"What kind of something", you ask.
She chuckles to herself in a menacing tone, probably the only tone she knows, "You were afraid of me when I was looking for you on your planet and when you are near me now, yet when you were in contact with my skin I sensed you felt no fear", she says and runs her fingers along the surface of her breasts.
"So you think physical contact makes me not afraid of you?"
"I think it's more...how uncomfortable you are with me right now, but if we are going to have any connection in the future we'll be forced to remedy that", she says.
"What do you mean by connection", you ask emphasizing the word.
"Oh, I don't mean that", she says a little amused, "I have a surprisingly rare opportunity in you to have a companion that I don't have an intention of killing later on."
"I'm flattered."
"Sad to say, you should be. Back to the point though, when I meditate I am told that is the time others cannot even force themselves to ponder the notion of disturbing me for their own fear, such is the nature of my powers", she says a little boastful, "You're going to be right there with me."
"I'm not really liking this", you say as you feel your knees start to get weak. This is probably that fear aura or whatever she was talking about.
She takes her finger under your chin and tilts your head to see her yellow eyes, "The force surrounding me is starting to take full effect on you, the last person who was in the same room as me while I meditated died of a heart attack."
"And you think physical contact will keep me alive", you ask worried.
"Physical contact and a distraction", she says leaning closer to you and squeezing her breasts into the table. Suddenly you feel a little less afraid. "I think you may just enjoy this little experiment of ours."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you'll be sitting right here", she says inserting a finger into her cleavage. She rests her breasts on the surface of the table and lays both arms on either side of you. You look up a little confused and uncertain at her smiling face, "Are you going to climb in or not, the girls and I are waiting."
"Well, if you insist", you say still a bit terrified. You walk towards her chest with her arms boxing you in. Quickly, her massive blue striped cleavage fills your field of vision and your mere inches away from the chest of this green alien giantess. Still worried she's misleading you, you look up to her face above you as she's looking down. The corners of her mouth curl up into a smile, not evil or mischievous, an actual, genuine smile. You reach out your hands and touch the smooth skin of Phobos' breasts. Using the metal cups of her bodice you hoist yourself upward and climb carefully up the bouncy line of her squishy breasts. As you crawl up her bosom you stare down into the crevice and gaze in awe at the enormous amount of jiggly flesh that makes up the mass of her breasts. Due to your slight weight, Phobos' bosom spreads as you straddle her cleavage, but instead of seeing her chest you simply see more cleavage shake and bounce beneath you. Finally, the dark canyon ends and you see the flat expanse of her chest going up to her throat. Cautiously, you turn over and sit down at the top of her gently bouncing cleavage with your back to her chest, a hand on each breast, and the grand vista of her green bosom before you.
"Comfortable are we", she asks.
"Uh...Oh yes, they're amazingly soft."
"Damn right they're amazing", she stands from her seat and you watch her breasts bounce below you as she walks. She enters a small adjacent room. "These are my private meditation chambers, entered by no one but myself, and now you." She walks across the small, dark, empty room and sits in the only chair, more like a throne, in the entire room. "Here is where I do my meditations and shut out the outside world. I'm also told I shut down the hallway outside the door of my quarters as not a single person will even walk past it", she says almost offended. "When I meditate, all sensations are pushed away and I exist only within my own mind or I fall asleep sitting up."
"Sounds relaxing", you say getting comfortable in her breasts. "So by shut out you mean you ignore everything that goes on around you?"
"Absolutely everything, that is the goal of meditation. Pay attention to how I do it and you could try for yourself later." She leans back in her chair and closes her eyes, "One has to block out everything and relax the body completely."
You sit back in your seat as well and wedge your body down into her cleavage for a more secure perch. You actually try to copy her until she takes an especially deep breath and you are suddenly squeezed by the tight, but welcomed pressure of her breasts on either side. She exhales and the two blimps relax and sink, and so do you. You accidentally fall a half inch or so into her cleavage as Phobos exhales. She breathes in a second time and her breasts rise up once again. The two soft mounds squeeze your body tighter and rise higher up to your chest, lifting your arms above your head. She exhales once more and you watch the green and blue valley part and descend. You exhale this time as well and relax your body as much as you can. You slip down in between her breasts as much as gravity will allow and wait for her to inhale a third time. Phobos grants your wish and you hear her lungs in her chest behind you begin to fill with air. Her chest expands and her two fleshy orbs are squeezed inside her bra cups. Your grand vista turns into a tight valley and soon your vision is filled with a world of supple green skin. Your body is squeezed tightly by the soft mounds of flesh surrounding you. You sit in a world of comfort inside Phobos' cleavage. She holds in her breath for a moment on this one. You wait happily as you watch the slight ripple go through her breasts due to her heartbeat. Slowly, she lets it out and he chest collapses. Her breasts slowly fall and you feel the pressure around you decrease. Your green world opens to reveal the empty room before and you feel a slight draft when it does. She doesn't breathe deep again, but you're still wedged down tightly into her chest and you can't complain. She said she wanted you to be more comfortable around her and now your about as comfortable as you have ever been. For about the next hour you sit contently feeling Phobos' chest rise and fall with her breathing, being gently squeezed every time it does. Finally, you start to remember what she said earlier. She blocks out everything except for what's in her own head. If that's the case then she wouldn't even feel you moving around on her. You've been sitting in her cleavage this whole time when there are other places you could check out.
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