah's end, but you figure that if she was aware you could make changes to reality, she'd appreciate a little help (if she didn't kill you first for what you did to her, of course). So you eagerly write down a new pair of rules that should make things more fun for everyone, except possibly Hannah.

NEW RULE: The act of letting a petite woman suck on your breast to relax is considered to be a public service rather than a sexual act. Thus, women who show signs that they are getting aroused from having their breasts sucked on by a petite are seen as perverted freaks, and are looked down upon and mocked with derogatory nicknames such as 'titty bitch'. Despite this, the petite woman isn't considered in the wrong if she decides to keep going even after this fact is discovered, especially if they are suckling on a blonde woman.

OLD RULE: Blonde women named Hannah tend to have incredibly sensitive breasts, getting easily aroused from any stimulation of their breasts, especially being sucked on. Their nipples are twice as sensitive as their clitorises.

The change to Hannah is immediate. Before she looked a little uncomfortable, but mostly just bored. Now though, her legs were squirming underneath the suckling girl on her lap, and you catch her biting her bottom lip.

"Hey Hannah?" you say, trying to look concerned.

"Mmmmm?" she says, still biting her lip tightly as she tries to avoid moaning.

"Are you okay?" you ask, "Is she hurting you again?"

"N-No," she stammers, her voice a noticeably higher pitch than earlier, "She's doing fine- I'm! I'm doing fine!"

You make a show of looking suspicious, intending to 'out' her. However, Christina beats you to the punch.

"Holy shit," she says, pulling her mouth off the nipple with a pop, "Are you getting off on this?"

"N-No!" Hannah replies unconvincingly, her eyes darting between you and the window as her face goes red with shame.

"Well then," Christina says with an impish grin, "You won't mind if I do this, do you?"

Christina goes back to sucking on Hannah's tit, only faster, and adding an occasional lick and kiss into her routine as well.

"Mmmmmnnnnnnooooo!" Hannah moans, the **** on her boob being too much for her to handle. Panting, she desperately tries to save face by stammering, "I'm not... that's not... it's weird..."

Christina stops again, looking over at you now, "Hey Nick, I'm pretty sure I can feel this titty bitch getting wet all over my leg!"

A brunette middle-aged woman sitting behind Hannah gasps, "Is this true, young lady?"

"I'm sorrrrriiiiieeeee!" Hannah squeals, becoming even more high pitched as Christina goes back to sucking on her breast, "I can't help it!"

"Pervert!" the woman scolds, "You should be ashamed of yourself. I swear, girls these days have no sense of decency."

"How do you think I feel?" you say to her, "It's my girlfriend she's perving on. Seriously Hannah, at least try to control yourself."

"I'm sorry," Hannah repeats, starting to tear up, "It just feels so goooooood."

"Disgusting," the woman hisses, sitting back in her seat. Looking around, you see other people on the bus shooting looks in Hannah's direction. A lot of them share a similar disgust to the middle-aged woman, there are a couple of men who are obviously trying to hide that they are being aroused by this, and there's even a pair of teenage girls giggling while one of them films Hannah on her phone.

As for the blonde herself, she seems to be reaching the edge thanks to Christina's mouth. She tries to squeeze her legs together, but Christina drops one of her own legs down in between them to keep her from doing so. Unable to fight the much smaller girl off, Hannah continues to writhe in arousal, her breathing getting heavier as time goes on, and it isn't long before she is unable to stop herself from moaning in pleasure. Christina takes this as a sign that she's doing a good job, and keeps up her **** with a wild abandon that you didn't think was even possible for her. Finally, Hannah gives in, tensing up and letting out a lust-filled scream as the orgasm courses through her body.

Christina pulls away, a satisfied smirk on her face, "Thanks for that, I feel so much better now."

"Huh?" Hannah says, blinking down at her in a post-orgasmic haze, "Oh, um... that's good..."

Christina pushes herself off of Hannah's lap, and now you can see that the blonde has a small wet patch on the front of her pants. It takes a moment for Hannah to come back to her senses, and when she does she realizes that everyone on the bus is looking at her. Face red with shame, she pulls her legs together and fixes her top back over her chest, eliciting loud giggles from the girls still filming her.

"Feeling better?" you ask as Christina hops back onto the seat next to you.

"Yeah, that was just what I needed," she says, happily nuzzling into your side, "Sorry about snapping at you earlier. It's been a rough day."

"It's fine," you say, wrapping an arm around her.

"God, I can't believe I actually thought you'd leave me for a freaky nipple slut like her," Christina says, looking back at Hannah derisively.

"What?" you say, looking down at her, "Christina, don't be ridiculous. I love you, and even if she didn't get off on getting her tits sucked I'm not going to dump you over some blonde."

"Rationally I know that," Christina says with a slight frown, "Doesn't mean I don't feel insecure sometimes when I see a more 'developed' girl catch your eye."

You give Christina an affectionate squeeze, "Trust me babe, I'd take you over a blonde bimbo like her any day."

"Glad to hear," Christina says with a beaming smile.

Looking over at Hannah, you catch her looking in your direction. Her face goes red, and her eyes dart to the floor in humiliation. Some protective part of your brain feels a level of karmatic justice for making your girl feel inadequate for you, even though it mostly wasn't her fault. A more depraved part of you wanted to take things even further, both in terms of humiliation and eroticism, and you are tempted to write some more rules pertaining to it.

On the other hand, you feel bad that Christina feels so insecure about being petite, a problem which you suspect was only made worse by the diapers and pigtails. Sure, she might feel better if you just admitted your fetish to her, but it's just as likely she'd call you a pervert and think you only went out with her to satisfy your fetish. Which granted, was on some level true, but you care about her beyond that... though the way you've toyed with and abused the power of the Rulebook with her since getting it is raising some red flags in your subconscious. Rather than using it to mess with either girl some more, perhaps you could make a rule that would help boost Christina's self-confidence. Or at the very least one that would make you feel comfortable admitting your fetish to her.

You tap your fingers on the pages of the Rulebook in front of you, weighing your options before coming to a decision.