*Insert Classic Changing Room Scene Here* Tiny Terry chapter 6 by G-Writer and KoroKoroAi

Hazel’s wide eyes peered curiously down at Terry, not-so-patiently waiting for his response, but all the little man could be concerned with was trying to adjust his jeans as discreetly as possible. If Hazel wasn’t as innocently oblivious as always, there was no way she wouldn’t notice the tenting of his pants, the stubborn hardness refusing to go away even now that he was free from the fleshy prison of her chest…

Luckily, he was able to adjust himself without her apparent notice. Not so luckily, he missed his chance to avoid—

“Well, if you don’t know what to pick, then new bras it is! Let’s go, Terry-Berry!”

Terry belatedly attempted to protest, but of course (as usual) Hazel paid no mind and returned to skipping along to the lingerie store with her hapless brother in her oblivious clutches. He could at least be happy that she hadn’t tucked him back into her boob canyon, his blushing (if not his libido) finally beginning to subside… only to come back with a vengeance moments later.

With Hazel now holding him between her fingers (and facing her), Terry’s vision was filled with her bouncing chest as she skipped along. The gigantic, jiggling orbs bounced, parted, slapped together, and ricocheted in a hypnotic (if somewhat motion sickness-inducing) cycle that caught his eyes and refused to let them go. Although the white dress she was wearing would look nearly dainty from across the room, from this close Terry was forced to see how much Hazel’s burgeoning chest filled the material as it was stretched to slightly see-through. Up higher, peach-colored cleavage surged up and nearly overflowed the low-cut material with every up-swing of her skipping, only to come crashing down as those same mounds slammed together and rebounded. The blue bra underneath, clearly visible from Terry’s perspective through the white dress, strained a groaned under the continuous and surging pressures, and Terry couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor garment (and wonder how he had survived being *between* her boobs at all).

I guess she really does need new bras… ‘Just wish she didn’t have to drag me along to get them…

Deciding to at least count his blessings of not being between them anymore, Terry did his best to not stare at the bouncing, wiggling masses before him, and was eventually “rewarded” for his efforts once they reached the store… If spending the next half hour dodging his sister trying to get opinions from him about various bra colors/patterns, cup stylings, and if they would “allow the right amount of bounce” could be considered a reward…

Terry was so relieved that Hazel hadn’t made her way over to the panties that he didn’t notice where she was bringing him next until she had set him on a shelf… and closed a nearby door. His eyes went as big as saucers as he realized they were in a changing room, and the shelf he was on was right at Hazel’s chest height. Trying not to think of the parallels to his old bedroom being at his mother’s chest height, he opened his mouth to complain, only for his objections to come out as silence as Hazel pulled her dress’s shoulder-parts off her shoulders, then pulled the top of her dress down past her chest to settled around her hips.

“Okay, Terry Berry! I know you were embarrassed to give your opinions out there, but now it’s just the two of us! No reason to hold back! Gonna try every one of these; I can’t believe how I was too big for half of the ones I bought last time before I even got to wear them once! Hehe… Speaking of, just gotta get this one off first… It’s way too small now, but it looked too good with the dress to not wear it! Don’t worry, I can tell you agree! Hehe!”

Terry could only continuously try and fail to pick his jaw off the floor as Hazel’s breasts did their best to escape the inadequate bra’s cups all on their own. Somehow, even though he knew the bra’s material could make several mattresses and then some for his match-stick bed back home, his vision was still filled with much more tit-flesh than bra material. The sky-blue bra dug almost angrily into Hazel’s tits, only surging out more and threatening to engulf Terry’s shelf entirely as she reached behind herself to undo the latches.

He kept screaming at his body to turn around, close his eyes, do anything but continue to stare as Hazel struggled with the stubborn garment… but instead he did just that and was subjected to yet another show of jostling, even more exposed flesh. Each twist and pull only flopped Hazel’s chest onto the shelf Terry currently occupied, and although he did subconsciously scoot back, he eventually felt the wall behind him… and then one of Hazel’s bra cups finally gave up as it rolled down.

Terry could only tremble and watch in slow motion as Hazel’s left boob poured out of the inadequate bra cup, a pink nipple almost the same color as the ribbons on her dress suddenly very exposed, very hard… and coming right for him. His body was crushed against the wall behind him, his front smothered by hardened girl-nipple and the surrounding flesh, giving him no escape. Hazel, oblivious as always, continued to fight with the stubborn bra to get it undone, only subconsciously reacting to Terry’s entrapment as her nipple hardened further at his stimulating attempts to escape (which really only equated to him rubbing himself against, sudo-humping, and inadvertently getting his mouth filled with nipple-flesh).

“Stupid thing, if you’re so sick of holding me up, then just… let… gooo!!! Aaah, finally!!!”

Terry gasped for breath as Hazel’s breast and nipple pulled away and left him tumbling back onto the shelf, leaving him lying face-up towards the ceiling.  He tried to steady his breathing, glad to have a second without boobs in his face for once as Hazel finally succeeded at getting the clasps undone on her bra, tossing the poor garment into a corner as she sighed in happy triumph as her breasts were finally free, somehow perky on their own despite their massive size.

“Gosh, that’s sooo much better. Sorry, Terry, gimme a sec to catch my breath, ‘worked up a little sweat! Hehe!”

Terry was just glad he was actually able to keep himself from looking at Hazel’s topless form… only for her to flop her chest onto the shelf with an another giggling sigh as she relaxed… unknowingly burying Terry directly under her left boob with a heavy, sweaty slap. The wind was knocked out of him in an instant, and all Terry could do was breathe sweaty underboob flesh, more than a bit of the tangy substances getting into his mouth in the process.

Hazel’s happy groans as she wiggled and settled against the shelf only sent vibrations through his now sweat-soaked body, and before long he found himself getting fully hard once again, any progress in softening that area instantly reversed with no way for Terry to even twitch on his own with a ton of naked boob pressed down on him.

Up above, completely relaxed (and completely unaware of Terry’s plight), Hazel obliviously talked to Terry as if he was standing beside her breasts on the shelf (although her breasts in fact covered every inch and actually overflowed said shelf), her thoughts going back to how resistant her tiny brother had been to giving her feedback on her bra selection so far.

“Really, Terry Berry, I don’t understand why you’re being so weird about this! It’s not like you haven’t seen my boobs, Mom’s boobs, even Kayla’s boobs before! And you were having such a good time on the way here between them like you always do! It’s so silly how you get embarrassed… Oh! Wait! I know! Oh, I’m so smart! Hehe!”

Terry could only groan beneath Hazel’s boob, both from the pressure from above and in his jeans, as Hazel misrepresented their time together as usual, dreading what she was going to say next but with nothing to do but wait…

Choices:

1. “Huh… actually… I forgot! Hehe… Man, my boobs are itchy…” Hazel proceeds to use the shelf to scratch by rubbing her breasts against it… and inadvertently all over poor Terry.
2. “If we’re both naked, there’ll be nothing to be embarrassed about! Hehe!” Hazel strips them both, which is even more awkward for Terry since his hard-on refuses to go down…
3. A knock at the door interrupts her thought, and it turns out it’s a worker at the store wondering if she needs help… and Hazel is happy for the assistance (and sees no reason why Terry would be embarrassed when the woman walks in to see her topless in front of him as she obliviously introduces them).
4. Hazel comes up with the idea to have Terry be more “active” in her bra trials, putting him in between her boobs, in the bra cup/under her boob, and tucked into the strap near her armpit as those spots are where he most often “ends up” so she wants him to trial right along with her.