This choice: Sure Janet, you can have it! • Go Back...Chapter #5Sure Janet, you can have it! by: Kentwolf   Melissa smirked looking down at you after a few moments of staring at Janet and grinned sweetly "of course Janet. i know how heavy your breasts can be. this bra is super comfy. make sure to wash it before you give it back to me, kay?" she said handing you over and taking the bra Janet offered happily. you saw Janets huge breasts come into view, her nipples getting closer and closer before your premade cups pressed into them, your entire body stretched out and you could feel the weight of them even before Janet finished securing the "straps" behind her back. she stroked you and pinched the top of you, wriggling you into position and let go, the full weight of her breasts slammed down on you, your taut form holding them firmly as you felt her put a top on over you and continue getting dressed.
Janet had no idea she was helping Melissa torture you, if she knew you were her teacher you would be rescued in a second, but, alas, she did not. as she went from class to class, holding her books pressed against her chest, she crushed you, her breasts tried to stretch you and you could feel the heat from her flesh with her nipples poking you all day. as the day went on you felt your body straining to reform but her breasts held you in your current shape. alarmingly you felt the strain less and less as the day went on, as if your body was giving up and just accepting this new shape. you didnt want to get stuck in the form of a bra. especially not if Janet was going to give you back to that sadistic student, Melissa.
Janet took you home, you jiggled and bounced with her breasts every step of her walk home, before just moving with the rhythm of her breathing as she did her homework, you could hear the scribbling of pencil and pen as she wrote, then the typing of a computer keyboard while she played games on the computer. she hummed to herself alot but all too soon, it was time for her to go to bed. she peeled you off with the rest of her clothes and dropped you in a hamper to be washed before slipping into her nightie and going to bed. you lay there in darkness, trying to will your body to reform, but it didnt move. it seemed for now at least, you were stuck in your current shape.
you slowly drifted off to sleep, trying to ignore the smell of dirty clothes all around you in the darkness of the hamper. your awoken the next morning by a sudden light as the hamper was opened and a hand reaching down towards the clothes...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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