"ALL RIGHT MEGAN, GET READY TO GO OUT, AND COME BACK HERE WHEN YOU'RE ABOUT TO GO," you call up to your giantess roommate. You then watch as Megan walks around her room, picking out clothes, putting on makeup, and generally do whatever women do as they get themselves ready. And, true to form, although it's a fascinating experience watching your gigantic roommate squeeze into enormous but skin-tight jeans, you find yourself becoming a little bored as the process goes on and on and on. She even takes a full hour just to put on makeup! Sometimes, especially as she ducks into the bathroom for a few minutes to do who knows what, you just walk around on top of her dresser and examine the objects in her room, near and far. You walk up next to a stick of deodorant that's got to be at least several times taller than you are, like a five- or six-story building, and you can't believe how odd it feels. Sure, you've dreamed about being tiny forever, but the actual experience is so much more intense.
At long last, Megan walks up to you and says, "OKAY, I'M DONE." As mean as she is, your roommate is truly a knockout. She's wearing a skimpy black dress and tall black heels. It's not a bad setup. "OKAY, MEGAN, PICK ME UP, PUT ME IN YOUR BRA, AND THEN GO OUT LIKE NORMAL. BUT ALWAYS MAKE SURE I'M OKAY." You love this idea: not only do you get to ride around with Megan's tits all night as she does her thing, but you've now ordered her to take care of you the whole night too.
Megan, following your commands, picks you up off her dresser, brings you to her chest, and slowly slides you inside her dress. She's wearing a black bra, and she slips you inside her left cup, right off the center of her bra. It's a good place to be: her dress easily covers you so you won't be seen, but it's loose enough that light comes in and you can look up and see Megan's neck, the bottom of her chin, and some of her surroundings, though right now it's mostly the ceiling. Plus, of course, you're being pressed against her enormous breast, large at normal size and now almost intimidating as it towers over you. But you're snugly slipped into Megan's bra, and you feel pretty comfortable.
Megan starts walking, leaves her room, and walks outside towards the bar. Not much happens besides some breast jiggling for a few minutes until she reaches the bar. You can clearly hear her conversation with a guy who must be the doorman, as he's asking for her ID. You're sure she's not 21, but you're also sure she's got a fake, so she starts walking again without a problem.
Megan runs into her friends almost immediately, as you discover when they all start embracing in a long series of hugs. You can't believe your luck: in all this hugging, Megan and her cute friends individually wrap their arms together and push their chests against each other as hard as they could. From your perspective, you find yourself pushed, hard, against Megan's breast by someone else's breast, and held there for a second or two. It's a really fantastic experience, and then it's repeated, over and over, as Megan says hello to all her friends there. This was a smart decision.
Next, Megan goes up to the bar to get a drink. You overhear some dude offer to buy her a drink, and she asks for a cosmo. The conversation between the two of them is as boring as you'd expect, though the situation becomes more interesting when the dude shows he's had a couple more drinks than he should have when he spills his Jack and coke right on Megan's dress.
It's not clear whether he just slipped, but you don't have time to even think about that because a good portion of his drink lands right onto you. If anything, it pushes you further against Megan's breast, so there's no danger of falling out of her bra, but you are soaked, the Coke part is sticky and the whiskey part stings. It doesn't hurt too bad, but you're pissed off. "MEGAN, SLAP THAT GUY IN THE FACE!"
She does nothing. At first you're concerned: maybe the mind control has stopped working? The music in this place is really, really loud though, so you're pretty sure she just didn't hear you. You realize that you really have to make sure the lines of communication stay open when you want Megan to follow your orders. But soon enough, you hear the guy grunt, "HERE, LET ME HELP YOU" and you see a couple cocktail napkins coming down on top of you as the guy starts alternating between trying to dry Megan off and pawing the top of her chest. You can see his hands high above you slowly working their way down towards you, but that's when Megan finally decides to shove him off and walk away.
All of a sudden you find Megan's surroundings to have become much more bright, and you realize she's gone into the bathroom. She runs a faucet and a few seconds later a wet paper towel comes into her dress as she wipes off her tits, her dress, and you. True to her instructions, she's extra careful as she slowly wipes all of that dude's drink off of you, and by the time she's done you're as good as new.
This is also when you realize that the music is a lot quieter here in the bathroom. This is probably your best chance to give Megan further instructions. What do you tell her to do?
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