This choice: She realises it is you somehow, trys to help you. • Go Back...Chapter #5One Small Problem by: Unknown Mary grabbed each of her boobs and lifted them up so she could get a better look the strange new markings on her bikini. She closely examined the two eyes on each bikini cup, rubbing her fingers over them. They felt like plain-old fabric to her, yet there was something so strikingly familiar about them. Suddenly, the pieces fell into place and the truth clicked in her brain. Mary’s hand shot to her mouth, and her boobs jiggled back down.
“Oh my god.” Mary whispered quietly. Stacy cocked her head to the side.
“Did you say something Mary?” She asked. Mary shakily glanced up at her friend. Stacy and Emma were unaware of your condition, and Mary didn’t feel comfortable telling them. Unfortunately, this decision would just cause more problems in the end.
“Uh…you’re right…uh…Emma. I never noticed this funky design.” Mary managed a smile. “It’s…uh…pretty funny.” Emma helped Mary up to her feet and then the three women walked off to their car. As Mary walked, your vision was dizzyingly tossed side to side as her ample breasts bounced and shook.
Mary’s head was spinning in circles. There was no doubt that somehow and someway Trish had gotten to the beach, and was currently absorbed into her bikini. What Mary didn’t realize was that only part of your body inside of her bikini. Most of your gummy body was stuck in Mary’s flesh, a part of her gorgeous new tan. Mary was determined to save you, but not until she had some spare time to herself.
The girls piled into the car and drove to their hotel, heading straight up to their room. Stacy and Emma dropped off their suitcases and then walked off, wanting to check out the gift shop down in the lobby. The second they closed the door behind them, Mary stripped off her bikini and pulled a big bowl out of the kitchen cabinet.
She gripped her swimsuit tightly and wrung the fabric like a towel. Over and over she twisted and scrunched her bikini, while your gummy body slowly dripped out of the fabric drop by drop. It took her about fifteen minutes but finally ever single ounce of your body was squeezed free from the confines of the bikini. You bubbled in the bowl for a bit before finally reforming.
Unfortunately, there was one “small” problem, which was quite tragic. Because only a small section of your body had been absorbed into Mary’s bikini, you did not have your full mass available. As such, you had reformed into an incredibly small version of yourself, only six inches tall to be exact. As your miniature, naked body climbed out of the bowl, Mary nearly had a heart attack.
You calmed the panicking giantess down by telling her that the rest of your body was trapped in Mary’s flesh. However, since your conscious was not also contained in Mary’s body, you had no way to command your own body to reform out of Mary’s flesh. In essence, your flesh was permanently lost, its purpose now to nourish Mary’s form. You had no choice but to reform the old-fashioned way. It would take several weeks, but eventually your six-inch form would grow back to normal.
In order to keep you safe, Mary tucked you gently inside of her suitcase, zipping it up afterwards. You curled up against some frilly panties and tried to drift off to sleep. Mary left the room, wanting to stop by the gift shop to calm herself down. She took the stairs down to the lobby, right as Stacy and Emma were riding the elevator back up. Stacy and Emma unlocked the hotel room and walked inside, blissfully unaware of everything that had transpired.
“Hey. Where’s Mary.” Emma inquired, turning on the lights.
“Probably the gift shop. I bet we just missed her. Anyway, you think Mary has a thong or two?” Stacy headed over to Mary’s suitcase.
“I think so. I’ve seen her wear them. I can’t believe you forget to bring all of your pairs.”
“Eh. I forget a lot of stuff.” Stacy giggled and unzipped Mary’s suitcase. Light flooded your vision and you looked up in fear at the towering forms of Mary’s best friends. Stacy spotted you immediately, and her hand shot out and grasped your body tightly. The fast motion caught you by surprise, and you soon found yourself in Stacy’s iron grip. You were unable to struggle, and Stacy’s thumb had squashed your lips shut, rendering you unable to talk.
“What is that Stacy?” Emma wondered.
“It looks like our darling Mary has some kinky tastes.” Stacy smirked.
“That’s not…a sex toy…is it?”
“Sure looks like one.” Stacy’s expression changed into a seductive smile. “Want to see if it works honey?”
“Right now baby?” Emma blushed deeply. “I…I suppose.” Emma conceded, smiling warmly. The two lovers walked over to their bed and started to take off their clothes. You doubled your efforts to escape from Stacy, but it was no use. Like it or not, you were about to experience one of Stacy and Emma’s lesbian love sessions first hand.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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