Experience and Encounter at Eagleton (Pt Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Rosie winked at her. “There’s a good sport, honey.” She then ran off towards the pool area, dragging your mother along behind her. Once more, you found yourself pounding over and over by hot, slick flesh as your mother ran. You’d barely heard anything all day because of your muffled position, but you knew enough about the situation to dislike this Rosie woman for dragging your mom into situations that kept tormenting you. You knew it wasn’t really her fault, but there wasn’t much you could do while clinging tightly to your mother’s massive mammaries besides entertain grudges.
Reaching the women’s locker room by the indoor pool, your mom and Rosie found it mostly empty. A glance at the clock let them know that they were nearly late for the competition. Thusly, they wasted no time in stripping out of their clothes, though your mother pointedly avoided looking at Rosie’s gorgeously tanned and nude body, as the platinum blonde wandered over to the stack of swimsuits to borrow, and returned with suitable choices.
As your mom took you off, your bra-shaped body peeled away from her with a wet “slurp”, your whole being caked in a sheen of sweat. Every bit of you felt weak and faint, and you internally sagged with relief as your mother untied your straps behind her back and let your body go limp. Moving you away from her chest, your mother’s gaze locked onto you, and her eyes widened. Something like recognition flashed in her eyes, and as you gazed blurrily up at her, you realized that she truly had forgotten all about you up until this moment.
Your mother spared you a sheepish smile, faintly blushing at her own forgetfulness. She knew she hadn’t been treating you with care at all over the past few hours. The moment she’d bumped into Rosie, she’d totally forgotten about her son-turned-bra, all thoughts of keeping her movements restrained and easing the pressure from you slipped from her mind.
Unfortunately, in her moment of recognition, she hesitated, and Rosie turned to spot her. “Hey, honey, why are ya’ll starin’ at your bra? Somethin’ funny ‘bout it?”
Your mom froze, the familial look in her eye turning into one of panic. Before she could react, Rosie shuffled next to her, the still fully nude woman peering down at you.
“Dang, that might be the weirdest design I ever did see.” Rosie shook her head and laughed. “Little squished guy, huh? Feel bad for ‘em, a bit. Holdin’ up your nice ol’ chest all day must get mighty tirin’.”
Your mom burned beet red at Rosie’s unintentionally ironic statements. “U-uh huh, yep. Weird design…right. It’s an old g-gift…from a friend.” She tried to smile inconspicuously at Rosie, all while she walked over to the sprawling row of lockers, flung one open, and tossed you inside. “A-anyway…let’s get changed. We only have a minute or two left!”
“Of course, darlin’.” Rosie nodded, handing your mother the school swimsuit sized for her. Even still, your mom and Rosie barely fit into their respective swimsuits, the elastic fabric of the one-piece bikinis clinging to them like a second skin. Deep cleavage was revealed on both of their bodies, along with nearly all of their eye-catchingly huge derrieres. Still, they fit, and thus rushed out of the locker room without a second thought, just barely managing to join the swim competition before it began.
Left behind in the dark locker, only one thought concerned you, and it filled you to the core with fear. In her embarrassed haste to push you out of sight, your mom had thrown you into the first locker she’d blindly reached for…and had completely failed to notice that it was already taken.
*****
Thirty minutes of quiet passed inside the dark locker, only a few strains of light slipping in from the holes. You couldn’t see much, but you could tell that you were resting atop some sort of fabric, maybe more than one piece of fabric. It was probably an article of clothing or two, but as for what specifically, you had no idea. You were lying with your cups facing down; therefore your face was looking out and up at the empty locker’s ceiling, and the light slipping in.
You’d thought about trying to reform over the past thirty minutes, but you quickly abandoned the idea. It was most likely impossible for you to reverse the damage your mother had done and reform to normal in the time it’d take her to return from the swim competition with Rosie. Also, you’d been skimping out on the job she’d tasked you with, and be leaving her without a top for the rest of the day. Not to mention that she’d be quite upset, and your mom never shied away from punishing you when you misbehaved.
So, you’d sat and done nothing but dwell with your thoughts. More specifically, you fought desperately to shove aside the images of your naked mom, or the feeling of her fully developed breast crushing down on you, nipple jabbing into your face. It was horribly intimate and gross, and nothing you ever wanted to experience with your own mom after this day was done. In fact, you considered asking for an apology from her once this was all over.
After a few more minutes, you heard a faint clicking sound, then a much louder slam. From what you inferred, it was the door to the female locker room opening and then closing, presumably since someone was entering. You could also hear a feminine voice talking and laughing. Figuring that this was your mom and her newfound best friend, you mentally psyched yourself up to be worn again, and pushed the stirrings of potential disaster from your mind. Everything would work out.
Or, at least you told yourself that up until the locker door swung wide, light flooded in, and the silhouette of a girl filled your vision. As your eyes cleared, you realized that she was distinctly NOT your mother.
Her more youthful appearance suggested she was about twenty, and her smooth skin was a shade paler than your mother’s. This was to say nothing of her wavy black hair, dyed with bright blue streaks. As your vision materialized more still, you noticed her head was tilted, pressing a phone between her ear and her shoulder. As the girl laughed, her voice surprisingly lower pitched than you expected, you realized she was on the phone with someone.
Hardly looking at you at all, the girl grabbed your body and yanked you from the locker, as well as the rest of her clothes. In her haste, she didn’t even notice as a tan bra, which had been wedged under all of her other clothes, fluttered to the ground by the locker, and the girl walked ten feet away to a spacious bench. The bra left behind was her old one, the one she’d worn here, and she’d confused you for it!
Dropping everything onto the bench, you tried to respectfully avert your gaze from the fully naked college girl, but were too crushed to do anything but look straight at her instead. She towered over you, and you tensed with fear as she casually and one-handedly slid a tan thong up her long legs and over her toned buttocks, then pulled up a pair of fairly immodest short shorts over top. All the while, she talked with her friend.
“Yeah, those two ladies were damned beasts out there.” The girl laughed huskily. “Crazy fast swimmers. I got knocked out in the semi-final race.” She paused to adjust her short shorts. “Huh? Yeah, I’m done, and changing now. I’ll be over in a hot sec.” The girl smirked. “Oh, just because I lost at swimming doesn’t mean I can’t beat your ass in whatever dumb video game we’re playing.”
Grinning, the girl bent down and picked you up, lifting you up to her chest. You fought and struggled with every fiber of your being, but your mother had decimated you far too thoroughly to even think of moving or speaking. You were hopeless, powerless to stop this oblivious college girl from having her way with you. Still, she did lock eyes with you, and her cute smile faded.
“Uh, don’t remember this bra having such a gross design. Super weird.” The girl snorted, her glimmering eyes peering closely at you. “Looks like a cartoony perverted all crushed up in each cup. And…oh my god! His dick is the left cup!” She laughed loudly. “Hey, why did you let me borrow this kinky underwear? I’m giving this right back to you when I get over there.” The girl paused, and the lightest hint of red blossomed in her cheeks after a second. “You think you can rip the bra off of me, huh? Alright, give me twenty minutes, then I’ll teach you about talking dirty to Vanessa Weatherston!”
The girl laughed again, husky and deep, and shut off her phone, setting it aside. Without another thought, she slammed you into her chest, and put you on. You internally screamed the whole time, but it was useless. Vanessa squeezed her sizable breasts into your left cup and your right, her boobs squashing into your face and crotch just like your mother’s had all day. Vanessa’s breasts were a bit smaller than your mother’s, but not by much. She still easily filled the space your bra-molded body provided, her plush boobs sinking into you, and you into them.
Reaching the women’s locker room by the indoor pool, your mom and Rosie found it mostly empty. A glance at the clock let them know that they were nearly late for the competition. Thusly, they wasted no time in stripping out of their clothes, though your mother pointedly avoided looking at Rosie’s gorgeously tanned and nude body, as the platinum blonde wandered over to the stack of swimsuits to borrow, and returned with suitable choices.
As your mom took you off, your bra-shaped body peeled away from her with a wet “slurp”, your whole being caked in a sheen of sweat. Every bit of you felt weak and faint, and you internally sagged with relief as your mother untied your straps behind her back and let your body go limp. Moving you away from her chest, your mother’s gaze locked onto you, and her eyes widened. Something like recognition flashed in her eyes, and as you gazed blurrily up at her, you realized that she truly had forgotten all about you up until this moment.
Your mother spared you a sheepish smile, faintly blushing at her own forgetfulness. She knew she hadn’t been treating you with care at all over the past few hours. The moment she’d bumped into Rosie, she’d totally forgotten about her son-turned-bra, all thoughts of keeping her movements restrained and easing the pressure from you slipped from her mind.
Unfortunately, in her moment of recognition, she hesitated, and Rosie turned to spot her. “Hey, honey, why are ya’ll starin’ at your bra? Somethin’ funny ‘bout it?”
Your mom froze, the familial look in her eye turning into one of panic. Before she could react, Rosie shuffled next to her, the still fully nude woman peering down at you.
“Dang, that might be the weirdest design I ever did see.” Rosie shook her head and laughed. “Little squished guy, huh? Feel bad for ‘em, a bit. Holdin’ up your nice ol’ chest all day must get mighty tirin’.”
Your mom burned beet red at Rosie’s unintentionally ironic statements. “U-uh huh, yep. Weird design…right. It’s an old g-gift…from a friend.” She tried to smile inconspicuously at Rosie, all while she walked over to the sprawling row of lockers, flung one open, and tossed you inside. “A-anyway…let’s get changed. We only have a minute or two left!”
“Of course, darlin’.” Rosie nodded, handing your mother the school swimsuit sized for her. Even still, your mom and Rosie barely fit into their respective swimsuits, the elastic fabric of the one-piece bikinis clinging to them like a second skin. Deep cleavage was revealed on both of their bodies, along with nearly all of their eye-catchingly huge derrieres. Still, they fit, and thus rushed out of the locker room without a second thought, just barely managing to join the swim competition before it began.
Left behind in the dark locker, only one thought concerned you, and it filled you to the core with fear. In her embarrassed haste to push you out of sight, your mom had thrown you into the first locker she’d blindly reached for…and had completely failed to notice that it was already taken.
*****
Thirty minutes of quiet passed inside the dark locker, only a few strains of light slipping in from the holes. You couldn’t see much, but you could tell that you were resting atop some sort of fabric, maybe more than one piece of fabric. It was probably an article of clothing or two, but as for what specifically, you had no idea. You were lying with your cups facing down; therefore your face was looking out and up at the empty locker’s ceiling, and the light slipping in.
You’d thought about trying to reform over the past thirty minutes, but you quickly abandoned the idea. It was most likely impossible for you to reverse the damage your mother had done and reform to normal in the time it’d take her to return from the swim competition with Rosie. Also, you’d been skimping out on the job she’d tasked you with, and be leaving her without a top for the rest of the day. Not to mention that she’d be quite upset, and your mom never shied away from punishing you when you misbehaved.
So, you’d sat and done nothing but dwell with your thoughts. More specifically, you fought desperately to shove aside the images of your naked mom, or the feeling of her fully developed breast crushing down on you, nipple jabbing into your face. It was horribly intimate and gross, and nothing you ever wanted to experience with your own mom after this day was done. In fact, you considered asking for an apology from her once this was all over.
After a few more minutes, you heard a faint clicking sound, then a much louder slam. From what you inferred, it was the door to the female locker room opening and then closing, presumably since someone was entering. You could also hear a feminine voice talking and laughing. Figuring that this was your mom and her newfound best friend, you mentally psyched yourself up to be worn again, and pushed the stirrings of potential disaster from your mind. Everything would work out.
Or, at least you told yourself that up until the locker door swung wide, light flooded in, and the silhouette of a girl filled your vision. As your eyes cleared, you realized that she was distinctly NOT your mother.
Her more youthful appearance suggested she was about twenty, and her smooth skin was a shade paler than your mother’s. This was to say nothing of her wavy black hair, dyed with bright blue streaks. As your vision materialized more still, you noticed her head was tilted, pressing a phone between her ear and her shoulder. As the girl laughed, her voice surprisingly lower pitched than you expected, you realized she was on the phone with someone.
Hardly looking at you at all, the girl grabbed your body and yanked you from the locker, as well as the rest of her clothes. In her haste, she didn’t even notice as a tan bra, which had been wedged under all of her other clothes, fluttered to the ground by the locker, and the girl walked ten feet away to a spacious bench. The bra left behind was her old one, the one she’d worn here, and she’d confused you for it!
Dropping everything onto the bench, you tried to respectfully avert your gaze from the fully naked college girl, but were too crushed to do anything but look straight at her instead. She towered over you, and you tensed with fear as she casually and one-handedly slid a tan thong up her long legs and over her toned buttocks, then pulled up a pair of fairly immodest short shorts over top. All the while, she talked with her friend.
“Yeah, those two ladies were damned beasts out there.” The girl laughed huskily. “Crazy fast swimmers. I got knocked out in the semi-final race.” She paused to adjust her short shorts. “Huh? Yeah, I’m done, and changing now. I’ll be over in a hot sec.” The girl smirked. “Oh, just because I lost at swimming doesn’t mean I can’t beat your ass in whatever dumb video game we’re playing.”
Grinning, the girl bent down and picked you up, lifting you up to her chest. You fought and struggled with every fiber of your being, but your mother had decimated you far too thoroughly to even think of moving or speaking. You were hopeless, powerless to stop this oblivious college girl from having her way with you. Still, she did lock eyes with you, and her cute smile faded.
“Uh, don’t remember this bra having such a gross design. Super weird.” The girl snorted, her glimmering eyes peering closely at you. “Looks like a cartoony perverted all crushed up in each cup. And…oh my god! His dick is the left cup!” She laughed loudly. “Hey, why did you let me borrow this kinky underwear? I’m giving this right back to you when I get over there.” The girl paused, and the lightest hint of red blossomed in her cheeks after a second. “You think you can rip the bra off of me, huh? Alright, give me twenty minutes, then I’ll teach you about talking dirty to Vanessa Weatherston!”
The girl laughed again, husky and deep, and shut off her phone, setting it aside. Without another thought, she slammed you into her chest, and put you on. You internally screamed the whole time, but it was useless. Vanessa squeezed her sizable breasts into your left cup and your right, her boobs squashing into your face and crotch just like your mother’s had all day. Vanessa’s breasts were a bit smaller than your mother’s, but not by much. She still easily filled the space your bra-molded body provided, her plush boobs sinking into you, and you into them.
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