Amanda's night had been a rough one. Her tightly bound breasts kept her awake and the constricting net around her body was driving her up the walls. She tried desperately to ease the burden somewhat, but the ropes were just too rigid. Even a midnight shower brought only temporary relief. Tired and cranky, she got herself some breakfast and walked over to the main building, covered only by the net and her trusty blanket, and way ahead of time.
"Good morning Ms Juggs, you are quite the early bird!" chirped Caroline as she entered the principal's office, "Take a seat, he'll be with you shortly."
Amanda entered the small room, wondering what the old pervert had in store for her today.
"Hello Ms Juggs, what a pleasure to see you again! Ah, you got creative, I see! But you could have just worn your civilian clothes this morning."
Amanda shot back, "It won't surprise you to hear that the janitor was out the entire weekend, so even though you so generously allowed me to wear my own stuff, there was no way for me to actually get it back. So, just like you had planned, I had no other option than to stay naked the entire weekend, with this measly blanket and that too tight net being the only things I could wear."
The principal feigned surprise, "Oh gosh, Ms Juggs! That's scandalous!"
Amanda shook her head in disgust, "You're an old pervert who can't get enough of my tits, just confess to it!"
"I will not do anything like that, young lady. Now enough with the accusations, we're here for a reason, right? Let's discuss your outfit once and for all. As promised last week, I've come up with some ideas that I would like to show you. And I hope you'll refrain from destroying these new pieces like you did with your school-issued bra and fishnet!"
Amanda remembered what Sean had told her, that she had power over the leering old bastard, that she should stand up to the bullying. She smiled seductively, her hands cupping her swollen, hurting breasts and softly jiggling them.
"But that bra was soooo tiny, principal," she teased, "There was no way it could contain my girls with so little fabric! You have to understand, a woman has to take care of herself!"
The old man harrumphed nervously, his eyes glued to Amanda's luscious, naked boobs.
"Either way, as we found out last week, your ... charms... are ideal to work off that terrible stress. In order to facilitate this essential community service, I will allow you to be dressed in this instead of the formal wear. Of course, as long as you are wearing the service uniform, you are obliged to provide said services."
Amanda took the package from him and ripped it open, curious about what he had come up with. A gleaming white onesie fell out, with bright blue applications that matched her own hair color. The entire thing seemed to be made of neoprene and looked more like sports wear than an actual uniform. She spread the piece out and was impressed. The high cut seemed to not expose any of her sexy bits, covering everything from the neck down to her ankles. The long arm sleeves, the torso and even the bottom seemed neat and form fitting. It looked so much more comfortable than what she was wearing right now and Amanda couldn't wait to try it on.
"Want to give it a go?" the principal asked, looking at her expectantly.
"Sure, if you could help me out of this awful net?"
The principal was happy to oblige. A pair of scissors made short work of the terrible piece of sports equipment and Amanda was relieved that she would never have to squeeze her body into this nasty thing again. The principal examined her naked breasts carefully, his eager fingers trailing along the deep, red indentations the ropes had left behind. Finally coming to senses, he stepped back and motioned her to put the new dress on.
Amanda had a bit of trouble getting inside her new service uniform, and some parts seemed rather unusual to her. But the flexible piece, including its odd breast compartments, was very, very comfortable to wear and the whole thing fit like a second skin. The principal offered her a mirror and what Amanda saw pleased her eyes. The blue-haired girl looking back at her was finally properly dressed, the shiny white piece neatly wrapping her naked body. Even her arms and legs were fully covered, and her womanly form nicely accentuated by bright blue applications. Of course, these applications did everything to sexualize the outfit, one of them highlighting the love triangle between her legs and two more emphasizing her breast area, but she was used to so much worse.
Large letters on her tummy informed everyone about her purpose, that she offered "Free To Use Stress Balls and More!" and Amanda wondered how that would actually work. She turned around to examine herself more closely in the mirror and spotted an odd area on the back of her neck that read "Press Here for Service!" with a round, button-like application in the middle of the circular writing.
"Want to experience how it works?" inquired the principal as he reached out and pressed the strange button.
Amanda yelped surprised as her new outfit came to life. The sections covering her boobs suddenly opened and the bases of the breast compartments shrunk down quickly, forcing her tender globes out. The squeeze was just as bad as with the net once the bright blue bands hugging her pillows contracted with force. At the same time, the area between her legs retracted, baring her cleanly shaven sex for all to see.
While Amanda was still trying to come to terms with what had just happened, the director knelt down in front of her and grabbed the naked lips of her pussy, quickly tugging them into some sort of built-in clamp.
"You'll need to pay attention when you get dressed. Your lips have to be properly seated for this to work, The enforcement phase, once activated, will continue until everything is in place. And one piece of additional advice: Put your arms behind your back and let the magnets on your elbows and wrists engage. And spread your legs as wide as you can. You have about 10 seconds to get into the right stance."
Amanda looked at him quizzically, not sure about what he just said to her.
Suddenly, a massive jolt of electricity passed through her body. The shocked girl screamed in pain.
"Assume position!" the principal barked as he pushed her arms back and forcefully opened her legs. Amanda did not react, her eyes glued to her massive, jiggling balls of flesh that once again were on display.
"See, this is what I am talking about. You have to be properly dressed and assume the service stance or you'll be shocked! Man, you look absolutely fantastic in this thing," the old man beamed as his hands found her swollen tits, "That's how I like my stress balls, nice and hard and oh so enticing!"
He massaged her breasts for a few more moments, then his fingers found the exposed area between her thighs and pushed inside the gaping hole.
"How do you like your new uniform? It makes all your key parts easily accessible, don't you think? By the way, the service interval is only 10 minutes. After that, your sexy bits will be hidden away again and you can move freely."
His fingers slowly fucked her and Amanda wondered why she got so aroused by this humiliating situation. By the end of the 10 minutes, Amanda was moaning with pleasure and wondered what the hell was wrong with her. Finally, the odd uniform relaxed, her breasts magically popped back inside and her crotch area was again hidden from sight. Everything was neatly covered again, only Amanda was still panting excitedly.
"Good, good. So that's what you'll have to wear every Tuesday from now on. If you like, you can offer your service on additional days except Mondays, even on weekends. It's up to you, really. Now, want to see your new school uniform?"
Amanda nodded, still shocked by what she had just gone through.
