HTTYB - Day 19, Part 13

(truth or dare and then a foot commission after this)

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Standing up to admire her handiwork, Olivia gazed down at Reese’s nude form, whose ankles she had just tightly bound together several times over using one of the strings from Jordan’s bikini. The other string had been shaped into a thick loop, which was meant to be a handle for Reese to hold. “Why don’t you just tie my wrists together too?” he’d begrudgingly asked (and the begrudglement came not from having to be Olivia’s bikini—since his aversion to her tits had supposedly been conditioned out of him—but rather from the idea that he’d have to put in additional work while she was wearing him as a human swimsuit top).

Her reply hadn’t so much been an answer as it’d been a statement of the very reason he’d rather have his wrists tied in the first place. “Because this way, you’ll have to work for it. The moment you let go, suddenly I don’t have anyone supporting my breasts.”

So now he lay there, his sideways body held in Olivia’s hands as she lifted him to her breasts. He felt small and insignificant as her palm was able to hold his whole butt, with her fingers just barely grazing the hairs on his scrotum without her realizing it. His entire body was tense, sensing her giant body being so close to his dick, but she was busy trying to hold him in place as her other hand wrapped the strap tied to his ankles around her back. He moaned (though it wasn’t clear whether it was from physical stimulation or the anxiety it gave him) as she gently pushed his body against the massive fleshiness of her boobs. Her left breast was as wide as his entire torso, and melted into his scrawny chest, while her right breast formed itself over his shivering knees. “Is the breeze making you cold?” she asked sympathetically, a strong maternal tone in her voice. “Hopefully this warms you up then,” she smiled, scratching his back and gently nudging his head against the side of her breast, encouraging him to warm up with her body. “We’ll be back to the house in no time. Here, now take the handle and hold tight.” She gestured for his hands to reach around to her back, where they were still a few inches shy of reaching the bikini strap he was expected to hold onto. “Reeeeach, you got it!” she cheered, pushing his frail body even tighter into her bare tits, so that his arms might extend a little bit further to the back.

“Your boobs are too f… fucking big,” he managed to peep, almost calling Olivia’s tits “fat” instead.

But she just ignored his excuses and kept trying to pull his hands closer to the handle behind her. “Biiiig stretches Reesie, big stretch!” She could sense his fingers just barely brushing against the handle, until finally, with one final heave, she was able to get him to reach it, and his little fingers desperately grabbed ahold of the bikini strap. Just to help him out a bit, she wrapped a bit of the excess string around his wrists a few times, but luckily he seemed to be a good boy for the time being and was diligently holding on like he’d been told to. “Look at that! You make such a cute top,” Olivia teased, holding out her selfie camera to take a few photos of the naked, diminutive boy plastered sideways to her heaving tits in an effort to hold them aloft.

She was right. He did make a cute top. He wasn’t exactly sure if he’d use the term “cute” himself, but he certainly felt like a piece of clothing now. Just a couple months ago, he’d been a normal boy, freshly 18 and looking forward to finishing high school and starting his adult life. Now he was barely more than 3 feet tall, turned into a literal piece of human clothing—whether he felt more like Olivia’s bra or more like Olivia’s bikini, he hadn’t decided—and painfully gripping an apparatus that was keeping him snugly wrapped to the giant girl’s enormous breasts. He wasn’t saying anything, but the little squeaks and moans that came from his mouth made it clear that he was trying his hardest to hold on, and that every little shake, wobble, and jiggle from her tits was only making his job harder.

“Everyone ready to go?” Olivia asked her friends, who couldn’t keep themselves from staring at the sight their friend had constructed with Reese. But they nodded, and helped Olivia pack their things up.

As she moved around though, Reese’s flaccid penis would dangle every which way, and often would bump or rub against Olivia’s skin, sometimes even getting squeezed by her soft cleavage without her realizing it. He could feel some blood flowing to his private parts, and he knew he had to say something before he ended up getting an accidental erection. “Olivia, um… I need to… uh, can you…? I need to whisper something to you.”

She sighed, continuing to collect her things alongside Jordan and Elle. “You’re already tied up bud, just say it out loud.”

“But it’s not something I—”

“Just spit it out dude, honestly this is—”

“You’re giving me a fucking boner!”

The three girls went quiet, and Olivia glanced at Reese’s expression, down at his little penis between her boobs, and then back at his face. She raised an eyebrow, “Doesn’t really look like it.”

Reese blushed, feeling like she’d inadvertently just called his dick small. Because even if her breast was in the way of him looking himself, he knew he felt something. “Well it’s gonna look like it soon enough. Your fucking tits keep rubbing against it, what’d you expect?”

Olivia looked at the bikini-boy, her eyes exhibiting one part sympathy and two parts annoyance. “If you’re worried about me getting mad or grossed out, then don’t worry, I won’t really care. I’m body positive, remember?” And then, in a lower voice that was mostly to herself, but just loud enough that the others could hear, she added, “Not like it could get in the way anyways.” Knowing the shrunken boy’s prick wasn’t even as wide as her pinky finger, Jordan snickered at Olivia’s comment.

Somehow, Reese was able to ignore Olivia’s under her breath remark, and persisted with his plea. “But I’m worried about getting grossed out. It’s gonna make me super uncomfortable for you to make me hard, even if it’s not on purpose.”

“If boy parts are anything like girl parts,” Olivia argued back, “then a little bit of a physical reaction on your end isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s just your body responding to sensory stimulation. Aren’t guys always talking about how they get erections at the most random times?”

“I mean, kind of,” Reese confessed. “But this isn’t—”

“Then I don’t see what the big deal is. This is just another one of those random times, right?” She paused, then peered down at him with an accusatory gaze. “Unless this is your way of saying that my boobs are a turn-on for you? Or that you’re sexually attracted to me? Because now would be a really bad opportunity to just be bringing that up for the first time.”

It wasn’t true, but Reese honestly considered saying that it was. If he told Olivia that he’d always thought she was hot, or that she gave him boners every time they hung out together, would she get grossed out and let him go? Or would she react even worse and somehow punish him for his sexual deviancy? He opted to side with the truth instead. “No,” he quietly said.

“Great. But I’ll at least be nice enough to put your dick somewhere that it won’t get squished by my boobs as much, and’ll probably have a harder time even growing in the first place.” Clutching his head and his legs, she then shifted Reese’s body several inches to the side from where it had been, so that instead of flopping between her breasts, his dick was now squarely positioned right against her right boob—and his face had been relocated up against her left. “Maybe it’ll shut you up too,” she muttered, glad that his face was now lost in a balloon of titty flesh instead of somewhere that she could see its moping. “And obviously I still want you holding on tight.”

She quickly went back to cleaning up again, and after a minute, she and her friends were finally ready to start heading back to to the house with all their stuff. Olivia had been right about the new setup keeping him quiet; with his head now submerged into her thick mammary, he would only be able to speak incoherent muffles. Although her areola was half the size of his face, with her rubbery nipple constantly pushing against his lips and nose, so he didn’t dare open his mouth anyways.

Unfortunately, his dick wasn’t in a better position either. Much like Olivia’s tits had given Reese a bit too much stimulation, his face and hips were now giving her nipples a bit of stimulation back. With every passing second, Olivia’s right nipple continued to harden, soon pushing its way between his upper thighs, right against where his balls were. And though his cock was flattened against her boob, it seemed to still be hardening too, perhaps spurred on by her nipple reaching the point where it was practically like a saddle between his legs, a perch with which his legs were forcibly wrapped around.

Even though he couldn’t talk, Reese felt the urge to scream. Olivia’s left nipple now felt like it was trying to force its way into his nose, but since his nostril was too small to let it in, it just caused one hole to get plugged up by her nip while his other quickly tried sucking in air so he could keep breathing. Just a few minutes ago he’d seen Olivia bare breasted for the first time, and now he was already to the point of smelling them, registering their sweet and somewhat sweaty aroma in his brain. Up above him, he heard Olivia laughing at something Jordan said, paying Reese no mind at all. But having to be so close to her tits, having her areola wrestling with his facial features, having her other nipple tickling the underside of his dick, and all while having to strain his finger muscles as they tried keeping his entire body in bikini formation—it was all too much. He couldn’t handle it anymore. So he finally let go.

Olivia stopped, just barely stopping herself from tripping over her Reese’s body. For a moment, she just stared at him, and then took a deep breath before letting out a slow and tired exhale. “You’re so disappointing,” was all she said, picking his limp, three-foot body back up. “Jordan, just help me tie his wrists together behind me,” she said, holding his figure up to her tits again, but this time with his back to her breasts instead of his front. He didn’t say anything back, and he winced as his spine was contorted into a backwards curve that was sure to be sore the next day, but at least he wouldn’t have to hold himself into a bikini anymore. He wouldn’t have to have his face and dick get rubbed anymore either, actually. His dick was now exposed—his erect dick, unfortunately—but at least it’d probably go down soon now that it wasn’t being stimulated by anything

“Thanks,” he quietly told Jordan after she’d finished tying his wrists behind Olivia’s back, securing him into a bikini top position again. It was a thanks to Olivia too though, for finally relenting and making things a bit easier for him.

“No problem,” Jordan said, giving Reese’s exposed dick a strong flick with her fingers before turning around so they could keep walking.

He grunted uncomfortably in response, but said nothing.

And then they were on their way again, Jordan in front, Olivia in the middle and Elle at the back. Reese’s attention wasn’t focused on much of anything, since his head was crooked and Jordan was walking in front anyways, but he noticed something about a half mile away in the direction they were headed. Though his head was sideways, bouncing in rhythm with Olivia’s breasts, he saw a group of four people headed towards his group. A group of four people, one of whom was distinctly small, about the same size as the shrunken girl he’d spotted an hour ago. Oh fuck.

“Olivia, you’ve gotta get me down from here,” he begged, “that shrunk girl Hannah and her friends are coming this way.” He started squirming wildly, doing whatever he could to get out of his bikini binds. But Olivia was having none of it.

“I’m hungry. I’m thirsty. And I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now,” she replied. “Maybe if you hadn’t kept bitching about everything all the time when we were trying to leave, we could’ve left 10 or 15 minutes earlier and we wouldn’t have run into them. Or I’d be less in a grumpy mood.” Her tits continued jiggling against her chest as she walked, as if shaking Reese to mock him over the fact that he couldn’t escape. “But I just wanna get back to the house. I’m not stopping to untie you for the millionth time. If we run into your new little girlfriend, then that sucks for you.”

“But she’ll think I’m a creep or a weirdo if she sees me like this!

For the first time in awhile, Elle spoke up, not brave enough to challenge Olivia, but offering the boy a somewhat plausible suggestion. “Just tell Hannah that Olivia likes to fuck with you a lot. It’s obvious you’re not comfy and don’t wanna be there. Even if it’s embarrassing for her to see you like that, you wouldn’t be lying.”

Olivia shrugged. “Sure. Do that, Reese.” She kept walking.

“But I still have a boner!” he protested, whiny as ever. “She’ll think I’m a pervert if she sees me hard while I’m like this.”

“Do you need it taken care of then?” Olivia asked.

Reese couldn’t believe his ears. Is she seriously suggesting…

“I’m still not stopping til we’re back home. But we don’t need to slow down to help you out.”

“Who’s we?” Jordan scoffed. “I’m not touching his lil pecker.”

Elle made a grunt of disapproval to Olivia’s idea. They all knew without her even saying anything that she obviously wouldn’t help Reese out either.

Reese continued thrashing wildly across Olivia’s tits, but he was wrapped up so tightly against them that she wasn’t worried about him getting out. He wanted to badly for even one of his arms to be free; he’d jack himself off right there, right against Olivia’s breasts, if she really wanted to be like that. But no matter how much he squirmed, with his boner banging back and forth against his thighs, he just couldn’t get free.

“Clock’s ticking, Reese,” Olivia said, not speeding up her gait but definitely not slowing either. “What’s it gonna be?” But with only minutes until the two groups reached each other, Reese genuinely had no idea what he should do.

Would it be better for his new crush to see him being used as Olivia’s bikini, her huge tits squishing against every inch of his backside, while his erection waved strong and proud up front?

Or should he seriously put away his pride and somehow, as insane as it sounded, allow her to take his little dick between her fingers and beg for the Amazonian woman to make him cum as fast as she possibly could?