"Permanent? Oh, shit. Oh, God...please..." Ashley gasped. She began to sob almost uncontrollably, her fatty breasts heaving as her breath came it rabid bursts. Her legs kicked almost instinctively, tugging on their tight chains and causing her to stumble and almost fall. She looked at her captors with pleading, truly despairing eyes. "Please, I...I'm only talking about the uniform because I need to think about something, anything, but what's about to happen. I just want to get through this. For the love of God, I just want to get through this. If I can just get through this, I won't ask for a new uniform. I won't tell anyone what happened. I'll never tease again. Just talk to me until it's time to go in there."

Ashley shifted her feet a little as she regained her balance. Her socks were sliding down over her shinguards and her cleats were digging into the floor. She really was a complete wreck. "It doesn't have to be the uniform. Anything you want. Just talk. Please. Please."