This choice: Avery remembers you and actually finds you, but can she free you? • Go Back...Chapter #7Avery remembers you by: bobob1   (Originally Written by Alistair)
As Avery stared at her bed, trying to figure out what exactly it was that she was forgetting. She stood up straight, causing the breast that you to shake and wobble on top of you, battering you into the unyielding surface of her chest.
“Hmmm, what am I forgetting?” Avery pouted as she concentrated on figuring out what she had forgotten. “OMG, duh! I had little cute Hunter with me last night. I bet he had an totes amazing sleep between my boobs last night!”
After realising that you had been with her last night, she glanced around the room briefly.
“... Where is he? Hunter, where are you? Are you still snuggled in?” She parted her mammoth mammaries, dropping her towel to allow herself to make it easier. She inspected the vast valley of her cleavage, but couldn’t find you. “Hmmm, maybe he got washed out in the shower?”
She walked into the bathroom, still nude since she was the only person in the house. After briefly inspecting the bathroom and not finding you, Avery huffed in frustration.
“Where is he? Did that little sneak slip out in the night? Take advantage of my poor little self and then slip out when he got what he wanted,” Avery snickered at her own joke, covering her nude body from no one in particular. After laughing, she went more serious and started to actually think where you could be. “Hmmm, did he mention having a job? Maybe he left already? Yeah that’s probably it. Bummer, I was hoping to spend a little more time with the little cutie. Oh well, he’ll be living with us for a while anyway, plenty of time for more teasing him, he’s so adorable when he gets flustered!”
As you heard this, you realised that you would need to do something to get her attention, otherwise you might be stuck here for a long time. Focusing your efforts, you tried to move as hard as you could. It was difficult to get any movement at all with the hefty weight of Avery’s monumental left breast crushing you under it’s weight. After struggling for almost a minute straight you finally managed a small vibration. You felt Avery jump, startled by the sudden sensation on her breast. Her sudden motion lifted her breast slightly before it suddenly slammed back into position, crushing you once more and silencing your struggles.
“What was that? Wait, is that you Hunter?” Avery seemed to grow more confused when your buzzing stopped, squashed flat once more by her slight jump when you startled her.
Seconds later you felt your breast shift as she slid her hand along her underboob, looking for the source of the buzzing. As her fingers slid over you, you were pressed into the soft flesh of her breast.
“Is that you Hunter? I really hope it is because that feels super weird under there,” Avery didn’t seem to be very concerned, based on the tone of her voice. She sounded more concerned that it wasn’t you currently squished to the bottom of her boob, clearly not grasping how badly you were engrained into her skin. Avery attempted to scratch at you, but you wouldn’t budge from her skin, all she accomplished was hurting you as her polished nails scraped across your skin.
“Ugh, I can’t get a grip on you cutie! Got any ideas?” After a few seconds of waiting on an answer you heard her start to giggle. “Oh wait, duh. You’re, like, totally squished aren’t you. You can’t talk.”
If you could roll your eyes, you would have. How was it possible for Avery to be so ditsy? You thought your Aunt Norah was bad but Avery seemed to be on a whole other level.
“Hold on Hunter, I’ll go get a mirror to see that it’s definitely you,” With that said she let her boob drop back down, smushing you once again into it’s squishy embrace. As she practically skipped to her room to retrieve a small pocket mirror in her dresser, you were battered as her generous chest bounced with every step. With every bounce you felt yourself become slightly flatter, and you feared that Avery would struggle to even recognise you, never mind free you after all the abuse your body had suffered over the last ten hours.
After grabbing the mirror from her dresser, Avery sat at her make-up desk, which had a large mirror placed on top of it. She sat down, jostling you once again, before lifting her breast and using the large mirror on her desk and the small mirror in her hand to start examining the underside of her breast.
“You under there little guy?” You could see Avery through the mirror directly in front of you, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated. You would have found it cute if she wasn’t also the person who put you in this position. You watched Avery look for what felt like three or four minutes, beginning to look increasingly frustrated that she couldn’t find the source of the buzz she felt. Finally her eyes locked with your barely there ones and you saw a faint hint of recognition in her eyes.
“Hey, is that you?” After a few minutes free of pressure, you had managed to reform just enough to buzz in response. Avery gasped. “Wow my boobs did a number on you, huh? We’re they a bit too much for a cute little thing like you to handle? I’m sure you loved snuggling up with them though, I imagine getting all squished by them was worth it, wasn’t it?”
You buzzed in response, trying to tell this colossal airhead that no, it wasn’t worth it, but after feeling your buzz Avery seemed to take it as confirmation of her question.
“I knew my big boobies would make a comfy bed for you little guy, glad you enjoyed it, it was pretty fun for me as well,” she winked at you. How could she still be flirting at a time like this? “Anyway, let’s get you out of there so we can have a fun day together!”
Using her hand that was holding the mirror, Avery started to pick at your body, trying to peel you off her skin. All she achieved was painfully scratching you with her nails and blurring your edges slightly. After a few attempts to free you, you heard Avery sigh in frustration.
“Come on Hunter, why won’t you come off? I know my boobs are nice but jeez, I’ve got stuff to do today!” You couldn’t believe this, she thought you were willingly staying on her breast like this! Your frustration was interrupted by Avery snickering. “Nah I’m just kidding! Seriously though I can’t get you off!”
You could tell by the tone of her voice that she was feeling bad about your predicament. You would have almost felt bad for her if this wasn’t completely her fault.
“And this was my only day off for a while as well, I had so much stuff planned,” she sighed glumly. Not two seconds later you heard her voice perk up. “Omg I’ve got a totes amazing idea...”
You got a sinking feeling, you could probably guess that Avery’s “great idea” would be counterintuitive to getting you freed from her breast. But in the end you had no control over the situation, and just had to hope that Avery would do something to help you.
1) “...we should go visit Morgan at her job, I’m sure she’ll know what to do.”
2) “...we should go to Sanderson Beach, Quinn should be able to help. Plus while we are there I can relax and tan while we are there.”
3) “...I was already planning on going shopping anyway, and I don’t see any way to get you off. So you can just stay there till tonight and we can get you off then.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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