Mary's eyebrows raised. There was a note of fear in her voice. "What could possibly fix this?"
"A wardrobe update." He produced a pair of scissors and two men in the hallway grabbed her. He made two significant adjustments to her tattered clothes. First, all of the button were cut from her blouse. It was still tucked into her skirt, but that was the only thing holding it together. Anyone who wanted to sneak a peek could take a look at her breasts encased in their dainty purple B cup bra. The other thing was that he further shortened her skirt, the 'hem' of the skirt now ending at her wrists.
"Oh no!" She lamented. "Look at me! Everyone will see my breasts and my panties."
"And one more parting gift!" While the men held poor little Mary, he pulled her bra cup back and blew a massive load into each bra cup. The bra was visibly saturated, and she felt her breasts swimming in this terrible boy's spunk.
The two guys holding her let her go. Her blouse hanging open, her bra soaked in cum, her skirt only just barely covering her panty clad crotch...the damage was done. Poor Mary. Everywhere she went she was greeting by groping, slaps on the ass, a squeeze of her tit flesh, and male students and professors cornering her to cop a feel and steal a kiss from her.
The effect was night and day. No longer did Mary resist men coming up to her and further ripping up her pantyhose. No more did she pull fruitlessly at the hem of her skirt to try and hide her blue panties. When men kissed her, she would open her mouth and accept the invading tongue, her response only a moan. At one point she even asked a boy who copped a feel of her tight ass who was responsible for all of this. The boy pointed to you through your computer screen. "It's the reader's fault..." he said "...and the author of the story is guiltless. After all, it's not the producer, but the consumer that is responsible for the production of something." Shame on you. Anyway, the boy blew yet another load on her already sopping wet blouse. Her skirt and blouse now dripped with cum. Mary comforted herself with the knowledge that at least her day couldn't get any worse. She was wrong however.
One of her professors cornered her and grinned. "It's almost time for you to meet with the reporter and the photographer for the paper. I have a parting gift before you go." He took his cock out and grabbed the front of her skirt. She expected him to jack off on her skirt like all the other men had done. He did not though. Instead, he placed his load of hot sticky cum somewhere previously untouched. He raised her skirt to her hips and tugged at the waistband on her blue bikini cut panties. Soon he had left a piping hot sticky mess in the gusset of her underwear, his cum now saturating her secret little slitty. She just sighed and carried on walking to conference room where she was to meet the reporter and photographer.
As she walked in, she was greeted by the dean of the college, an overweight and sweaty reporter, and a smelly dirty looking photographer. They had all heard the rumors, of course. But this was beyond their wildest dreams. The most beautiful girl in the entire college, a fresh faced nineteen-year-old heart throb. Her clothes torn, her body exposed, her makeup smeared, her beautifully curled hair matted. Every inch of her dripped with the semen of hundreds of men.
