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5: A Flower of Hope

Still clinging to Amy’s dangling necklace, John craned his neck upwards and shouted, “Amy!!!”

“Huh? Someone say something???” Amy started at the sound of John’s voice, shifting his perspective erratically as the necklace jerked towards her huge, hanging breasts.

“Amy! I’m down h-!”

*Whap!*

The pendant slapped against one of Amy’s bare tits like a wrecking ball against jello, instantly squishing the tiny man into the soft surface.

No longer able to identify the source of the tiny voice, the confused young woman searched the ground by her feet, “John!? You’re where???”

Unfortunately, the collision had flattened John’s body to the pendant’s surface, and as it fell back into the open air he was dragged along with it. He had to go wherever it went. Once the necklace had swung out as far as it would go, it began to swing back the other way like a terrible pendulum… Right back towards the ginormous redhead’s ballooning chest.

John had only a moment to shriek, “I’m on your neckla-!”

*Bam!*

The frontside of John’s body impacted a wall of mercifully cushiony skin, only to bounce harmlessly away. Despite the softness of the collision, it was enough to knock the air from John’s lungs, cutting him off mid-sentence. Not to mention the unpleasantness of being whirled through the air without the slightest bit of control over his own destination. But at least he was hanging in plain sight; Surely Amy would see him now!

Yet she was still blindly scouring the floor for any sign of him, “Jooohn, where are yooou???”

John could hardly muster another reply. It felt like he was trapped on the world’s most humiliating amusement park ride, as the big girl’s every movement sent him hurtling back and forth through the air beneath her, repeatedly smashing face- or crotch-first into her exposed chest.

The only upside of the situation was that, so long as Amy stayed bent over, John was somewhere she could easily find him. If she stood now, the damn necklace would drag him right back into her cleavage, like an anchor pulling down a drowning sailor… He needed to get her attention before that happened!

With renewed desperation John cried out, “Amy! Can you hear me!? I’m down here! Listen, don’t stand up, okay!?”

“What? Why not???” Thoughtlessly ignoring John’s very specific, very desperate directions, the huge woman began to straighten.

John let out a groan of tremendous frustration as Amy’s cargo-ship sized bosom rose up to meet him.

*Plap!*

As the surface of Amy’s chest became level, the pendant bounced to a standstill atop one massive boob, trapping John underneath. While the flower-shaped bauble might have been a dainty little thing to the likes of Amy, to him it was more than heavy enough to pin someone as small as John against her jiggling body.

John shook gently as the soft mass beneath him shifted to one side. Amy peered down to look into her own cleavage but blinked when she didn’t find him there, “I swear I heard you just a second ago… Why’d you tell me not to stand up, anyway?”

John groaned with frustration and desperately tried to ignore just how wonderfully soft and warm Amy’s body felt against him.

When she didn’t receive an immediate response, Amy shrugged. “Hmm, I can’t find you anywhere… Ah well.”

What? Just like that, she was giving up!?

Just when John feared he might be spending the rest of the night as an unnoticed addition to his busty houseguest’s jewelry, a small miracle occurred.

When Amy finished looking between her breasts and removed her hand, she unwittingly bumped a finger against her necklace pendant and flipped it over. By pure chance, John was now facing up towards her flawlessly gorgeous face from directly below. Evidently John’s guardian angel had been looking out for him at that exact moment, even if they’d been slacking off up until now.

But John’s relief didn’t last long. The pendant was alarmingly close to Amy’s gaping cleavage, and he could feel it wobbling slightly, beginning to tip towards that steep crevice. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d be dragged back into those jiggling depths.

John flexed his limbs, but couldn’t free them from the molded nooks and crannies of the pendant’s shape. He wasn’t going anywhere without Amy’s help.

“Amy!!!”

Once again, the enormous girl looked around as if a mosquito had just called her by name, “Whuh?”

As her great chest wobbled, the flower pendant shook and slid a half-inch towards the dark canyon of cleavage.

John’s voice rose an octave higher in pure panic, “AMY! Stop moving! I’m on your necklace!”

“My what?”

“Your necklace!!!”

Amy peered downwards, and this time, to John’s relief, the young beauty’s hazel eyes locked onto him, “Oh! There you are! Haha, I forgot I was even wearing this thing.. Usually it just disappears between my boobs!”

“I’m well aware of that, trust me… Look, can you pick me up, so we can talk face to face, or something?”

“Sure!”

Unfortunately, when Amy brought her arm up she accidentally bumped her ginormous chest, knocking the pendant—and John—right into her own awaiting cleavage. John’s squawk of alarm ended abruptly as he disappeared down that fleshy chasm, exactly as he’d feared he would.

Amy reacted to her clumsy blunder with a smile. It would have taken the huge girl only a second to simply reach down and undo her mistake, but instead she brought her arms together and squeezed the pendant—and the tiny man stuck to it—between her great big tits. “See what I mean about this thing always, like, disappearing on me??? It’s a good thing I actually saw you go in there or else I might’ve lost you too!”

Assuming that John found the situation just as funny as she did, Amy gave her chest a few more gentle squeezes, making it disappear from view each time, before finally plucking the gold chain from her cleavage like fishing line from a lake.

“Guh…” John gasped as Amy dangled him in front of her big, beaming face.

“Hey! I just finished touring your mini-house! It was sooo cool, thanks for showing me around!”

John didn’t see what he’d contributed to the tour, but he simply didn’t have the energy to decline her thanks, “Any time…”

“So what’re you up to?”

Was she serious!? John looked across from the dangling necklace pendant, wondering if Amy was messing with him… but she seemed completely sincere. John merely grumbled, “Oh, you know, just… Hanging around.”

Amy giggled, “Oh right, ‘cause of the necklace… That makes sense. Was there anything else you wanted to show me on the tour, or should we head back to Chloe now?”

Oh God. If Chloe saw him like this, dangling from her busty friend’s neck like a tiny human boob decoration, she’d never let him live it down… He had to do something.

“Look, Amy, I’m really glad you enjoyed the tour and all, but if you wouldn’t mind, could you…”

He let his gaze slip downwards for a moment, and had to close his eyes. Amy was unwittingly holding him in such a way that the lower half of his vision was filled with nothing but pale bosom. “C-could you, erm, get me off of here, before we start the movie?”

Amy blinked as if the thought hadn’t even occurred to her, “Off of where? Oh, off my necklace! Yeah, totally, hold on…”

John let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you Amy, I appreciate your—”

Amy’s big fingertip smashed into John’s body, instantly undoing whatever little progress he’d made in coming loose up until this point. If anything, each poke was getting him even more stuck in place than before. When her finger withdrew, John’s limbs were splayed outwards against each flower petal like he was part of the design.

Amy frowned at the clear downgrade in John’s situation, as if puzzled by her lack of success, “Huh, that didn’t work at all… I’ll try using my nail this time.”

John grimaced as Amy’s hard fingernail jabbed clumsy into his arm, then his shoulder. Every attempt was stretching the threads of his t-shirt. “Be careful, please, or you’ll —”

*Rrip!*

Amy tore John’s shirt down the middle, exposing his bare torso. “Crap, uh… Maybe if I start on your legs, instead?”

“Wait, Amy, don’t —!”

But his belt had already caught on her fingernail.

*Rrrrip!*

The last of John’s clothing fell away in tatters, to his utter bewilderment. How could one ditz cause so many problems in such a short amount of time???

Amy offered a look of befuddlement, as if she’d had no warning whatsoever that this might occur, “Wow, I always forget how flimsy tiny clothing is…” Then she realized John was naked, and her curious gaze lowered towards his crotch. She extended a curious finger and nudged his incredibly stiff erection to the side before commenting on the obvious, “Yikes, I didn’t get your underwear too, did I???”

John was tomato red, “Yes! You did! I can still see it caught under your fingernail!” He couldn’t believe how casually Amy had just brushed up against his junk…

“Oops! Sorry about that.” Amy raised her finger and examined the scrap of fabric before flicking it away, as if simply ignoring the damage would render her less guilty. John watched it flutter down and disappear into her bottomless cleavage… a bad omen if ever there was one.

Despite having single-handedly worsened the little man’s embarrassing predicament tenfold, Amy was quick to downplay the severity of her mistake, “Um. Don’t worry, I doubt anyone will even notice!” She clearly hadn’t meant it as an insult, but John was mildly offended by the insinuation that his naked figure, even at his most aroused, was of no significant interest to big women.

“Also, if it helps,” Amy continued gleefully, “I think you’re a much cuter accessory than my little flower!”

John didn’t know whether to be flattered or humiliated, so he settled for a bit of both, “I’ll be sure to put that on my resume, thanks.”

“Heehee, just let me know if you need references!” Amy’s giggling caused her chest to shake, and John was reminded of where he’d end up if he let Amy’s attention get away from him for even a second.

While Amy might have been perfectly happy to chit-chat away with a tiny naked person literally attached to her own jewelry, John knew the moment she got distracted or released her grip, he’d vanish right between her monstrous breasts all over again. Ending up right back where he started was a prospect that frightened him greatly… especially now that he was naked.

He had to keep her focused. No distractions.

“Uh, Amy? Can’t you just take the necklace off for now?”

“Aww, but this one’s my favorite! Besides, what if I misplaced it and lost you? I think it’s best if I leave it on for now. At least until I think of a way to get you free!”

John had to admit there was some logic in that, even if her first concern had been for her own style. And it’s not like he was capable of freeing himself without her help, anyway. “Well… alright, I guess. As long as you promise me you won’t forget that I’m down here. And if I’m going to be stuck like this, can you reach into my room and grab me a spare change of clothing first? Even just a new pair of pants???”

Amy grinned patiently, “Aww, what’s the rush? I don’t mind a little nudity! Besides, won’t Chloe want to see just how much fun her little friend had on the tour?”

Amy’s eyes flicked down to John’s crotch, and he couldn’t tell if she was referring to him or his erection… but the mention of Chloe’s name triggered his fight or flight response, “Wait! You CAN’T tell Chloe about this!”

“Huh? Why not? She told me you guys saw each other naked all the time.” Ugh, thanks Chloe…

Considering what little dignity was left to save, John decided to come clean. He was so far over his head, his only hope now was to throw himself at the mercy of this gigantic young flirt and hope she could be convinced to help him.

“B-Because!” He stammered, “Chloe and I have this wager. She bet I couldn’t go all night without… without cumming, and if I lose, she’s going to make my life all kinds of hell. It sounds ridiculous but it’s true!”

Surprisingly, Amy didn’t seem taken aback by the admission. She only nodded understandingly, “Yeah, that sounds like Chloe alright. She can be so competitive sometimes… But why would it be such a challenge to just go one night without cumming? Shouldn’t that be, like, super easy?”

John made an -Are you freaking kidding me?- face towards Amy’s tight-fitting top, wet-dream inspiring cleavage, and ass-hugging short skirt. He could fill a book with all the suggestive things she’d put him through in just the last fifteen minutes.

The huge redhead looked down at her own outrageous appearance, then at John’s naked (and clearly excited) body… and a look of recognition dawned, as if she were finally putting two and two together. “Oooh! Have I been making it harder on you this whole time, and junk?”

“Extremely!!! It’s not your fault, but I really need you to take it easy, and be extra careful, even for just 10 minutes so I can rest a bit… Okay?”

Amy looked perplexed, “But I’m always careful with tinies!” As if she could prove her trustworthiness with enough bouncing, she then gave a pouty wiggle of her chest, sending another ache through John’s balls.

Clearly, subtlety wasn’t working. John decided to be direct, “I know you’re trying to be careful with me, and I appreciate it, I really do, but you were this close to titty-fucking me to death during the tour!”

To John’s horror, Amy wasn’t shocked but amused by this fact, “I was???”

“Yes! You almost—hey!”

John swung awkwardly as Amy lifted him up for a closer look, not even hiding the fact that she was admiring his naked form, “Oh man! I thought I felt something poking me down there earlier! Is all this just from looking at my boobs? Or was it from when you were all squished between’em, and stuff?”

John didn’t have a chance to respond before Amy started playfully flicking his penis back and forth, frying his brain’s ability to respond via pure sensory overload. Why do they always do that!? It’s not a toy, damnit!

“Amy!!!” John finally gasped, exasperated beyond all reason.

“Yuh huh?” Amy’s immense face smiled down at him, cheerful as ever… but she was hardly actually listening. She immediately reached up and gently pinched his throbbing erection between her thumb and index finger. “Oh wow!” Amy breathed in delighted wonder, “It’s, like, so hard. No wonder you didn’t want Chloe to see… Haha, I can feel it twitching!” The huge woman nibbled her lip, clearly thinking naughty thoughts of her own and enjoying involuntary John’s reactions to contact with her fingers.

If only John were full sized, Amy might have been more impressed by the size of his member. It would be enough to fill her hand or her mouth, or to fit nicely between her perfect breasts, or to give her something large enough to ride on top of, enough to make her moan and quiver with ecstacy… It would be big enough that she’d have to treat it with some respect, especially once it was at full mast and throbbing right in her face... Instead, the sum total of John’s male sexuality had been reduced into a teeny little stress toy for the gigantic young woman to prod and poke at until she got bored. His raging erection was no more than a miniscule source of entertainment for the busty girl, incapable of providing meaningful sexual satisfaction, that she could either play around with or ignore altogether, without any concern for the consequence.

So why was part of John’s brain secretly hoping she’d keep going?

“Amy…” John gulped, conflicting emotions battle in his head like World War III, “I’m asking you—I’m begging you—don’t make me lose this bet! If I want to have any chance of surviving tonight, I need your help… Please, I’ll do anything. Just help me, PLEASE!!!”

“Weeell, when you put it that way…” Amy carefully considered her choices, clearly enjoying her chance to play such a decisive role in the night’s big contest, while her fingers continued to idly fidget and play with the thing closest to them: John’s stiff penis.

John grunted, “A-Amy! You’re  still rubbing my—ah!”

But the huge girl wasn’t listening: she was staring off in deep thought, “What to do, what to do. On the one hand, it wouldn’t be fair if I played favorites…”

John could hardly think straight. With his sensitive shaft trapped between Amy’s fingers, he was subjected to every miniscule, involuntary change in pressure… She didn’t even seem to be aware she was fidgeting with the tiny man’s body, but that didn’t stop her movements from sending electrifying jolts of pleasure up his spine. And since his arms were trapped against the pendant, he couldn’t even alleviate the stimulating pressure by pushing her damn hand away…

Thus, John was saddled with the Herculean task of ignoring everything Amy was doing before his own body could betray him.

But with those blimp-sized tits constantly jiggling right in his face, it required superhuman willpower to keep horny urges out of his head for more than a millisecond. He tried to distract himself with calming thoughts: Puppies, cute puppies, sweater puppies bulging against a tight shirt—no! Sports, playing basketball, playing with big basketball sized tits—damnit!

Amy’s buxom presence simply demanded his full attention. And it certainly didn’t help that she had seemed half oblivious, half receptive to his lustful glances all night… Nor the fact that she seemed perfectly content to hold a conversation while his naked erection literally throbbed right between her fingers. Did she not realize that she was at imminent risk of making him burst? Did she simply not care? Did she like it? John was literally the horniest he’d ever been, yet the enormous woman appeared equally untroubled by both his growing frustration, and by the prospect of receiving a tiny, sticky facial…

She didn’t even notice as she coaxed a single drop of precum from John’s shaft and smeared it into her thumb, despite his pained groan. How could she be so oblivious to the shockwaves of euphoria he was experiencing at her every touch???

The gears in Amy’s head continued to turn at a snail’s pace, “But on the other hand, I suppose I might be, like, partially at fault for tearing all your clothes off, and stuff…”

John wondered what terrible sin he’d committed in a past life for fate to put him in the hands of the least attentive, least decisive woman alive. This was the first time he’d found himself alone with Amy, and he was finding her impossible to manage, even without Chloe around to complicate things. He’d thought that simply reasoning with the enormous ditz would prevent her from demolishing him beneath her curves, but that had proved to be an utter fallacy… His only hope now was to bank on her seemingly bottomless kindness.

Before he paid the price of her inattention, anyway…

Finally the huge woman reached a decision, “Alright, I’ll help you! I know how overly competitive Chloe can get, so I’ll be extra extra careful from now on! Super promise! And no matter what, I’ll keep this little secret between you and me!” With one last prod against John’s aching crotch for emphasis, Amy finally, mercifully withdrew her hand.

And like that, no strings attached, John owed Amy a life debt. A wave of overwhelming relief washed over the tiny shrunken man, as well as an equally overwhelming sense of shameful frustration, “Thank you Amy, really!”

“No problem! It’ll be fun, like a secret little alliance between us!” Amy smiled and cheerfully bounced on her feet, and John felt a painful ache in his balls as he watched her enormous chest shaking right in his face. He couldn’t wait for this to end… Even though he’d be thinking about Amy for years to come.

Seemingly blind to the little man’s ongoing sexual frustration, Amy chirped, “Ooh, also, I had an awesome idea! What if I used my mouth to suck you off?”

John gaped, “What!?”

Amy smiled with bubbly innocence, as if her suggestion were 100% harmless, “Yeah! I’ll bet I can get you off of my necklace with, like, my tongue, and stuff! Plus I think my saliva might loosen you or something. Clever, right?”

John’s erection was already hard enough to ignore without Amy’s constant jiggling, and now he also had her innuendo (intended or otherwise) to deal with? He had plenty of experience dealing with big alluring women, what with Chloe’s incessant attempts to tease him into a coma on a daily basis, but somehow Amy was ten times worse without even trying. She was like a 400’ tall on switch for his sex drive, and she was just sitting there, smiling obliviously.

John forcefully declined the suggestion, “Absolutely not! We need a plan that doesn’t involve crushing me against some part of your body, okay?”

But Amy misunderstood John’s concern, and flashed a casually reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind at all! You can be like my cute little lollipop. Watch!” With that absurd (and emasculating) statement out of the way, Amy drew John towards her puckering lips.

“Amy, wait! Not while I’m naked! Not while I’m—”

*Smoosh!*

John’s outstretched body plowed into Amy’s pink lips, his crotch immediately finding its way into the soft opening between them. She smelled like fruity bubblegum, and every breath he took filled his lungs with her intoxicating scent. His head was already swirling as Amy parted her lips and began gently sucking at him.

The pressure was indescribable, like the enormous woman was attempting to slurp his life force right out of his body. He began to panic when the suction created by Amy’s lips literally pulled the air from his lungs and left him gasping and choking in her sweet saliva.

But Amy remained completely oblivious to his imminent suffocation, and hummed musically as she worked. Her tongue slid out to probe and lick John’s naked body from top to bottom as if exploring him by touch and taste alone. After slathering his face a few times, she licked her way further down his body… And paused once her tongue pressed into something hard, and she felt John flinch against her lips.

“Hey!” Amy chuckled, her loud voice nearly deafening the poor man caught against her assaulting mouth, “Is that what I think it is down there???”

As if confirming some suspicion, Amy prodded her tongue between John’s legs a few times, unaware that each repetition brought her little friend ever closer to orgasm. The huge redhead chuckled and rolled her eyes, “Come on, I’m trying to focus here! This is no time for flirting, silly.”

Flirting!?! Did she really think he’d chosen to have an erection right now?

Then, to John’s horrified astonishment, Amy’s tongue advanced anyway, forcing his erection aside and pinning it against her soft lower lip as she began to lick around his midsection. What the hell was she doing? Didn’t she realize her rescue attempt had turned into a full-body blowjob? Or did she simply not care???

Amy giggled when John’s hard on continued stubbornly prodding her tongue, but she ignored it this time, and mumbled eagerly around her closed mouth, “Is it working? Am I getting you off???”

Well, yes and no. On the one hand, John was closer than ever to an explosive, mind-melting and ball-bursting orgasm… On the other hand, Amy’s sticky tongue kept squashing his body into the hard pendant, getting him more stuck than ever. He wasn’t even sure which outcome her innuendo filled question was referring to, any more.

But despite the giant redhead’s completely unrealistic expectations, John couldn’t even reply, let alone explain the frustrating futility of what she was doing. Her pillowy lips had formed a perfect seal around his torso and legs, and her wet tongue assaulted his naked midsection without hesitation or hindrance. John was left to pay the price of Amy’s thoughtless plan as his aching genitals were kneaded and slapped around by her tongue’s clumsy movements…

By now John’s balls were on the verge of exploding. It would have taken only a few thrusts between Amy’s lips just to finally bring relief… But even if there wasn’t the threat of Chloe’s wager looming over his head, he couldn’t actually move far enough to manage even a single pitiful hip-thrust. He could only wait as the enormous girl leisurely poked his aching boner with her tongue, hoping all the while that he might eventually come free before this humiliating exercise resulted in any worse consequences.

Up above Amy cooed happily, the volume of her giggly purr rattling John’s brain inside his skull, “Almost there!” and dragged her tongue up between John’s legs, sending a shiver up his spine. He didn’t know why she thought she was nearly done, but he felt nearly done. The stimulation was becoming too much to bear. Groaning, John started involuntarily leaking precum onto the tip of Amy’s hot, writhing tongue.

It should have been impossible for a woman of Amy’s size to notice such a small amount of liquid, yet she made a sound like she’d just tasted something delicious, “Mmmmmm~❤… A little more!” The volume of her giggly purr rattled John’s brain inside his skull.

Then Amy started sucking even harder.

John’s hips actually separated from the pendant as his cock and balls were pulled inexorably into her warm mouth, and he let out a shaky moan—

Oh God.

As John’s body began to spasm in ecstasy and sink into the gigantic redhead’s soft lips, an epiphany struck him: if he came now, not only would the overly flirtatious redhead clearly be okay with it, but all the evidence would vanish down her throat. Chloe wouldn’t have any proof of what happened! Now was his one and only chance to take advantage of the loophole!

Just a bit more… He was about to—

Then, just as suddenly as she’d pressed him to her mouth, Amy hoisted him away. John hung in the air over Amy’s cleavage, coated in a mixture of lipstick and saliva, feeling more unsatisfied than he’d ever been in his entire life. He barely had the energy to groan, “F-fuck…” His penis twitched and bounced in disappointment, screaming for more of the young woman’s attention…

But Amy’s big brown eyes passed right over John’s swollen cock as she examined him with a look of puzzlement. “Huh,” she remarked calmly, “I thought that would work but you’re still, like, stuck to the necklace, and stuff. Darn!” If she noticed the damage her suck-a-thon had done to John, or the fact that she’d left him on the very precipice of life-changing orgasm, she didn’t mention it. She only gave an untroubled shrug, “Ah well, it was worth a shot!”

“Amy…” John rasped in exhausted frustration.

The big girl smiled back, “Hey, want me to try sucking you free again? I can go harder this time!”

God yes…

“N-no! Slow down, just… Let me think for a sec.” John’s mind was still fuzzy. “Look, no more bouncing, no more rubbing, and no more sucking! It’s too much! I am at the end of my rope here, Amy!”

“Whaddya mean?” Amy's thin eyebrows furrowed in concern, then her eyes lit up as she saw what lay between her miniscule friend’s legs, “Oooh right, haha, I knew I was forgetting something! Sorry about that!”

Grinning like she’d just rediscovered a misplaced favorite toy, Amy reached up and—to John’s indescribable aggravation—gently squeezed his aching penis between her fingertips. “Holy moly, you are pent up… Shouldn’t you try being a little more careful though, ‘cause of that wager you talked about?” Amy obviously didn’t understand that she alone was the one destroying the little man’s ability to focus. “I thought you said that, like, you weren’t supposed to cum, or whatever???”

John barely got the words out between jolts of pleasure, “Please, please Amy… I am trying not to, but I c-can’t take anymore. I need…” I need you to rub me all over your big beautiful chest until I die and go to heaven… No, to stop! John needed her to stop!!!  “I need you to sto—”

But Amy, as usual, had only been half listening. When the bubbly young redhead finally detected the frustration in her tiny friend’s voice, she didn’t even bother letting him finish his desperate request. If his rock-hard member was anything to go by, obviously he wanted her help blowing off steam while they had some privacy, and there was no time to lose!

“Don’t worry, cutie, I know just how to help! All you had to do was ask.”

John let out a sigh of utter relief… then Amy’s boobs seemed to expand.

With deliberate precision, Amy tilted the pendant downward until John was directly facing her gigantic, full, lightly freckled chest. She even smiled when a few little, impatient drips of his precum fell and splattered onto her bare skin. Taking that as a good sign, she pushed her arms together, squeezing even more of her impossibly bountiful bosom, each mound large enough to crush him a hundred times over, up into view. Once she was satisfied that John would have the perfect vantage point, she began carefully massaging her fingers over his crotch… and was rewarded with an immediate grunt of appreciation from the little man. Amy beamed and bounced excitedly on her toes: Her plan was already working!

John let out another groan of frustrated terror. What was Amy doing? She wasn’t the type to deliberately sabotage his chances of winning the wager… How could she have possibly misinterpreted his request for her to go easy on him?

He had expected her to be as clumsy at this as everything else, but instead her touch was shockingly tender… He didn’t know how such a thoughtless klutz like Amy could be so erotically delicate with her motions. He was in heaven, every little stroke of her fingers bringing him closer and closer to bursting.

Yet despite the pleasure, in the back of his mind was the knowledge that Chloe might return at any moment. And, knowing his luck, she’d probably appear just in time to witness him blowing a load all over her busty friend. It would be a spectacularly humiliating way to lose the wager.

John made one final effort to correct her well-intentioned misunderstanding, “I didn’t… I wasn’t… Nngh!” Every time he almost finished a sentence, Amy’s gentle sensual touch would fry his brain all over again.

Meanwhile, completely unaware of John’s desperate pleas for her attention, Amy babbled away, “Y’know, normally I wouldn’t do this type of thing before a few dates… Buuut I guess it’s okay, since we’re friends! Plus I just couldn’t stand seeing my little buddy all pent up like that!” Her rubbing was getting faster now, sending thrilling jolts of energy through John’s body.

As the giant, smirking young woman effortlessly reduced him to a quivering, twitching heap of male hormones, John realized the calamitous mistake he’d made in accepting Chloe’s bet. He’d assumed the night’s biggest obstacle would be his own ability to ignore Amy’s (and maybe Chloe’s) constant temptations… He’d never even considered that Amy herself might be an unstoppable flirt with zero inhibitions of her own.

That miscalculation would be what damned him.

It had required all of his willpower just to stay semi-composed in the face of Amy’s relentlessly bouncy and suggestive behavior for as long as he did, and he’d suffered immensely for it… And now that it was her turn to show even a modicum of self-restraint or critical thought, the big giggling ditz couldn’t keep her hands off him for a single minute. He could exhibit all the self-discipline in the world, and all it took to render his best efforts entirely pointless was a single moment of impulsiveness from a beautiful girl that wouldn’t possibly understand the sexual frustration he was experiencing.

It all seemed so hopelessly unfair… He only prayed Amy would get it over with quickly, and maybe even leave him with a shred of dignity by the time she finished.

No such luck. The big ditz couldn’t have been taking the situation any less seriously.

No doubt Amy could have brought John to climax in mere seconds, if she wanted to. Unfortunately, the enormous beauty found his near-orgasmic convulsions frivolously entertaining. Once she discovered that she could force his over-stimulated body to involuntarily squirm and twitch simply by altering the intensity of her handjob, she’d begun experimentally slowing or accelerating her stroking, subjecting him to random bursts of overwhelming stimulation or maddening denial. Sometimes she would bring him nearly to completion—only to pause at the last moment, bouncing her chest in his face and giggling as John’s cute little body spasmed from the sudden lack of stimulus or added another sticky puddle of warm precum to her glistening skin. Then she’d eagerly start up again, gleefully edging him further along and mistaking his grunts of frustration for moans of approval.

And even as John shuddered in breathless anticipation of the final release she was so mindlessly withholding from him, she’d patiently wiggle her plump chest just out of reach, inviting him to aim for her bouncy targets while she teased, “You can finish aaanywhere you want, little guy~❤!” As if it were up to him, and not her, when and where he came. Not once did it occur to the playful, impulsive giant that John might be far too small and far too stuck to have any say in the matter…

Between the mind-consuming bouts of pleasure, John bitterly lamented the fact that he, a fully grown man, had become nothing more than a handheld toy for this bubbly young woman to entertain herself with… not only within minutes of meeting her, but inside his very own home. She’d effortlessly turned his roaring libido and aching boner into her own personal playthings.

Not only that, but in the back of his mind a nervous voice continually wondered when Chloe would return and catch him blowing his load all over her busty friend. While he welcomed—needed—the release of all his built up tension, the prospect of losing the wager (and in such a spectacularly humiliating fashion) was an ever-present threat. He had to find a way to dissuade the enormous flirt before she sent him over the edge and made a big, sticky mess for Chloe to find.

With the very last of his remaining willpower, John tried to remind Amy of the wager’s importance, “Amy, I can’t cum tonight!”

But she immediately brushed aside his concern with gleeful, mindless encouragement, “Sure you can!”

Struggling to restrain himself, John blurted, “Chloe might see!”

“Huh? Oh right, the wager thingy. I almost forgot.” More like she did forget. Amy pursed her lips thoughtfully, but didn’t cease her endless rubbing and groping. “Hmm, but you feel, like, really close… Are you sure you wanna stop?” As if hoping he’d say no, Amy gently pinched her fingers together one last time, and puffed her big chest out towards him. “Cuz’ I was thinking how hot it would be if Chloe’s cute little friend got cum all over me before the movie started…” Amy smiled invitingly.

That simple admission was the last straw. John’s entire body seized up, suddenly unable to think or breathe as the beautiful young woman forced sticky ropes of cum out of him. Amy, completely ignoring John’s final plea for discretion, started giggling and aiming her pendant left and right, jerking vigorously as she used the little man to paint her entire chest in his sticky ejaculate, as if she were only too happy to see how much she could squeeze out of him…

Even as John saw the evidence she was spraying everywhere, he couldn’t stop himself from adding to the mess. He was paralyzed by lightning-shocks of orgasmic pleasure, and Amy was so damn hot. It didn’t matter what he wanted right now: it was a miracle he even remained conscious as Amy joyfully massaged his tender cock even as his spurts of cum slowed to a trickle, then a drip…

And as simple as that, Amy had effortlessly overcome every last ounce of John’s willpower.

He’d lost the wager.

…

It took nearly a minute for John’s heart to start beating normally again. He was still lying against Amy’s flower pendant, unable to move except to gasp for air. Eventually he groaned in total exhaustion, “Ugh… Amy…”

“Yuh huh?” The huge young looked absurdly proud of herself as she smiled down at her tiny, spent companion. Evidently she was mighty pleased with her own handiwork.

John had to speak between panting breaths for air, “What I was trying to say was… I need you… to stop playing with me… and help me get dressed before Chloe comes back.”

Amy blinked, “Oh… Oh! That makes so much more sense! Haha, I thought you were asking me to, like, help you blow off some steam, or junk!” Amy giggled as if it were all just a simple misunderstanding that could have happened to anyone at all. “I was wondering why you suddenly didn’t care about the wager… Whoops!”

Then Amy looked at her huge, cum-spattered chest with a thoughtful frown, “Huh, maybe we shouldn’t have made such a mess everywhere…”

“You think!?” And what was this we stuff???

But Amy only giggled and shrugged, causing her breasts to wobble delightfully in the light.

Despite the tantalizing sight, terror rose up inside John’s stomach. The air was thick with an unmistakably smug aura… a feeling of sassy doom. Chloe was near. And there was still so much evidence of his defeat all over Amy’s pale skin. John cried out with renewed determination, “We have to hurry! Put me down somewhere and… I don’t know, wipe yourself off, or something! You have to help me hide this, please! Chloe will be back any minute!!!”

But the tiny little man’s frantic desperation went right over Amy’s red head, “Relaaax. We’ll have plenty of time to clean up before Chloe sees.”

Speak of the devil…

Like a tiny succubus emerging from a portal to hell, Chloe appeared directly behind Amy, “Hey lovebirds! Whatcha talkin’ about? Before I see what?”

Amy froze awkwardly in place, “Uh… Nothing!” She glanced at her tiny naked friend: he was slathered head to toe in lipstick, saliva, sweat, and his own cum… She had to hide him before Chloe saw!

Unfortunately, Amy had chosen to take John’s situation seriously only now that it was far, far too late to enact any reasonable or dignified solution. The huge klutz’s first (and only) plan was a crude one: Without a word of warning, Amy dropped the pendant down her open top.

John landed face- and crotch-first against Amy’s cleavage with a pathetic little *plap!* and then jiggled helplessly in place, pinned under the miniscule weight of the flower necklace against her soft, slippery skin.

As one last act of stealth, Amy quickly slid her zipper back up to conceal her bare chest. Unfortunately, this motion squashed her enormous breasts together over the man who still had no means of escape… Amy heard John’s muffled screams fade away, “Wait! Not again, not—!” but it was too late to change her mind now. With an apologetic grimace Amy secured her top, entombing the tiny man alive within her hot, sweaty cleavage, then spun to face Chloe with a forced smile.

“Hey Chlo! I was just telling John that, uh, we’ll have time to clean up his… his mini house later! Yeah, that’s all!” Amy gestured to the tiny, knocked over furniture she’d left in disarray after clumsily “touring” his house. “See? It’s still kinda messy.”

Chloe snickered, “Ha! Normally he’s such a neat freak… Between you and me, sometimes I like bumping into his house just to knock stuff over, then pretending it was another earthquake. It totally messes with him.” He knew it!!! “How’s the little stud doing, anyway?”

Amy smiled, relieved she wouldn’t have to lie this time, and gave her chest a completely unnecessary bounce, “Still riding first class!”

Chloe observed the up-and-down motion and chuckled, “Just make sure to let him breathe a little, every now and again. Wouldn’t want him suffocating in there! Anyway, I stopped by to ask if either of you wanted snacks. Popcorn’s already in the microwave.”

The mere mention of snacks completely erased John’s precarious situation from Amy’s mind, “Do you have any Pepsi?”

“Yuck. This is a Coke and Dr. Pepper only household.”

“Aww, have you ever even tried Pepsi??? I bet you’d like it!”

Chloe ignored the suggestion, “Your other choices are water, or I can start mixing screwdrivers if you want to make it that kind of movie night. Take your pick.”

Amy was insistent, “I can’t believe you don’t like Pepsi!”

“Whatever, it’s too sugary!”

As the girl’s pointless discussion continued, John was more than a little frustrated. All Amy had to do was make any decision at all, send Chloe on her way, and then pull him out of here… So why had this utterly banal argument taken top priority all of a sudden? Or had she already forgotten him? She wasn’t that oblivious… was she?

Amy was, in fact, that oblivious. She and Chloe were already waltzing back towards the living room, chatting happily as they went, neither of them paying much attention whatsoever to the tiny man trapped between Amy’s gargantuan, softly bouncing breasts. As far as Chloe knew, John hadn’t left her friend’s cleavage since she last saw him!

Meanwhile, John found himself in an all-too-familiar kind of hell. It was warm and soft in every direction. On very rare occasions he’d glimpse the tiniest sliver of light reflected up through her shifting cleavage, but mostly he remained in almost total darkness, with only the steady, unbearable jiggling to keep him company. Unfortunately, that jiggling was becoming a serious problem.

Whereas last time he was trapped in Amy’s cleavage he had been facing aside like the world’s most awkward star-angel—and been separated from her skin by clothes—now the pendant had pinned him face-down, and that meant his sensitive crotch had been forced right into the narrow gap between her huge breasts, which formed a perfect, fleshy seal around his shaft. Every single one of Amy’s footsteps bounced him up and down, pumping his aching cock in and out of her taut, warm cleavage… And with his arms locked in place, he couldn’t so much as brace himself to stop it from happening. He tried his hardest to hold back, but it didn’t matter. Spent though it was, John’s body responded to Amy’s influence and began dutifully unloading every ounce of semen he had left between her gigantic, sloshing tits.

*Squish, squish!*

Amy was literally tit-fucking him dry as she strolled along, none the wiser to his increasingly humiliating plight. With every single step, her chest pounded another few drops of seed out of the poor little man… It was only a matter of time until Chloe, the more perceptive of the two women, caught on and discovered John in what might be the single most degrading position of his entire life.

At this point, John almost would have preferred to have been caught by Chloe. At least then the constant indignity could finally end… Instead, he was helplessly trapped in this shameful cycle of forced ejaculation, literally unable to prevent Amy’s inherent bounciness from demolishing his pointless attempts at self-control over and over again, without her even realizing what was happening.

Please, God, John prayed, Just let this be over soon…

But he’d be praying for a long time coming.

Next chapter.

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