SQUASH!
After finally becoming mildly person shaped, save for the few inches tall thing, Blake was flattened back into a paste by Yang's admirable bust.
The first thing to hit was Blake's own chest against the cold-struck nipple of the blonde, indenting a large dip between Blake's breasts. As she was forced closer to the larger orb, her torso began stretching across the rounded front, flattening like Jell-O in a compactor. Her limbs and head were the next to flatten, initially simply being pushed into flesh, the forceful pull of the bra dug her face into the breast, flattening like a grape.
"Well," Blake started, "there are worse places to be crushed and flattened. I'd rather it not be so embarrasing, though."
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Yang's bra had always been tight - never being able to find a bra that both sized well with her bust and came in the yellow that matched her hair - but Yang was finding this particular bra to be especially uncomfortable. "Did my boob grow last night or something? Why isn't this cup fitting like usual?"
Attempting to remedy the discomfort, Yang shifted the bra straps, pulling the bra up, left, right, left again, rubbing the cups against her breasts. She tried grabbing the cup and flicking it off and back on, but nothing seemed to work.
Yang eventually get's very fed up, and/but decides to...
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