This choice: scrubs it over you, totally forgetting where you are right now • Go Back...Chapter #7Still Stuck to Mary's Breasts by: Unknown Mary welcomed the cool water of the shower as it poured over her naked body. She had worked up an intense sweat during the run, and was ecstatic to get all of the sweat off of her body. She smiled as the cold water splashed off of her skin, and washed down her body.
Meanwhile, you felt the cold water hit your back, and your mind began to race. Why would Mary be taking a shower without first peeling you off of her breast? It didn’t make any sense to leave you on for the shower. You knew that a shower would only end up with you becoming even more stuck to her breast. Surely she hadn’t forgotten about you?
You realized with fear that she had forgotten about you as the bar of soap collided with your body. Mary was rubbing soap all over her breasts, and she pressed down right on you, spreading the soap over your body. She had no idea you were plastered to her breast, and was simply continuing her shower like normal.
Mary rubbed the soap all over her body, humming a little tune to herself. Unfortunately, the soap was absorbed into your body, giving your body and extra sticky effect. You clung to her breasts with even greater adhesion now, and you knew it would also take copious effort to reform or free you by this point.
Mary let the shower water wash off all of the soap, and then she finally turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel. Her towel roughly rubbed over your poor body as she dried off, pushing you even more into her flesh. She still didn’t notice you.
Mary began to head back to her locker to change into her clothes, when she had the sudden nagging feeling that she was forgetting something. For some reason, she felt compelled to look down at her breasts. She glanced down at her boobs, and was relieved to see nothing out of the ordinary. Because you were crushed to the underside of her right breast, just below her nipple, she wasn’t able to see you.
Mary giggled to herself for being so silly, and then she walked to her locker. She pulled out her bra and panties, and then slipped her panties on. She raised her bra, and then placed it over her breasts. She tied the strings behind her back, sealing the bra in place.
With the addition of a bra, immense force was applied to your back, ramming your face in her squishy breast flesh. The tight bra offered no room to move or reform, trapping you for who knows how long. The temperature began to rise inside her bra, and you felt the first bead of sweat run over you.
After putting on her bra and panties, Mary slipped into her skinny jeans and t-shirt. Fully clothed, she picked up her backpack and headed to lunch. Her large breasts bounced with every step, repeatedly slamming you against the constricting bra. As time passed, you weren’t getting any less stuck to her breast. In fact, you were becoming more and more fused to her flesh.
Mary sat down at her lunch table, joined by Stacy and Emma. The three girls unpacked their lunches, and then began to have happy conversations. They talked for a while about fashion and sports, before the topic finally turned to you.
“How’s life with Jackie going?” Emma wondered. Mary smiled.
“Just great.” She replied. “He’s such a wonderful boyfriend. I love him so much!” You were able to decipher your girlfriend’s muffled words, and you blushed. You loved her too, if not her sometimes bad memory.
“Aw!” Stacy cooed. “That’s adorable! You too are just the cutest together!”
“Speaking of Jackie…” Emma began. “Where is he? I haven’t seen him today.”
“Oh.” Mary spoke. “I feel like I saw him earlier today.” You realized that this was your chance to be saved, if only your girlfriend could remember what had happened to you. Is Mary able to remember, or do you still go unnoticed?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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