Movie Night (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

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… 3: The Tie Breaker …

In a very short time, Amy had made herself right at home. She was leaning over the back of the couch, smiling contentedly as she clicked through John’s impressive digital movie collection.

Meanwhile, John was impressed by something else, and watched with great attentiveness as the gigantic redhead lifted one thick leg, then the other, just to strip her colorful socks and, without looking, toss them onto some of his recently-unpacked belongings so that she could tap one bare foot against the other. As she settled back into place she thrust her ass out to keep balance, causing her skirt to ride up until she was casually mooning his entire side of the room. John savored the moment from the relative safety of Chloe’s palm; it wasn’t often he got to enjoy seeing such a beautiful woman’s backside without the imminent risk of being sat on. The arch of her back and the tightness of her mini-skirt only served to highlight the gentle back-and-forth wiggle of her buttocks. John felt his cheeks turning red despite his best efforts at suppressing his thoughts. From this angle all he could think about was what it would be like to come up behind her, place his hands on either side of her hips, and… well… not that he could accomplish such things at his size. But how could he not imagine it?

Chloe must have noticed his desperate staring because she half-whispered, “Regretting the wager already, are we? Or are you just jealous that I got to spank it before you did?”

John tried to look elsewhere, but nevertheless felt his gaze being pulled back towards Amy, “Okay, sue me, it’s a butt worthy of admiration.”

Chloe chuckled and glanced over to her friend’s rump, “No argument here. In fact, why don’t you admire it up close? Here, I’ll help you…”

John whirled around just as Chloe prepared her flicking finger, curling it back like a springboard ready to launch him straight towards that huge, awaiting ass. John clung to her hand and shrieked, “Don’t you fucking dare, Chloe!!!”

John spent a heart-pounding moment wondering if he was going to be sent flying, before Chloe huffed and lowered her hand, “Fiiine, I won’t. All I’m saying is, be careful what you wish for. Countless people have basically suffocated under Amy’s bounce-tastic backside already.”

John winced as that mental image sent another jolt of guilty desire through his body, and grumbled back, “Point taken. But there’s no rule saying I can’t look respectfully from a distance, is there?” There was no way Amy heard his tiny voice, but at that moment she chose to stretch her back, spreading her shapely buttocks until a conspicuous flash of brightly colored panties appeared between them. The only thing that kept John’s eyes from boring a hole in her underwear was his determination not to let Chloe catch him staring again; the last thing he needed was to give the giant tease any more ammunition.

John forced himself to look away, “On a related topic, I have to know… Did  you ask her to wear that? As part of some master plan to make me lose the wager or something?”

Chloe snickered, “While I’m flattered you think I’d go to such lengths in order to win a bet, no, I didn’t. I only told her to come over, and mentioned that my cute, shrunken, single roommate was going to join us. She just so happened to pick that outfit. Is that going to be a problem for you? What happened to all that -I can go all night without getting a boner, easy-peasy- talk, Mr. Confidence???”

“That was before you started spanking our houseguest right in my face, Chloe! Speaking of which, isn’t that kind of thing against the rules we agreed to???”

But Chloe maintained complete innocence, “Nope! The only rules are that you can’t cum or ask me for help, and I’m not allowed to squish you. You never said I had to keep my hands to myself with Amy! If you actually thought I was going to go easy on you, who’s fault is that?”

John opened his mouth to disagree… then closed it with a frown. She had a point. This was Chloe he was dealing with. If he’d expected her to show even the slightest decorum or restraint when her pride was on the line, even for such low stakes, he only had himself to blame.

But that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

John scowled, “I deserve a redo on this stupid bet. It should be against the Geneva Conventions for a girl that attractive to wear clothes that revealing.” John looked over his shoulder at Chloe’s similarly scant attire, “Though if it were, that would make you a war criminal too. You know I can practically see under your shirt when you hold me this close to you, right?”

Chloe chuckled under her breath, “Why else would I hold you up here?” With her free hand she gently tugged on the back of her shirt, removing all slack until the fabric hugged the shapely contours of her incredibly perky breast, outlining the subtle bulge of her areolas and the sharp bump of each stiff nipple. While John was busy staring, Chloe gave her chest the slightest little jiggle. Whether she meant it as a gift or a threat, John couldn’t tell.

As John’s face began to turn a deep shade of red, Chloe casually let her shirt fall slack and approached Amy by the couch as if nothing had happened. “See anything you like?” Chloe gave John a knowing wink.

Amy smiled over her shoulder as she clicked through the list of films and shows, “You guys have so many movies… but why are Stuart Little and The Borrowers both starred?” Amy stood up, holding the TV remote with a confused look on her face.

Chloe stifled a snicker, “They’re house favorites, what can I say.”

Having regained his composure, John was forced to explain, “Our resident shortstack likes to favorite any movie about tiny people on my account, since I can’t reach the remote. She’s a real comedic genius. Just ignore the… ignore…”

John trailed off as Chloe, in retaliation for his “shortstack” comment, held her hands out to position him precisely nipple-high next to her tall and busty friend. John fumbled over his words as Amy’s zipper jingled inches from his face. Of course it wasn’t the zipper’s *clinka-cling-ing!* that stole his attention, but everything else: in the short walk from the hallway to the living room Amy’s top had nearly unzipped itself all over again, once more spilling many inches of soft cleavage into the open air. And now Chloe had practically given him a front-row seat to the “Watch Amy gradually burst her way through a small jacket” show.

Trying his best to ignore the life-or-death struggles of Amy’s tight clothing, John gracelessly stammered, “Uh, ignore her. She’s just jealous of my awesome film collection. Plus I’ve already got a movie in mind: Ultra Spacewar 5000.”

Chloe made a face, “Isn’t that some cheesy sci-fi thing? With lasers and spaceships and stuff?” She pressed a button on the remote, and a movie depicting a busty and scantily clad heroine firing a laser gun appeared on the screen.

John explained, “It’s supposed to be the best WORST movie ever. Reviews say it was so bad that it’s even been banned in some European countries. We don’t even have to pay attention, we can just laugh at the horrible acting and talk over the rest.”

Amy chirped, “Ooh, that sounds fun!” and flashed John a lovely, agreeable smile that nearly made him melt on the spot.

But Chloe, of course, was going to be difficult, “Yuck, do we really want to christen our first movie night with a super lame film?”

John shot back, “Alright Little Miss Better-Ideas, what’s your brilliant suggestion?”

All too happy to share her clearly superior opinion with everyone, Chloe proudly revealed a DVD case the size of a billboard for John to see, “I’ve been saving this for a special occasion.” The cover depicted a busty and scantily clad heroine wearing some sort of futuristic police helmet and firing a plasma gun into the air. All in all, it looked nearly identical to John’s movie.

Chloe preened, “Cybercop 4000 is a classic. Probably way better than your totally lame Space Bimbo 5000 or whatever.”

John chuckled, “Sounds right up your alley then, Chloe. And who even watches DVD’s anymore besides cavemen?” John grinned at her increasingly visible irritation, “Or, well, cavewomen?”

Chloe flashed John a look of semi-affectionate menace, “Ha. I don’t remember asking the peanut gallery for opinions. Maybe you just need a closer look to really appreciate a good film when you see one!” Then she launched her Cybercop DVD case forwards, sweeping John off his feet and mashing his puny body directly against Amy’s awaiting chest, quite literally rubbing her movie choice in his face.

Adding insult to injury, John found himself pinned between the printed breasts of the movie heroine, as well as Amy’s very real and very full chest. He just couldn’t catch a break…

Amy looked on as her massive breasts flattened across the DVD case, only interjecting to half-heartedly scold Chloe’s antics, “Careful, you might squish him!” Unfortunately that mild rebuke was the full extent of her effort to aid John, before she became distracted by the decision of which movie to watch, “Although now that you mention it, Cybercop 4000 does look fun... But on the other hand I did like the look of Spacewar...” Amy trailed off indecisively, already forgetting all about the fact that John was still being rubbed into her chest with every passing second.

Chloe interjected wryly, “You just want to see Spacewar because you relate to the main character, Princess Space-Boobs or whatever-her-name-is.” She motioned to the woman prominently featured on the movie’s cover; aside from the great big pair of cans, there was little resemblance.

Amy made an unconvincing attempt to deny the assertion, “Oh shut up, I do not.” and stomped her foot in a playfully pouty motion that only served to jostle John further. Then she smiled again, “But if I was some kind of space princess, can you imagine what zero-gravity would do for my back? I’d never have to wear a bra again!”

Chloe teased back, “Please, if you ever went into space you’d generate your own gravitational field with those planets of yours and float away!” Both the girls chuckled, and John would have joined in the merriment had he not been gradually suffocating against Amy. Despite only hearing half of the muffled conversation, John underwent a moment of clarity as he began to understand how both girls could get along so well.

Amy frowned, “Hang on, let me take a closer look at your movie.” Chloe handed the DVD case over, and Amy held it out before her, failing to notice that John was now plastered to the case like a sticker. In fact, his position and pose made him look like one of the characters on the cover, frozen mid action-pose, and Amy’s gaze passed blindly over him.

“Hmmm…” Amy murmured, before turning the case over and reading the backside. For a terrifying moment John was suspended high over the ground, facing Chloe’s half-clothed body, wondering if he was going to peel away and fall a hundred feet to the floor… All while he could hear Chloe quietly giggling at his predicament. Then Amy flipped him back around, once more facing him towards her own humongous, barely-contained breasts.

Amy shrugged noncommittally and passed the DVD back to Chloe, “I can’t decide! Both movies look good to me. I’ll watch whatever you two can both agree on!”

Well, Amy might have been almost uselessly indecisive but at least she was still thinking of John, in a way…

But that compromise only made Chloe sigh melodramatically, “Uuugh! Fine. Teeny and I can talk it over.” She obviously wasn’t going to back down, which meant she had no other choice but to try and change John’s mind.

Amy turned her attention back to the TV and engrossed herself in watching a trailer for Ultra Spacewar 5000.

Meanwhile, Chloe looked at her diminutive male housemate, who remained firmly stuck to the plastic case even after she gave it a few impatient shakes. Never one to waste a golden opportunity, Chloe lifted him up to her face and joked, “Hey there, squirt, I didn’t know you were in this movie!”

John glared back, “Very funny, Chloe. Can you get me off?”

“Well, I could, but I think you’d lose the wager if I did that.” Chloe snickered, proud of her lewd little joke.

“I mean off of this stupid DVD, obviously!”

“Oooh, you should’ve been more specific. I could certainly do that too… Buuut I prefer to talk to you like this.” Chloe flashed him one of her trademark snide grins, making it perfectly clear just how entertaining she found John’s ongoing helplessness. “Now, what’s it going to take to get you to agree to watch my obviously better movie instead of your dumb thing? Amy won’t be happy until we agree on something.”

Happy to use his singular piece of leverage just to annoy Chloe, John joked, “If it’s that important to you, you could say I win the wager, for a start.”

Chloe scoffed, “Oh, you wish.”

“Don’t answer right away: feel free to take a minute to really think it over, if you need!”

But Chloe didn’t appreciate being teased by someone the size of her fingernail, “Here’s my counter-offer: the wager continues, and in return I don’t stuff this DVD case between the couch cushions.”

John was pretty sure Chloe wouldn’t actually follow through with that threat… But it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to testing the limits of her overinflated ego. “A fair proposal… I accept your terms,” He said, trying to hide his anxious terror.

Chloe grinned smugly, “I thought you might. But seriously, what’s it gonna take for you to agree to my totally-better-than-yours movie?”

John rolled his eyes and threw out the most ludicrous suggestion he could think of, “I dunno, a lapdance?” It’s not like she’d actually agree to anything he said, anyway. She just wanted to win the stupid argument.

But Chloe pursed her lips thoughtfully, “Mmm… Done!”

John balked, “W-wait, what? Seriously?”

“Yep!” Chloe brought her voice down to a sultry whisper, “I’ll even wear that see-through lingerie you keep asking about. How’s that for sweetening the deal, twerp?”

That certainly gave John pause. It wasn’t every day Chloe offered to actually indulge his fantasies… Usually when she was “in the mood” to be kinky she just crushed him against some naked bodypart without warning, casually reducing him to an improvised sex toy or a frustrated observer at best.

A thought came to John, “And you won’t finish by sitting on top of me like last time, right???”

“Nope, I promise!” Just to tempt him further, in a voice sweeter than syrup she cooed, “I’ll do more than dance for yooouuu~❤!” If she promised to “do more than dance,” that meant she was willing to do much, much more.

John gulped, trying not to let his expression betray just how desperately he wanted all that.

Chloe must have noticed the desire on his face, because her lips curled cruelly, “There is just one teeny little condition, though… You have to tell Amy your favorite movie is Stuart Little.”

John knew her offer was too good to be true! At least her request was petty, but not outrageous…

“And you have to admit in front of her that my taste in cinema is ‘far superior’ to yours, in those exact words.”

Okay, now she was getting carried away.

“Aaand you have to apologize for staring at her chest earlier, and say it only happened because she’s got the biggest and bustiest rack you’ve ever seen in your life!” Chloe giggled, evidently finding her increasingly humiliating list of demands thoroughly hilarious.

John glared back, “Oh, is that all!?”

Chloe shrugged, “If you’d prefer, we can just flip a coin instead. Heads, we watch your movie and maybe I give you that lapdance you clearly want so badly, if I feel like it. Tails, we watch my movie and you can work off all that pent up excitement all on your own. It’s your decision, of course!”

John was frowning now. Of course the big brat couldn’t make things simple for him. Of course she had to turn this into another agonizing dilemma. John had never been able to prove it but Chloe had unreasonably good luck whenever it came to games of chance, so he was very hesitant to leave things up to the flip of a coin…

Unfortunately, Chloe quickly tired of waiting for him to make a choice. “Alright!” She chirped, “Time’s up, shrimp. I’ve made your decision for you.”

“B-but I didn’t even—”

Chloe tapped Amy on the shoulder, “Hey, we decided we’re going to flip a coin to decide which movie we watch. That way it’s totally fair.”

Amy, who’d missed the entire conversation thanks to her extremely limited attention span, bounced to her feet, “Great! Let’s do it!”

Both girls stood there for a moment, doing nothing.

Chloe broke the silence, “Uh, do you have a quarter or something?”

“Maybe, let me check my pockets…” For a moment John wondered—What pockets???—but then Amy puffed her chest out, and he noted that there was indeed a pocket stretched over the front of each boob, though they were so small and form-fitting that it would have been a challenge to fit so much as a single dime in there. Nevertheless, Amy ran her hands up and down each breast, jiggling and squeezing them as she felt for loose change. John couldn’t help but stare in awe, since she was practically rubbing her nipples right in front of his face. God, what he wouldn’t give to lend her a hand right now…

Amy came up empty handed, “Huh, I guess not. Now what do we do?”

Chloe pondered the issue before grinning evilly, “I suppose we’ll just have to toss a tiny! It’s like a coin flip, but instead of a coin you use a tiny person.” Unapologetically interrupting John’s point-blank view of Amy’s underboob, Chloe scraped his pitiful form off the DVD case, “Watch. I’ll flip him in the air; if he lands on his back it’s heads and we watch his movie, but if he lands on his front it’s tails and we watch mine. Ready?”

Amy bounced agreeably, “Ooooh, sounds fun!”

Without waiting for so much as a nod of approval from John, Chloe catapulted her miniature friend high into the air with a flick of her thumb.

The room spun around and around, a sickening spiral of motion as John tumbled head over heels.

In their hurry to see the outcome of the “flip”, Amy and Chloe both crowded together, putting themselves right in the way of John’s descent. Hoping for a soft landing, John cried desperately, “CATCH ME!”

Chloe snickered, “Okay!” Then, willing and eager to throw herself in his way, the petite brat held her hands behind her back and outthrust her chest, carefully positioning herself directly in the path of his fall.

“Oof!” John smacked against Chloe’s shirt, sinking into the taut fabric (and the soft flesh underneath) before the springy surface flung him away like a trampoline.

As John flew into the air for a second time, he heard Chloe giggling to herself. When he reached the height of his arc, John realized why, and with great dismay: his new trajectory had put him on a collision course with Amy’s enormous, exposed chest. Unable to alter his course, John screamed as he plummeted towards enough cleavage to drown in.

Unfortunately, the one person capable of preventing disaster was far too slow to react. Amy simply stood and stared in surprise as John rocketed towards her. Thanks to her unhelpful lack of response, and the fact that her zipper was still wide open, John ended up slapping face-first against her open cleavage with a pathetic little *plap!*

After a dizzying flight and a sudden (yet soft) landing, John found himself lodged in partial darkness, his head and torso both firmly wedged into an extremely narrow space. Right between Amy’s two monstrously-large breasts. The tremendous pressure of her cleavage turned out to be both a blessing and a curse: it had stopped him from sinking any further in, but also made it nearly impossible for him to so much as move his limbs, leaving him with a permanent faceful of boob flesh. Even the mere act of shifting his arms or legs only resulted in him jiggling gently but uselessly in place. Nevertheless he tried to force Amy’s breasts apart, if only to give himself room to breathe.

Amy herself was utterly oblivious to the humiliation he faced, even though he was now helplessly trapped between the same eye-catching mounds that she’d been so casually waving in his face since she arrived. Making no effort whatsoever to rescue him from his inglorious entrapment, Amy instead sought Chloe’s opinion, “Huh… Does this count as tails?”

Chloe leaned in for a closer look. “I dunno about tails, more like feet in this case.” John’s upturned legs kicked frantically in the air, the universal tiny-person signal for -help me please.- But Chloe was too busy announcing her own victory to care, “I’d say that counts as face-down, so I win! We’re watching my movie, ha!”

Yes, hurray, now could someone please pull him out of here???

While Amy wasn’t at all bothered with having a grown man wedged in her warm cleavage, she still pursed her lips thoughtfully when she noted his flailing legs, “Wow. He must be like, really crammed in there, huh? Do you think he even heard which movie won?”

Right, because that was the top priority…

Chloe smirked, “Probably not, I’d better let him know.” Using just two fingers, Chloe gently pried Amy’s breasts apart, effortlessly achieving what John had been struggling to do since landing. She dug down until the little upside-down man’s face came into view, peering hopefully up at her from the narrow gap she’d made between Amy’s round tits. Clearly, he was expecting (or at least hoping for) rescue. It would have been effortless for her, and taken her no more than a second… But Chloe had no interest whatsoever in providing assistance. She was happy to leave her tiny friend right where she’d found him: sandwiched awkwardly between two walls of pale, jiggling flesh while she grinned down at him with her most smug smile yet.

“Heyyy Jooohn! Dunno if you heard, but my awesome movie won after all. Too bad so sad!” Then, under her breath and too quietly for Amy to hear she added, “Shoulda taken that lapdance offer when you had the chance…”

But while Chloe was busy taunting him from high above, John was stuck in perhaps the most humiliating situation of his life. Many many tons of gelatinous flesh threatened to crash together the moment Chloe withdrew her fingers, and in the meantime he was forced to meet her gaze through the pathetically narrow gap she’d left for him in Amy’s cleavage. She’d barely even left him room to breathe! In a feeble attempt to widen the gap John shoved his arms outwards, but Amy’s flesh was so soft and heavy that it only took seconds before he was straining with the effort of it. Worse yet, gravity continued to pull at him, gradually sliding him head-first into that warm crevice… As frustrating as it was to admit, he’d need help to get out of here, and soon.

Too bad his only options for salvation were either Amy The Superditz or Chloe The Smuglord.

With blood rushing to his head, John tried to speak calmly, “Congratulations, I’m so very happy for you. Now if you’re done gloating over your cheap victory—” John grunted as one of Amy’s breasts pushed past his hand and squashed up against his face, “—Would it be too much to ask for a little help!?”

Amy craned her neck downwards, “I can’t hear him, what’d he say?”

Chloe lied happily, “Apparently our little resident film-critic thinks the coin flip was unfair. If you ask me, he’s just being a sore loser. I mean, if he didn’t want my movie winning he should have chosen a different landing spot!” Her eyes locked with John’s and she gave him another sneer, “It’s almost like he wanted to get stuck between your boobs!”

“Heehee, really???”

John couldn’t believe what he was hearing: Was he really being framed for this situation, when Chloe was the one who knocked him towards Amy!? He snapped, “That’s not what hap—!” But Chloe withdrew her hand, leaving him to hold back Amy’s colossal walls of flesh unassisted. Hopelessly outmatched, John was unable to prevent the two hot, squishy surfaces from slamming together with unstoppable force, surrounding and silencing him with jiggly finality.

As her breasts bounced together Amy asked curiously, “What happened? Is John okay?”

Chloe tried to hide her grin, “Oh yeah, he’s fiiine. Trust me. He was just asking if it’s alright with you if he stays in there while we took a tour of the house! Y’know, instead of making one of us carry him around in our palm?” John kicked wildly, but failed to dislodge himself or gain any attention.

Amy smiled innocently, “Well I usually don’t stick anyone in there on purpose, but if that’s what he wants, sure! Should I make sure he doesn’t, like, fall out? It can get pretty bouncy down there…”

Chloe watched with smug satisfaction as her tiny friend wriggled and fought to correct Amy’s misunderstanding, only to end up wobbling in pathetic silence… Chloe could barely contain her laughter as she agreed, “Good thinking. Feel free to tuck him away if you’re worried about it!”

“Like this???” Carefully placing a finger against his protruding foot, Amy gradually forced the little man into the tightly packed space between her own ginormous breasts. John tried to slow his descent by bracing against Amy’s body, but it was hopeless… She was so soft and smooth that his hands merely slid across her flawless pale skin as he sank ever downwards.

Amy only paused when John’s hips were right on the verge of being submerged in cleavage: Now that his crotch was pressing directly against her skin, she’d finally noticed his boner poking into her. Yet she only smiled approvingly at the adorable little display, and decided there was no harm in leaving his erection rubbing against her for the time being. She didn’t want to embarrass the little guy by calling unnecessary attention to his reaction, after all!

Then a belated thought occurred to the massive redhead, “Um, it won’t be too tight for him in there, will it? I’m not wearing a bra, but still…” Amy’s eyes drifted over her own gigantic chest, vaguely pondering whether the pea-sized man would be able to handle the pressure. John, meanwhile, couldn’t stop his brain from repeating the words I’m not wearing a bra over and over.

Chloe was quick to assuage Amy’s doubts, “Don’t worry, he’ll be perfectly fine. If he gets uncomfortable he’ll let us know, or he’ll just climb out!” Chloe conveniently left out the fact that John was incapable of doing either of those things from his current position.

But Amy was easily convinced, “I guess that makes sense… Alright! Did I push him deep enough yet, or…?”

John tried to yell—”TOO DEEP, TOO DEEP!”—but no one heard his voice through the fat of Amy’s heaving chest.

Even worse, he could hear Chloe gleefully speaking on his behalf, “Not yet! Make sure you push him aaall the way in, just so we don’t lose him on the tour.”

Amy peered down at John’s lower body. She thought he looked pretty seriously squished already, crammed between her tits like that… Normally she wouldn’t do something like this, but surely Chloe knew best, right? Plus, judging by the obvious bulge between his legs, the little man must have been fine with it! With a carefree shrug, Amy unceremoniously jammed her finger all the way up to the knuckle between her breasts, and John, powerless to stop her, vanished from sight. Once Amy’s hand withdrew, the distant sound of muffled pleading could be heard emanating from the depths of her cleavage.

Misunderstanding his nearly inaudible panic, Amy did her best to offer some belated reassurance, “Don’t worry John, we can still watch your movie next time!”

Chloe smiled as her tiny roommate disappeared from view. As one final precaution to ensure his soft imprisonment became permanent, she suggested innocently, “Oh, before we start, don’t forget to zip up your top! Just so he doesn’t slip out halfway through the tour or anything.”

“Oh sure! Wouldn’t want that!” Without a second thought, Amy zipped her jacket right back up, struggling only slightly when she had to force her ballooning flesh back into the confines of her clothing. John’s final shriek of terror became an inaudible murmur as the zipper passed over him, sealing him away from the world for good. Completely failing to consider how horribly tight she’d just made her tiny captive’s humiliating and precarious position between her breasts, Amy gave her chest a gentle test-bounce that sent it wobbling around like an oversized mass of jello, and beamed triumphantly when the overloaded zipper survived intact, “There! All set!!!”

Chloe could barely contain her delight. With her shrunken friend’s entire body secured inside an impossibly-tight prison with nothing but two jiggly, thousand-times-his-size breasts for company, she figured the wager was as good as won. She knew perfectly well that if the friction didn’t drive him crazy, the incessant bouncing sure would! Not to mention the mental image of John spending the next thirty minutes completely encased in jiggling boob flesh, getting more and more pent up by the minute, was simply priceless… Chloe looked forward to teasing him about this for days to come!

John, meanwhile, was very far from amused. His fate had been put squarely in the hands of one of the bustiest, dumbest women he’d ever known. But no matter how great his annoyance, there was nothing he could do to improve his situation. His arms and legs were pinned immovably in place, and in every direction there was simply more boob awaiting him. He was trapped in what felt like an infinite, never-ending expanse of feminine flesh. And he still had hours to go before the night was over!

Then he heard Chloe beckon, “Alright, let’s get started! Since John’s a little, heh, occupied for the moment, I’ll be tour guide numero uno. We’ll start with the dining room…”

Before following, Amy smiled down and casually addressed the man trapped within the confines of her warm cleavage, “Just let me know if you need anything, kay? I’ll try to keep the bouncing to a minimum so you don’t get dizzy!”

While clearly misguided, Amy’s friendly reassurance still brought some small comfort to John. If she was extremely careful with her movements, then maybe, just maybe, this farce of a tour wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Then she set off after Chloe, and whatever promise she’d made to prevent his situation from deteriorating proved to be less than worthless.

Amy’s very first gleeful step forward launched her chest into the air, bringing John along with it. In the span of a second the tiny little man experienced the entire rise and fall movement: first a sickening weightlessness as he lifted upwards, then an instant of unimaginable pressure as her breasts came crashing back down to collide heavily around him, and finally several jiggly aftershocks as he was pummeled in place between them.

Oh God, John groaned as Amy took her second step and began the process all over again, Please let this tour be over quickly…

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