As your luck would have it, you had landed first on the bench after Chelsea had dumped her belongings out of her gym bag. Smacking face first into the wooden bench, you barely had a second to groan before her shirt, shorts, bra, and thong fell down on top of you, squishing you flat and completely hiding you from view. Your paper thin body groaned under the weight, and your slim chance at being noticed by your titanic dormmate was once again back to zero.
With no idea that anything was out of the ordinary, Chelsea pulled her thong up her legs and hooked her sports bra over her chest. With a slight bit of effort, the brunette beauty managed to wiggle her exceptionally tight short shorts into place and slipped her arms and head through her uniform. She then took a second to tie her hair back into a ponytail for good measure.
Unfortunately, though you were now a visible, flat sticker on the bench, your own tan complexion blended in with the brown wooden bench just enough to pass Chelsea’s cursory gaze, and you went unnoticed. As you slowly reinflated back to normal, you could only watch sadly as your massive friend turned on her heel and strolled out of the locker room, leaving you all alone.
Dusting yourself off, you surveyed your surroundings and realized that you didn’t exactly have any sort of plan in place as to what you wanted to do next. Obviously, heading out into the gym to meet up with Chelsea would be a recipe for disaster, and staying out in the open here on the bench seemed dangerous as well. Your best bet was most likely trying to crawl into Chelsea’s locker (which was thankfully on floor level), and wait for practice to end.
At least, that was your plan before the door to the locker room swung open without warning, and a cacophony of giggly female voices flooded into the room. Your blood ran cold and your body froze up in paralyzed fear, dreadfully knowing what would come next. Slowly tearing your gaze away from the sanctity of Chelsea’s locker, you looked behind you as nearly fifteen girls casually entered the locker room.
The first girl, a busty twenty-something with an award winning smile and enrapturing, shoulder length hair dyed bright purple caught your immediate attention. This was due to both her incredible appearance, and her left hand, which was holding a bundle of clothes and was curling back with each passing step the titaness took. Like an idiot, you didn’t see the warning signs until a moment too late.
The purple haired girl’s hand finished arcing back, and then swung forward at rocket speed, the clothes in her hand propelling in your direction. Your scream, far too quiet and insignificant to reach the ears of the giantess volleyball team, died as soon as the hurling ball of clothes impacted against you. A bra cup the size of a mountain decked you right in the gut, sending you flying onto the floor.
And of course, your horrible luck didn’t end there. The purple haired girl’s thong, shorts, and shirt remained on the bench where she had aimed her throw, but her bra tipped over the edge and toppled right down to the tiled floor alongside you. You could only cry out in a confused panic as the left bra cup crashed down, entrapping you beneath it and casting you in darkness.
From outside your makeshift cave, you could make out a muffled laugh, presumably from the purple haired girl, and the resounding quakes of her approaching footsteps. You raced blindly towards the edge of the bra cup, frantically trying to grip the edge and heft it into the air, just enough to escape. The sickeningly sweat smell of the giantess’s intimate aroma flooded your nostrils and threatened to knock you right into blissful unconsciousness.
Unexpectedly, the wall of the cup actually began to lift up, and in your moment of confused happiness, you hesitated your escape. Sealing your own doom, you realized that the girl herself was picking up her bra, and not you. Before you could react, the cup tilted backwards, and you fell onto your butt, rolling down the steep incline before coming to a stop at the deepest part of the sports bra cup.
You looked up in terror at the purple haired giantess, her gorgeous face locked straight ahead (presumably towards another girl she was conversing with), and not down at the poor tiny trapped in the mammoth sized cup of the bra she was about to put on. You cupped your hands to your mouth and cried up to her, but unfortunately at the exact moment the girl laughed melodiously, her own joy drowning out your sorrow.
“What, really?” The purple haired girl exclaimed. “That’s fantastic!” She set her bra down on the bench, cups pointed down, and began undressing.
“Well, I’m sure that she was embarrassed.” The unseen girl conversing with her giggled. “But, how can you not laugh at someone actually slipping on a banana peel and crashing into a trash can? That stuff, like, only happens in movies!” Both her and the purple haired girl laughed again, and then a moment passed. “Do you really think we can win this weekend, Vanessa?”
The purple haired girl shrugged, unhooking her casual, frilly bra and letting it fall to the floor. Apparently, she was Vanessa, the girl who had scheduled this impromptu practice with Chelsea. “Who knows? I sure hope so, but we need more practice. I wish we had something to motivate us to win.”
Now topless, Vanessa leaned over for her sports bra, still locking her eyes at her friend. You had given up screaming, and were fruitlessly trying to scale the slippery sides of the sports bra, to no avail. As the ground around you shook, you felt yourself rise into the air, and tilt forward. Sensing your chance, you ran at full sprint for the edge of the cup, your avenue of escape slowly filling up with Vanessa’s gargantuan, tanned breast.
At the last possible second, you tumbled out from over the edge of the bra cup right as Vanessa squeezed her tit inside, and you fell back to the bench, landing on the hard wood with a soft squelch. Reforming after a few seconds, you took full stock of exactly where you were, and the mass of curvy giantesses in various states of undress all around you.
That moment was all it took for Vanessa’s friend, having finished changing, to plop down onto the bench in order to better slip on her sneakers. Her sizable but firm butt pulverized you beneath her, tight short shorts offering no respite. Your squishy body was flattened in a comical, spread-eagle position, facing outwards. You struggled to move or even twitch, but it was no use.
Oblivious to all of this, the girl slipped on her sneakers and stood up again, the damage already done. You were stuck to her toned ass, backwards hugging her butt cheek for all to see. From this vantage point, you gazed in vain at the various volleyball players, wishfully praying for one of them to notice you and save you from this pain.
Surprisingly, Vanessa actually caught your eye, but only for a brief second before the girl turned back around, your body now facing the wall. “Kay, I’m headed out. Chelsea and I might practice my spikes for a minute before we begin.” She explained, beginning to saunter out of the gym. Once more facing her butt in Vanessa’s direction, the purple haired giantess seemed to look right at you.
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