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 busty young woman, she suddenly realized that she knew her name and how she got into this awkward situation.

With bated breath, she watched the story unfold.

"Just think of it as a punitive measure." They said, "It's practically free reign of the house, and trust me, it's better than being locked up."

Eight months later, and she wasn't so sure about that last part, "Nnnf... nnnngh!" She grunted, trying to lower herself down far enough to reach the back of the freezer, yet every inch lower she knelt as another inch of tightness her tits had to endure. Already they were red, and whenever she reached her cold, cold hands up to soothe them, she could feel the tension was making them warmer, "I said... put frozen meals... at the front..." She grunted, cursing those delivery drivers who kept her food stocks up. Though really, it was the courts whom really earned her ire, for as she lowered down another half-inch, the wire-like string that encircled both her tits cinched that little bit tighter, and **** her to arc her back awkwardly towards the ceiling, from which the string was suspended.

No... another fifteen minutes of struggling to get that last box of dumplings wasn't worth it... she'd just have to have a meal of white rice and nothing.

"Hhhhngh..." She gasped as she rose back up, feeling at least some relief from having her tits no longer be hoisted skyward. At least, not as much. They were still made to hang slightly as the string retracted at the slightest loss of tension, the sudden lift, followed by abrupt stop caused her swollen, orb-like tits to wobble for a moment, now almost appearing to defy gravity as she walked. They jostled about as she rinsed the rice, the tension that she'd created from forcing the string to tighten into an ultra-tight loop slowly relaxing, but it was a slow process, and all she could do to help it along was to dab water on herself, hoping to slicken things up.

"Nngh!" She grunted as she sat down. Or rather, kneeled in her armchair, just high enough to keep her breasts from being too tightly while she ate. It was almost monk-like, she thought, eating plain rice while kneeling. She hadn't even turned on the tv or any other entertainment, she simply allowed herself to whittle away the minutes, just looking forward to sleep. At least while she was ****, hours could drift by in the blink of an eye.

And so... when she finally lay back in bed... pillow soft, the lowered railing of the string allowing her to lie down without too much tit-tension... she was able to drift off and--

C-CRACK!!

She yelped as she felt herself falling, the frame of her bed dropping her and her mattress towards the floor with a thump! But... only one thump. She winced as she felt her upper body being suspended, her tits more tightly bound than they'd ever been. Red and taut, and managing to hold up almost half her body weight by themselves. Almost instinctively she tried to pull herself up by the string. Yet...

Ending 1: It was no use... there was simply nothing to grip onto, and with her mattress being too soft for her to get leverage with which to stand up... she was going to be in for a long night.

Ending 2: "ANTI-TAMPER ACTIVATED" Came a robotic voice from above, followed by a whip-like sound as the string was retracted up at lightning speed. She kicked her legs in a flutter as she was yanked right up to the ceiling.

"N-N-No no!!" She cried, hammering her fists at the device as she hung two feet above the floor, tits being tightened an extra half-inch by the machine trying to pull her even closer to the top, but her tits getting in the way, jammed part way into the railing, where bumps and gear-teeth were pressed into them on all sides. Great... now she'd be here until the precinct sent someone to check on her... she was going to be in for a long night.

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