A day of glory

Amy had felt mortifying humiliation in each and every step she took. The hallways were constantly alive with catcalling, accusations of being a whore, wandering hands groping, and far too much laughter.

Her B36 breasts felt far heavier today. Any time she tried to cover her tits she found herself moaning at even the slightest brush of her nipples. She dared not touch them, even slightly.

And, as it always had done, losing a strip game had made Amy utterly soaking wet. She shivered as she felt how many eyes were on her. How many people were enjoying her humiliation.

Finally she arrived at her first class of the day. Science. And who should be waiting there but Samantha.

“Hey Amy! I’m loving the outfit!” Samantha giggled.

“H-Hey Sam…ha ha…thanks.” Amy’s head was too fried from the experience that she couldn’t come up with any response.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I’ve really been enjoying this week. I think most of the guys in school have certainly enjoyed it as well.”

Amy didn’t like where this was going.

“So I was wondering if I could interest you in another little game, Amy?