Marissa's Breast Savior
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
superdude9
"What? Did someone say cover up putty?" A voice from across the bar calls out.
"Yeah!" The bartender replies back. "Over here ma'am!" You try to scream and shout, but your flattened and mashed up body can't make a sound. No one will notice you either, because you look nothing like a human. All you can do is wait and see what happens, hoping that fortune shines down on you.
You hear footsteps approaching the bar, and even though you are only able to look up, you can see the girl who called out a second ago. She looks to be about twenty, with wavy brown hair, brown eyes, milky white skin, and big breasts. She is wearing a skimpy bikini top, and you can only assume a skimpy bottom as well.
"Hello miss." The girl says to the bartender. "My name is Marissa. You said you had some cover up putty?"
"Of course ma'am!" The bartender smiles. She peels you off of her breast, and let's you dangle in the air between her fingers. "It's right here."
"Whoa! I didn't even notice that on your boob!" Marissa exclaims.
"Yes. It is very high quality cover up putty. What would you like it for?"
"Can't you tell?" Marissa sighs. "It's so obvious." She points to her right breast. A large brown spot is clearly visible, right on the top of her breast.
"Oh. I can see why that would look bad."
"I know! And I've had it all my life! Everyone always makes fun of me! I never feel self-confident in bikinis with this silly birth mark."
"Well here you go then!" The bartender drops you into Marissa's awaiting hands. "You should be able to put this to good use."
"How...how do I use it?" Marissa asked, uncertain.
"Just lay it over the mark, and then squeeze it onto your breast. Press it firmly against your skin, and it will stick. Try not to get it wet though, at least for a while, for it might come off."
"O...okay." Marissa set you down on her breast.
You hoped that, for some reason, a miracle would occur, and you would be saved. Maybe you would reform at the last second, and the two giantess's would realize you were real. Alas, it was not to be. Marissa slammed down onto your poor, beaten body, and you were instantly squashed to her soft flesh. She pressed down hard on your center, and began rubbing in circles around you, flattening you out into a thin circle.
She kneaded your body out, until you were large enough to cover up the beauty mark on the top of her right breast. She then pressed her entire hand down onto you, and roughly crushed you into her squishy boob. When she let go, her breast jiggled back to form, and you jiggled with it. You had now temporarily become one with her boob.
"Oh my god! This is great!" Marissa squealed. "It totally blends right in! No one will be able to tell the difference! I'm never taking this off!"
"Wow!" The bartender laughed. "I'm glad you're happy."
"Thanks again miss!"
"You're welcome ma'am. It was my pleasure." Marissa nodded, and ran away from the bar. Her big breasts bounced with every step, and you jiggled and quivered along with them. You were in an even worse predicament than before!
Marissa looked around at the expansive water park. She could do anything now that she was self-confident in her image. But what should she do? Her choices came down to swimming (she had already forgotten the bartender's warning) or tanning. Which one?
"Yeah!" The bartender replies back. "Over here ma'am!" You try to scream and shout, but your flattened and mashed up body can't make a sound. No one will notice you either, because you look nothing like a human. All you can do is wait and see what happens, hoping that fortune shines down on you.
You hear footsteps approaching the bar, and even though you are only able to look up, you can see the girl who called out a second ago. She looks to be about twenty, with wavy brown hair, brown eyes, milky white skin, and big breasts. She is wearing a skimpy bikini top, and you can only assume a skimpy bottom as well.
"Hello miss." The girl says to the bartender. "My name is Marissa. You said you had some cover up putty?"
"Of course ma'am!" The bartender smiles. She peels you off of her breast, and let's you dangle in the air between her fingers. "It's right here."
"Whoa! I didn't even notice that on your boob!" Marissa exclaims.
"Yes. It is very high quality cover up putty. What would you like it for?"
"Can't you tell?" Marissa sighs. "It's so obvious." She points to her right breast. A large brown spot is clearly visible, right on the top of her breast.
"Oh. I can see why that would look bad."
"I know! And I've had it all my life! Everyone always makes fun of me! I never feel self-confident in bikinis with this silly birth mark."
"Well here you go then!" The bartender drops you into Marissa's awaiting hands. "You should be able to put this to good use."
"How...how do I use it?" Marissa asked, uncertain.
"Just lay it over the mark, and then squeeze it onto your breast. Press it firmly against your skin, and it will stick. Try not to get it wet though, at least for a while, for it might come off."
"O...okay." Marissa set you down on her breast.
You hoped that, for some reason, a miracle would occur, and you would be saved. Maybe you would reform at the last second, and the two giantess's would realize you were real. Alas, it was not to be. Marissa slammed down onto your poor, beaten body, and you were instantly squashed to her soft flesh. She pressed down hard on your center, and began rubbing in circles around you, flattening you out into a thin circle.
She kneaded your body out, until you were large enough to cover up the beauty mark on the top of her right breast. She then pressed her entire hand down onto you, and roughly crushed you into her squishy boob. When she let go, her breast jiggled back to form, and you jiggled with it. You had now temporarily become one with her boob.
"Oh my god! This is great!" Marissa squealed. "It totally blends right in! No one will be able to tell the difference! I'm never taking this off!"
"Wow!" The bartender laughed. "I'm glad you're happy."
"Thanks again miss!"
"You're welcome ma'am. It was my pleasure." Marissa nodded, and ran away from the bar. Her big breasts bounced with every step, and you jiggled and quivered along with them. You were in an even worse predicament than before!
Marissa looked around at the expansive water park. She could do anything now that she was self-confident in her image. But what should she do? Her choices came down to swimming (she had already forgotten the bartender's warning) or tanning. Which one?
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