Melody's Mr. Pink Bra
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
cobraman
You didn't want either of those things! She needed someone to talk to her about this and get her head right, but on the other hand if you didn't move she could take that as an invitation to decide on something else ridiculous. You absolutely did not want to be trapped between some sweaty cheeks so far away from where anyone would ever see you, even if she did paint you Chelsea was sure to remember what had happened and go looking for you. There was only one choice, you tried to shake your left side that meant your head causing only the barest wiggle, but she seemed to feel it.
"Oh, I knew you were a dedicated boobs man, or should I just call you a bra now. Either way, I thank you for your service as the lords agent, truly you are the sturdiest bra I've owned to date." She announced letting her heavy breasts fall onto you again, with her hands no longer holding them you once more bore the full weight on your own. She hummed happily as she ate a bowl of cereal her arms slightly grazing her boobs every once in a while knocking them around and sending you screaming as your poor limbs were pulled out and your body still trying to reform pulled them back to 'resting' size acting as a cushioned support for the massive tits. You were so sore already from the abuse you had gotten last night and the fact that you were 'in shape' enough to have your body supporting them against Gravity was just a curse. If whatever god nonsense she was babbling about did exist it was surely laughing at you right now. After breakfast she went strait back to her room and pulled some of the vary paint she had been talking about from her desk. Reaching around her back she twisted her fingers on the spots where your arms and legs were tied together and almost as if you were a sling shot your 'strings' shot apart and you fluttered down onto her desk the relief you felt having no weight on you just about felt heavenly. You didn't have long to savor that feeling though as the red head trapped the ends of them under text books. "There you go Mr. Bra this will make it much easier for me to apply your new color!" She wasn't even trying to stop you from reforming, but her efforts to make your 'strings' easier to paint on had sealed your fate in that regard. Your poor face and crotch were too abused as the focal point of the weight to make any good progress.
The little fingernail brush felt cool on your skin as she got all your limbs and your torso between the 'cups' and as she blew it dry you could practically feel it soaking into you sealing your arms to stay at their new length. She dutifully flipped you over and painted your back, this time on the 'cups' as well. Even if she left you alone now you doubted that even a week alone would have you reforming a single bit, You couldn't even whine about it as she flipped you back over. "There, now you're the perfect Mr. Pink Bra, I'll leave the inside of your cups unpainted so I know which way to wear you." She smiled happily somehow still convinced that not only you wanted this but that it was only right to use you. Your facial features were still mangled beyond recognition but still looking up at the smiling face, with no hint of malice past the huge boobs you had a stray thought that at least she was sexy. "Oh, stray sting" She announced before taking her thumb and mashing your dick down once again as being free had allowed your consideration of her looks to make it rise.
She rolled her nipples onto your form and retied your knots lifting up and once more the crushing weight of Melody's mountains was on you. She posed in the mirror for a moment rubbing a slow circle around her nipple mashing your face into it as she admired how good you felt once more. "Now that that's all settled..."
"Oh, I knew you were a dedicated boobs man, or should I just call you a bra now. Either way, I thank you for your service as the lords agent, truly you are the sturdiest bra I've owned to date." She announced letting her heavy breasts fall onto you again, with her hands no longer holding them you once more bore the full weight on your own. She hummed happily as she ate a bowl of cereal her arms slightly grazing her boobs every once in a while knocking them around and sending you screaming as your poor limbs were pulled out and your body still trying to reform pulled them back to 'resting' size acting as a cushioned support for the massive tits. You were so sore already from the abuse you had gotten last night and the fact that you were 'in shape' enough to have your body supporting them against Gravity was just a curse. If whatever god nonsense she was babbling about did exist it was surely laughing at you right now. After breakfast she went strait back to her room and pulled some of the vary paint she had been talking about from her desk. Reaching around her back she twisted her fingers on the spots where your arms and legs were tied together and almost as if you were a sling shot your 'strings' shot apart and you fluttered down onto her desk the relief you felt having no weight on you just about felt heavenly. You didn't have long to savor that feeling though as the red head trapped the ends of them under text books. "There you go Mr. Bra this will make it much easier for me to apply your new color!" She wasn't even trying to stop you from reforming, but her efforts to make your 'strings' easier to paint on had sealed your fate in that regard. Your poor face and crotch were too abused as the focal point of the weight to make any good progress.
The little fingernail brush felt cool on your skin as she got all your limbs and your torso between the 'cups' and as she blew it dry you could practically feel it soaking into you sealing your arms to stay at their new length. She dutifully flipped you over and painted your back, this time on the 'cups' as well. Even if she left you alone now you doubted that even a week alone would have you reforming a single bit, You couldn't even whine about it as she flipped you back over. "There, now you're the perfect Mr. Pink Bra, I'll leave the inside of your cups unpainted so I know which way to wear you." She smiled happily somehow still convinced that not only you wanted this but that it was only right to use you. Your facial features were still mangled beyond recognition but still looking up at the smiling face, with no hint of malice past the huge boobs you had a stray thought that at least she was sexy. "Oh, stray sting" She announced before taking her thumb and mashing your dick down once again as being free had allowed your consideration of her looks to make it rise.
She rolled her nipples onto your form and retied your knots lifting up and once more the crushing weight of Melody's mountains was on you. She posed in the mirror for a moment rubbing a slow circle around her nipple mashing your face into it as she admired how good you felt once more. "Now that that's all settled..."
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