You look around to see the cleavage looked like a shade of albino gray and the skin was very thick. Then you gasped at the silver colored bikini top right in front of you. Finally you looked up to confirm your suspicions. You were in Whitney's cleavage. You were so scared that you begun to sweat and shake. But then you realized this was a bad idea and paused.
From the looks of it, Whitney didn't seem to notice or feel you in between her enormous boobs given that she was still searching the ground. Then it hit you. Whitney was a wererhino. Surely a thick-skinned pachyderm with an armored cleavage wouldn't notice you. You were marveled at how Whitney's boobs could be rough and soft at the same time. They felt like gelatinous sandpaper. Then you feel motion as Whitney stands up and you sink further into her boobs with a grunt.
Whitney snorts and her nostrils flare. "Abilene," she says. "I want you to let me be the first to know when you catch Sylvia. I want to personally punish her for lying to Kaguya about her mental health and trying to break out." "Righty-o, Whitney." Said Abilene with a smirk on her face. Whitney lowers her head and snorts in Abilene's face as you sink in between Whitney's breasts. "I mean it, Abilene," said Whitney. "Do not stomp on her and do not eat her."
Whitney then walked away shaking her head with you still trapped in her boobs. "Honestly," she said. "Some monsters are brutes. With the exception of Charlene, all of the orderlies here are sadistic beasts as far as humans go. We really need to hire some nicer guards." You shiver. If Whitney knew you were in her boobs, she'd be anything but nice about it.
Then you see Whitney entering a break area before she reaches into her pocket and takes out what looks like a salad made of dandelions, tomatoes, lettuce, onions, corn and palm trees. While Whitney may hate you, you're glad that her diet is one hundred percent human free.
As Whitney was sitting down for lunch, you saw this as an opportunity to get unstuck from Whitney's cleavage, so you struggle in the grip of her boobs and even grunt. You want to wiggle out, but you keep sinking down into her breasts and down further. "Oh no," you say as you keep sinking. "Oh no, oh no." You scream as you slip through the quicksand-like flesh of the rhino giantess's boobs and fall into Whitney's....
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