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 Alice's Wild Trip

   Exhibitionism, Girl Shipped through mail, Breast abuse, consensual

   Alice couldn't help but breathe heavily through the holes in the
Styrofoam keeping her in place.  It was just so exciting, finally being
able to try out her fantasy after months of searching out people to help
her on the internet.  She was completely helpless her body trapped in
Styrofoam so she couldn't move it, taped into a plain brown cardboard box
for shipping, some air holes inconspicuously cut into the box itself, the
only real clues that she might be inside were currently suspended in the
air beneath her as a friend from the internet carried her to the post
office drop off counter.  Those clues her large breasts, breasts which hung
entirely out in the open air below her, and would be easily seen by anyone
who decided to bend down to tie their shoe, or who dropped something and
looked at the box.  Not to mention anyone far enough away from her who
looked at her box from the side.

   Alice could feel her cunt heat up in excitement from the mere thought of
being caught, she knew when she was finally unpacked the memories of doing
this would be incredible.  The friends holding her were strong, but every
once in a while they had to shift her around to get a better grip on the
package, each time possibly showing a shocking flash of her unbound white
tits to the other customers.

   It was the wait which was the worst part, every few minutes she could
feel her friends move forward a foot or two carrying her with them, unable
to respond if someone discovered her.  Suddenly she was moving forward
further than a few mere feet as her friends carried her to the counter,
placing her atop it.  Alice tried not to wince as her large breasts were
crushed between the box and the counter beneath her.  Any loud noises would
give her away and stop the plan before it started.  Alice's heart started
to race, she knew that had arranged for someone on the inside to help get
her through without inspection, but that wouldn't matter if she didn't get
past the front desk.  From outside Alice's box it was hard to tell she was
in it, but the way that the box shifted somewhat unevenly on the counter
and the small layer of tit crushed between her weight and the counter was
just barely visible to someone who looked.  Alice tried to savor the
sensation of her tits being forced almost as flat as a pancake,, but just
then, the postal worker grabbed hold of the box.  Alice couldn't make out
what the obviously older man was saying, but the sensation of being lifted
and moving forward was enough to tell her what was happening, the next
thing Alice could feel was the sensation of her breasts pressed flat again,
this time against a cold metal sheet, the large mounds being squeezed tight
between it and her boxed up body.

   Alice couldn't tell that the post office employee had put her on the
scale to weigh the package for shipping exactly, but she was fairly sure
that was what had happened, especially as she was lifted up yet another
time by a pair of employees with shaky hands.  Alice's sense of balance was
thrown off as she tilted sideways, breasts out, clearly visible to to any
customer looking past the post office counter, each breast hanging down
towards the boxes bottom, now her right side.  All it would take would be a
cursory glance at the box to see them, there wasn't even the box itself
protecting her.  Alice only had time for her breath to hitch in excitement
before she was dropped suddenly, breasts first, onto a conveyor belt made
up of large rolling steel tubes powered by a motor and covered in
vulcanized rubber.  Alice took a second to get used to her new position,
her face was aimed towards the rear of the belt, the rest of her body on
it's side legs bent so her knees faced towards her destination.  Her overly
large tits which hung just over the edge of the belt, easily visibly to
anyone passing by, her right nipple and the tip of the breast brushing
against the gears below them.  Alice gave a start as the belt started
moving, the warm rubber gripping the right side of her right tit, now
pointed down and flush with the belt, securely.  Her right nipple sagged
over the edge, brushing the exposed gears and edges of the rollers of side
of the the belt.  The soft persistent rumble of the gears forced her
package onward down the belt, her breast barely scraping against the
whirring gears as they lay exposed to the hot air inside the post office,
the Bright fluorescent lights shining directly on them making the sweat on
them glisten slightly.  That came to a halt when the belt changed angle
enough for her nipple to get caught in the angle where the Belt turned
direction, the shift closing the belt in enough that Alice's right breast
was carried directly into the gears of the next section of the belt,
pinching it painfully between the gear teeth.  Alice's breath hitched in
her throat as the box began to drag, stretching her abused tit between the
gears that had grabbed it and the box as it tried to move forward.  Alice
could feel the box begin to turn in place, something that could easily
attract people's attention, after all, normally the packages shifted
seamlessly to the next belt.  Alice's heart began to race as she wondered
if someone would have to free her manually, every second the pulling grew
harsher, the teeth biting into the flesh of her tit, crushing her nipple
painfully, stretching her breast out further than before.  She could almost
picture what was happening as she felt the tip of her tit being chewed on
and pulled further in by the gears even as her box pulled her body, and the
base of her right breast away causing the middle of her massive mound to
stretch out painfully.  If anyone glanced in her direction they'd see it
immediately.  Alice wondered if anyone would see, almost hoping that
someone would free her even if it did mean getting caught.  Then, with a
pop that Alice felt more than heard, the young girl's breast pulled free of
the gears, allowing her to gain momentum again continuing her journey down
the belt.

   Alice continued down the belt, her abused tits rapidly reddening with
marks of where the gears bit into them.  The slight touches of the gears
painful against her newly sensitive titflesh.  Then almost as suddenly as
it started, Alice jerked to a stop at the end of the belt.  Though Alice
couldn't see it a man had noticed her protruding tits and immediately
approached the box.  Alice tried to draw back in shock as she felt the
man's large hands pull on her tits.  A second later, she remembered where
she was, he must be their man on the inside.  She couldn't help but be a
bit surprised that he was feeling her up so blatantly, but there really
wasn't anything she could do about it.  The man's hands were roaming all
about her breasts, squeezing them so hard that her flesh seeped through his
fingers.  Alice gasped, due to the recent abuse her tits had gone through,
the man's fingers stung where they kneaded her tits, especially when he
pinched and pulled her nipples.  He was saying something, but she couldn't
make out what it was through the layers of cardboard and Styrofoam
surrounding her.  Alice was annoyed that she had been stopped but the
strangely painful sensations as the man used her tits for his own amusement
were becoming oddly pleasant.  Alice was completely unprepared when the
man, after removing one hand from her tits, squeezed down, hard.  Alice
gasped out at the pain, the shock of the sudden pressure almost enough to
make her miss the box turning with her inside.  The man had used her breast
as a hand hold as he twisted the box so that her body was now pointed down,
her tits directly below her now.

   The man was shouting something now, but Alice still couldn't make out
what it was, the pain of being manhandled now fading as the man let go of
her breasts.  The next sensation was strange, it felt hard and wet and
square as it pressed against her tit, in a strangely textured fashion.  The
man had just hit her less abused breast with an ink stamp, declaring that
her package was okay to ship.  Alice's annoyance subsided a bit as the man
called out again.  As the box started to move unevenly from either side
Alice realized he must have been calling another employee to help carry
her. Alice felt the excitement crawl up her spine, another person was
carrying her, all it would take was one slip of the hands dropping her and
she might be revealed.  It felt likely to, the other employee was
constantly readjusting his grip, causing her dangling tits to sway and
smack lightly against each other with each new movement.

   It took more than a minute, but suddenly Alice's position changed, first
she was tossed lightly onto a flat metal surface, the abrupt impact against
her abused right breast causing her to almost cry out before she caught
herself.  The inside man was saying something now but she wasn't sure what.
Whatever it was, she could feel the ground creaking below her as someone
climbed up into the storage area of what must be the truck she had landed
in and started pulling at her box.  She was turning again, this time she
was almost doing a handstand.  Blood started rushing to her head as that
side of the box was set against the floor, leaving her breasts extremely
visible from the entrance, all that blocked them, unknown to Alice, was the
body of her inside man.  She was twisting again, so that her breasts were
now sideways to the opening of the truck.  She could feel the inside man
fondling her tits again, as well as a sliding sound as he lifted and
squeezed her mounds.  Something was touching what was normally the top of
her bare breasts, as the inside man lifted them.  Something other than the
Man's rough fingers, Alice realized.  As it pinched the very base of the
top of her breasts slightly against the box she realized what it was, an
even smaller box.  Almost as soon as she felt the pinch it was gone, the
inside man jerking her nipples sharply out in order to pull the pinched
skin from between the boxes, before dropping her tits to let them smack
softly against the coarse cardboard beneath them.

   Then he left her there.  Her breasts completely exposed, clearly visible
against the brown packaging below them, the only defense that they were
generally below eye level.  Alice's heart began to race, faster and faster
for almost a minute while nothing happened, then she felt something slam
into her tender tits.  A package dropped from above her had landed on them,
almost knocking the breath out of her lungs from the surprising force.  The
package was heavy, but it wasn't heavy enough to squish her breasts
completely, and After a second Alice realized that her breasts were once
more concealed.  She heard a voice coming from right next to her, not her
inside man this time, someone different, and annoyed.  The package pressed
against her breasts harder this time, as if someone were pushing it down
with their hands, but it only caused the abused mounds to press in a little
bit.  The employee was still annoyed that the Box he had just placed wasn't
sitting right.  He lifted his foot and stomped on it, pressing Alice's tits
underneath the box so that the stretched out touching cardboard both above
and below, squishing them uncomfortably hard.  The box was wedged in now,
unable to simply pop out and relieve the pressure.  Soon after that came
another package, pressing down further, smushing her large tits flatter and
flatter as another package was stacked upon that as well until her tits
were as flat as they could get.

   There was another loud sound that Alice couldn't place, and then the
engine of the truck started to rumble through the floor.  The ride started
with a bump, causing the packages to lift and fall back onto her sore tits
again, momentarily stunning her.  "Ah!" she was alone now, it was okay to
speak, but the exclamation was still barely loud enough to reach past the
confines of her box.  It was getting hotter and hotter in the truck, the
metal walls surrounding the packages warmed by the hot summer sun.  as the
ride dragged on boredom began to set in, punctuated every so often by
another bump in the road or a pothole that sent the packages crashing back
on her abused chest.

   Alice wasn't sure how long it took, but eventually came to a stop and
the trunk opened up.  The first indication she had this this wasn't just a
stop for a different package was when a man picked her package up by the
top of it, near her legs and pulled it out.  Alice winced as her abused
tits were yanked out from underneath the packages crushing them, dislodging
one from the movement.  It clattered on the ground near the postman's feet.
Alice's breath stopped for a second in shock.  This was it, The postman
would look to see why the package fell and see her exposed tits.  He'd
discover her!  But after a sound like someone kicking a package across a
metal floor, the postman just dragged her package out of the truck.  It was
sort of disorienting at first, being pulled by her feet so that the corner
of the box in front of her face dragged against the ground, her large
nipples being hit by small stones and gravel as she was pulled across the
asphalt beneath her.  It wasn't too bad until her breasts suddenly hit the
curb shushing them between the box and the concrete next to them.  As the
postman pulled the box up onto the curb Alice's reddened tits were pressed
firm against the box, pulled down until her nipples were flush with the
corner dragging on the ground.  When the box was finally pulled onto the
curb her tits were firmly beneath it, the undersides of her poor abused
breasts dragged across the ground below her.  Every out of place stone
sending a new note of pain through them even as the coarse concrete rubbed
them almost raw.

   Alice could just barely make out the sound of a doorbell as the postman
rested her box on it's side so that her breasts were crushed between her
weight and the ground below.  It seemed like hours of discomfort, but it
must have only been a minute or two before the door opened and her friend
signed for her package.  She could hear her friend call out and then she
was moving again her tits scraped against the tiny step into the house and
then dragged against the lush carpeting fast enough to add rug burn to the
list of abuses that they had endured.  It was finally over, now all that
was left was for her to be unpacked, assuming she had been delivered to the
right place of course.  If not...  well the next five minutes would be
extremely interesting.

   The first sign that she was being unpacked was the ripping sound that
echoed through her packaging as one of her friends cut through the tape
above her back with a small box cutter.  Alice had been packed in enough
foam packaging that the box cutter had no chance of hitting her, but the
sudden loosening of pressure on her back that she didn't even realize was
there was exceedingly pleasant.  Next they tipped the box on the side so
that she was resting on her own side on the floor, her left breast curved
so that the nipple was just barely trapped between the box and the ground.
The next sensation she felt was one of pulling, she could feel the foam
being slid out from the box that had held her over the course of her trip,
her breasts being pulled with her, yanked from beneath the box and scraped
through the hole cut in the cardboard to accommodate them.  The pressure
around her was loose, she could probably burst out of it herself, but she
didn't want to, she wanted to be unpacked.  The first breath of fresh air
against her skin hit her as her friend pulled one half of the foam mold
holding her away from her body, revealing her to the entire room.  The
light was bright after being in the box so long, and Alice had to squint
for a few seconds before her eyes got used to it.  There were her friends,
Dan was unpacking her, Lilly taking pictures of her with an old film
camera. She was free now, and more than anything there was something
extremely pressing to deal with.  Alice rolled over on her back and placed
her feet against the soft carpeted floor.  The new position exposed her
entire body to the camera, everything from her incredibly red tits to her
long slender legs was visible to the camera.  That thought brought Alice's
mind back to the pain that her poor abused Tits were in.  She quickly
cupped them in her hands, pressing her hot red flesh and poor super
sensitive nipples against the comparatively cold skin of her fingers as she
stood up and faced her friends.  It was an odd sight for the camera alice
Cupping her tits like that, they were almost beet red against her pale
skin, the stiff red nipples poking through her fingers as Alice Winced at
the initial Contact.  "Owww!  That stings!" Alice hissed out before
smiling, "So?  Any ideas on how to get me back home now?"