Chapter #12Angry Avery by: Unknown Every bounce of Avery's breast felt harder and faster than the last. He was beginning to doubt that she'd ever stop. Or at least, that the jumping would stop while he was recognizable as anything other than a bug squashed under a giant tit. Between he constant impacts and the pools of sweat appearing from seemingly nowhere, he wasn't just wondering if he'd drown before he was squished. His wondering ceased when a particularly hard smack of her breast came down on him, pushing the air from his lungs and knocking him out cold.
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When Tyler awoke, he was relieved to find himself able to breathe freely. After being pounded to a pulp by Avery's boob, little things like being able to breathe were a blessing. Unfortunately, he was still taped down inside his little sister's bra, and his clothes were still soaked in boob sweat. He could see Avery's ceiling above him, but he had no idea where in her room he was. The bra could be laying on the floor, one errant step from Avery away from getting stomped on. He could be at the top of her dirty clothes hamper, waiting to be thrown in the laundry machine where he would surely drown. Or he could just be laying on her bed until Avery wants to put her bra back on and subject him once more to the power of her breasts.
He didn't have to wonder long whether Avery would unknowingly torture him again. After a few minutes of pathetic struggling against the tape, Avery's face suddenly swooped into view, apparently checking up on her little breast passenger.
"Looks like the little pervert is awake. Care to explain what you were doing in my bra Tyler?" Avery asked, clearly unamused by the situation. She did not like the idea of anyone getting a look at her breasts, let alone spending hours pressed against them.
"Avery I can explain..." Tyler began, trying to choose his words carefully. "Somehow Chloe's rotten friend Darcy managed to shrink me, and they were planning on playing with me as their new toy. But then they got into an argument over who would get to torture me next and so they decided to let you be the one since they couldn't decide amongst themselves. So they taped me up in your bra and invited you down to play jump rope."
Avery raised a skeptical eyebrow at Tyler's story. How exactly would a little girl have gotten shrinking technology? And why did Tyler just lay in her bra and take the assault? "Then why didn't you try to get my attention Tyler? I guess you were just having a nice time relaxing under my boob?" Avery asked.
"Of course not Avery! I didn't know how to get your attention. I'm taped down! And my mouth was taped shut!" Tyler replied, unable to believe Avery was not sympathetic to his position.
"A likely story Ty. Your mouth wasn't taped shut when I found you taking a nap in my bra cup." Avery replied, growing more skeptical of her brother's story. "And besides, if Chloe wanted me to squish you, why would she put you in my bra? She could have dropped you into my shoe, or just squished you herself." Avery said, thinking aloud. "You know what I think Tyler? I think you asked Chloe to put you in my bra, just so you could get close to my chest. It's been a while since your girlfriend dumped you after all. Not that that's any excuse to go crawling around in your younger sister's bra."
"Are you crazy Avery? Of course I didn't ask Chloe to put me in your bra! It's not like I want to get anywhere near your disgusting sweaty boobs." Tyler yelled.
"Oh, so they're disgusting are they? Seems to me you are the disgusting one for thinking you could get up close and personal with your sister's breasts." Avery snarled, clearly angry with her tiny brother. "I guess you bit off a little more than you could chew in my bra huh Ty? Didn't count on all that sweaty bouncing? I guess that was a pretty good punishment for you, but I don't think it's enough. You need to learn a lesson about sneaking some one on one time with your sister's breasts, and the only way you can do is with some more experience." Avery explained, effortlessly peeling Tyler out of her bra, leaving the tape stuck to him and wrapping it around his arms and legs, leaving him cocooned in scotch tape. She brought him to her neckline before pulling open her shirt. Tyler looked down to see what had become a very frightening sight for him: Avery's breasts. She was no longer wearing a bra, being that it was still sitting on her bed. That didn't stop her from releasing him though, sending him plummeted downward toward her cleavage. Tyler feared that without a bra, the space between her boobs would be large enough for him to slide right through. He hoped Avery realized this. The idea of plummeting down to the floor at her feet or falling down into the front of her pants were both too horrible to imagine. Just as he passed between Avery's breasts though, the gigantic blonde suddenly slammed her mammaries together, pressing them inward with both hands. She was not pushing hard enough to crush her brother, but only because she didn't want him to miss the real punishment she had planned.
For Tyler, being squeezed between his sister's boobs was just as bad as being under them. Jump roping had subjected him to a rhythmic, painful bouncing beneath her breast, while being squeezed was an entirely different experience. There were no lulls in the force or pressure now. Every second came with constant crushing force as Avery's boobs came in at him from both sides. Unlike being beneath her breast, there was no solid wall of her bra to brace himself against. Everything in every direction was boob flesh, all of it doing its best to force itself through him and into him.
As if sensing Tyler was missing the periodic smashing under her boobs, Avery began to "clap" her breasts together. She would pull them apart for a moment, only to slam them back together harder than before, leaving Tyler at point blank range for the collision. Each time she pulled them apart, Tyler would end up stuck to the side of one or the other by her sweat, stuck to her breast like a piece of jewelry. He would have fallen off if she'd given him a chance, but every clap seemed to come sooner than the last, assuring there'd be no relief for him.
"How SMACK do SMACK you SMACK like SMACK my SMACK boobs SMACK now?" Avery asked angrily, every word punctuated by a clap of her breasts. Knowing her tiny brother was unable to reply, and anxious to talk to him about his next punishment, Avery stopped her slamming and allowed her tiny brother to slide down her breast and freefall down onto her bed below.
"Please don't ever do that again Avery." Tyler wheezed, desperately gasping for air as he lay sprawled on her bed, unable to believe her slams had not crushed him.
"Oh Tyler, you haven't seen anything yet. I just put you in my boobs to give myself time to think of a real punishment. I think I've got just the thing in mind though." Avery said, procuring a little white bottle from her drawer. "This here is industrial strength glue. Bought it for a science project a little while ago." Avery explained. "Once you apply it, nothing but a special solvent can dissolve it. If I used this to stick you inside my bra, you'd basically be a permanent part of it. You'd spend years under my tits, until I grew out of this bra. Then I'd pass it down to Chloe so you wouldn't be lonely. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Tyler couldn't even fathom the fact that Avery could come up with such a cruel punishment. Punishment wasn't even a strong enough word, it was a sentence to a living hell. "Please Avery, that's insane! You can't do that to me! Anything but that!" Tyler screamed, more scared than he'd ever been in his life.
"Don't worry Ty. I decided not to do that before I even brought it up. You see, I realized that gluing you into clothes isn't good enough. If I do that, you'll only get worn once every week or two, which means you'll spend most of your time away from your sisters, and I know you don't want that. That's why I've come up with a more permanent solution. I'm gonna glue you right onto your sister's body, so that you don't ever get a respite. From now on, you'll be nothing more than part of..."
1. "the sole of my foot" (Avery glues Tyler to the sole of her foot, anticipating he'll make the school dance that night more fun)
2. "Chloe's butt cheek" (Avery glued Tyler to Chloe's butt cheek that night while she is sleeping, not even bothering to tell her sister about him.)
3. "Actually... You'll be be a part of Chloe's friend Darcy" (Avery decides that gluing Tyler to her or Chloe isn't enough, she then cooks some brownies before offering them to Darcy and Chloe, making sure that Tyler ended up in one on Darcy's plate.)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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