Sarah's Find - Chapter 23

You are lowered to a sight that has become very familiar to you these past few days. It is sort of shocking just how the women you have encountered these past two days have casually dumped you into their cleavage without much hesitation, with the exception of the mother, of course (though that had not stopped you from somehow traversing hers as well). They all seemed to enjoy it as well. You had as well. Even while you had panicked about being crushed by the weight of the titanic tits, a deeper part of you had enjoyed it. If, one day, you were to finally be unshrunk, you would remember these moments. Would you ever hope to be tiny again to relive them?

Val hovered your body over her full cleavage and then, unceremoniously, released you, letting you fall into them, bouncing off the luxuriously soft flesh. It was as if you were her phone and she just was throwing you in her bra just so she could use her hands for a moment.

“Well, we already know you can't handle my ass,” The blonde said, the smirk clear in her voice, which was still muffled from the ringing in your ears. “So maybe you'll have better luck with the girls, hm? They're a TIINY bit smaller so...maybe you'll have a liiitle bit of an easier time.”

You're already starting to sweat. The heat, as well as the humidity, here is already high. You can see small beads of sweat (well, relatively small on your scale, you suppose) dotting some surfaces of the skin. The giant heart deep within pulses at a slightly quicker pace than you'd expecting, every beat being felt in your bones. Her little workout a few moments ago, rapidly shaking and twerking her big butt still left some lingering affects. And now doubt she would become just as active for the next game she was going to play with you. Drowning in sweat seemed like a real possibility.

“There's no need to explain any rules because it's the same game!” She announced. “Just on my boobs instead of my ass! Got it? Good! Cause we're going!”

Without warning, the “ground” beneath you began to tilt as she leaned her upper body forward. You began to slide down the vast expanse of her flesh. For a moment you were afraid you would slip right down between the two fatty mountains, but instead your body slid right along the left breast all the way to the hem of her striped tank top.

“HA!” She bellowed, her body straightening. “Isn't that exactly where I found you just a little bit ago? HA! I guess at least this time I put you there, rather than you just perving around! HAHAHA!” She winks down at you before looking at her phone again, presumably setting another timer. “Well...why don't we go for a little walk around the house, hm? That should be fun. Oh...by the way, I'm not actually wearing a bra, sooooo...”

She begins to move, and so do her massive breasts. They come 'alive' with an energy that is frightening, moving freely and rapidly within her tank top. A might heavy upwards as the blonde takes a step then they come crashing downwards as her foot falls to the ground. A great fleshy smack, one you probably wouldn't hear if you weren't tiny on her chest, pierces your ringing ears. This cycle continues: Up, down, up, down, up, down. Boing, boing, boing, boing.

You try to do what you did earlier by tucking your lower body under the hem of her tank top and simply holding on. But with all the movement, these no hope. All you can do is hold on for dear life. During the madness, you manage to glance up towards her face. The grin is wide and her eyes are sparkling with glee. She seems to be having fun.

“Having fun down there?” She slyly asks, apparently a mind reader now. Her chest suddenly begins to sway side to side, yanking your grip free from her tank top. “BECAUSE I CERTAINLY AM!”

She has not begun yelling. Her voice remains the same. But her energy is mounting. You can feel it practically surging through the vast landscape of her body. Her heart is racing with excitement. Her pores seemed to open, releasing a hot vapor in response to their owner's increased activity as she bound around her home. You could hear the stretch of her clothes, like support beams creaking in an old house, as her boobs jostled and flailed and her chest expanded as her lungs pulled in deep breaths. You could even see mists of sweat begin to bubble out from her pores. Everything around you was organic. Biological. Alive. And you were small enough to see it all.

All of these sensations grew more powerful as the towering blonde's energy mounted. Soon, she could contain herself no longer and went from simply walking to jogging.

As your hand was wrenched free from the tank top, the boobs heaved, sending you flying over the yawning gap between them. It literally seemed to yawn as the boobs separated with the heave before falling back together in a might slap, sending a heavy mist of salty sweat into your entire body. No sooner did you land on her skin of her right breast were you propelled back up again. Eventually, your limp body made its way over to the shoulder strap of her tank top. You manage to grab hold, latching hold of it for a few heaving and falling cycles as the blonde continues to lap around her living room, jogging.

“Aw...come...come on...” She pants. “That's...so...boring...! Can't...just stay...in one place!”

Her thumb hooks under the strap you hold onto and stretches it before releasing it. The strap snaps back to place with a loud smack under the weight of the load it is supporting. Your grip is once again torn free, and the force from the strap sends you flying backward across the breast.

She laughs. The sound bellows throughout the room, which is as vast and empty to you as outer space. Her energy continues to build. She stops jogging and begins to bound up and down, jumping across the room, dispersing her energy throughout. You can hear the earthshattering pound every time her feet slam against the floor. Furniture, basically distant planets from your puny perspective now, rattle. In the brief moments you can see them as you are thrown through the air, you see a standing lamp in the corner shake as the shockwave of her energy hits it. At your tiny scale, she feels like a goddess rampaging through space, ravaging the planets surrounding her.

And her boobs react to that energy as well. Their power increases dramatically, their heaves and falls more impactful. With each collision, a mist of sweat is thrown into the air along with you, covering you in her warm, bodily fluids. Soon you are drenched in it. Your body once again is sent rolling towards the space between her wriggling cleavage. Instinctively, you try and grab something, but there is nothing but wet flesh. Like a kid flying down a slip and slid, your body soars across the flesh and is immediately plummeting between the cavernous boobs.

It is even more hot down here, thanks to the constant friction as the two mountains smash into each other. Just as your plummet begins, they smash once more, sending a fresh mist of sweat into you. Then, they part, like a mouth opening, ready to swallow you whole. The only hope you have now is that you can fall between the two mountains before they have a chance collide again. But, just as you discovered moments ago atop her ass, her body is too big and you are too small. You're not even halfway down before you see the jiggling masses coming back together. You close you eyes, ready to be smooshed completely under the immense weight. The soft, hot flesh slams into you and the pressure immediately begins to build...but instead of being pressed...you feel a slippery, squeezing sensation. Like you were actually swallowed and you are traveling down her throat. Her sweaty skin, as well as your own wet body, causes you to be propelled downward with the shockwave of the impact of her boobs until you are shot out from the bottom. Then, you are falling down the vast expanse of her belly, which gurgles and churns with the busy activity going on deep within.

Whether by complete accident or by some instinct, your hand manages to grab onto the hem of her red pants. For a moment, you are lost in complete darkness, listening only to the sounds of her busy belly and your pants as you try to catch your breath. Then, without warning, light blares into your eyes as she lifts her shirt up.

“THERE YOU ARE!” Her voice rings in your ears, seeming to be restored to its previous power as her energy levels just increased. Within seconds, her fingers had you in her grasp and you were back in front of those bright blue eyes. “WOW, NOT EVEN HALF THE TIME! YOU DID SO WELL ON MY ASS BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN HANDLE THE GIRLS!? HA! WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! YOU GET ANOTHER PUNISHMENT!”

You are brought over her hot cleavage again. This time, instead of simply being dropped, her fingers plunge between the fatty masses, depositing you between them. Then, the pressure begins to build. But, just like before, your slick body, combined with her sweaty flesh means you are just squeezed (upwards now, thankfully). You fly out from between her boobs and land heavily on one of her breasts. You're too dizzy to see which. Her laugh booms.

“HEY!” She cries. “YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO STAY IN THERE UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN COME OUT!”

Her finger lands next to you and immediately props you back over to the gap before plunging you back between them. Then, the walls of flesh come back together. Once again, your body is shot back up. She laughs in dismay and, again, her finger pushes you back in. This time, she pushes you in deeper before more slowly bringing her tits together. The more gentle approach keeps you from being squeezed back out and, most probably, prevents you from being squished by her eagerness. Instead, you are pressed against the hot flesh, which envelope your with their heat. A drop of sweat rolls between her flesh and makes its way down to you, covering you in fresh fluid. It stings your eyes and some flows into your mouth and noise. For a terrible second, you think you are going to drown. Her heart is beating even faster and harder now. Its laboring, as well as the heavy pulls of air from the lungs, are all you hear. The bosoms suddenly begin to sway back and forth, and more pressure is added. You figure she just can't help herself. The pressure, once again, squeezes you back up to the surface.

“DAMN IT!” She laughs, grabbing you in her fingers again. “YOU REALLY JUST DON'T WANT TO STAY IN THERE, DO YOU? WELL, THAT'S FINE. I HAVE AN EVEN BETTER SOLUTION!”

You feel your body being lowered before being dropped onto a new soft surface that feels incredibly familiar. You look up in time to see your towering hostess turning, her immense rear end now hovering high above you. She looks over her shoulder down at you, leaning back just enough so her eyes can peek over the generous expanse of her tremendous ass.

“LET'S SEE YOU SLIP OUT FROM UNDER THIS!” She announces. Her hand smacks her butt with another deafening boom that reverberates throughout the room. “I GUESS THIS MIGHT ACTUALLY BE A NICER PUNISHMENT FOR YOU SINCE YOU SOMEHOW WERE ABLE TO HAND ALL THIS BETTER THAN MY BOOBS!”

Then, without another minute of hesitation, the great mass of ass begin to lower itself. There is nothing you can do. The white flowers printed on her butt draw closer and closer, enveloping you in the bodyheat of their owner. Then, she makes impact.

But instead of being squished, as you were so certain you would be, you are simply pressed against the cushion which easily gives in under the weight of the blonde. The pressure is incredible; pinning you down with ease and making it impossible for you to move. But it doesn't hurt. Your body is so small, her ass so big, that the cushion takes most of her weight. The big booty, however, is not content at just weighing down up on you. It begins to wriggle, rubbing itself up and down, side to side. Your body is rolled and pushed easily in each direction. It now feels like you are under a giant pile of jello. The ass pins you down, but its fatty nature just envelopes you rather than outright flattens you. If you were atop a harder surface, you would have ceased to exist the second this behemoth of a booty touched down.

The heat is intense from the friction. You are sweating profusely and can hardly breathe. But something else comes with the friction. Another energy, this one more literal. The static from the fabrics surrounds you and, after what feels like minutes of her ass rubbing down on you, when she lifts herself up...you go up as well, stuck to her jiggling ass cheek

“ALRIGHT, THAT'S...HEY, WHERE'D YOU GO?” Her butt jiggles as she moves. You can't see what she's doing. Turning to face the couch perhaps? Leaning back to get a better look? “DID YOU FALL SOMEWHERE? OR...OH! HAHAHA! THERE YOU ARE!” A finger lands against you, pushing you into her fatty rear. “YOU'RE JUST STUCK TO MY ASS! YOU JUST DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO, HUH? WELL, I THINK I'VE LET YOU HAVE YOUR FUN WITH IT LONG ENOUGH TODAY, SO...”

The ass begins to wiggle in an attempt to shake you off. When your static charged body refuses to budge, the shaking intensifies. You feel like you might get whiplash as the jiggling ass shakes to and fro, your body jerking heavily with the move of the immense cheek.

“GET OFF, YOU LITTLE PERV!” She laughs teasingly, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that she had put you in this position in the first place.

Her hand comes down against her vast buttcheek with a big boom. The shockwave hits you hard and your body jerks, but you remain stuck. Her ass continues shaking and her hand comes down again, this time harder. The resulting boom sounds like hundreds of pounds of TNT detonating. Again your body jerks, but its stubborn grip on the powerful booty just will not be broken. The ass shakes even more and the hand smacks again in great spank that feels like an atom bomb. Finally, your body is thrown from the ass and falls back down to the cushion, where you land in a heap. Your reprieve is short lived, however, as the fingers snatch you up again in greedy eagerness. Once more, you are brought before those big, blue eyes that sparkle with glee.

“I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT, LITTLE GUY, BUT I'M IMPRESSED.” Val tells you. “MOST GUYS WHO AREN'T SHRUNKEN CAN'T HANDLE MY ASS, AND HERE YOU ARE PUTTING THEM ALL TO SHAME. STILL...YOU'VE LOST BOTH OF MY GAMES, SO I'M NOT AS IMPRESSED AS I SHOULD BE! YOU NEED TO START BRINGING YOUR A GAME IF YOU WANT TO STOP GETTING ALL THESE PUNISHMENTS. OR MAYBE YOU TOTALLY LIKE THEM AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE LOSING!”

She laughs.

“WELL, I HOPE YOU DON'T NEED A BREAK BECAUSE I'M ALL FIRED UP! LET'S GET ROUND THREE GOING!”