Sarah's Find - Chapter 28

It was perhaps the easiest ride in a giant bosom you'd had since being found. The massive cigarette box had several little nicks and dents in its surface, providing an ample amount of handles to grab onto. Still, as with the other times, it was a “bumpy” ride, with the cleavage jostling to and fro, the massive harness that was the bra making creaking noises that likely wouldn't be audible at your normal size.

You take a moment to look at those titanic mountains of flesh that you've become so accustomed to. It strikes you that every woman that you've encountered since yesterday (it's also strikes you that everything you've been through has happened through a possibly less than twenty four hour window) has been incredibly busty, with none of them, by your tiny perspective, dipping below a D cup, with the stomp happy mom topping them all with what may have been an E! Or at least that's what you thought. At your size it was impossible to really gauge size. All of them were huge. Just simply huge.

A loud noise pulls your attention forward and you see she is pushing through a creaky door. Immediately you see she's taken you to a bar. You see the counter, the stools, the booths. The sight is unmistakable. It's certainly a bit of a dive by the looks of it. The floor boards are dirty and scratched. The stools look old and the seats seem worn. But neither of those hold your attention for much longer, because standing at the bar are...

“Did you get him?” Sarah asks, bounding over towards you and your giant escort. Her breasts heave in her red tank top and you see no straps of a bra. She is dressed as she was this morning, still wearing her sexy yoga pants and red tank top. The only addition made was a pair of black sneakers. Not the high heeled ones she had worn, but just a normal pair. In contrast to her casual wear was Natalie Veronica, who came up behind her. She was dressed in a black, wrap around top, and designer blue jeans. Sarah's hair had been thrown into a quick bun, while Natalie's was long and straight. How long had you been in Val's grasp?

“Yeah, I got him.” Ariel's voice boomed from above. You could feel her words reverberate through her frame. “You're lucky he's even still alive!”

“Why!? What happened!?” Natalie said, looking surprised.

“I'm not one hundred percent sure, and that's part of the problem.” Ariel explained. “But, when I went there, she had them shoved in her boobs and was smothering him in there. It wouldn't surprise me if she sat on them.”

“Oh...” Both Sarah and Natalie replied slowly. Both of them exchanged a quick, wordless glance at each other.

“...what's up?” Ariel asked, a trace of suspicion in her voice.

“That's terrible!” Sarah said quickly.

“...yeah!” Natalie added eagerly.

“I mean...yeah, obviously.” Ariel replied.

“Obviously.” Natalie quickly agreed.

“Can I see him?” Sarah asked, holding out her hand.

“Yeah, sure.”

You are grabbed and delicately dropped into Sarah's soft hand. Her face loomed over you, getting so close that you could practically see your tiny reflection in her pupils. You could even feel a little puff of wind every time she blinked.

“Well...they LOOK okay...” She said, thoughtfully.

“Yeah, they seem fine.” Ariel agreed. “Probably a miracle considering everything that Val probably put them through. You don't even wanna know what I had to do to get them back...”

“Now I kinda do...” Natalie's voice replied, a giggle fluttering through her words.

“I had to play one of her stupid games,” Ariel said. “Fortunately, I won, so I got to take him.”

“What was the game?” Nat asked.

“Don't worry about it,” Ariel sighed.

“The important thing is that they're safe.” Sarah said, her face finally drawing away from you. “And, on that note, I'm taking them back to my room.”

“Wait!” Natalie blurted out. “Can I see them for a moment?”

“Why?”

“I just wanna see them one last time!” The redhead said, sounding bashful. “I'm glad they're okay. And I wanna say goodbye!”

“Well...fine, sure.”

You're dropped into the hands of Natalie Veronica, whose hands are even softer. She raises you up to her face, her flawless teeth sparkling in a dazzling smile. All at once you are under her spell. Her beauty is intoxicating and you are lost in the pristine blue oceans of her eyes. She says something but you don't understand a single word. The heavenly scent of her perfume, which had only barely touched your nose a few seconds ago, now surrounded you, ensnaring you deeper into her trance. It was as if you were truly in the presence of a goddess.

It wasn't until you realized she was drawing you towards her mouth that some semblance of sanity abruptly returned. But by then there wasn't much you could do.

Fortunately, the lips did not open, revealing the dank cavern of her mouth, but rather puckered. Her lips, soft and lusciously plump, pressed against you, surrounding you in a warm embrace. Traces of saliva misted on your body, and a hot burst of air from her nose far above rushed down on you. The lips gently released you with a deep smooching sound, only to envelope your whole body in another kiss. At one point, her lips parted and she inhaled sharply, a cold surge of air whipping at you, followed by a slow exhale of a deeply warm air, accompanied by a fine mist of saliva and the heavy, but not unpleasant, scent of mint from whatever toothpaste she had used.

Finally, after a volley of kisses, she reluctantly handed you back to Sarah, giving you one final wave and a wink. You expected the brunette would, as was becoming apparently becoming tradition, drop you into her own bosom. But, she did not. Instead, her fingers carried you off towards her right side.

“What are you...?” Ariel's voice asked.

“Well...I'm not wearing a bra, so...”

“So you're gonna drop him in your pants!?” Ariel asked, shocked.

“No! I'm just gonna...” She trailed off as she pulled the hem of her yoga pants open, revealing the black strap of a thong at her hip. Her fingers dug into that, pulling it open as well. Then, she carefully slid you down against her soft flesh before slowly releasing the strap. The thong gripped tightly against her hip, but not enough that it was painful or that you couldn't breath. She released the hem of her pants and they enveloped you in a tight hug that was not unlike Natalie's kisses a mere moment ago. “...there! Perfect!”

“Sarah, they're a person, not a phone!” Ariel protested.

“You had them in your boobs too.” Sarah replied.

“I...” Ariel paused. “Okay, fair, but...still...”

“They'll be fine!” Sarah reassured her friend. “It's not like I'm gonna go jog with them there.”

“Yeah, I'd hope not.” Ariel sighed.

They continued speaking, but it was hard to focus on their words. Every slight move, even the tiniest sway of her hip, led to a series of earthquakes as her big butt jostled. At one point her right hand would land onto her hip, sending a shockwave that rippled up her thigh and into her asscheek that rattled your bones.

Then, she started to move. The sound of her feet, as distant as they were, sounded like muffled artillery fire. You could hear the fleshy sound of her unrestrained breasts flopping around as she made her way. Every step, every swing of her her legs, sent a new series of massive shakes all throughout her fatty thighs and ass. True to her word, she did not seem to run, which was good. If she had, it was likely you would fall unconscious from the constant movement. The strap of her thong, and the hem of her pants, squeezed and loosened with every step she took. But even in the midst of all this, you found yourself grateful that you were with the brunette and not with the blonde (or the redhead for that matter) whose rear would have shook so much that your insides might have resembled scrambled eggs by the time the journey was over.

But there was something else: you could free yourself. In those brief instances when the strap of her thong loosed as she walked, there was a small window of opportunity to wriggle out from its grasp. Suddenly, the less-than-rational part of your mind came back. Think of what you could do. You could easily wriggle your way down into her yoga pants. But, they were fairly tight, perfectly wrapping snugly around her body. It was probably safer to wait and see what she would do when they returned to her bedroom. Besides, she might not be happy with you invading her privacy...right? Or maybe...? You remembered her massive rear slowly dropping down on you last night, her moaning with pleasure. Perhaps she wouldn't mind at all.

But...was it worth taking that risk?