You were trying to make out what she was saying, when all of a sudden you felt the soft wall of flesh on either side of you press together just slightly, before stopping. You could tell the girl was standing or sitting still, but that’s it. The girl, unbeknownst to you, had sat down at a rowing machine. She had her chest pressed against a padded support, and held onto handles on either side of the support. As she pulled the handles back, the weights forced her chest against the pad, squashing her breasts flat against it. Deep in her cleavage, you suddenly felt a massive crushing sensation as the girl’s two boobs were mashed together from the pad. You couldn’t move or breath as the girl held this position; you were totally encased by her flesh.
The girl slowly let the weights go forward, and the pressure was released off of her bosom. Her breasts pushed back out to their normal, perky form, as she leaned back from the pad slightly. As her breasts uncompressed, you moaned in pain. You tried wiggling free, but even without the compression of the weights, the girl’s tank top was tight enough to keep you from climbing your way out. Besides that, her flesh was too jiggly and soft to climb: every time you tried to move, you just sunk against her skin, unable to get a grip. The girl giggled as she felt you struggling, and pulled the weights back again. As her chest was pulled forward against the pad, her breasts were pressed together, pinning you in place. You could feel her sweaty flesh pushing against your face, but you couldn’t do anything about it. You couldn’t even turn your head, it was so tight. Your entire body sunk against her soft skin, unable to move as she was pulled forward, not caring at all about the tiny man between her breasts.
The girl was loving every moment of her workout as she felt your tiny body being mashed between her breasts. She slowly repeated the motion, making sure that she supported herself only by her chest, so you would be crushed. At one point, you managed to turn your face away from her breast, so you were looking straight forwards down her cleavage. As she pulled the handles back and her breasts squished together, your face was pinched between her two breasts, which was no better than when you were getting crushed face first against her flesh. Every once in a while you’d hear her giggle, before she pushed her chest against the pad, squishing you again.
After a while of being compressed between the girl’s breasts, she let go of the weights, and sat back a bit, letting her breasts wobble back to normal, and giving you just enough space to not be in total agony. Then she pulled her breasts apart just enough to let a sliver of light down to you. You looked up to see a fraction of her face, high above her chest. She smiles at you, and said teasingly, “Great job! That felt wonderful. So good, in fact, that I think you should be put somewhere more sensitive before my next workout..."
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