Calming down from her laughing fit, Stacy says, "Hoo-boy, that was too good." At least someone's having fun, you think to yourself in frustration. On the other hand, you’re still six inches tall and currently flattened under the giant, overbearing tits of an obnoxiously smug cheerleader, and, what’s more, you’re now a human rubber band (This has been a great first day of wrestling for you...). Instead of lifting her breasts off the desk to relieve you of their pressure, which would take NO effort on her part, Lacy chooses to keep them there as she toys with one of your elongated arms and legs, curiously twirling them against her finger. In her high from a prank well-done, Stacy completely forgets about where she left you and turns around. "Ok, enough fooling around. We've gotta find that antidote before Touko arrives. C'mon, guys," she says before walking off, carelessly leaving you in Lacy's clutches again.
"Uh, yeah. Be right there, Stace," Lacy says distractedly, her eyes still focused on your extended limbs. She finds your newfound pliability to be absolutely fascinating, like she discovered a new feature in her favorite toy, and she's more concerned with figuring out how to have more fun with it than with helping you at the moment. As it is, Lacy thinks you still haven’t been punished enough for your jab just now, and she ignores your grumbling while coming up with a way to pay you back.
Moments later, an impish grin creeps up on Lacy’s face."Y'know, Tommy, I just realized something," she says, deliberately drawing out her words while gently swaying her breasts atop you to maximize the amount of frustration you're feeling. "You're supposed to be our impartial judge for our team's new outfit, but you haven't very been fair to me and the outfit I picked," she says with a mock pout. "You got an up close look at Stacy's when you let her sit on you, and I'm sure Ally spent a lot of time showing off her secret outfit to you after you chased her into the changing room. But you've barely even glanced at my sexy clothes. All you’ve done is ignore and sass me." Really, she's worrying about this now!? You've got more important stuff to worry about than stroking Lacy's ego, especially since Touko could come back any second. You try to tell the teasing redhead to focus and demand that she get off you, but her smothering breasts won't let you get a word in as she continues. "Like, I think the only fair thing to do is to have you spend some close, personal time with my outfit, to see firsthand all that it has to offer, and I know juuuuust how to do that..."
Before you can wonder what she meant by that, you feel Lacy grab your arms and legs and quickly tie them in a knot on top of her chest, pulling your limbs taut against her expansive breasts as she forces your stretchy body to form a band around them. Firmly securing you against her, Lacy giggles gleefully while pulling the knot extra tight, forcing the front side of your body, especially your cock, to sink into the bare underside of her soft, abundant globes, nearly getting engulfing it between them (she had to pick out an outfit with so much under-boob, didn't she?).
Lacy stands up, and, as she does, you give a loud groan, as your tiny body, no longer resting on the desk, is forced to bear the full weight of Lacy’s massive breasts as gravity pulls down on them. Ignoring your discomfort, she looks herself over, admiring her handiwork for a few moments. She can't see you under her breasts, but she can feel your erection firmly jabbing against her from below, which she finds immensely satisfying. Testing how well you hold up, and trying to tease you more, she gives her chest a few shakes, making you give a few strained grunts as her swollen tits wobble against you and your cock. Knowing that you're not going anywhere now, Lacy giggles, "There we go, Tommy. Now you've got the perfect chance to examine and admire my outfit, as well as my so-called ‘meatballs.’ Maybe now you’ll finally start to appreciate just how appealing I am." She gives her breasts a few squeezes, gently squishing you and your throbbing erection between them to further show off their size and softness. The feeling of your frustrated voice helplessly vibrating against her soft skin gives Lacy tingles, compelling her to keep teasing you. “Speaking of ‘appealing,’ I gotta admit, Tommy: you actually compliment my outfit really well, like a cute, little accessory. You’re like the fashion statement of the century, haha! I’m half-tempted to keep you like this.”
You grumble up at Lacy, demanding that she had better be joking about that, but she merely laughs at your muffled attempts to sound tough and pretend you’re not enjoying this. “Oh don’t be like that, Tommy. Like, I’m just having some fun, is all. Think of it this way: with you *ahem* ‘tied up’ like this, you won’t get accidentally crushed underfoot by me or Stacy as we search for the antidote, so I’m actually doing you a solid.” You’d roll your eyes at Lacy’s lousy logic if your face weren’t currently mashed against her melons. “You can thank me later, just have fun while Stacy and I look around,” she says before walking off with you, mindlessly subjecting you to a new torture as she does. With every step she makes, her titanic tits briefly separate before quickly slamming back together against you, sending you reeling as they continue to wobble against you. Step, slam, wobble. Step, slam, wobble. You grunt with every stimulating motion Lacy’s breasts make as they ceaselessly rub against you and your cock.
Some fun this is, you think to yourself. This redheaded tease of a giantess just won't stop toying with you, and now, in her obsession with you, she's turned you into a freaking piece of clothing. You just can't catch a break. Lacy, on the other hand, thinks this is amazing. She figures that, if she leaves you like this, in such an enticing position, you'll be singing praises of her and her outfit in no time. That'll show everyone that's ever questioned her and her impeccable taste in fashion, you included. If she charms you well enough, you might end up becoming like her own personal little cheerleader, a thought that makes her snicker.
Finally joining Stacy in her search, Lacy walks up to a very tall bookcase nearby. The bookcase is riddled with an array of textbooks, journals, drugs, and other experiments strewn across each shelf. Surely something here must be able to help you, right? Lacy leans in to get a close look at the shelf in front of her, but, as she does so, she mindlessly rests her breasts atop of the shelf directly below it. You give a groan when their soft weight plops down on you and the hard wooden surface, which Lacy notices. She looks down and smirks while giving her chest a teasing little wiggle. "Looks like someone's enjoying my outfit, after all. I think we know who the winner will be," she says coyly.
You wish you could tell Lacy off, but all you can do is sit there and bear the brunt of these giant tits she's so freaking proud of. Lacy giggles and goes back to her search. Trying to find something at least a little interesting-looking, she scans the long shelf back and forth, craning herself to scour every inch of it. As she does, her breasts follow her movements on the shelf below, dragging your body along with them as they repeatedly smear across the surface. Lacy searches the shelf for a few more moments, but can't find anything that doesn't look boring or lame to her, same with the shelf just above it. "Ugh, this is gonna take forever, isn't it," she groans. Oh, like she has any reason to complain, you grumble to yourself.
Lacy moves her attention to the shelf high above her, just barely out of her reach. "Maybe up here?" She stands up on her tiptoes and reaches upwards, trying to grab anything she can from the shelf. As she does, you feel her breasts slowly rise up and press against another shelf, gradually squishing themselves against it as the pressure around you only increases. "Ugh, c'mon, there's, like, gotta be something up here." Try as she may, Lacy can't seem to reach anything on the higher shelf. To extend her reach as much as possible, she leans in as close as she can, practically climbing onto the bookcase, which further crushes you with her breasts flattening against it. Soon, Lacy resorts to hopping in place. "Aha!" This proves helpful for her, as she can reach more of the shelf each time she does, but it’s even more hurtful for you, as gravity causes her breasts to harshly crash down on you against a lower shelf each time she lands, flattening you like a pancake beneath them. "Nope...nuh-uh...lame..." With each attempt, Lacy manages to grab something from the shelf (a book, an empty vial, a USB drive, etc.), but, since it’s nothing particularly useful or interesting to her, she puts it back, causing her breasts to bounce on you even more. So much for being "safer" while tied to her breasts, you think to yourself as Lacy continues to mindlessly pound you with her overwhelming flesh while searching.
Every violent motion Lacy makes against you drives you mad, and, stuck to her the way you are, you can only hope that she or Lacy find you the antidote sooner rather than later.
What next?
"Uh, yeah. Be right there, Stace," Lacy says distractedly, her eyes still focused on your extended limbs. She finds your newfound pliability to be absolutely fascinating, like she discovered a new feature in her favorite toy, and she's more concerned with figuring out how to have more fun with it than with helping you at the moment. As it is, Lacy thinks you still haven’t been punished enough for your jab just now, and she ignores your grumbling while coming up with a way to pay you back.
Moments later, an impish grin creeps up on Lacy’s face."Y'know, Tommy, I just realized something," she says, deliberately drawing out her words while gently swaying her breasts atop you to maximize the amount of frustration you're feeling. "You're supposed to be our impartial judge for our team's new outfit, but you haven't very been fair to me and the outfit I picked," she says with a mock pout. "You got an up close look at Stacy's when you let her sit on you, and I'm sure Ally spent a lot of time showing off her secret outfit to you after you chased her into the changing room. But you've barely even glanced at my sexy clothes. All you’ve done is ignore and sass me." Really, she's worrying about this now!? You've got more important stuff to worry about than stroking Lacy's ego, especially since Touko could come back any second. You try to tell the teasing redhead to focus and demand that she get off you, but her smothering breasts won't let you get a word in as she continues. "Like, I think the only fair thing to do is to have you spend some close, personal time with my outfit, to see firsthand all that it has to offer, and I know juuuuust how to do that..."
Before you can wonder what she meant by that, you feel Lacy grab your arms and legs and quickly tie them in a knot on top of her chest, pulling your limbs taut against her expansive breasts as she forces your stretchy body to form a band around them. Firmly securing you against her, Lacy giggles gleefully while pulling the knot extra tight, forcing the front side of your body, especially your cock, to sink into the bare underside of her soft, abundant globes, nearly getting engulfing it between them (she had to pick out an outfit with so much under-boob, didn't she?).
Lacy stands up, and, as she does, you give a loud groan, as your tiny body, no longer resting on the desk, is forced to bear the full weight of Lacy’s massive breasts as gravity pulls down on them. Ignoring your discomfort, she looks herself over, admiring her handiwork for a few moments. She can't see you under her breasts, but she can feel your erection firmly jabbing against her from below, which she finds immensely satisfying. Testing how well you hold up, and trying to tease you more, she gives her chest a few shakes, making you give a few strained grunts as her swollen tits wobble against you and your cock. Knowing that you're not going anywhere now, Lacy giggles, "There we go, Tommy. Now you've got the perfect chance to examine and admire my outfit, as well as my so-called ‘meatballs.’ Maybe now you’ll finally start to appreciate just how appealing I am." She gives her breasts a few squeezes, gently squishing you and your throbbing erection between them to further show off their size and softness. The feeling of your frustrated voice helplessly vibrating against her soft skin gives Lacy tingles, compelling her to keep teasing you. “Speaking of ‘appealing,’ I gotta admit, Tommy: you actually compliment my outfit really well, like a cute, little accessory. You’re like the fashion statement of the century, haha! I’m half-tempted to keep you like this.”
You grumble up at Lacy, demanding that she had better be joking about that, but she merely laughs at your muffled attempts to sound tough and pretend you’re not enjoying this. “Oh don’t be like that, Tommy. Like, I’m just having some fun, is all. Think of it this way: with you *ahem* ‘tied up’ like this, you won’t get accidentally crushed underfoot by me or Stacy as we search for the antidote, so I’m actually doing you a solid.” You’d roll your eyes at Lacy’s lousy logic if your face weren’t currently mashed against her melons. “You can thank me later, just have fun while Stacy and I look around,” she says before walking off with you, mindlessly subjecting you to a new torture as she does. With every step she makes, her titanic tits briefly separate before quickly slamming back together against you, sending you reeling as they continue to wobble against you. Step, slam, wobble. Step, slam, wobble. You grunt with every stimulating motion Lacy’s breasts make as they ceaselessly rub against you and your cock.
Some fun this is, you think to yourself. This redheaded tease of a giantess just won't stop toying with you, and now, in her obsession with you, she's turned you into a freaking piece of clothing. You just can't catch a break. Lacy, on the other hand, thinks this is amazing. She figures that, if she leaves you like this, in such an enticing position, you'll be singing praises of her and her outfit in no time. That'll show everyone that's ever questioned her and her impeccable taste in fashion, you included. If she charms you well enough, you might end up becoming like her own personal little cheerleader, a thought that makes her snicker.
Finally joining Stacy in her search, Lacy walks up to a very tall bookcase nearby. The bookcase is riddled with an array of textbooks, journals, drugs, and other experiments strewn across each shelf. Surely something here must be able to help you, right? Lacy leans in to get a close look at the shelf in front of her, but, as she does so, she mindlessly rests her breasts atop of the shelf directly below it. You give a groan when their soft weight plops down on you and the hard wooden surface, which Lacy notices. She looks down and smirks while giving her chest a teasing little wiggle. "Looks like someone's enjoying my outfit, after all. I think we know who the winner will be," she says coyly.
You wish you could tell Lacy off, but all you can do is sit there and bear the brunt of these giant tits she's so freaking proud of. Lacy giggles and goes back to her search. Trying to find something at least a little interesting-looking, she scans the long shelf back and forth, craning herself to scour every inch of it. As she does, her breasts follow her movements on the shelf below, dragging your body along with them as they repeatedly smear across the surface. Lacy searches the shelf for a few more moments, but can't find anything that doesn't look boring or lame to her, same with the shelf just above it. "Ugh, this is gonna take forever, isn't it," she groans. Oh, like she has any reason to complain, you grumble to yourself.
Lacy moves her attention to the shelf high above her, just barely out of her reach. "Maybe up here?" She stands up on her tiptoes and reaches upwards, trying to grab anything she can from the shelf. As she does, you feel her breasts slowly rise up and press against another shelf, gradually squishing themselves against it as the pressure around you only increases. "Ugh, c'mon, there's, like, gotta be something up here." Try as she may, Lacy can't seem to reach anything on the higher shelf. To extend her reach as much as possible, she leans in as close as she can, practically climbing onto the bookcase, which further crushes you with her breasts flattening against it. Soon, Lacy resorts to hopping in place. "Aha!" This proves helpful for her, as she can reach more of the shelf each time she does, but it’s even more hurtful for you, as gravity causes her breasts to harshly crash down on you against a lower shelf each time she lands, flattening you like a pancake beneath them. "Nope...nuh-uh...lame..." With each attempt, Lacy manages to grab something from the shelf (a book, an empty vial, a USB drive, etc.), but, since it’s nothing particularly useful or interesting to her, she puts it back, causing her breasts to bounce on you even more. So much for being "safer" while tied to her breasts, you think to yourself as Lacy continues to mindlessly pound you with her overwhelming flesh while searching.
Every violent motion Lacy makes against you drives you mad, and, stuck to her the way you are, you can only hope that she or Lacy find you the antidote sooner rather than later.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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