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a teen with an unusual condition tries to make it through the day, will he survive?

This choice: to tell her your in the bra to save his own skin.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

The Sleepover

    by: Unknown
Mary shook the bra you were in back and forth, spinning you around like crazy. It was maddening, the fact that you were so close to your girlfriend, and yet so far at the same time. And of course, she had chosen your bra out of the seemingly limitless she supply she had. Fate never wasted an opportunity to screw you over. As Emma prepared the makeup kit and Stacy approached Gary with the flower dress, you prayed for the best.

“Alright! Alright!” Gary cried, finally reaching a decision. You were in shock. The girls had actually gotten to him! “I know where the squishy turd is.” Mary glared at him. “Uh...I mean Jack. I'll tell you, just stop being so scary!”

“Okay then.” Mary sighed. She handed the bra to Stacy, who stuffed you back into Mary's underwear drawer. “Speak up.” Gary stifled a laugh.

“Your little boyfriend's trapped in that bra.” Gary smirked, but his smile wavered as Emma gave him a death stare.

“What bra?” Mary asked, confused.

“The one you just put back into the drawer!” Gary said, and Mary's eyes widened. She rushed over to the drawer and pulled the bra out. Her hands rubbed all along the bra, until she squeezed her gel pad in one hand, and you with the other. The pieces clicked into place, and she ripped both you and the gel pad free. She smelled both you and the pad, and your unmistakable strawberry cheesecake scented wafted into her nose.

“Oh my gosh! Jackie!” Mary squealed, hugging your tiny, tan, lump of a body against her chest. Her warm breasts pressed against your naked body, and they felt so soft and so good. “I finally found you!”

“So...” Gary fidgeted in his seat. “Can...can I go now?” Mary whirled to face her brother, the hate practically flowing out from her. She stomped over to Gary and gripped his neck in a way that scared Stacy and Emma, and terrified Gary out of his wits.

“AHHHH!” Gary screamed, and tried to squirm out of Mary's grasp. She didn't let go.

“If you ever hurt Jackie again...” Mary didn't finished her threat. She pushed Gary to the floor, and he crawled pathetically out of his sister's bedroom.

“Geez Mary.” Stacy whistled. “Way to show him. The jerk deserved it.” Mary sat on her bed, still cuddling you close. You appreciated the affection, but it was also keeping you from reforming.

“I can't believe your brother is so cruel.” Emma noted. “Jackie's been missing for five months now. And he was trapped in your bra the whole time.”

“I know.” Your girlfriend started to tear up. “Jackie's a human being too. Gary can't just do something horrible to Jackie like that. Time is the one thing you can't get back, and Jackie has just lost five whole months.”

“At least he's free now.” Stacy said, petting you gently. Emma followed suit, and soon all three of your friends were gently caressing your body. Eventually, they realized that you weren't going to reform unless they let you be for a while. It was only 12:00 in the afternoon, so the three girls left the house for a day of fun at the mall. Mary had you resting on her pillow in the middle of her bed. She also locked the door to insure only someone with the key could get in. The only one's with a key were Mary herself and her mother Tina.

With the girl's gone, you were able to freely spend all of your efforts on reforming. Progress was slow, as you had been tightly crushed for the past five months. It would take several hours, at least. It appeared at first that you would have that long, but fate was quick to prove otherwise, as the door to the room swung open, and Tina sauntered inside.

She was looking for any dirty clothes that Mary might have, so that she could do the laundry. She walked right past you as she grabbed Mary's hamper of dirty clothes, and was almost out of the room when she finally spotted you. She looked at you with a disgusted expression on her face.

“Ew! What in the world is that thing?” Tina cried. Apparently she had forgotten all about you over the past five months. She smacked you with her hand, sending you crashing to the floor. She then proceeded to stomp the living daylights out of you, until you were sufficiently crushed flat and mangled. She didn't waste anymore time, and she left the room quickly, closing and locking it behind her.

That incident took place at about 8:00 at night, and just as you were finally getting close to reforming. Your progress was all but ruined now, especially since your gummy body was slightly entangled in the carpet fibers. You tried as hard as you could to reform, but your body was barely budging at all. Two more hours of fruitless attempts to reform passed.

Time flew by for you, and then all of a sudden the door to Mary's room flung open, and your girlfriend entered, flanked by Emma and Stacy. The three giggly teens stomped into the room, tossing their full shopping bags into the corner of the room. Each girl stepped on you in turn, their sweaty feet pounding you into the floor.

“Where did Jackie go!” Mary cried upon realizing you weren't on her bed.

“Calm down Mary.” Stacy sighed. “He reformed or whatever, and then ran home to find his mom. He probably misses her dearly.”

“But...”

“He didn't wait for us because he didn't know how long we would be gone.” Emma stepped in. “He's fine Mary. Trust us. Now can we please go to bed, because I am totally wiped out.”

“...okay.” Mary wanted to protest more, but she was just as exhausted as Stacy and Emma. The three oblivious teens stripped out of all of their clothing, letting their discarded articles fall to the floor. Mary crawled into her bed, and Stacy and Emma laid out on the floor, with blankets wrapped over them. Part of Stacy's right butt cheek was pressing into your head, and a bit of Emma's left breast was jabbing into your crotch. As the lights were flicked out and the girls fell asleep, you knew something was going to go horribly wrong over the next ten hours.
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