Soft Prison
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
moeyuri7
Kelly started stumbling back towards the party, barely keeping herself standing as she carried her shrunken friend along in her hand. It wasn't until she had reached the door that she realized that she was still holding the "candy bar."
"Oops..." she giggled. "Already ate too many...back ya go" she said with a drunken giggle. Kelly spotted the bowl of candy on the counter...but it was so far away... That's when a fun idea came to mind.
Kelly turned her back to the candy bowl and cupped her hand. Claire realized what she was planning and tightly gripped to one of her fingers.
"Damnit Kelly, don't!" she screamed. But her complaints fell upon deaf ears. Kelly tried to toss Claire back to the bowl over her head without looking.
"Skill shot!" she yelled, swinging her arm back. Claire screamed as she gripped for dear life, but the sheer force was too strong. Thankfully, she held on long enough not to be launched against a wall of the floor. Instead...she went straight up above her head. Claire felt sick as gravity seemed to stop for a moment, just above the blonde's head.
Then it came back. As Claire plummeted back towards the ground, Kelly turned around to see if she made the shot. After waiting several seconds, she didn't even see the piece of candy.
"Fuck it...I made it..." she mumbled to herself, smiling happily. Then she felt a small itch slide against her breast, but ignored it. Her boobs were too tight together in that outfit to go digging in her cleavage. With that in mind, she went back out to the party.
Claire was thankful that her landing was soft, and that she didn't die. However...her current predicament was still far from ideal. As she fell, she ended up lining up straight between Kelly's meaty breasts. The force of gravity, mixed with the small amount of sweat Kelly accumulated from dancing earlier, was enough to force Claire's small body deep between her friend's boobs.
She wasn't sure how deep she had gotten. All she knew was that soft, warm, slightly sweaty, squishy walls were pressing her tightly from all sides. She could move a little, but her limbs merely sunk deep into the doughy flesh. She couldn't climb out like this, but she wasn't crushed to death either.
"Thank god her boobs are soft..." Claire mumbled. But now she was stuck for however long Kelly wore that outfit, or until she got fished out. There were a few crumbs pressing against her as well from Kelly's meals from earlier that fell in, so she wouldn't go hungry at least. But she hoped that someone saved her quickly...
What happens to Claire?
"Oops..." she giggled. "Already ate too many...back ya go" she said with a drunken giggle. Kelly spotted the bowl of candy on the counter...but it was so far away... That's when a fun idea came to mind.
Kelly turned her back to the candy bowl and cupped her hand. Claire realized what she was planning and tightly gripped to one of her fingers.
"Damnit Kelly, don't!" she screamed. But her complaints fell upon deaf ears. Kelly tried to toss Claire back to the bowl over her head without looking.
"Skill shot!" she yelled, swinging her arm back. Claire screamed as she gripped for dear life, but the sheer force was too strong. Thankfully, she held on long enough not to be launched against a wall of the floor. Instead...she went straight up above her head. Claire felt sick as gravity seemed to stop for a moment, just above the blonde's head.
Then it came back. As Claire plummeted back towards the ground, Kelly turned around to see if she made the shot. After waiting several seconds, she didn't even see the piece of candy.
"Fuck it...I made it..." she mumbled to herself, smiling happily. Then she felt a small itch slide against her breast, but ignored it. Her boobs were too tight together in that outfit to go digging in her cleavage. With that in mind, she went back out to the party.
Claire was thankful that her landing was soft, and that she didn't die. However...her current predicament was still far from ideal. As she fell, she ended up lining up straight between Kelly's meaty breasts. The force of gravity, mixed with the small amount of sweat Kelly accumulated from dancing earlier, was enough to force Claire's small body deep between her friend's boobs.
She wasn't sure how deep she had gotten. All she knew was that soft, warm, slightly sweaty, squishy walls were pressing her tightly from all sides. She could move a little, but her limbs merely sunk deep into the doughy flesh. She couldn't climb out like this, but she wasn't crushed to death either.
"Thank god her boobs are soft..." Claire mumbled. But now she was stuck for however long Kelly wore that outfit, or until she got fished out. There were a few crumbs pressing against her as well from Kelly's meals from earlier that fell in, so she wouldn't go hungry at least. But she hoped that someone saved her quickly...
What happens to Claire?
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