Unfortunatly for you, as you had been sucked up into your girlfriends cleavage, you were all but unnoticable. She didn't spot the very slight discolouration when she had a shower that night, nor when she stood infront of the mirror brushing her hair, You were in a hard to spot place and you blended in very well. All you saw was brief flashes of light and the ocasional other breast infront of you before usually being crushed between them again when Mary put a bra or other clothes on. Your absence of course didn't go unnoticed but no one thought to check in Mary's cleavage, even if they had they would need to look closely.
You might have been discovered sooner had Mary not gone with Stacy and Emma to a tanning salon. While she lay there in the sun bed under the blue lights, you felt yourself and the skin around you sizzle, tanning you to the exact same skintone as the rest of Mary's tan. Your world bounced as the girls gushed over how good each others tans looked and you wanted to throw up. You began to worry that you wouldn't escape your girlfriends tight cleavage and would live out the rest of your days as just part of her breast, listening to the muffled sounds of her life going on without you.
As the weeks turned to months your hope of rescue seemed to dwindle to non existant. You heard guys at school trying to chat Mary up, but she was still holding onto hope that you would come back safely so she turned them down. You tried to listen to the teachers of Mary's class and learnt a new level of hatred for gym class, crushed inside Mary's sports bra and soaked in sweat with the rest of her breasts.
Finally though, while showering after gym, Kara of all people mockingly pointed out the little tan splotch deep on the side of Mary's breast, making her finally notice. Though of course she thought it was just some natural skin discolouration she hadn't noticed before, at least you were now subconciously playing on Mary's mind. She was beautiful, you knew this, but she was like all teenage girls, insecure at times. It wasn't until that night at her house that she was looking at herself topless in the mirror getting a good look at the splotch that she began to think more about it. Eventually she decides...
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