Gwen grinned as she figured out what to do with you and slammed you into the bathroom sink face-first, flattening you once again into a small round disk. "Better get used to jiggling, little pasty", Gwen laughed. You whimpered as you were peeled off of the sink. Gwen giggled as she lifted her shirt and lowered the cup of her right breast and pressed you on her nipple facing forward. "Perfect!", Gwen said as she bounced up and down, causing you to move and jiggle perfectly along with her breast. "It's like you were made for each other", she said as she looked down at you, a look of discomfort stuck on your face. "Oh lighten up, Squishy", Gwen said. "Most guys would kill to be this close to me." Gwen then stuck her fingertips into your mouth and forced a smile onto your face. "That's better!", she giggled. "I can't wait to show you off."
Suddenly, you heard the bell for class to begin. "Shit! You made me late, you little freak", Gwen yelled as she pulled her bra back up and slid her shirt down before rushing to class. You were tightly compressed in your prison, the tight (yet soft) fabric of her bra, as well as her tight shirt as you bounced and jiggled with each of her steps. You couldn't believe how horrible your luck was. If you had only been more careful, you might have gotten to the safety of your girlfriend and away from this evil bitch. Since you knew that she didn't share classes with Mary until gym, you knew your chances of escape were minimal at best.
Gwen went about her day, doing her school work, listening to lectures, making sure to squish you into her books as she carried them in between classes.
Soon enough, it was time for gym class, the only time you would be around Mary. "You ready for gym class, you little boob?", Gwen asked as she groped her breast, and you by extension. She laughed as she went over to her locker and started to undress before getting an idea. Clad in only her bra and thong, she walked over to her friends and decided to show you off. "Hey girls", she said. "Guess who I ran into this morning?" Gwen lowered her bra cup and revealed you to the two girls.
"Oh my god, is it that weird gooey kid?", asked Sasha, a thick-figured black girl. "That's fucking hilarious!", she laughed.
"Haha! What a boob!", laughed Micah, a busy brunette. "So you gonna keep him like that?"
"I dunno", Gwen said as she stroked your flattened form. "I'll probably turn it into something else if I get bored", she said, not even acknowledging you as a person anymore.
"Better put that thing away", Sasha said. "Here comes Scary Mary."
You barely caught a glimpse of your beautiful girlfriend before you were once again cast into the tight, dark prison of Gwen's bra. "Heeey, Mary", Gwen said as she walked up behind your girlfriend.
Mary shuddered as the mean girl approached her. "W-what do you want, Gwendolyn?", Mary asked.
You wanted to cry. You were less than a foot away from Mary and you couldn't do anything to alert her to your presence or prevent her from being bullied. "Just wanted to wish you good luck. You know how often accidents happen in the locker room." With that, both Sasha and Micah lifted Mary's shirt up, and Gwen kicked her into her locker and the girls locked it behind her. The bullies then slipped into their gym clothes and left, leaving Mary behind, groaning and tearing in the locker room.
You wish you were bigger and stronger, so that you could protect Mary. It hurt you to know you couldn't do anything for her when you heard that someone was giving her a hard time. "Aww, poor little pasty", Gwen laughed. "Guess your girlfriend won't be helping you today", she laughed.
What would happen to you now?
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