Sarah's Find - Chapter 13

You lie atop Natalie Veronica's breast, your body still weary from being sat on three times by the biggest asses you've ever seen in your entire life. You're still slowly sliding down between the giant mountains and you can't do anything about it. But it doesn't matter. Just as Sarah leaves the room, the redhead looks down at you, her magnificent blue eyes still sparkling. She looks as if she's in a trance or lost in thought. Slowly, her teeth, those flawless pearly whites of her, begin to bite at her plump lower lip. Her heart beat, a slow rhythmic beat that you feel reverberate all through her breast, begins to increase. Her pupils dilate for an instant before her eyes disappear from view as she looks off towards where Sarah left. Then, she lifts a hand and extends her fingers towards you. She pauses for a moment, hesitating, then grabs your limp frame and holds you up. Her cheeks have begun to flush and her eyes are now longer sparkling but rather dazzling. She raises a finger to her lips in a shushing manner.

Then, you feel your body lower. You look down (you barely even realize that you can move your head) and see the hem of her blue yoga pants coming into view like a camera being zoomed in. Her other hand comes in, digs two fingers inside and pulls the pants open. Your eyes widen. She can't possibly...

She does. You feel her fingers release you and you are falling. You slide down the warn flesh of her groin, which is fortunately free of any pubic hair that would otherwise ensnare you, and then land in the soft tarp that is her massive thong. Up above, a smack is heard as the elastic in her underwear snaps back against her skin as she lets go of her pants, which you are now trapped in. You've been in this situation before: stuck inside the darkness within a young gal's underwear. But this time you were consciously put in here! And immediately after Sarah had told her to take care of you! What was she thinking?

From underneath you, a finger pokes your position from outside, lifting you up. Your body is pressed against the labia, the moist flesh now hard and engorged. The finger presses and moves curiously back and forth for a moment, rubbing you against the lips. Then, it zones in on you, having felt your body through the clothes. You are then prodded along the labia, the finger gently, but quickly, tapping you from outside. A warm drop of liquid drips onto you head from above. This drip finally breaks your paralysis, but there's no fighting against the finger's influence. Your body is pressed against a hard column. Reflexively, you flail against it, trying to free yourself. The massive body spasms and you hear a hissing sound from up above, followed by a soft “Mmmm.”

“Right there...” She sighs distantly.

The pressure from her finger vanishes and you feel yourself sliding. Your arms instinctively reach out and grab onto the engorged clitoris. Your grip is nearly torn free as her body reacts, punctuated by a soft gasp. Her arousal must be high if she is sensitive enough to feel your tiny body. You hold onto her but try to remain still so as not to stimulate her further. You're not sure what will happen to you if she goes into the throes of pleasure.

“I put him back in the jar.” You hear her say.

“Oh, okay.” Sarah's voice. “...you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, I just...” Natalie laughs, sheepishly. “We did just...” She trails off. A series loud, fleshy booms sounds off, jiggling the flesh around you as she pats her bum.

“It was your idea!”

“I know! But...” She doesn't finish.

“Yeah, I guess we should let them rest.” Sarah said. “I think they've had enough of us playing with them.”

“Enough of our big butts?” Natalie giggles.

“Probably had enough of that, yes.” Sarah agrees, laughing. “Let's go back downstairs.”

Natalie begins to walk. A constant din fills your ears as her large thighs constantly brush against each other. Her hips rotate as she moves, swinging you to and fro. Her clitoris begins to soften, making it more difficult to hold onto.

“So, what do you want to do?” Natalie Veronica asks. Or at least that's what she intends to ask. As she speaks, you climb up a bit a regain a firm grip on her clitoris to prevent from falling. The “do” comes out as more of a gasp and less of a word.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asks

“Yeah...” Natalie replies. “I...I just had a cramp in my leg! It really...” Her clitoris hardens immediately again, giving you more leverage. “...hurt.”

“Is it bad?” Sarah now sounds considered. “Is it like a muscle spasm?”

“I'm fine!” Natalie says. “It was just a cramp! I'm totally fine!”

“You sure?”

“Totally! So, what did you wanna do?”

“Well...I don't know. I only needed help with the console. You can go, if you want.”

“Aw, but we haven't hung out just the two of us in awhile!”

“That's true...”

“You wanna play Mario Kart?”

“Sure!”

You feel the soft impact as Natalie lands on the couch. Distantly, you hear the sounds of things being shuffled on a shelf, most likely Sarah as she fishes around for the game. You become aware that Natalie intends to keep you in here while she playing, secretly hiding you in her thong while casually going about her own day. Sarah would have no idea. Maybe that was part of the thrill. Her fully erect clitoris would imply that. Well, if this is what she wants, who are you to deny her the pleasure? You take hold of the engorged flesh and pull your body along the length of it. Then, you push yourself back down. The body reacts, the thighs squeezing together. You repeat the motion, this time a little faster. The thighs squeeze more and a gasp is heard above. It is muffled, as if her hand is over her mouth.

Sarah's voice comes through, but over the din of Natalie's flesh rubbing together you can't make out the words. Natalie responds (or at least attempts to, you can't make out her words either, but they sound strained) and then you feel her stand again and her legs quickly begin working as she hurries along somewhere. You manage to keep your grip on the hardened clitoris and you are not about to stop. You repeat the motion from before and it causes the legs to slow, almost stop. A heavy gasp. You take advantage of the slowed pace and climb upwards to the tip of the clitoris. Once there, you place your hand on the tip and gently rub. This time, the legs come to a full stop, a strong shiver courses through them. A big, fleshy sound erupts nearby and her entire right thigh quakes.

“S-Stop...” She moans quietly. “Not now! I-I c-can't...ple-please...j-just wait...gi-gimme a...a moment...”

You relent to her request. After a moment of pause she seems to regain control of herself and slowly makes continues. After several minutes, you feel her turn and lay down. After several labored breaths...

“Okay!” Her voice, while still quiet, is more eager this time. “I-I think I'm ready...go for it!”

You climb back down the clitoris and repeat the sliding motion. You start slow and slow pick up speed. Her body begins to rock to the same beat as your motion. Her body shivers and quakes with each stroke, growing in power each time. You hear her moan and groan, as well the ruffle of clothes and the sound of flesh against flesh as her hands feel up and down her generous body. After a few minutes, you pull yourself back up to the tip and begin to rub, again starting slow. As you go faster, her thighs begin to squeeze. Her moans and groans turn to hisses and gasps, the latter of which is loud and you hear a resulting smack as her palm quickly covers her mouth. You continue, listening to her sounds and feeling her body react to your stimulation. The humidity has increased, both from her sweat and from the fluids that you can practically hear dripping from her moistened vagina. Once it seems she is reaching her peak, you press down on the clitoris as hard as you can.

Her pelvis lurches in a heavy spasm, almost bucking you straight off her genitals. Her body remains suspended in the air for a moment. You hear her body tighten as the orgasm jolts through it in pulses. Then, as her body begins to relax, you begin again, quickly rubbing this time. Her legs immediately tighten. You press down again and her body thrusts again, a muffled gasp (it's more like a soft scream) sounds in the distance. After the pulses begin to subside, you decide that the third time is the charm and begin again.

“Oh my god...” She moans.

This time, as her legs begin to impulsively squeeze, you climb back down the clitoris and wrap your legs around it as best you can. Then, you squeeze your own legs, while still pressing down on the top with both hands. Her pelvis lurches in a spasm that is so powerful it rattles the bed. You don't hear one muffled cry but several. After what feels like several moments, her body collapses flat again and you hear her breath heavily. You let her rest. She sounds absolutely spent.

Eventually, a two big, trembling fingers poke inside a feel around. The tips of one finger brushes the tip of the softening, but still sensitive, clitoris and her body shivers slightly. You scratch at one of the fingers and they gently grab you and then light hits your eyes as she lifts you out of her underwear. Soon, you are held over her weary, smiling face. Her normally perfect hair is disheveled in some places, beads of sweat run down her forehead, and her cheeks are flushes. But her eyes sparkle with intense satisfaction. She says nothing but lowers you down to her very soft, plump lips and presses you against them. The first kiss is long and warm, then followed by a series of quick smooches. Finally, she gets up. It is now that you realize that she has returned to the guest bedroom where your hastily prepared jar is kept. She walks towards it, her shivering legs causing her to stumble a little along the way, and picks up the jar and gently drops you inside onto the soft cotton.

“I don't know how you did that...” She says, a wide smile on her face as she lowers the jar down. “But that...THAT...was...” She doesn't finish. There's no need. She instead fans her face with both hands. “Ooo, I need to get myself back together...”

She turns, presenting you with a great view of her posterior, and heads to the door. When she reaches it, she stops and looks back at you over her shoulder.

“Hey...” She says softly. “Um...I know they're working on a way to reverse the whole shrunk thing, soooo...ya know...whenever you get back to normal...um...look me up!” She wiggles her large rear playfully, winking. “We'll have some fun!”

She exits. Finally, there is peace and you are able to realize just how exhausted you are. You lie in the “bed” of cotton and, within seconds, you surrender to the darkness of sleep.