Meeting Another Victim

Finally feeling her heart rate diminish slightly, Julia recovers from her mad dash out of the dining hall. Lots of other students were in the area, and it seemed quite a few were rather confused by the panicked looking Asian girl seemingly running for her life. Grimacing at the taste in her mouth and feeling the $10 bill in her pocket with disgust, Julia takes off to run for her dorm and hide. Despite her desire to get away from everyone immediately though, Julia finds herself walking instead with no rush in her step. Sign still held proudly in front of her, the woman attempts to push herself faster yet her legs simply move at their same leisurely pace. Forced to take a slow pace as she walks away from the hall and still unable to hide the sign in any way, Julia turns completely red and looks around worriedly.

I can't believe this is happening to me, why can't I just run away? Is this sign cursed? It has to be, but is putting someone else through this really the only way?

Julia gets some looks from the students around her, but thankfully none proposition her. Avoiding any and all eye contact, she finally has some relief when she spots one of the public bathrooms nearby. Feeling blessed that she has some place to hide until she figures out what's happening to her, she walks over. On the way, she notices herself holding the sign at an angle towards the walkway, her hands seemingly careful to make sure the sign remains readable. Frustrated at her lack of control, she manages to make it to the door when she just...stops. Standing in front of the women's bathroom, she desperately wants to step in yet her legs seem perfectly content standing right where she is. In fact, to her shock, they turn her around to face the walkway after a moment. Stuck facing this way and looking around in panic, Julia realizes that this thing controlling her very clearly wants others to see the sign, and will do whatever it can to make sure that happens. Having learned that hiding is futile, Julia is resigned to just standing there and praying.

Please don't look over here please don't look over here please don't look over here please don't...oh god, why's he coming over...

Realizing that staying put is a losing battle, Julia resigns herself to simply returning to her dorm. Thankfully there were no men there, but unfortunately she's stuck taking a leisurely stroll.

Ok, so it seems like whatever the curse, drug, mind control, whatever this is...it seems like it won't let me act out of line. It wants me to be seen. Wait, is that another girl with a sign?

Turns out, it was. Coming around the corner was a tall, blond beauty carrying a sign of her own. Long slender legs in black leggings, she's wearing a Helmsdeep University shirt that's been torn down the front to expose some generous cleavage. Cleavage that seems to be moving around a lot...Julia quickly looks away. Relieved to find another woman who seems to be suffering from her plight, she calls out to her.

"Oh! Uh...excuse me miss!" Getting her attention, the woman's eyes perk up at seeing her sign and they begin approaching each other, maintaining the leisurely pace that the spell seems to demand. As she gets closer, she's able to get a closer look at the sign.

"Try my boobs, look, feel, and taste!"

"Oh you got one of these damn things too? I barely got away from the boys clawing at me." The blond calls out once they're close enough. Julia finally notices the way the woman is holding the sign, with the top edge basically propping up her boobs slightly. Looks like she can't hold the sign in a way that hides her freshly-torn shirt. Also her bra is gone...

"Oh that's awful. I just...I just." Unable to finish her sentence with tears in her eyes, the other woman offers her a sorrowful look. Julia manages to hold back the tears, and just braces herself with a smile.

"I'll be ok. You must've had it rough too?"

"I was wish a bunch of my guy-friends when some woman handed me this..." The blond starts, glaring in the distance. "The guys started all joking like oh I'd LOVE to get a feel if that's the case...and then for some reason I just told them yes! They were all shocked, WE were all shocked, but no matter what I couldn't tell them no! I could call them all perverts, I could yell at them, but there I was pulling up my shirt and letting them grope and lick me..."

"They finally had their fill after like half an hour or something and I was able to run off. Just trying to get back to my dorm but I can't seem to lose this thing! So here I am, still wet from their spit and I can't even run back." She makes a show of trying to snap the thing over her leg, but to no avail. A familiar act to Julia.

"Yea...whoever made these really didn't want us to get rid of them. If says I can only get rid of it if I give it to someone else, but I don't think I could do that...."

Julia feels something enter her hand, and looks up but doesn't see the woman there. Only a blur rushing around the corner. Confusion gradually turns to horror as Julia realizes what's in her hand now.

"AH!" Oh fuck she would really do that??

There in her hand, the sign the woman had thrust upon her. Letting out a defeated whimper, Julia resigns herself to just getting back to her dorm as fast as possible. Putting the signs down-

Wait I can put the signs down? Finally, wait WAIT!

Her elation is short lived as she finds out why she put the signs down. Reaching behind her under her shirt, her hand quickly unclasps her bra and snakes it out from under her shirt. Finding herself reaching for her neckline, Julia lets out a whimper as her hands begin to strain against the fabric. Putting in much more work than she's used to, eventually the loose shirt gives way and a tear is formed. Dropping the bra onto the ground, she tries to reach down and grab it, only to pick up the two signs instead.

Holding the signs, one in each hand, Julia stares in horror at her bra left on the walkway. It was a nice cute one too, but no matter how much she wants to pick it up her body stays put, holding the two signs out for all to see.

Try my boobs...

Thinking on the sign, Julia goes a little red. She knows she's pretty and has plenty of male attention, a few healthy dates and such, but her chest has definitely been a bit of a sore spot. A B-cup at best, she makes up for it with nice legs and pert butt, but chest always seems like a mark of womanhood she was missing. Now here she was with one of her favorite bras lying on the pavement, her shirt opened up so that anyone could peek at her modest chest from the right angle. The soft breeze even could be felt on a nipple, unless that was just her imagination.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad...

Noticing a woman looking on in amazement at her knocks Julia out of her shock and she begins rushing back to her dorm. Well, rushing as fast as she's allowed to, which is a leisurely walk. Bright red in the face, holding one sign in each hand, she's not even able to cover up her torn shirt. All she can hope for is that no one bothers her on the way.