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Chapter #6
Late Night Yang-out
by: Unknown
Yang hugged her pillow closer to her as she rubbed her face into the soft fluffy feeling. The sleeping brawler groaned in her sleep as she enjoyed her nap.
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‘Turn back, turn back…’ you groan as you try to will yourself to regain your human form,’I don’t wanna be a bra for this chick’s chest…’ you mumble a you feel Yang’s sweaty breasts soak your yellow fabric, ‘This is so gross…’ your complaints continue to go unheard as Yang rolls over, hugging her pillow into her face as she begins to drool and lick it…
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“What a nap…” Yang sighed as she felt herself drift out of sleep. Putting her pillow to the side as she recalled the hot dream she had about… she couldn’t really remember.
Opening her eyes and rubbing the remaining sleep, she expects to find light still permeating her team’s room. But to her shock… the lights were off, and… her sister and the rest of her team were all asleep! Yang’s purple eyes widened in surprise.
“Woah… overslept…” she said with a small chuckle as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, standing up and stretching, “Won’t be tired again for awhile…” she figured as she slowly tiptoed to the dorm door, stepping into the well-lit hallway. Feeling an itch, Yang scratched her boob through her bra as she decided to head to the kitchen to see if anything was left for her to nibble.
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‘Finally you’re up…’ You sigh as your wearer got up and walked… somewhere. Her top made seeing difficult for you. But the one constant was your fabric working to contain the melons on her chest, ‘Could puberty have possibly been any nicer to you?’ You think as your straps strain against the girl’s mammaries.
‘At least she’s not sweating so hard anymore…’ you try to think positively as Yang walked down the hallway. You could still taste it in your mouth and the smell of her skin still wasn’t exactly pleasant.
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Yang sighed as she leaned forward, her feathery blonde hair fluttered down her neck as she grabbed a drink from the fridge as she let herself fall onto a couch. Leaning back, she reached around under her top and un clipped her bra. Smiling, she leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her breasts drooping from their containment.
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‘Finally…’ you groan as you felt yourself separate from Yang’s bust as she unclipped you. Sliding down her shirt, you came to a stop around halfway from her breasts. Trying to work up the strength, you focused on turning back to human shape. If you didn’t hurry, you’d be stuck holding Yang’s breasts up again for the rest of the day…
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