You hoped so dearly that Megan would notice you trapped on her huge bra, but your wishes were unanswered.
She lifted the bra up and tied it to her chest. For her, it was just an ordinary change. She wasn’t really even paying attention to changing. But to you, it was as the bra was bringing you closer to devastating torture. Finally, she pressed you up against her enormous breasts, crushing you instantly to her nipple. You were flattened in between her giant boob and her tight bra, which sealed your fate in her titanic melons.
You tried to scream or struggle but it was no use. You were plastered to her tit, being completely smooshed by her bra, as it all went dark.
Megan swiftly got dressed, as Kara watched from far away. Megan looked over at her, and Kara quickly acted like nothing happened.
“Kara? You alright?” Megan asked.
“…Yeah! We, uh, just better be getting ready!” Kara replied.
“Okay!” She quickly put on a shirt over her bra, smooshing you more into her breast. She finished getting dressed and grabbed her bag. The two girls ran outside the dressing room and went to their classes before the bell rang.
You mentally groaned as Megan spent the rest of her day going to each of her classes. You were clumped up in her bra for every class, while Megan had no clue of what torture you were going through. Each class she went to wiggled you around in her massive breast, but you couldn’t move or speak.
Eventually, the bell rang for her last class, and she headed home. Her parents made her walk home, because they weren’t usually around and Megan hated riding on the bus. it was only a 10 minute walk anyway.
As she walked, her boobs jiggled from side to side, grinding you in them even more. She arrived home, and tossed her bag on the ground, “Hey, mom?” She called out, but there was no response, “Oh, yeah, that’s right, She’s at work…”
Megan went to her room and lied in her bed on her back. She was texting on her phone, scrolling and looking for something to entertain her.
While she did so, you felt the environment around you start to loosen, and you tried to reform. It was successful, and once you were done reforming, you struggled to get out of her bra.
Megan finally found something to watch, when she looked down and felt her top start to move.
“Huh?” She mumbled, confused. Once you started to struggle harder, she pulled down her shirt and bra, only to see you plastered to her nipple. “What the-? What is that?” She shrieked.
She peeled you off her nipple with a soft moan, then brought you up to her face. “Is that… Jill?” She asked, “Squishy, how did you get there?!”
You were trying to think of a good way to answer to her without her taking it the wrong way…
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