This choice: Melanie enjoys her beach trip, and you are trapped the whole time. • Go Back...Chapter #6Melanie enjoys her beach trip, and you are trap... by: Kentwolf   Melanie was glad her long car drive was over, it had been so boring sitting alone for all those hours, little did she know that she had a companion for the entire trip tucked under her bikini top. She grabbed her bag after she parked up and walked out onto the hot sand, feeling it shift between her toes with every step. Her breasts jiggled in their bikini cups but this was a heavy duty bikini and her monster breasts were kept under control. You felt the tightness bounce against you with every movement your unnaware assistant took, your face crushed tight against her nipple like the pasty you appeared to be.
You silently prayed that she might try to tan topless, thus peeling you and your twin from her flesh for long enough to reform, but it was not to be. Melanie laid down her towel and sat on it, enjoying the sunshine as she lotioned herself up. Once she was glistening however, still in her bikini, she simply got out a book and put on her sunglasses. Soon enthralled in her story, she just relaxed in the sunshine. You had no idea what she was doing but whatever it was, it was arousing her. Her nipple hardened, poking into you, but in the tightness of the bikini you continued to hold it flat against you. It was a very uncomfortable position.
It was Many hours later that she even moved, heading to the ice cream stall to get something to cool off. Her breasts once again bouncing against you. Never before had you felt such pity for the life of a pasty, it was torture. While Melanie cooled off with a nice ice cream, you were baking hot held under her top, your skin clinging to her pores like velcro. You worried about what Jack must be thinking, wondering where you had gone. You hoped he was safe at his girlfriends, maybe he wouldn't even have noticed you missing yet. That was only comforting as you didn't want him upset, but it did mean that no one would be looking for you. Not that they were likely to find you like this anyway.
Finally, the sun began to set and Melanie got back in her car, starting the long drive home. You could do nothing but vibrate along with her breasts from the transmission of the car. When she got home, she took off her bikini, it was like someone lifted a house off your back as its crushing pressure vanished. You heard her humming to herself as her fingers pinched at your edge, peeling you off with ease.You stared helplessly at her as she held you up, unaware this black little pasty was her boss.
Melanie gave her pasty a wipe down with a wet wipe before tucking it back into the pack and did the same with its twin, unaware that she had just trapped you back inside the prison of the pasty packet. She put the packet away in the drawer and slid the drawer shut before heading to the shower to wash off the remaining lotion.
You mentally cried, trapped again in the tight little packet you knew you wouldn't be reforming in here. Trapped until she needed to use the pasty she thought you were again. Given that you were one amongst ten, it could be a while before you were let back out. Helpless to do anything, you mentally burst into tears knowing that you were not going anywhere for quite a while.
Melanie didn't need to wear pasties every day, as her bras tended to be padded enough to hide her nipples. You spent day after day in the drawer, watching the brief glimpses of light as she opened it to grab her underwear for the day. About once a week, probably at the weekends but you had lost track of time in the drawer, she would take a pair of pasties out of the packet, never using you as you were originally at the back of the pack. She always tucked the used ones to the back of the pack so you were slowly making your way to the front of the pack where it would soon be your turn again.
This wasn't exactly a thrilling idea, but it would get you out of the pack again. Maybe this time you would have a chance at escaping. Finally, after who knows how long trapped in the packet, A topless Melanie plucked you and your twin out from the packet and once again, pressed you face first against her nipple. The giant nub of flesh pressed tight against you as you clung to her pores. You felt the extreme pressure of her bikini top crush you firmly against her skin signalling that you were going to spend another day at the beach or maybe the water park. You really hoped she would take the infernal top off at some point so you had a hope. You didn't want to return to the pasty packet again.
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