However, as fate was wont to do, a cruel twist spelled out disaster. You were still thoroughly trapped and hidden away, a surprisingly hefty amount of breast flesh pinning you down from above, when Avery apparently got tired of lying on her back. Still happily dreaming, Avery let out a cute groan of discomfort and flipped over onto her stomach, quickly and efficiently. It happened in the blink of an eye, catching you totally off guard and ruining everything.
By flipping over, all the weight of Avery’s breasts now squeezed down onto you, once more crushing you flat and reducing you to nothing more than a sticker on her sweat-slicked flesh. The weight was immense, and you found yourself completely unable to move a single muscle, or even twitch. The swell of Avery’s chest was far too pronounced for someone at your size to conquer, and your plans to escape had only led to your own defeat.
Just barely, you could hear Avery lightly giggle in her sleep, and some part of you knew that she wasn’t planning on moving again anytime soon. Crushed under the full, overwhelming weight of her breasts, even your most desperate attempts to move or reform were all for naught. Squished away like a mashed, mangled boob sticker, you gave up your hope and plans, and allowed yourself to succumb to the warm embrace and soft caress of Avery’s tits, passing out and sleeping fitfully.
*****
Come morning, it was immediately clear that only one of you had slept restfully. Though you briefly forgot where you were, Avery’s steady heartbeat, coat of sweat, and softness of her flesh reminded you quickly. Testing out your ability to wiggle, you found yourself seemingly engrained to your giantess roommates’ tits even more than before. Apparently, Avery had stayed on her stomach all night since turning, and the hours of pressure had quite thoroughly baked you in place.
This was incredibly distressing, as you were now one step closer to being nothing more than a tattoo on Avery’s skin. Sadly, the culprit was entirely oblivious, and you could feel yourself shaking and jostling around as Avery yawned adorably and rolled herself out of bed. As she sat up, a figurative mountain of flesh fell upon you, squashing you tightly and piling all around you.
“Mhm…oh. Oh! I have the day off! OMG, sweet!” Avery’s bubbly voice came out muffled from under tons of her breast flesh, but you could still make it out. “Guess I’ll shower!”
You and the pink-haired giantesses massive breasts bounced as your captor stood up, and it was immediately clear to you that the scatterbrained girl had totally forgotten all about you. Moving and speaking was impossible crushed this flat, so you mentally begged Avery to remember you and notice you. Your only reply was for Avery to yawn again, stretching her arms upwards as she padded out of her bedroom and towards the bathroom.
As she stretched, her arms pushed against the sides of her prodigious chest, pushing her boobs up just a bit. As they rose, the pressure on you lessened greatly, and you felt yourself rising too. When her stretch finished and gravity took hold again, her boobs claimed you once more, burying you totally and crushing you up into a mangled form on her skin. Or, to be more specific, ONE boob.
By this point, you realized where you were, and it scared you tremendously. During your blind and failed crawl to freedom hours earlier, you’d apparently ended up closer to the bottom of Avery’s tits. When she’d flipped onto her stomach, you’d ended up wedged underneath her left breast, and stayed crushed there all night, your malleable body engraining itself more and more to her smooth, supple skin from all the pressure and hours. Essentially, you were squished up deep in Avery’s left underboob, the folds of her boobs tucking you away and mashing all around you.
Entering the bathroom, Avery giggled at her disheveled bedhead and stripped out of her clothes, while turning on the water in the tub and letting it heat up to incredible temperatures. As soon as she slipped her top off, her humongous, perky breasts hung loose and free. Incredibly, this smooshed you even further into her flesh, as her left tit fell around you, pressing into you and hiding you from the world.
Sure enough, Avery took a passing glance at herself in the mirror, smiled, and then turned around. You weren’t visible in the slightest, mashed as you were into the underside of Avery’s left breast. In fact, even if someone looked at you from below, they wouldn’t see you, as you were crushed up where her boob squished into her chest proper, folded tight. Someone would only notice you if they actually grabbed hold of Avery’s left breast and hefted it up and away from her chest.
Blissfully unaware to the horribly cruel position that her tiny little roommate was in, Avery switched the water from faucet to showerhead and then hopped into the tub, grinning at the searing temperatures that she loved so much. The water cascading down her body, Avery childishly spun in a circle, relishing in the feeling of her routine morning shower rinsing her completely and fully waking her up.
From where you were, only the slightest amount of water actually trickled down Avery’s curvy body and touched you. It singed so hotly that you mentally cried out in pain, only for your pain to be met by Avery singing a happy song, her vocals surprisingly good from someone as airheaded as her. One part of your brain thought of how she really was the total package, save for smarts. The other part of you snidely remarked that it was exactly Avery’s lack of smarts that had put you into this position.
Reaching for a washcloth, Avery dabbled body wash onto the cloth and then began thoroughly scrubbing her body. As she bent to scrub her legs, her boobs squished back into her chest, the weight crushing you doubling as you were squeezed from all sides. It seemed like a welcome reprieve when Avery stood back up, but you soon felt the sensation of her wash cloth approaching, and it dawned on you that this was actually very, very awful instead.
The one redeeming grace to this whole travesty was that you’d been crushed into Avery’s tit back first, so your face was looking out. You’d hoped this would make you just a bit more easy to notice, despite how thoroughly crushed from sight that you were. However, as Avery scrubbed painfully away at you with the washcloth, you realized fate would never, ever cut you break, and would instead find ways to make everything so much more hellish.
Having no reason (in her mind) to be extra-delicate or careful, Avery casually rubbed the cloth all around her boobs, including her underboobs. This meant she dragged the cloth harshly against your body, over and over and over, like you were tiny, flat cheese, and the cloth was a cheese grater. Each pass over your body mangled and smeared your squishy facial features, blurring your vision and muddying your recognizable appearance.
She moved eventually, but the damage was done. Not only did you feel even more engrained into her flesh, but you were significantly harder to spot. All the remained was the slight skin tone difference between you and her breasts, and your faintly visible but contorted facial features. Otherwise, in the span of a single rough night, Avery had just about turned you into the perfect little man tattoo on the underside of her left breast.
Oblivious to her underboob tagalong, Avery spent the rest of her shower scrubbing and treating her hair carefully with the most designer of products. Finished after nearly thirty minutes under the water, Avery emerged like a naked, soaking goddess, and she reached for a nearby towel. With the same carelessness as with the washcloth, she dried off, subjecting you to just a bit more grinding from the rough towel.
Squeaky clean and dry, Avery sauntered back to her bedroom, sparing a quick wave and smile to Quinn, who was on her way off to her job as a lifeguard at the beach. Her twin, Morgan, had already left for work too. Avery reentered her room a minute later, and began digging around for a cute, stylish outfit to wear for her relaxing day off. Her mind spun with ideas for what she could do, ranging from a lazy stay-at-home day, to shopping sprees, or even a full-body massage at the local massage parlor.
As she grabbed clothes, her gaze drifted to the bed, and lingered there. A faint tickling sensation buzzed in the back of the pink-haired giantess’ admittedly fairly empty brain, and she frowned. She felt convinced there was something important she was forgetting, but she couldn’t place her finger on what.
Trapped as you were, glued to Avery’s left underboob, you could only pray her mind put the pieces together. Your flirty, ditzy new roommate was now your only hope left.
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