She wasn’t legally allowed to buy a bikini top. Whenever she tried, she was put through the demeaning ritual in the store where they checked her breast size, age, tit-to-waist ratio, nipple responsiveness, and pain sensitivity before declaring that she had class S (for “slut”) fuckbags and they couldn’t legally sell her sports or swimwear that would cover them.
It could be worse. If her boobs were a little bigger they might qualify as class C (for “cow”) and then not only would they go naked but she’d either have to have them pierced with rings or hang painful clamps or chains from them…
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This one has some potential. Have you ever thought about revisiting this world, of boob classes? Or is it too similar to others?
I’m glad you liked it, but this was just a 100-word caption from back in my Tumblr days. I have used similar ideas in longer stories, though. “Riley’s Documentation” is probably the one that features a breast-quality/size grading system most prominently.