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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Other · #1975029

a teen with an unusual condition tries to make it through the day, will he survive?

This choice: someone spills a drink on Mary's dress, she takes it off. SQUIRM  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

Too Much Squirming

    by: Unknown
Mary walked into the large crowd that had gathered in a big open space at Janice’s party. Mary recognized the song that was being played loudly throughout the house. Grinning ear to ear, she began dancing up a storm, breaking out all of her best moves. The crowd was impressed, and soon everyone was dancing along to Mary’s lead. Mary was having a blast, and the party had just begun.

You, on the other hand, were not having nearly as much fun as your girlfriend was. With every little step she took, her breasts would noticeable bounce you up and down. It only became ten times worse when Mary truly began to dance and move around, as her breasts shook and bounced ten times as much. You were jostled and jiggled up and down, left and right like crazy. A nauseating feeling rose within you, but you couldn’t throw up in your squashed, goopy form.

You had just mentally prepared yourself to withstand several hours of this torture, when something unexpected happened to save you from your torment. One of the partygoers accidentally spilled their drink onto Mary. The freezing cold soda seeped right through her dress, soaking her bra. Mary let out a quick squeal, and then she shuffled away to the bathroom.

She closed the bathroom door behind her, and then took her dress off. After that, she unclipped her bra, and set it down on the counter. Noticing that you now had a prime opportunity to be rescued, you struggled and squirmed as much as you possibly could. To your surprise, your movements actually slightly shook the bra. You mentally smiled, knowing that your girlfriends would surely see you.

There was one unfortunate fact about the house you were in that you were unaware of. The house that Janice had built was an old house, and had several outdated features. One such feature was that fact that a hole was built into the wall inside the bathroom. That hole lead to a shaft, which in turn lead down to the basement where the washing machine and dryer were.

You didn’t see this hole at all though, and you continued struggling and squirming for all it was worth. You didn’t stop until you felt the bra you were in just barely peek over the edge of the drop leading into the basement. By that point, gravity had taken a hold on the bra, and there was nothing you could do. Mary turned around too late, and could only gasp as her bra fell right down the shaft and out of sight.

You mentally screamed and screamed as you tumbled down through the air, landing on something hard and moist with a wet “SLAP”. You couldn’t quite see, but you had landed in a big basket of wet underwear, fresh from the washing machine. The basket was ready and waiting to be thrown into the dryer, as soon as Janice returned. And of course, there were several other bras in the basket that matched yours perfectly.

You waited in silence for a few minutes, hoping and praying that Mary would arrive to rescue you soon. You were shocked to see that the next person to walk into view was Mary’s mother Tina. Mary had been too embarrassed to leave the bathroom without her bra, so she had called her mother to go down in her place.

Tina approached the clothes basket, and you could easily see the agitated expression on her face. Tina loved parties, and she was clearly upset at being taken away from the action, even for only a minute. She frowned at seeing all the different bras, and so she simply picked one up and left. Unfortunately, the one she picked up wasn’t you.

You mentally cried out after her, willing her to come back and rescue you. Obviously, your silent pleases went unheard, and she was soon out of sight. You shivered, part from the cold and part from fear. This situation had gone from bad to worse, and you really didn’t want to take a trip through the dryer. However, it really wasn’t up to you. Who is the next person you see?
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