Left Door (Author: Ring-the-Gagged)

It felt as if her body dissolved into a mist of nothingness. It was eerie, hovering in mid-air, mind perfectly clear and all-knowing. She was still trying to make sense of her surroundings when she spotted the exact scene pictured in the image just a few feet away and excitedly levitated over there.

Hovering right in front of the young lady clad in rope, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

"I know you said --nn, ow-- they look good like this, but --tssst-- th-these knots are starting to get a little much!" Came Mami, trying her best to act cute, composed, and just a little bit coquettish, though her occasional squeaks and jitters were both helping and hindering her efforts, "What kind of knot is this? I've been trying to get it off for an hour!"

"Ummm..."

"Maybe if I just pull this part it'll-- Mmnngh! H-H-Help, these are getting t-tender..." She whimpered, making another effort to undo her bindings, only to cause the knotting to tighten further, making several bubbles of boobage spill out more, in some cases enough to obscure the rope between them.

"Y-You haven't been pulling at those knots too much, have you?"

"What else would I be doing? Nnngh..." She groaned, slipping her finger between some of the rope to try and relieve the tension on her left tit, only to feel things squeeze tightly down upon her nipple as the knots were pulled tighter elsewhere, "Fffff... W-Why?"

"Well... your tits have been growing a lot lately... so I couldn't get the ropes to bind properly so I used a..."

"A w-what?" She asked, knees shaking as she fought to try and free her trapped nipple through haggard gasps.

"...A Gordian Strangler Knot... I-I mean it's--"

"A-- WHAT!?" Mami's eyes went wide, "You can't undo a Gordon Strangler, only tighten it until it slips through itself! Why would you--"

"I-It's fine! I mean... as long as you didn't tighten it beyond the point of no return, you should be--"

"MMMP!" Came a loud squeak from Mami, lurching forward a bit, some of her larger titty-bulges wobbling about, while the more restricted ones gave just a single bounce before their sheer tension caught up to them. And then... to a pair of wide, fear-struck eyes... a single length of rope came loose, swinging down between Mami's tits.

The 'safety' had come undone all by itself. One tiny bit of imperceptible growth from Mami's late-blooming tits had sealed the deal.

"I-I'll... k-kill..." Mami seethed, her face starting to turn as red as some of her bulging flesh as she took an angry step towards you, "I'll kill-- NNNRRGH!!"

With a quick little tug of that rope, Mami's tits were given a mighty squeeze, stopping her "H-Hey! No need to be mad, Mami... the extra tension can't be good for you! I mean... at least now you can skip shopping for a new bra tomorrow~"

Mami tried to glare, but was quivering so much she could barely look annoyed, much less intimidating. Her lower lip practically shivering, her body breaking out in a sweat to the point where her tits were glistening. From now on, that little length of rope was her leash.

...All she could do was hope that her tits didn't have too much growth left in them.

Suddenly, a gust of wind grabbed Becca and pulled her back through the door.