Patty thought about it for a while before looking towards you with a smile. She had clearly made up her mind, but you had no idea what she was wanting to do. “Hey, Jill, how about we work on our tan today?” She asked you.
You were unable to respond as you were confined inside the plastic ball container. Your sister kept you tight in the palm of her hand as she walked over to the beach chairs by the small lake of the park.
You and Patty would always come to the park, but usually with your mother, as she liked to join the both of you and she loved tanning. However, that came to stop when the incident happened.
About four months ago, you were with your sister and mother, tanning as usual here at the park. It was a very normal afternoon, and so Patty and Mary were not as aware and almost naive of their surroundings. There was a group of kids playing soccer on the other side of the park, but they seemed too far away to cause any interruption.
Patty had fallen asleep, and Mary was dozing off as well. You made your way to the large bottle of tanning lotion to grab some of it, when suddenly a soccer ball came flying out of nowhere, and smashed into you. This caused you to be crushed face-first into the open bottle of lotion. The opening of it was so tight, which made you confused on how it even happened. You tried squirming and climbing out of it, but your entire frame had been smooshed into a pile of sludge, and you couldn’t do anything until you had reformed.
The tanning lotion had splattered all over you when this happened, and the noise jolted your mother from slumber. She looked down and saw the soccer ball, which made her realize the kids had accidently kicked it over. She turned to them, and indeed, they were waiting for their ball back. Mary stood up and grabbed the ball, walking over to them and handing it over. After she did so, she walked back over and sat down, looking down at the open container of suntan lotion. “Ugh, Patty forgot to close it,” She mumbled, annoyed.
But, she then grabbed the bottle and lifted it into the air, as she moved it to its front position, forcing you to fall deeper into the lotion. Mary looked at it, and thought, “Hmm… I guess I could use some more lotion…”
With that, she tipped the bottle upside down, forcing you to fall back towards the way you had first entered. You tried to scream and stay in the bottle, as you knew your mother was unintentionally trying to squeeze you out. But it was useless, as your mother’s fingers were too much pressure on it, and you were squeezed out.
You then spent the next moments being rubbed all over Mary’s skin, and weren’t even noticed by your oblivious mother or your sister. You somehow spent the next week plastered all throughout her body, and only came off when that layer of skin peeled off. Your mother profusely apologized, and she told you she would never go tanning again with you, as she didn’t want to cause another accident.
The distant memory made you shake as you remembered the trauma that was put on you. Patty walked over to a long white beach chair, and placed all of her stuff on the glass table next to her.
Your sister was excited to start tanning, as she hadn’t done it in quite some time. Meanwhile, you were nervous something would happen to you again, and you really didn’t want anything like that to occur again. Patty took off her shirt and pants, revealing a slick bikini she wore underneath it. Your sister would often be drooled at by people at the beach and park, as she wore outfits that seemed too tight on her attractive body. In fact, she always claimed she was “The bustiest chick on the block.” That always annoyed you.
Patty made sure you were sitting next to her, still contained in your little plastic ball. She gave you a smirk as she started putting on her tanning lotion. You tried to yell at her, as you wanted out of the constraining sphere. But as you thought about it, maybe you would be safer in here.
What happens next…?