Jen lay on the floor, exhausted, scared and confused. Her impossibly heavy belongings scattered all around her. Her skirt was flipped up over her ass, her panties pushed to one side and her pussy exposed to the street behind her, fortunately the street seemed deserted and Jen was too terrified by what had just happened to do think about covering herself.
“I… I just… a whole… bottle of coke…” Jen sobbed, experimentally reaching a hand back to feel her pussy. Terrified she would find it horribly stretched or injured she instead found her pussy had returned to the normal neat tightness she was used to.
But Jen had little time to contemplate what was happening to her before she felt a sudden growing weight on her body. Lying sprawled out and face down on the sidewalk she started to realise her clothes felt heavier on her back.
“Oh god… please no… not that!” she cried weakly as the weight started to increase uncomfortably, almost painfully, pushing down on her and crushing her breasts into the sidewalk. It felt as though her clothes were rapidly gaining weight, when in reality she was simply getting weaker and weaker. It was becoming harder and harder for Jen to move and while her clothes could never crush her body, she was rapidly becoming too weak to be able to move them herself.
“I’ll be trapped!” Jen cried, looking around desperately she could see no one in sight that could help her. If she waited any longer her clothes might as well have been made from solid metal, moulded perfectly to her form, for all the movement they would allow her.
With no time to think about the consequences Jen heaved with all her might and managed to shuffle backwards on her hands and knees out of her cheerleading top, which piled on the street in front of her. Lifting her breasts from the floor had caused her impossibly heavy bra to dig painfully into her back which she quickly removed and watched as it dropped gently to the floor. Her perky teenage breasts bounced free as she arched her back and gasped gratefully at the freedom.
Now topless in a public street Jen could do nothing to stop the rapidly increasing weight of her skirt and panties. With a final surge of strength she managed to stand up, pushing her skirt and panties down her legs until they pooled at her feet. Her shaved pussy, toned ass and long slender legs exposed to the world. Still sobbing weakly to herself, her pussy throbbing and pink from pushing out a whole coke bottle, her stomach tingling from swallowing the dollar bill, Jen could only look around with wide eyes in total panic.
The completely naked teenager covered herself and crouched protectively, wearing just her sneakers and school socks, her panties and skirt pooled around her ankles in a pile, still weighing down on her feet. With the impossible weight now gone from her body Jen tried to slip her feet free from the last of her clothes, now realising that if she didn’t, she was no longer strong enough to move her shoes, which would leave her effectively trapped as though she was ankle deep in concrete.
“Oh god please… I just need to get home…” She begged quietly to herself, tugging on her shoes with her feet as she heard the sounds of someone approaching from around the street corner…