Megan glanced down past her impressive rack at the inside of the bra cups and saw a face. She blinked in shock and moved the bra away. "What the heck?" You heard her mutter and relief washed over your immobile face, she had spotted you. You were saved!
She ran her fingers over your face in the bra cup and her look of confusion slowly turned to amusement. "Hehe like that's really cute. Karas got a picture of Jill woven into my bra. Hehe she's totally taken the squishy mascot idea to a new level" she said with a chuckle as that rush of relief drained instantly out of you. You felt like the fabric to her, she thought you were just a picture Kara put there for a laugh.
Now her confusion was over she brought the bra back against her chest, your face being engulfed in shadow and pressed against her warm, soft and very heavy flesh. You felt the pressure tighten as she adjusted and tightened the bra straps to get them just right. Megan held the bra cups with her hands and adjusted it, unaware she was dragging you across her large nipple.
Bra now comfortably on, Megan pulled her tight form hugging cheer leader top on over it, crushing you further against her warm flesh. Megan finished dressing and grabbed her Pom poms, heading out to cheer practice with a happy skip in her step.
Your world was a series of bounced, jiggles and smashing into her breast as you muffled heard Kara run the cheer team through the motions. You could almost imagine the sadistic smirk on her face every time she looked over at Megan's bouncing breasts.
As practice went on Megan of course got hot and sweaty, her bra soaking in her sweat as you felt disgusted but totally helpless. Finally and thankfully, practice was over. Megan chatted with the others on the way to the locker room and peeled off her clothes, unclipping your bra prison from her breasts and tossing it in a pile on the bench and hurried off to the showers.
You stared helplessly towards the showers thinking how nice it would be to wash off Megan's sweat. After what felt like an eternity the girls emerged from the showers, all clean and wrapped in towels, chatting and laughing with each other. As Megan began to get redressed you prayed one of the girls would spot you, not being as ditzy as Megan they might put 2 and 2 together...
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