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a teen with an unusual condition tries to make it through the day, will he survive?
This choice: in her bra underneath her breast.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Mary's Bra For Gym Class

    by: Unknown
Mary looked down at your tiny, crushed ball form. She hated to have to put you through a situation like this, but she knew that there really was no other way to get around it. She needed to get out to her class, and she didn’t have faith that you would be safe if she just left you in the locker room. With a sigh, she pulled back her gym t shirt.

She then lifted up the cup of her right breast. She tilted her hand, and you rolled off and plummeted downwards. You bounced off of her breast, and fell forward, colliding with her bra. You rolled down her bra, coming to a rest underneath her massive right breast. Mary let her bra and shirt settle back into place, and her giant mound of flesh completely enveloped you, crushing you between her breast and her bra.

Mary left the locker room and walked to the gym, trying to make as little movements as possible. She figured that every time her breasts shook, you would be crushed and squashed underneath them, and she was correct. With every step, her breasts bounced up and down, her fleshy globes continuously pounded you each time her flesh came back down against her bra. You were in constant torment, but knowing it was coming from your girlfriend was at least somewhat of a compensation.

Mary met up with the rest of her class, and she received a stern look from her gym teacher. She sheepishly smiled, and made up an excuse about her bra not being adjusted properly when she tried to put it on. Her teacher just shook her head, and continued on with the rest of the class. The teacher began to lead her class in their daily warm up routine, which consisted of various stretches and light exercises.

The first few stretches were leg reaches, so Mary sat down on the floor of the gym. Her breasts vibrated intensely from the simple motion, and your ball like form was quickly mashed into a flatter, sticker like form. You began to stick to Mary’s breast, partially due to the pressure, and partially to the sweat the was beginning to form inside her bra cup.

Mary did the leg reaches, her breasts compressing against her body with every lean. Her boobs would steamroll over your body as they compressed, causing intense weight and pressure. As she would come back from each lean, the pressure would lessen, but you found yourself more and more stuck to Mary’s supple skin. Soon, you would be nothing more than a sticker on her breast.

Most of the other stretches and exercises in the routine went over smoothly, until it came time to do pushups. Mary silently hoped that you wouldn’t be mad at her, as she assumed the pushup position.

Your entire world was shifted sideways, as Mary stretched herself out, preparing to do pushups. Suddenly, you were rocketed up and down at extreme and dizzying speeds. You were bouncing up and down over and over again, and you felt sick and miserably. In actuality, Mary was simply doing pushups, but it felt like hell to you. Unfortunately, things got worse as Mary accidentally lost her balance, and her arms gave out.

Mary fell straight down, and her breasts crashed against the floor with incredible force. The sudden action caught you completely off guard, and you found yourself suddenly thrust up into Mary’s breasts, being nearly sucked in by her squishy flesh. Her breasts compressed out against the hard gym floor, the pressure sticking you like glue to her breast.

Mary blushed uncontrollably, and quickly picked herself off of the floor. Not only was she blushing because she had embarrassed herself in front of her peers, but she also knew what had happened to you when she fell. She only hoped that you were still okay.

Unbeknownst to Mary, was the fact that you were far from okay. You had been plastered to her breast by the fall, and you were a total sticker now. There was no way that you would reform off of her boob until gym class was over, and even then it would take a while. You only hoped that her gym class wasn’t doing anything too crazy after their warmup.

You have the following choices:

1. It turns out the students have to run the mile today.

*Noteb*
2. It turns out the students are playing basketball today.

*Noteb* indicates the next chapter needs to be written.
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