Stuck

Lauren kept trying to cover her chest, but was **** to hold the chains of the swings or risk tipping forwards or backwards. Her bare legs thrashed wildly, small feet kicking. The others at the playground stopped all pretense of activity to watch her and laugh.

Lauren was **** to continue this awkward display for five minutes until Vanessa got tired of pushing her. The swing slowed to a stop and Lauren was finally able to cover her chest, for all the good it did now. She was so humiliated! All these neighbors had seen her little breasts, swinging around wildly! She flushed and clutched her little chest, fingers digging in tightly.

"Here, let's get you out." Vanessa said. She reached under each armpit, causing Lauren to squeal involuntarily. Vanessa yanked upwards, but nothing happened.

"What's wrong?" Asked the mother who approached.

"She's stuck!" Vanessa said. "I told you you were too big for the swings!"

Lauren balked at the lie. She didn't want to swing, her sister **** her too!

"She's been putting on weight lately." Vanessa explained. "As you can see." She pinched Lauren's stomach, causing Lauren to fidget violently.

"Well, she's at that phase, you know?" The mother explained. "Where they need the extra weight to grown into later." Lauren flushed at the implication that she was some pre-puberty child who hadn't filled out yet!

"Here, let me help." The woman said, approaching closer...