Squishy Awakening - Bra TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Melting, Bra, Squishy
The afternoon sun beat down on the pool deck like a punishment. Milana dragged the skimmer net through the water for what felt like the thousandth time, sweat rolling down between her shoulder blades and soaking into her red staff shirt. At twenty-one, she figured summer break should mean sleeping…
The afternoon sun beat down on the pool deck like a punishment. Milana dragged the skimmer net through the water for what felt like the thousandth time, sweat rolling down between her shoulder blades and soaking into her red staff shirt. At twenty-one, she figured summer break should mean sleeping until noon and filming content, not fishing dead bugs out of chlorinated water for minimum wage. 'Money is money,' she reminded herself, blowing a strand of dark hair out of her face. 'Even if this job sucks harder than anything.' Her parents helped where they could. Mom and Dad were always supportive, honestly too supportive sometimes. She missed messing with her mom lately and if she was being real with herself, she missed the views too. The videos of her mother Matilda getting squished, flattened, folded into shapes, poured into containers... those pulled more views than everything else on her channel combined. Every single one. It made Milana grind her teeth a little. Her mom wasn't even trying and she was the star. 'Whatever... I'll find my own thing.' That was when her stomach did something wrong. Not nausea or cramps. It felt like someone had reached inside her and given her guts a slow, gentle stir, like batter folding over itself. Her knees wobbled. The skimmer net clattered against the concrete. She walked over to Dario, the other lifeguard on shift, a lanky guy with sunburned shoulders who was reorganizing the towel cart. "I need a break." He didn't even look up. "Finish the deep end first, then chill." "Dario, I have to go to the bathroom. Right now. It's not negotiable." 'She just wants to sit in the AC and scroll her phone, I know that trick,' he thought, but he sighed and waved her off. "Fine… five minutes." The women's bathroom was empty, humid and smelled like sunscreen and wet concrete. Milana braced herself on the sink and splashed cold water on her face. When she looked up at the mirror, she froze. Her face was pink. Not sunburn pink. Pink pink, like someone had dropped a drop of dye under her skin and it was spreading. She rubbed her cheek hard with the heel of her hand and the color only got deeper, brighter, her skin flushing rose everywhere her fingers dragged. "What the fuck..." The stirring feeling inside her got stronger. Her organs didn't hurt, they just felt loose, like everything in her torso was slowly losing its edges and blending together into one warm clump. Her legs gave out and she sat down hard on the tile floor. **FWUMP** Except it didn't hurt. It didn't feel like hitting tile at all. It felt soft. She scrambled back up and twisted around to look at herself. Her ass was flat. Completely flat, pancaked against the shape of the floor, and as she watched, it slowly puffed back out like rising dough, filling her shorts back in. "No... Nope! This is a dream. This is one of those dreams!" Her hands shook as she stripped down right there in the stall, shorts, staff shirt, everything peeling off her increasingly soft body. Her skin had gone fully pink now, a bright bubblegum shade with a glossy shine to it and when she poked her own thigh, her finger sank in a full inch before the flesh pushed it back out. She looked exactly like her mom did on hot days. That same wet gleam. That same soft, unstable jiggle. 'It needs to be a dream. How is this even possible? Mom took the pills, she made SURE we wouldn't...' Then the melting started. It began at her feet. A warm, spreading looseness, like standing in a hot bath, except the bath was her. Her toes lost their borders first, five little shapes running together into one smooth pink curve, and then that curve spread wider, flattening against the tile. She should have been screaming. Part of her wanted to scream. But it felt good. "Ohhhh~ what... whyyy~" The warmth climbed her calves and they sagged, softened, poured slowly downward like honey off a spoon. Her knees dissolved into the rising puddle. Her thighs, her hips, all of it lost its grip on being solid and slumped down in thick, glossy folds. Every inch that melted sent a shiver up whatever was left of her, a lazy tingling pleasure that pooled at the base of her spine and then took her spine too. **GLORP** Her belly went next, her insides finally finishing their slow stir, everything blending into uniform pink mass. Her breasts sagged, drooped, stretched downward and merged into the puddle with a wet **SHLUP** that made her moan out loud, or bubble out loud, because her mouth was already halfway gone. "Mmmmph~ ahhh~" Her face was the last thing. She felt her cheeks soften, her nose sink inward, her wide panicked eyes turning to swirls of darker pink on the surface of a spreading puddle. Her hair melted into ribbons of deeper rose that swirled through her like syrup in a milkshake. And then Milana was a puddle. A big, glossy, gently bubbling pink puddle spread across the bathroom floor, her staff uniform sitting in a heap at her edge. **BLBLBLB** The bubbles were her trying to talk. It
