An earthquake!

Suddenly the ground began to shake. It started with a tremor that made the walls creak. The tremor was followed by a series of loud bangs. Brea didn't know what was going on but something deep inside of her was convinced that it was quite appropriate to panic. She felt the lips disengage. The man shouted something, clearly in panic, too, and dashed out of the room. The shaking only got worse.

Then the whole room crumbled, the floor breaking away, a chasm opening up below her. Brea skidded downward, only held up by her still trapped, awfully swollen breasts. She could now see the cafe below, see panicking people dashing out of the doors. Nobody seemed to notice the weird cow-girl with her huge, comical head hanging from her trapped tits.

And then the wall gave in as well. Brea saw the thin wooden sheets move, felt them squeeze her captured flesh even further. The pain was excruciating. The wall suddenly tilted and crashed down, taking the girl with it.

Brea screamed, her voice already hoarse, her tits the only thing keeping her from falling. The girl was dangling above the floor, her hands desperately searching for something to hold on, her boobs about to burst. Brea screamed for help, shouted and yelled but no one seemed to care.

Finally her fingers found a tiny ledge, a small, protruding piece of wood. Too small for her to hold on. She reacted quickly, grabbing her leotard's shoulder piece and yanking it over the little nook to lessen the strain on her hurting bosom.

The stupid cow head was already pretty banged up and repeatedly got in the way until Brea finally managed to pull it off. She threw it down into the vacated cafe, happy to see a bit more of what was going on. Her head was still pressed uncomfortably against the wooden barrier above and her neck hurt already.

She felt the leotard strain and desperately tried to get more of the material onto the little hook. But it was in vain. Before long, the skimpy piece of clothing tore and bits and pieces of it sailed down to the destroyed room, leaving her hanging from her tits again, now naked. Only the shoes were still on her.

Brea was in panic. Slowly the thought settled in that it could be over, that this was how she would go out, hung by her own tits during a freak earthquake. But then she felt something on her trapped melons, someone was poking into her taut, bloated balls of fire. She heard somebody shout.

The strained wall trembled, Brea felt the tight openings around her breasts change shape again, squashing different parts of her flesh. The wall seemed to shift, the hidden gap in the middle moved downward a bit. Brea feared the whole thing would collapse any moment, taking her with it.

The shouting got louder and more urgent. There was movement down the cafe. A group of men entered. They brought a large ladder with them and put it up quickly. The exhausted girl stepped on it, finally able to relieve her breasts from the strain. The guys looked at her with wide eyes, discussing something with a lot of giggling in between. Brea couldn't understand a word but assumed they were surprised by the strange situation she was in. It surely had to be the first time they had to rescue someone trapped by their own breasts, naked.

She felt something poke into her tits again, heard faint mumbling. Someone squeezed her invisible udders from above. She heard someone laughing. Another hand squeezed her, then something harder, less careful hit her. Was someone stomping on her tit?

Suddenly a loud noise filled the building, a chainsaw cut into the wood. The blade appeared inches from Brea's eyes. She felt intimidated by the powerful, dangerous tool and tried to step away from it as far as possible.

Which was a mistake. She missed the step, the ladder suddenly tilting and crashing down. Brea screamed in pain as her tits once more were the only thing saving her from the drop. The chainsaw stopped, someone yelled. A group of men appeared below her, quickly putting the ladder up again. Brea found the saving steps, groaning relieved and the chainsaw roared to life.

Soon, the wood trapping her melons got separated from the rest. The men curiously examined the tight rubber binding of her boobs, shaking their heads in disbelief. The bands may have saved her life though, keeping her breasts bloated and swollen enough to not slip through the holes.

A pair of scissors were brought and Brea groaned in relief as the bands were cut away. She was finally free again. The firefighters took the remaining pieces from her and guided her outside. A blanket was wrapped around her naked body and she was brought to hospital. It was all a blur.

Brea was examined thoroughly, pampered and looked after. A kind nurse checked on her every hour and even pumped her breasts once she found out about Brea's special needs. The tired girl slowly recovered and was released a few weeks later, now the proud owner of a brand new breast pump that the kind nurse had given to her so she could drain herself on her own again.

Still shocked by what had happened, the girl resumed her studies. It wasn't much left to do except for a few remaining exams and some serious learning. The only problem once again was money.

Her previous job, the cafe and everything, was no more. She had heard rumors that her old boss even was facing trial for not following mandatory safety standards but she really wasn't interested in any details and just wanted to forget that episode of her life. So she started to search for other jobs again but everyone turned her down citing her limited work permit and the pending end of her studies.

A few days later her roommate announced that she would move out in a few days. Brea was sad to see her go but didn't expect the news to have any lasting impact on her life. She was wrong.