This choice: that no one can see it if she keeps her bra on, forgets all about it. • Go Back...Chapter #7A Girl's Insecurity by: Unknown You hoped that Mary finally noticing you after so long would be the key to your rescue. You had waited and dreamed for this moment for all those long weeks, and you would confident that your time to be saved had arrived. Unfortunately, thoughts of you didn’t cross Mary’s mind at all. All she saw on her breast was an awkward dark spot, an unfortunate beauty mark.
“What in the world?” Mary cried. “When did I get a beauty mark on my breast?” Her words sent chills down your spine, as you knew that your fate was still concealed from her. Normally, Mary would have immediately connected the dots between the mark and you, but it had been so long since she had last seen you. For every day that passed, you slipped further and further from her thoughts.
“It looks so ugly!” Mary gawked, unintentionally crushing your spirits. Mary held one breast in each hand, and bounced them up and down. She pressed them together over and over, squashing you with her massive flesh globes repeatedly. She examined her cleavage from multiple different angles, trying to decipher how obvious her new beauty mark was.
“How easy is this to see?” Mary mused aloud. She strutted over to her mirror, and checked herself out. To her dismay, you were fairly easy to spot, just barely poking out from her cleavage. Mary sighed. “I wonder if a bra would cover this up.” Mary grabbed the closest bra, and began to put it on. She tied it around her back, and the bra compressed her breasts tightly together. You were cast into complete darkness once more, surrounded on all sides by Mary’s warm flesh.
Mary squealed with delight, jumping up and down with joy. Her boobs quivered and shook like crazy, tossing you around with her flesh in a dizzying manner. Mary’s laughter caused her skin to ripple, breast flesh slapping against your tiny body. Finally, she calmed down, her body slowly back to normal. Just then, Mary had another thought.
“Wait a second! What if I wear a bikini? Or what if I’m changing in the locker room at school?” Mary slapped her forehead. “Oh my god! Everyone would see that ugly mark then!” Mary sank onto her bed in defeat. Your hopes were beginning to rise once more. Sure, your own girlfriend didn’t recognize you, which was bad. However, you now knew that you had a greater chance to be spotted by someone else, hopefully your mother.
Mary sighed in an exasperated manner, but stopped when her gaze fell on her makeup kit. Her eyes lit up like fireworks, and she jumped out of her bed. She ran over to her makeup kit, and pulled out her foundation.
“This is perfect! This solves all my problems!” Mary declared, readying her brush and foundation. You had no idea what was going on until light once more entered your world. Mary had pried apart her breasts with one hand, and was holding a brush in the other. The brush was coated in tan colored foundation, and your blood ran cold.
Mary pressed the brush against your body, and you mentally screamed as the freezing cold makeup touched your skin. Mary painted the entirety of your body, rubbing you up and down with the foundation makeup. By the time she was finished, every inch of your body had been coated in a tan coloring. Your odd discoloration had been covered up, and you now
blended perfectly in with Mary’s breasts.
Mary let her breasts slam back together, and you cursed fate for this cruel new twist. Your oblivious girlfriend had just sentenced you to much more time with her glorious tits, without even knowing. You had been so close to salvation, only to have it mercilessly ripped away at the last second.
Mary went about her day like normal, ecstatic that her horrible beauty mark had been covered up. The day after that passed, and so did the next day. The days turned back into weeks, with you suffering deep in her cleavage the entire time. Whenever the foundation washed or chipped off, Mary would simply apply a fresh new coat.
Two months later, Mary yawned as she woke up. She rolled out of bed, and walked toward her makeup kit. You were once more visible to the world, so she was preparing to cover you up, just as she had done many, many times before. Mary opened her makeup kit, and reached for her foundation.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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