Teaser: Hole-y Mary
#10 of Teasers
Mary Madsen has made a mistake, getting trapped in a very vulnerable position! One young soul decides to take advantage of her!
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Mary Madsen groaned as she hung up the phone, sliding on her work-out shorts and grabbing a hammer and nails. Not again - the neighbors complaining about her dog Muffles getting into their yard. That dog wouldn't learn to leave the back fence alone! Her husband was supposed to be the one taking care of stuff like this, but since he was at work, it was once again up to the black pantheress.
With her sixteen-year-old son Marc out of the house, too, she was alone, pulling a tattered, paint-covered shirt over her black fur. She didn't bother with shoes. She found a replacement board to patch up the hole and headed to the back yard, flicking her long tail in irritation. She could be exercising or watching T.V., either of which would help her handle her heat better than this stupid chore. It wasn't Muffles fault the neighbor's kept their bitch intact. Of course he was going to dig right through solid wood to get through. Where was the little scoundrel anyway?
The hole was bigger than last time, about a foot and a half wide and a foot tall. Mary could see the last time she'd boarded the hole, the slat lying uselessly on her side of the fence. The dog just pried right through the nails. Maybe if she could fasten it from the other side of the fence, he couldn't get through it so easily? The eight foot tall fence was completely covered, and the young mother would be happy if she never saw her backyard neighbors again. Or heard their rotten kids. Growling, she crawled down on her hands and knees, peering through the hole.
Poking her head through the hole, she just barely fit. She popped her head out and pushed the new wooden slat, hammer, and a few nails through as well. If she nailed one side of the slat in place from this end, she could pull back through and drop it down into place, letting her get at least one nail from the other side without having to deal with the neighbors directly. Would it stop Muffles forever? Probably not, but if they wanted the job done right, it really ought to be her husband, Karl doing the repairs.
Mary grunted as she poked through again, squeezing one arm and then the other through the hole. It was...a bit...tight. She scraped her armpits on the slats, but managed to get through - other than her ample breasts. They were still squeezed up against the wood on her side of the fence. Mary tried to swivel and put the new wooden slat into place, but didn't have much room to finagle. Her tight, elastic shorts showed off her smooth rump, her tail still flicking in irritance. She struggled once more to reach over and place the wood in the right place, but she needed to get just a LITTLE further through - just one more inch.
Mary gasped as she felt a strong push from behind, her rump shoved forward. Whatever it was, Mary pushed through the fence the rest of the way, but five inches, not one, her breasts squished through the small hole. With a pop, she was stuck around the midsection. At least she wasn't squished on all sides anymore, but she wasn't sure she could squeeze her breasts BACKWARDS through the hole. "Karl?" she yowled, wondering if her husband had finally listened to her frequent requests that he come home earlier from work.
No response from her husband aside from a firm little nudge beneath her tail. Face flushed, Mary squirmed in protest. "What are you doing!?" she yelped. Her voice could carry over the tall fence, but it was sure to be muffled.
Muffles. It wasn't Karl at all, but that damned mutt!