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… 7: The Apology …

John could hardly believe his ears: How could Chloe possibly think he was the one who owed her an apology, after all the trouble she’d caused!? And a hug, of all things! Didn’t the gigantic brat have anything better to do than make life difficult for him!?

Had it not been for Chloe’s insufferable smugness and the wildly unfair rules of that useless “truce,” he would have been jumping at the opportunity to get his arms around her flawless figure... Unfortunately, he’d been forced to spend all night desperately hiding his ever-worsening sexual frustration just to avoid being humiliated and crushed flat. Which was why the very last thing he needed right now was to be trapped in a mandatory hug with his hated rival while the girls examined his male libido under a microscope. The moment either girl suspected that Chloe’s incessant teasing was actually having an effect on John, they’d realize that his alleged disinterest in her had been nothing but an act. All the effort he’d put into carefully preserving his dignity would be for nothing!

All thanks to Chloe’s damn hug.

Unaware of John’s concerns, Amy cheerfully voiced her support for the ludicrous suggestion, “Ooh, great idea, Chlo! A hug is the perfect way for you two to patch things up!!! What do you think, John?”

Desperate to retain whatever shred of credibility he could—despite the fact he was already the size of an almond, naked from head to toe, and affixed to Amy’s fingertip like a discarded piece of chewing gum—John did his best to sound assertive and commanding, “As if! Chloe’s the one who’s been causing trouble all night, why am I the one apologizing!?”

Chloe only snickered at the accusation, “It’s just a hug, what’s the big deal?” Equally determined to ruin John’s credibility, Chloe took her jacket zipper in hand and slid it downwards, casually exposing a record amount of pale cleavage.

Like a locomotive careening off a cliff, John’s train of thought was immediately derailed, and his reply degenerated into slack-jawed stammering, “Wha- I, uh…”

Enjoying how effortlessly easy it had been to tongue-tie her target, Chloe leaned in and cooed sarcastically, ”Don’t tell me a simple apology is too much for you to handle.”

Despite the distraction, John couldn’t stand to let Chloe get away with being such a brat. He mustered every ounce of focus he could and stammered out, “Nuh- I mean, N-NO! I can handle anything you can dish out, Chloe.”

But for all his tough talk, Chloe was far too big for someone of John’s size to actually threaten… and they both knew it. Chloe casually smirked down at her harmless little rival, “If you insist, shrimp.”

It was that moment that Amy’s bubbly voice chimed in from behind, “I’m so glad you both agree!”

At first John had gratefully assumed Amy had decided against enforcing the hug. He glared triumphantly towards Chloe, who he hoped would be disappointed over her failed plan, but her devious expression gave him pause; What was she so happy about? It was only once John noticed himself rising up towards her that he realized something was terribly wrong... He tried to squirm free, or look over his shoulder, but couldn’t budge. Since the fate of his entire body rested upon the thoughtless positioning of his clumsy friend’s fingertip, all John could do was hope he wasn’t about to be crushed... What was Amy doing!?

Having innocently mistaken John’s proud declaration that he could “handle anything” as enthusiastic consent, Amy had naturally assumed it was up to her to carry out the hug on his behalf. “Lucky for you two,” Amy boasted, “I’m a bit of an expert when it comes to giving the perfect hug. The trick is to make it as soooft as possible!” John paled as Amy’s finger hovered in front of the entirely uncovered upper portion of Chloe’s bosom, pointing him towards the very squishy final destination of his apology hug... Oh no… Heedless of her little friend’s rising panic, Amy applauded her own ingenuity, “This spot will do nicely!” The two girls giggled playfully as Amy’s finger began to accelerate forwards, committing John to the apology despite his disapproval.

John let out a scream as he hurtled through the air, “Amy, wait! Stop! WAIT!” but she wasn’t even listening. Destined to go wherever the tip of her finger sent him, John felt very much like a passenger trapped inside an airplane that was destined for a crash landing.

Fortunately, Chloe was much, much too soft to pose any real danger to him. Rather than exploding in a ball of fire, John merely slapped face-first into the rounded surface of her left boob with an anticlimactic little *plap!* noise and a rapidly dissipating wobble. Like falling onto an overinflated waterbed, he thought to himself.

Although his touchdown had been relatively painless (even pleasantly bouncy), John still had worryingly little control over his present situation. His safety and comfort now depended entirely on the world’s biggest clutz and the world’s biggest tease, and already he was suffering from their collective indifference. Every minor, inadvertent adjustment of Amy’s finger would mash his face into Chloe’s skin, forcing him to constantly turn his head just to breathe, and the slightest movement from Chloe became an overwhelming earthquake of flesh that needed to be endured.

Thankfully, thus far neither girl had commented on the almost comically lewd nature of John’s “face-to-boob” experience. For a brief moment John dared to hope that he might just survive this ordeal with his dignity intact, as long as Amy showed restraint and kept the hug short and sweet rather than excruciatingly long. He just had to pray she didn’t come up with some plan to “improve” the hug in some calamitous way… But while John was all too familiar with how often Amy’s good intentions could end in disaster, even he couldn’t have predicted just how badly things were about to backfire on him.

Ironically, Amy’s determination to help John get on Chloe’s good side would be his downfall. In an ill-conceived attempt to make her little buddy’s embrace seem all the more convincing, Amy decided she needed to make it look like he was hugging with all his might. Unfortunately for John, Amy vastly miscalculated the amount of force that her plan would require, and brought her finger down with unnecessary strength. Little by little, the giant ditz unceremoniously steamrolled every part of her tiny friend’s naked body right into the warm, yielding surface of Chloe’s boob.

Amy smiled triumphantly as the last visible trace of John’s body vanished beneath her finger, already patting herself on the back for having expertly put everyone’s disagreements to rest. “There! Don’t you two feel better now that you’ve both, like, apologized and stuff?” John grimaced, He didn’t remember Chloe giving any apology!!!

John might have been utterly humiliated, but Chloe felt better than ever! Truthfully, the unparalleled size of Amy’s bosom had always been a minor source of insecurity for Chloe, so the fact that Amy’s little friend was so obviously driven wild by her own perky assets was greatly reassuring to her self esteem. It was simply an added bonus that her pint-sized rival couldn’t prevent his erection from grinding into her skin beneath Amy’s outstretched finger, further proving that he was loving every second of his involuntary apology!

If Chloe hadn’t already made it abundantly clear that she was not only a sore loser but an even worse winner, she confirmed it by boasting, “Well I certainly feel better! And I bet teeny does, too, now that he’s begged my forgiveness for all that ungentlemanly backtalk earlier!”

John really wanted to be angry at Chloe for acting like she was doing him some huge favor by letting Amy smother him to death against her feminine curves… but it was impossible to think of anything besides how perfectly, impossibly soft her body felt up against his own. He could even hear her heart beating rapidly through her chest (apparently all the skin-on-skin contact was exciting her, too). Between the dizzying stimulation and the immense pressure, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t experiencing full-body ecstasy right now.

Still pinning John down, Amy was happy to interject with her thoughts as well, “I’m sure John is, like, super sorry! And he promises not to break any more rules tonight! Right John?” Unfortunately, Amy didn’t realize that Chloe’s supple flesh was smothering John’s attempts to respond. Amy frowned impatiently, “Right, John???” Mistaking John’s suffocated silence for hesitation, Amy wriggled her finger in an effort to get his attention… but unfortunately he was still adhered to her fingertip, so all she accomplished was awkwardly smooshing his tiny body across Chloe’s boob several times.

But Chloe was all too happy to draw attention to John’s unmistakable distraction, “Don’t tell me Mister Big-mouth has gone speechless already?” Chloe let her taunt hang in the air for a moment before she added jokingly, “What happened to being able to handle anything, hmm?”

Beneath Amy’s finger, the friction had unexpectedly increased tenfold for John. Now Chloe’s warm skin was rubbing and jiggling against him in a neverending head-to-toe massage, and it was a superhuman feat for him to even think straight when every breath was a lungful of Chloe’s hot, pheromone-laden air. Some logical part of John’s mind desperately wanted Amy to realize her mistake and let up before she had a chance to notice just how much he was secretly enjoying this, if only to avoid the resulting humiliation… but at the same time he desired nothing more than to experience just one more blissful second of being fondled against Chloe’s body, since he never would have been big enough to do so himself. Before he knew it, the sensual barrage against his naked body was simply overwhelming.

At first Chloe only observed John’s feeble squirming with a self-satisfied smile, but then she noticed that he was leaving behind a viscous, wet trail wherever Amy dragged him, and bit her lip excitedly; Was he actually leaking precum right now!? Chloe’s breathing became noticeably heavy, which unbeknownst to her filled John’s head with thoughts of passionate sex, and caused him to drizzle another layer of semen onto her awaiting chest. Chloe couldn’t believe her luck: She now had irrefutable evidence that John was hopelessly infatuated with her! She couldn’t wait to rub that in his face later...

But Amy only noticed what was happening long after she’d already smeared John through several puddles of his own precum. When the big redhead finally let her finger come to a stop against her friend’s chest, John was trembling all over, caught on the very precipice of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Amy finally lifted John away so she could try to figure out what had happened, and giggled at the condemning smudge of semen that was left behind on Chloe’s bare (and now flushed pink) chest, “Oh my god, John! Did you actually, like…”

“Jizz all over my tits?” Chloe happily finished her friend’s sentence with the most snide grin John had ever seen,  “Yeah, it sure looks like it.”

Well this was just great. The exact humiliation John first hoped to avoid had come to pass. When John regained his breath, he caught Chloe leering at him with a level of smugness he never thought possible. No doubt she was very pleased with her little victory over his self control... If she hadn’t already been aware of the overwhelmingly erotic effect she had on him, well, she definitely was now.

Then he was spun around to face Amy, who was caught somewhere between poorly-concealed amusement and mild annoyance (which, for Amy, was about as close to “mad” as she ever got). “Jo-ohn! You just broke, like, so many rules!” How Amy had possibly expected her tiny friend to survive being literally massaged up against a woman as mind-bogglingly gorgeous as Chloe without so much as a boner was beyond John’s understanding, but at the moment he could barely stop his entire body from tingling in prolonged sexual expectation, let alone form a coherent response.

From behind, Chloe snickered, “I don’t know if I mentioned rule number nine, but it was: Don’t get cum on me. So that’s another rule the little perv broke just now.” John wondered if that was a made up rule or not.

Amy thoughtfully tapped a finger (thankfully not the one John was stuck to) to her lips, “Hmm, if he’s having this much trouble adhering to the truce, and stuff, maybe he should spend the night in horny jail. Just so he doesn’t distract you, Chloe!”

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