Losing your grip on the edge of the bed sheet, your terrified screams were drowned out by Chelsea’s enthusiastic shouts of excitement. Tumbling off of the end of the bed, your tiny body smacked against Chelsea’s shoulder, brushed past a few strands of her hair, and then continued to fall downward. Spinning head over heels, your vision swirled in circles, but even you could figure out your trajectory.
Slapping down into the exposed top of Chelsea’s left breast, you impacted into her squishy flesh face first, slightly squishing against her stupidly soft skin. However, what would have normally been a quick and mildly embarrassing accident became much, much worse as your brunette dormmate chose that exact moment to jump up to her feet in pure joy as Westland scored against Lakefield a second time in under a minute.
At quite frightening speed, Chelsea’s boobs launched up as she stood, straight into you, immediately halting your falling momentum. With more force than before, your miniscule body impacted into her squishy flesh, then slid along the natural curvature of her breast, slipping right towards the cavernous abyss of her cleavage. Worse still, Chelsea’s flawless skin presented no possibly handholds to stop this madness.
With another scream unfortunately drowned out by Chelsea’s happy cries, you slipped between her tits, dragged down by the unwavering strength of gravity and a thin sheen of sweat slicking up your giantess best friend’s boobs. Looking straight up as you were dragged down and out of sight, Chelsea’s gorgeous, smiling face vanished, until all that encompassed you were Chelsea’s gargantuan breasts, squeezed tight by her bra.
As the titanic brunette continued to jump up and down excitedly, her breasts responded in kind, jiggling and jostling like mad. Like a poor ragdoll, your one-inch tall body was tossed back and forth deep in her cleavage, bounced between her sweaty, squishy mounds of meaty flesh. Your legs and arms folded and flattened in uncomfortable angles, and your face was repeatedly smeared into her skin. Even your rapidly hardening crotch was mercilessly crushed over and over.
Finally, Chelsea settled down, but the damage had already been done. You were tucked away from all sight, mangled into a tiny little lump, mostly crushed into Chelsea’s left breast. You were unable to move or speak, and certainly incapable of reforming in such cramped quarters. With such pathetic inability to exert any notion of your presence trapped between her tits, Chelsea smiled contentedly at the screen and continued to watch the game, oblivious.
And so it was that you spent the next hour and a half between your dormmate’s massive mammaries, her impressive rack more than capable of dominating your weak, gummy-like body. Every slight motion Chelsea made steamrolled her boobs over your body, flattening you further and ironing you into her flesh like weird looking tattoo. The growing swamp of sweat only served to further glue you in place, not to mention humiliate you.
When the game concluded, with Westland scoring one final goal in double over time to beat Lakefield and secure a spot in the championship, Chelsea couldn’t be happier. Leaping to her feet once more, she bounced around her room. Her breasts jostled incredibly as the college girl celebrated like a little child. Thankfully (and perhaps worryingly) you had become numb to the pain of her breasts slapping against you, burying your body into her soft, inviting flesh, and further smudging your body.
Taking several deep breaths, Chelsea eventually calmed down, then turned to leer down at the edge of her bed. Fully expecting to see you sitting there, Chelsea laid her hands on her hips and smirked in a playfully condescending manner.
“So, Tom, looks like you’ll be up close and personal with…my…” The giantess paused, frowning. “Tom? What’s up buddy, where are you?” The sporty girl casually glanced around the rest of her bed, and the floor. Blushing, she checked under both of her feet and examined her ass in the mirror. Still no trace of you.
Beginning to grow a bit more worried, Chelsea dropped to her knees and crawled around her room, scanning the carpet dutifully and checking under her bed. “Hey Tom! Seriously, stop hiding! Come out now, please! Tom!” She called, over and over. From deep within her bosom, you heard her muffled words reverberate through her chest, and wished you could answer her pleas, but to no avail.
Standing up again, Chelsea’s gaze was drawn to the open bag of “Tasty Tinies” still sitting by the edge of the bed. Brows furrowing, Chelsea traced the opening of the bag up, and found it lined up with right where she had last seen you sitting. A second thought reminded her of exactly how many of the squishy, man-shaped chips she shoveled into her grumbly gut since the game started.
Slapping a hand against her stomach, Chelsea paled and began to shake in fear. Racing to unwrap a lengthy strip of paper towels, your dormmate dumped the entire contents of the “Tasty Tinies” bag onto the paper towel. As delicately as she could in her anxiety-fueled state of mind, Chelsea picked through the lifeless blobby chips, searching fruitlessly for her diminutive best friend.
Coming up short, Chelsea nearly screamed. “Oh my god!” She cried, running into her bathroom, kneeling down, and then sticking her fingers down her throat. Though it was a commendable effort, Chelsea’s current belief that she had accidentally eaten you was inevitably false. Still, hugging the inside of her left breast like a sticker, and hidden far from view, you couldn’t do anything to ease her worries, or stop her.
Triggering her gag reflex, Chelsea puked up all over the floor of her bathroom, leaving a disgusting puddle of stomach remains on the tiles. Gazing with rapt attention and the gunky remains of her chips and bile, the frantic brunette prayed for you to emerge, if only to soothe her worries about your fate. But, of course, after fifteen minutes of waiting, nothing happened.
Tears now forming with reckless abandon, Chelsea wiped up the gross contents of her stomach and sprayed some air freshener to remove the stench in the bathroom. Sulking back into her room, she flopped onto her bed and grabbed her phone. At a loss of how to further proceed, the bummed brunette absentmindedly picked up a “Tasty Tiny” from the paper towel and raised it up to her lips.
Brushing against her plush lips, the chip slipped from between her fingers, dropped down, and plunged right into her cleavage, between her abundantly sized breasts. Sighing, Chelsea used the fingers on her right hand to pry her tightly constricted boobs apart, and her left hand to delve deep to retrieve the chip. She didn't want it to be crushed into little bits of chip dust and stain her skin.
Though unable to glimpse the outside world with your face firmly implanted into Chelsea's tit, you could feel the chip come to rest beside your body, and you could feel Chelsea's fingernail brush against your back as she gripped the chip and pulled it out of her cleavage. Inaudibly shouting to the heavens, you begged Chelsea to notice you before this opportunity slipped by, else you be stuck in her cleavage, squeezed by her hot flesh on all sides for the foreseeable future!
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