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Chapter 11 by Yellowjacket7

What's next?

It's Gone

Megan hung there, suspended for what felt like an eternity. Her mind flashed with images of the storeroom door opening and someone walking in to find her trapped and exposed. She could feel her ample bosom pressing against the thin fabric of her bra, were her breasts spilling out? Would someone walking in get a view of her nipples as well as her underwear?

She didn't have time to dwell on the images of her confinement, as the sound of ripping fabric rang through the air.

One moment she was hanging there, the next she was crashing down to the floor, her T-Shirt now torn fabric still caught in the cieling.

As she hit the floor, the images in her mind came true, her bra shifting with the impact her breasts bouncing out of their containment, suddenly flashing the empty room.

Megan knelt there on the floor for a few seconds, panic welling in her mind, feeling herself close to tears. In less than half an hour she'd been almost completely stripped.

Forcing herself to her feet, she quickly adjusted her bra, at least offering her some protection from the exposure, when a thought struck her. She had another shirt, one she took off before she began her ill fated climb into the ceiling.

What's next?

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