Holding the two absurd things on her chest, Amanda made her way to the pool, head shaking in disbelief. Without waiting for another word from the coach, she climbed the starting block and jumped into the water.
The pressure forced her odd appendages hard against her belly and Amanda winced in pain. But she knew better than to complain and started to swim, focusing on rhythm and strong strokes. Unfortunately, the immense weight of the lead-filled rings kept pulling her down, and the poor girl had trouble staying afloat. To make matters worse, the evil man was walking along the pool next to her, commenting on her insufficient performance. Amanda cursed but kept on swimming.
After a few minutes of exhausting exercise, Amanda felt something move on her badly disfigured breasts. Suddenly, the weight got a bit lighter but her balance was off. She kept going, tried to stay in lane and mostly ignored the awful insults from the sideline. When the coach finally told her to get out, she heaved herself out of the water only to see that there were much less of the silly rings around her chest, and the few remaining ones were squeezing the middle of her boobs rather than the base, threatening to slip away, too.
"You really have to work on your stroke, Titty. This was so bad!"
"But it's just because of these stupid rings!" complained Amanda as she removed the remaining rings, "They're too heavy!"
"And too big, apparently. The stickers didn't stick either! I guess your little hole is just too wet from all the exercise it's getting. Why they didn't stay on your obscene nipples is beyond me though."
"Can I get changed now?"
"Of course not! We're not done here, lady. Any idea how we can get her dressed decently again?" he asked the group of students watching them.
"She wore some sort of clamps before," offered one of the girls that had bullied her before.
"Good thinking, go get them! And for the rings, we just have to try the smaller sized ones. I'll need a few hands to get them on her though. That leaves us with her dripping slit."
"How about that old pipe and plug we replaced last week? Should fit alright, I guess?" suggested Joe mischievously.
"Perfect, bring it here! And don't forget to bring the proper tools as well. Titty? Just bend your waist and let those puppies hang. Pete, get on the floor and pull her nips when I tell you to. Susan, lend me a hand and push this ring up against her chest."
Without waiting for Amanda to even acknowledge the plan, he pushed her into position and grabbed one of the tiny dive rings. He positioned it over one of her nipples and nodded, "Let's see if this works!"
Amanda couldn't believe what she had to endure. Pete grabbed hold of her poor nipple and started tearing while the others slowly forced the ring over her straining flesh. To Amanda's utter surprise, they managed to get the thing over her hurting boob and it soon sat tightly on her ribcage, the rest of her breast terribly bloated and rapidly gaining color.
"That was easier than expected!" huffed the coach as he grabbed another ring, "Let's keep this going, the more we can cover her naughty bits the better!"
Amanda squeaked in pain as they pulled, poked and prodded her flesh, tearing bits of her breasts through the awfully small rings. But the expanding and swelling breasts made progress more and more difficult, and soon even the most brutal manhandling of the sensitive tissue wasn't working anymore.
"Alright, guess that's as far as we can get with this. We'll just have to live with seeing those obscene balls then. Ah, thanks Susan, yes, those clips should work fine."
"Fuuuck!" yelled Amanda as the terrible clamps were snapped onto her tender nipples and hot pain exploded in her strangled bosom.
"See? We're getting there. Now where's Joe? Ah, there he is, with all the equipment we need. Let's see if this works."
The coach turned towards the group of students, two red plastic objects in his hand.
"You guys don't usually see this kind of stuff, but pool maintenance is an awful lot of work. So this here is the end piece of one of the water pipes and as you can see, the thread at the end is busted. It had been a terrible mess but, well, it doesn't really matter and I would bore you to death with the details anyway. We can cut that part off and still use it for the task at hand."
Joe handed him a knife and with a few quick cuts, he shortened the tube down to about an inch in length.
"The other item here is the plug to close the pipe. It's a rather long one and has all those rubber lips along its shaft, but the best feature is that this is a torquer style locking plug. So when... well, let me show you. Titty? Open your legs, please. Let's get your hole plugged!"
"What? You want to use... that? For my...?" Amanda couldn't believe what these people came up with just to humiliate her. She wanted to run away, wanted to hide somewhere, but something in the back of her mind wanted to find out just how far these bullies would go.
The students watched intrigued as the coach got on his knees right in front of the confused girl who reluctantly spread her legs.
"Wider, please," the coach ordered, "Joe, help me with this. Stuff the tube into her as soon as I have opened her up enough.
Amanda felt the man's rough fingers penetrate her sex and rudely stretch her opening. She squirmed, ashamed of the show she was forced to endure, but didn't move an inch. After a bit of work on her most intimate area, the short, wide tube slipped finally into her, stretching her sex terribly.
"Perfect," the coach beamed as he inspected his work, "As you all can see, this rubber pipe has a nice flange at the end that neatly covers her obscene sex lips. Now the only part left to cover is the filthy hole itself. Joe, hand me the plug, please."
Amanda watched spellbound as the coach lined up the ridiculously large plug and pushed it into the short tube. The weird plug was much longer than the tube though and stretched her insides brutally. The man kept pushing and pushing without a regard for her well-being, and was only satisfied once the rubbery object bumped against the end of her sex. He wiggled the thing around a bit to see if he could get any more of it inside and finally turned a dial at its end. Amanda gasped surprised as the rubber intruder suddenly grew inside of her, locking everything in place.
"Alright, Titty," smirked the coach, "You're all sealed up! Come on, let's document your new outfit and share it with your care group!"
He pulled his phone out once again and asked her to pose, humiliating her to the bones.
"Time to test your new equipment! Let's see if your new clothes are up to the task! Joe, race against her. Breast stroke, please. Let's see who is faster."
Amanda felt violated. The small, tight rings around her disfigured breasts and the nipple clamps hurt, and that terrible plug was piercing her insides. She wanted this terrible lesson to end and go back to her dorm, but to her dismay, it was still morning. Not looking forward to more abuse, she gritted her teeth and gave her best, beating Joe by a small margin.
The coach waited for her at the end of the pool.
"See? With proper equipment even you can do it. Unfortunately, our session is over for today, so go shower and see you all next week!"
"Hey, what about the rings and the plug?" complained Amanda, "I need help to get those things off of me!"
"Surely some of the girls will help you with this. Just leave everything in the changing room. Now go!"
When Amanda finally exited the shower, still clad in rings and plug, the other women were already waiting for her. But instead of getting the rings off her boobs and the awful plug out of her body, they toyed with her as if she would be a sex doll.
"Look how deep that plug goes into the tramp! She must be so loose!"
"Yeah, no dick can satisfy her anymore, that's for sure!"
"Those rings are stuck for good though. Care to help?"
Amanda howled in pain as they tore at the rings and violated her body, but she did not run. Instead, she waited patiently until they finally had removed the rings and left her alone, the plug still stuffed deeply into her sore pussy.
