Sarah's Find - Chapter 21

“THERE YOU ARE!”

Her voice shocks you from the darkness, as does the force of her fingers grabbing her. You feel yourself being pulled, lengths of soft walls brushing against you. How deep had you fallen into her cleavage? There's no way for you to know and, considering how bad her eyesight appeared to be, it was a miracle she even found you in there. Down below, the vast plains that were her boobs stretched beneath you as she held you by one your legs.

“ALMOST LOST YOU IN THERE!” She announces with a deafening laugh. At this point, your ears are either adapting or you're slowly going deaf. Either way, her voice, while still booming, doesn't hurt as much as it did. The massive valley of flesh begins to move, jostling side to side as she playful jostles them. “DID YOU LIKE IT IN THERE? PROBABLY WAAAAAY NICER THAN THAT JAR THAT SARAH PUT YOU IN! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT GIRL. WHY PUT A LITTLE GUY LIKE YOU IN A HARD, COLD LITTLE JAR WHEN SHE HAS SOME BIG PILLOWS THAT ARE PERFECT! I MEAN, COME ON! IF I WAS YOU, THAT'S WHERE I'D WANT TO BE!”

Your body is rotated and you are faced with one giant, upside down eye that is squinting at you.

“...THAT IS YOU, RIGHT?” The woman called Val asks slowly. “THIS ISN'T JUST SOME LITTLE BUG THAT FLEW IN MY TITS, RIGHT? WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME...” She shrugs. “I'M JUST GONNA ASSUME THAT'S YOU!”

Suddenly, you feel yourself falling. Your arms begin to flail in a panic, instinctively looking for something to grab onto. You glance up and see that your leg is still being held and now her immense chest hangs above you as she bends down. You are dropped onto a hard surface, a coffee table of some kind is your first guess as, when she straightens (the mere act of doing so causes a gust of wind to rush against you) you are scarcely at her knees. She towers over you, in all of her incomprehensible glory. Her hips are so wide that there's not a chance that they will fit in your puny vision. To even get a chance of seeing the upper half of her titanic body, you have to fall over. You simply cannot crane your neck up enough to behold all of her. Only flat on your back do you hold a possibility of seeing more of her, and even then it's not enough. You reckon it never will. There's too much of this woman. She's far too powerful. Her body would consume your mind with its enticing allure even at your normal size. At this tiny, pathetic form, though, it is not just enticing. It's like a spell. You feel as if your mind has been put under the effects of some kind of love potion, twisting your thoughts and feelings towards a singular focus: Her.

She is everything. And, as of right now, she owns you. After all, she had simply walked into Sarah Leheron's home and then taken you without so much as a pause. A true testament to her power. She was not bound by convention. Her voice echoed loudly in your head, making her impossible to ignore. You were even going deaf (or so you feared) because your lowly form could not handle it. Even her scent, a lovely, but overpowering, floral fragrance was giving you a headache. Or was that just from her voice and...well, everything else that had happened.

Up above, she took a single step back. Your entire world quaked. If you had been standing, it would have easily knocked you over. Whatever else was on the table around you rattled. It was as if the landscape around you couldn't even handle the presence of this towering Goddess. Every move she made sent a gust of wind blowing against you. It was because she moved more confidently and less gently than the other girls. She was not capable of such things. The world either had to endure her or crumble under her feet. You hadn't crumbled. At least not yet. Time would tell.

She bent down a little, her hands against her thighs. No way she'd be able to see you standing up, not with that chest of hers. It was an open question if she could see you now. Most likely not. She was looking in your direction, but not exactly AT you. She was smiling widely.

“ALRIGHT, LITTLE FELLA,” She said. There was an authority in her voice that had not been present in Sarah's voice, nor Natalie's or Mary-Jean's for that matter. “LISTEN UP! YOU'RE GONNA STAY HERE WITH ME! SO THAT MEANS WE SHOULD LAY DOWN SOME RULES SO THAT YOU DON'T GET YOURSELF KILLED! FIRST: STAY WHERE I PUT YOU! DON'T GO WANDERING OFF BECAUSE YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING TINY AND IT'S HARD TO FIND YOU AS IT IS! RULE TWO, AND KINDA GOING ALONG WITH RULE ONE, IF YOU DO GO WANDERING AROUND, DON'T GO TO PLACES THAT ARE OBVIOUSLY DANGEROUS!”

She turned, a fresh gust of wind blowing, and suddenly her rear was above you. There were no words to describe its sheer mass. It simply could not be defined. The closest thing you could compare it to was the moon, but somehow even that failed to capture its size. It was like a whole other planet. A jiggling giant planet. Not only could you not see all of it, you could barely see past it. You could only see the top of her head down to her eyes. Anything past that was hidden behind the gargantuan swell of her astronomical ass. But you could see the smirk in her twinkling eyes. She was enjoying this. Immensely, by the look of it.

“FOR EXAMPLE...” She said. Now you could HEAR the smirk. “DON'T GO ANYWHERE THAT MY ASS GOES. LIKE...DON'T GO WALKING AROUND ON THE COUCH CUSHIONS OR ANY CHAIR FOR THAT MATTER. THAT'D BE REALLY DUMB AND...I MEAN...COME ON!” She brought a hand down against her fatty rear with a smack that was beyond deafening. It reverberated around the massive room, making it sound like warheads were being dropped all around you. “DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'LL SURVIVE THIS!?” Her hand squeezed, grabbing a handful of her ass. There was plenty more to grab. She jiggled the mass of ass, laughing as she did. “YEAH, YOU WON'T SO DON'T DO THAT.”

She paused for a moment.

“THEN AGAIN...I KINDA SIT WHERE EVER SOMETIMES.” She admitted. “I MEAN...IT IS MY HOUSE AFTER ALL. SO...LOOK, THAT'S STILL A GENERAL RULE OF THUMB, JUST DON'T GO SOMEWHERE THAT LOOKS LIKE I MIGHT SIT THERE, ALRIGHT? USE YOUR JUDGEMENT, I GUESS. BECAUSE YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO END UP UNDER...” She began to shake her hips side to side, her large ass swaying and jiggling like a bowl of jello. Not only did you feel the wind of the movement, but the table you lied on began to feel like an actual earthquake. A constant tremble rocked through the surface, shaking your body against the hard floor. Yet again, the landscape couldn't contain all of her essence. “..ALLLL OF THIS!”

“UNLESS YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF DEATH WISH AND YOU WAAANT ME TO END UP SITTING ON YOU!” The amusement in her voice was unmistakable.

Without warning, she begins to bend.

You should be afraid. Absolutely you should. Right now you are not atop a nice soft bed, but a hard coffee table. And the booty that is slowly lowering itself is no ordinary booty. It is bigger than all others you have seen thus far. If she is truly bringing all of her weight down on you now, this is the end. You will not survive. No amount of luck will save you. You're too small to run, and her ass is too astronomical to avoid. The only hope you would have is getting between the crack of her booty but even that would be delaying the inevitable. Likely, you would end up wedge between her cheeks and the moment they started moving you would be ground to a paste. They would not be as soft and forgiving as the woman's boobs, no, they were far too big and powerful to be delicate to a shrimp like you.

The booty came closer. The flower patterns etched into the red pants became bigger and bigger. You no longer saw an ass but growing flora that were hungry and ready to devour you. Her body heat was sweltering. Instantly you began to sweat. A heavy, fleshy thud rocked the surface of the table, likely her hands. They were the only things holding her up...the only things keeping this titanic ass from wiping you from this mortal plane of existence.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT, LITTLE FELLA?” She teased. “YOU WANT ME TO JUST DROP DOWN?”

You didn't know what you wanted. Not anymore. Your mind had given up trying to comprehend all of her magnificent butt. All it could focus on were the flowers and wait. Wait to see if this was truly the end.

Of course, it wasn't. A moment later, she stood up, the air of this fast movement was so intense you actually were lifted off the coffee table for a moment before falling flat back down. She towered over you, half turned, giving you a side view of her body, allowing you to fail to fully take the swell of her rear and chest. You did, however, see her amused grin.

“HA! HAHA! PYSCHE!” She bellowed. “OF COURSE I'M NOT GONNA CRUSH YOU. BUT DON'T FRET, LITTLE GUY, WE CAN STILL HAVE SOME FUN. THAT'S WHAT'S REALLY GONNA BE DIFFERENT. SARAH JUST TOSSED YOU IN A LITTLE JAR? WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT?” She turns more and is now facing you. A pause as her eyes scan and, upon finding you again, her grin widens and she reaches for you. “DON'T WORRY, WE'LL HAVE A LOT OF FUN TOGETHER!”

She picks you up.