(Chapter originally created by PhoenixStriker)
"Okay, so, guess we should move onto something else!" Ashley mused. "You're totes doing super duper so far, Matt, but I kinda need a little more effort, okay? You, like, barely even held that bra strap for me."
You gaped at the gigantic redhead. "Ashley, that bra weighed a hundred times more than me. How was I--"
"Oh, duh!" Ashley slapped her forehead, cutting you off. "You'd probably be better off being, like squished, right? It'd be easier to get your help with changing into all of these clothes like that, huh?"
"What? No, Ashley, that wasn't the deal." You paled at her words. "I agreed to help--"
"Right, help!" Ashley winked. "See, I knew we were both on the same page, cutie!"
Grinning, Ashley bent down to rummage around in her seemingly bottomless pile of try-ons, and though you tried to argue back, she was already lost in her own little headspace again. Blowing out a frustrated breath, you sat on the edge of the shelf and put your head in your hands, wondered what god you'd pissed off to be forced to share a changing room stall with the colossal airhead before you.
After a minute, Ashley stood back up, another matching set of bra and panties in hand. She shimmied the skintight panties up her thighs and snapped them into place, then reached for the bra. Not looking at you, Ashley twisted her body as she wrangled the bra behind her back, and your eyes widened as you realized she was about to subject you to the exact same squishing she'd done earlier by slamming her titanic tits into the shelf.
Taking initiative, you lunged off the shelf, jumping off down towards the bench. You knew the landing wouldn't be comfy, but anything was better than getting another faceful of Ashley's breasts. No matter how heavenly soft and squishy they were, the untold damaged they'd done on you over the years had effectively baked them into your mind as something to fear and not lust after.
Of course, no sooner had you jumped then Ashley, apparently actually remembering her earlier blunder, turned to face the opposite wall of the stall instead. Her back now faced you, and as you fell you sped right past her gargantuan derriere. Then, for the cruel icing on top, Ashley leaned forward to adjust her bra straps, and as a consequence, her butt thrust out behind her...and right into you.
With a loud slam against the changing room stall, Ashley's ass smacked into the wall, catching you right in the middle of your descent. You barely got out half a cry of surprise before the redhead's booty smushed you into a pancake, her left cheek utterly dominating you. The squishy flesh of her cheek rippled against you, and the unyielding wall of the stall offered no support. You flattened out instantly, your face shoved hard into the girl's jostling cheek. Even once Ashley's curves settled down, you were still pinned, as the hourglass-shaped girl filled up so much of the stall by simply bending over that her butt continued to press tightly against the wall.
Then, as if to taunt you further, Ashley began hopping up and down as she wrestled her boobs into a bra that was (to anyone with more than one brain cell) obviously a few sizes too small. Biting her lip in concentrated annoyance, Ashley shook and shimmied, barely even bothered by how doing so caused her ass to grind up and down against the wall behind her. As far as Ashley was concerned, these stalls were cleaned frequently, so squishing her butt against the wall a bit was hardly an issue. Besides, her plush posterior was so hefty that her doughy flesh practically absorbed any discomfort anyway.
Well, they absorbed the discomfort for her, at least, as you were still left to face the full brunt of Ashley's awful assault. With reckless abandon, the redhead's rippling cheeks smeared up and down the stall wall as she bounced in place, the hefty flesh mounds grinding against you. As much as you willed yourself to stay strong, your pitiful strength was no match to the all-consuming power of the girl's butt cheeks, and it wasn't long before you were stretched and contorted. Going from man-shaped to a elongated circular blob, you were reduced to nothing more than a sticker in seconds, and a fair bit of the redhead's booty sweaty caked your face as a result.
Thankfully, when Ashley finally stood back up properly, you were left glued to the wall instead of her ass. That would've been a disaster, as Ashley was practically guaranteed not to find you plastered there, and Jenna would probably let her head home blissfully unaware of her little booty passenger. Stuck to the wall, though, left your exhausted and comically contorted face and body visible, and even someone as attention-deficient as Ashley would surely notice...
...at least, until one of your limbs peeled free, gravity took hold, and your entire body fell.
Lungs too crushed to speak, you could only stare up at Ashley admiring herself in the mirror as you fluttered downward. You tried to twitch and wiggle yourself to influence your direction, but it wasn't long before some sort of black curved dome rose up all around you, and you settled down into the bottom of the dome. As any tiny with as much experience with humiliating circumstances as you would know, you'd fallen into the cup of a bra.
Before you could even start reforming, Ashley had taken off her current outfit, tossed it into the 'return' pile, and was looking for something else. Her eyes locked onto yours, and the telltale glimmer in the redhead's pretty eyes made it clear she hadn't seen you. Although, as she reached for your bra, her brow furrowed, and it almost seemed like Ashley was going to be an attentive rescuer for once! Your bra was lifted off the floor, and Ashley's hand dipped into the huge cup to pick you free!
Pulling you out, Ashley laid you to rest in her palm, and she looked at you with relief...and amazement? An expression almost like someone had just told her a funny joke? That didn't bode well.
Giggling, Ashley grinned. "OMG, Matt! Are you, like, a little cute psychic? Like, how did you know to squish yourself exactly how I wanted?"
Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and you thrashed your body, desperate to reform your mouth.
Ashley took your little dance-like movements as excitement. "Ah, you're so cute! This is, like, the best ever clothes shopping trip, ever!" She began tapping her chin. "Cuz, like, here was me, right? Just thinking about how some of these bras are totally super duper cute, but, like, not very soft? I have totally sensitive skin, so I usually only wear soft fabrics. That's why, when I go out shopping, I almost always wear pasties so the bras don't irritate my boobs." Ashley chuckled. "Guess I forgot, huh? That's not really like me at all!"
Clapping her hands together, Ashley slammed you flat between her palms, right as your mouth had been about to reform.
"But, like, lobe and beehive, you squished yourself into a pasty just for me!" Ashley smiled (and was so painfully innocently unaware of how she'd butchered the common phrase, 'lo and behold'). "Sure, there's only one of you, but one's totally better than nothing!"
With her infuriatingly happy smile, Ashley turned you in her hands so you were facing front, and proceeded to slam your body right into her left breast's nipple. Even as you mentally cried out for her to stop, Ashley smashed your face into her breast, impacting you with such force that her breast quivered like a bowl of jello from the impact.
Ashley then released you, only to frown as you started to peel off. Sighing, she reapplied pressure, rubbing you into her tit twice as hard. Yet again, you started to peel, and Ashley groaned.
"Ugh, please, Matt! It's like you don't wanna help, come on." Ashley moaned, coming so close to getting the point and still missing.
Instead, the redhead simply brought you up to her lips, opened her mouth, and dragged her tongue across your entire body. Her saliva drenched you thoroughly, and you shuddered with discomfort and unwanted arousal as the girl's tongue lapped across your crotch, stomach, and face. Then, while you were still covered in sweat, she slapped you back onto her nipple, and you held tightly, just like a good little pasty.
Pleased with herself, Ashley returned her attention to the fancy black bra and slid it on. You fell into darkness as the girl wrangled her left breast into the cup, the gargantuan globe of flesh barely fitting despite the bra's large size. As she tightened the straps, your prison only become more insufferable, as you were crushed by hot, sweat flesh on all sides. Twitching as much as you could, you mutely yelled at Ashley to stop. This fashion show had gone on long enough!
Barely feeling your twitch, Ashley frowned. "Huh? What's up, Matt." She blinked. "Oh, wait. You're right. How can you tell me how good I look if you're also my cute little pasty." She scratched her head, then brightened. "Oh! I'll just take lots of pictures, then show you those!"
Satisfied with her plan, Ashley started striking poses in front of the mirror, each dynamic shift causing her breasts to jostle, and more weight to crush on top of you.
*****
A full forty minutes of bra trying later, and Ashley was finally peeling you free from her nipple (though not without difficulty, as you'd been practically glued to the thing by this point). She was still grinning, and you were far too exhausted to care. You only hoped this was almost over.
1) Ashley's pile of try-ons? Barely halfway done. This is still just getting started!
2) Ashley thinks you're the best changing room partner a girl could have. In fact, she's convinced you could use more even experience, so she goes to grab the first woman she can find, and pass you off to her for her to use you for whatever she needs in the changing room too!
3) *Writer's Choice*
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