Sarah's Find - Chapter 29

You stay where you all, snugly pinned against her soft skin by the strap of her thong.

It isn't long before you are returned to a familiar sight, her home. She re-enters the house, grabs your jar from the living room table, and quickly travels up the stairs. You glance around as much as you can for signs of her mother, but don't see any. Flashes of that towering woman hunting you down like a hungry predator for its prey makes you shudder. Hopefully the next time you encounter her she'll be more friendly now that she is aware that you aren't some disgusting pest that needs to be crushed with extreme prejudice.

Sarah doesn't take you to the guest room, where your new “home” had been stored, but rather carries you into her bed room, setting the jar on the nightstand next to her bed. It's still full of cotton balls, just as it had been previously. Her fingers then reach to her side and feel around until they touch your head and you are pulled out and held into her palm, her massive brown eyes staring down at you.

“Okay, you're still there!” She says, sounding a little relieved. “I was sure that you were pretty firmly held, but I was still a little worried that you'd fall down my pants!” She giggles a little at that, not a shred of embarrassment showing on her face. It reminds of Valerie, the blonde who had tested you with every inch of her overly generous body. “I think I'm gonna just keep you in this room with me from now on. You're too small to keep somewhere else and I don't want anything else to happen to you. Also...I guess after last night...after we played with you a little...we're a little closer now.” She laughs again and winks at you.

She paused for a moment, looking down at you. The curiosity in her eyes sparkled so much that it was clear that something was on her mind. And it was hardly a few seconds before she had to ask.

“So...did Valerie really sit on you?” She asked. “And she didn't absolutely FLATTEN you? That's incredible! You're pretty tough for a tiny little person!”

Your view changes as her hand begins to move, lowering you to her bed. When you're standing atop the massive field of the coverlet she straightens.

“I'll let you relax there for a little bit.” She says. “I'm going to go take a shower, which I was GONNA do earlier before Valerie decided to make off with you! Don't go anywhere!”

She leaves and you are now alone. At least you are somewhere safe. Or at least safer than in the blonde's clutches. You can still see that planet sized ass looming over you, ready to squish you at even the slightest hint of weakness. Maybe Sarah was right. Perhaps you were tough in spite of your puny size. Either that or just immensely lucky. You had been sat on by three ladies in a span of twenty four hours, not a one of them lacking in size. So far, each woman you'd met had been a bombshell in their own right. Large breasts; big butts with rounded hips...you had been lucky in more ways than one. Your captures could all best any models you had seen in any Victoria's Secret catalog.

And speaking of the clothing brand, you spotted something on the other end of the bed. A pair of white cotton panties just laying there. You didn't waste any time. Immediately, you began to hurry across the giant coverlet, leaping over sizable gaps in the knitting. The “field” was soft and bouncy, almost making you feel like you were walking across the surface of the moon. It took several minutes, but finally you made it to the abandoned pair of lady's underwear.

You climbed inside. A faint scent of sweat touched your nose. These were not fresh pairs, they had been worn recently. Perhaps she had worn them yesterday? Or had she worn a thong then too? Knowing the jeans she had been wearing, the thong seemed more likely. You couldn't remember. So much had happened in such a short time and you had faced death countless times that it was a miracle that you were still even alive. Hell, it was a miracle that the blonde hadn't ruptured both your eardrums with her insane, booming voice. Still, it was clear that this giant pair of white panties were not clean. You could see a single small piece of hair lying in the midst of the fabric. A pubic hair perhaps? You had been in Sarah's pants before, but it had been dark and you had not been near her lady parts, if you recalled correctly.

Perhaps you could wait here. Maybe she'd put these back on with you lurking inside of them. Unlikely, of course. Why would she put them on now? Even after coming back from her shower? Surely she had clean, fresh pairs in her dresser? But still, the thought excited you. Even after everything you'd been through, the thought of hiding away in some girl's underwear enticed you. It was like the voyeur's wet dream. But, of course, she knew that she had laid you on the bed. And when she couldn't find you, she'd check the inside of this pair of panties and the plan would be ruined. So it couldn't...

She was coming back.

You could hear movement. You could feel it even. Quickly, you began to find your way out of the panties, your horny plans suddenly evaporating from your mind. Just as soon as you began to make your exit, the panties were snatched up. You grabbed onto the nearest thread and held on for dear life as the frillies were handled. Had your plans suddenly come to fruition? Was Sarah about to put these white cottons on with you inside? What happened to the shower? Why would she...?

Through the legs of the underwear you caught a glimpse of a brunette woman. It was not Sarah. It was her mother, Mary-Jean, still dressed in that black and white stripped tank top and black skirt. A neutral look was on her face as her eyes glanced at the panties in her hand. Then, you were falling.

Right to the bottom of a mostly empty laundry basket.

What followed was a sensation that you were pretty familiar with at this point: a series of earthquakes as the woman moved. It wasn't quite as bouncy as riding in their cleavage, but it was just as disorienting. Within minutes of being back with Sarah, she had immediately lost you. Why had she not put you in the jar!? You would have been safer there! She had even gone out of her way to go get it before taking you to her room! But...it wasn't entirely her fault. She hadn't forced you to travel towards her abandoned panties, much less asked you to climb inside. Maybe it had been for the best that you had wandered in here. If Mary-Jean had seen you, she might have tried to squash you. After all, you couldn't know for sure if she was aware that you had returned to her house.

The movement tossing you around ended with a big, abrupt boom as the basket was dropped to the floor. Quickly, you thrashed your way through the threads of the panties (for a second, you leg got tangled in the coarse, viney twists of the pubic hair) before making your way out. As soon as you were free, you looked up to see an incredible sight.

Beyond the tall walls of the basket was Mary-Jean, who stood beside the small basket. You had a great view of her. Her shins, knees, thighs, the underneaths of her skirt, her hips, belly, breasts, arms, and shoulders. The only thing you couldn't see was her head, which was hidden by the immense swell of her gigantic boobs. She reached a hand out of your vision for a moment. When the hand came back into view it held a wad of clothes. The hand guided the ball over the basket, over you, before releasing them.

The hand let go. The wad broke apart into a series of individual clothes; several pairs of cotton panties, a couple of thongs, and a few bras, the cups of which were very large. The giant clothes came down with a thunderous heap, the cup of one of the bras landing directly on top of you. The displaced air of the landing sent you flying, but you merely bounced off the soft walls of the bra. You quickly burrowed under the cup and tried to climb on top of it. As you did, more giant panties rained down from the sky. They missed you, but the wind of their drop nearly blew you off the cup. Two bras landed. You jumped from your cup onto the strap of a black bra. Just as you landed, a shirt plummeted onto where you had just been and you were sent flying again. You fell in a heap in the cup of an upside down bra. You were trapped in a pit. Wearily, you got to you feet just as a pair of nylon stockings fell into the basket. They didn't fall onto your location, but they came close. The toe end of one pair peeked over the lip of the cup you were stuck in.

You had to keep moving or you'd be buried under a mountain of clothes.

Glancing up, you saw Mary-Jean's backside. She was standing still for a moment, her right hand reaching under her skirt, scratching the upper part of her thigh right below her ass. You took the moment to run as far up the side of the walls of the cup as you could before leaping and grabbing a piece of thread jutting out from the old nylons. Using that, you pulled yourself out and on top of the nylons and ran down their length. A second later, two tank tops hurled themselves down onto the bra cup. The musty scent of sweat and body oil began to fill the air. The air was even beginning to become more humid as the dirty clothes began to pile higher and higher. Even worse were the nylons that you were walking across. Maybe it was just your size, but the scent was as if she had walked a thousand miles in them on a hot summer day.

As if to add insult to injury, a loud, bodily report sounded up above as she bent slightly to grab more clothes, adding to the unpleasant odors surrounding you. Then, more nylons and some socks were dropped into the basket. They were all as damp with sweat as the other nylons had been and you could feel yourself becoming light headed as you continued to try and climb to the top of the ever growing pile. A merciful pause in the “rain” came. You glanced up to she her holding one arm up as her free hand scratched the pit underneath. Then, she bent again, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her ass. As she reached, another smaller report popped off, and then she unbent holding not a wad of clothes but a large ball of them. She turned and held it over the basket.

Then, it began to fall. There was nowhere to run.

The ball of clothes landed on you with a force that was both soft and packed a wallop. The air was knocked out of you and, as you tried to breath, all you could smell was the musty scent that enveloped you. You were already trapped in darkness, but you soon found yourself going unconscious in mere moments.

But it isn't long before light pulls you back into your senses. Your vision is blurry but you can see the dark silhouette of her massive body as she reaches into the basket. You can only assume that she is emptying the clothes into a washing machine. You have to move...quickly!