Forgotten bra My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload) chapter 8 by riltt

She rummaged through her mess of a room until she found what she was looking for. She picked it up and you see that she is holding a fancy black cocktail dress with a split down the middle that would reach well into her midriff.

Claire quickly tugged the tight dress over her head, the fabric fitting snugly against her ample chest, pressing you even tighter against her soft skin your face pressed harder against her stiffened nipple. She smoothed out the wrinkles and twisted sideways to check her reflection in the mirror, pressing your face even harder into her nipple.

You also noticed that unfortunately your dick hadn't gotten squashed in the transformation and was now sandwiched between her breasts, beginning to rise, and you started to worry that she might notice it.

"Oh, it looks perfect," she murmured, turning back and forth to admire the way the dress clung to her curves, and how well you matched her skin, pushing you face against her nipple again and again. She then bounced lightly on her toes, jostling her bosom, your dick squished and rubbed between them, "And you blend in perfectly," she said almost under her breath before clearing her throat and saying "thanks Ben." a bit louder.

This situation was becoming truly horrible for you, your face burned like lava out of immense embarrassment and you felt like you wanted to cry, this wasn't nearly as bad as your mother because you were facing outward, but now every slight shift of your sister's body rubbed you cock against her generous bust. You tried to focus on anything else, the hum of the ceiling fan, the texture of her dress, anything at all. But it was useless. Your dick twitched again, trapped snugly between her soft mounds of fat. "Please don’t notice, Please don’t notice" you silently prayed to the universe.

Claire spun from the mirror, "Oh! Almost forgot my heels," she chirped, bending over to sift through a pile of shoes near her closet. The movement pressed you even tighter against her, and you felt her nipple force itself inside your mouth. It was quite stiff but also soft, and it tasted of her salty sweat.

The nipple thankfully slipped out of your mouth as Claire straightened up, seemingly oblivious to your predicament. She slid on her heels and shifted her weight from foot to foot testing their comfort, each time bouncing her breasts, rubbing them against your erection, and it was all you could do not to cum, but the worry of her noticing overpowered your natural response, although her attention seemed elsewhere anyway. "Alright." she murmured seemingly to no one in particular, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

She pushed it open, the cold night air hitting your skin and her's, and you felt her shiver slightly, and her nipple got even harder as it stretched open your mouth again. She walked to the car, her breasts rubbing your cock between them, nearly over the edge. She sat down, the warmth of the car washing over both of you and she started driving, her nipple eventually shrinking out of your mouth.

The car ride felt like an eternity. Every bump in the road jostled your sister's chest, grinding your trapped erection between her masses of supple flesh. You clenched your jaw, trying not to cum to and on your own sister, but she adjusted her posture, shifting slightly in the seat, and you felt yourself reach the point of no return.

Thick white ropes of cum spewed from your cock as you came in-between your sister's breasts. The warmth of your own humiliation coated a small patch of her skin, causing her to adjust her dress absentmindedly, thankfully and seemingly completely unaware of you and the disgusting shameful mess you just made. You tried even harder to reform, willing your muscles, but it was futile, your limbs knotted together.

The car slowed, and Claire pulled up to the curb of her friend's house. She opened the door and straightened out of the car, arching her back with a satisfied moan. The movement pressed her breasts against you hard, her nipples hard again from the cold. Your mouth was again stuffed with your sister's nipple. She adjusted her dress slightly, then began walking towards the house, heels clicking against the pavement, her bouncing steps jostling you against her chest.

The front porch light flicked on as Claire climbed the steps, her heels clicking against the wooden planks. The door swung open before she could knock, revealing _____ who _____ her