It’s Cassie, and you’re glued to the inside...
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
nevermore222
"Ah, here's my favourite bra."
You recognized the melodious voice of your fiance as you were lifted up out of the suitcase. What you didn't like was where you now knew you were. You were plastered somewhere on Cassie's favourite bra, which happened to be tan!
You screamed, but of course there was no sound, your face still mashed into the fabric. You doubled your efforts to escape, now that there were no pressures holding you down.
"Jake loves seeing me in this bra," Cassie said with a giggle, "A size to small for my girls, but just enticing enough to keep the sexual tension between us."
You felt yourself being set down, and assumed you were now on the bed. You heard Cassie rustling around, and you knew she was stripping out of her clothes. If you weren't quick, Cassie was going to be wearing you!
You strained to get free, and slowly but surely you started to feel yourself pulling away from the fabric. You silently cheered, but panic set in as you felt the bra get picked up again. You only had a few seconds left! Of course, if you were lucky, you'd be on the outside of the bra, which should give you sufficient space to reform before Cassie throws on a shirt. But you didn't tend to have that kind of luck.
In desperation, you gave one last effort, and felt yourself pop from the fabric, your upper body reforming. You twisted around to shout up at Cassie, but to your horror, found your vision obscured by Cassie's enormous left breast, headed straight for you.
You opened your mouth to scream, but Cassie's nipple slammed into your mouth, gagging you as you were crushed by her boob. You became sandwiched between the bra cup and Cassie's warm and luscious breast.
Cassie hooked the bra strap behind her back, then went to examine herself in the mirror. She pushed her breasts up with her hands, cupping them. You felt more pain as she compressed you in your prison.
Cassie thought her left bra cup felt a little weird.
"Huh, this is strange," Cassie said.
She tried adjusting the cup, but still felt that strange irritation on her skin.
What happens?
You recognized the melodious voice of your fiance as you were lifted up out of the suitcase. What you didn't like was where you now knew you were. You were plastered somewhere on Cassie's favourite bra, which happened to be tan!
You screamed, but of course there was no sound, your face still mashed into the fabric. You doubled your efforts to escape, now that there were no pressures holding you down.
"Jake loves seeing me in this bra," Cassie said with a giggle, "A size to small for my girls, but just enticing enough to keep the sexual tension between us."
You felt yourself being set down, and assumed you were now on the bed. You heard Cassie rustling around, and you knew she was stripping out of her clothes. If you weren't quick, Cassie was going to be wearing you!
You strained to get free, and slowly but surely you started to feel yourself pulling away from the fabric. You silently cheered, but panic set in as you felt the bra get picked up again. You only had a few seconds left! Of course, if you were lucky, you'd be on the outside of the bra, which should give you sufficient space to reform before Cassie throws on a shirt. But you didn't tend to have that kind of luck.
In desperation, you gave one last effort, and felt yourself pop from the fabric, your upper body reforming. You twisted around to shout up at Cassie, but to your horror, found your vision obscured by Cassie's enormous left breast, headed straight for you.
You opened your mouth to scream, but Cassie's nipple slammed into your mouth, gagging you as you were crushed by her boob. You became sandwiched between the bra cup and Cassie's warm and luscious breast.
Cassie hooked the bra strap behind her back, then went to examine herself in the mirror. She pushed her breasts up with her hands, cupping them. You felt more pain as she compressed you in your prison.
Cassie thought her left bra cup felt a little weird.
"Huh, this is strange," Cassie said.
She tried adjusting the cup, but still felt that strange irritation on her skin.
What happens?
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March 28, 2025
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