This choice: Stacy's fist knocks you loose and your body smacks into one of the girls! • Go Back...Chapter #5The Athletic Redhead's Cleavage by: bobob1   Stacy’s fist rocketed forward at an incredible speed, and slammed into the volleyball with an audible cracking sound. The volleyball launched up into the air, and the game had begun. However, Stacy’s fist had also succeeded in sliding across your tiny body at just the right angle to brush you free, the wind pressure her swing had exerted causing you to fly over to the side.
You twisted head over heels, unable to control the angle of your desperate flight while flattened. Neither of the four girls were paying any attention to your one-inch tall body fluttering in the breeze, their steely gazes locked on the volleyball, their game having begun. You couldn’t even scream if you wanted to, as the wind blew you past your towering sister, and right towards her gorgeous, redhead teammate.
Your eyes mentally widened (as they were physically incapable of doing so while your body was squished flat) as your papery form pinwheeled directly towards Scarlet’s cleavage. Her breasts were already quite large for a girl who was only twenty, doubly so from your bug-sized perspective, and her tight bikini top didn’t leave much to the imagination. As each second passed, the vast expanse of her tanned cleavage filled more of your vision.
It almost felt comical as the wind pushed you right at her cleavage, your fluttering body slipping under her gaze, her eyes tilted skyward towards the enemy team’s incoming volley. Like a quarter being slotted into an arcade machine, you slipped right into her cleavage, vanishing between her huge breasts. Coated in slick sweat from hours of being out under the sun, your miniscule form sunk between her boobs with ease, and Scarlet didn’t feel a thing.
Before you even had a split second to process this new turn of events, Ariel smacked the ball back to Stacy and Scarlet’s side, and Scarlet let into the air to deliver a mighty smacking spike to the enemy team. Unfortunately for you, who was wholly unprepared for such a maneuver, Scarlet’s quick action didn’t give you any time at all to escape the bad situation you were in, as it morphed from bad to worse.
Scarlet’s breasts hefted up into the air as she jumped, her flesh jiggling as she leaped up to land her perfect spike. All around you, the redhead’s hot, sweaty flesh quivered and shook, her frustratingly tight cleavage keeping you pinned while still jostling you around nauseatingly. You were flipped around in the dark cavernous abyss that you didn’t even know which way was up anymore. All sound from the outside was muffled, and all you could feel was the sexy girl’s hot skin pressing against you.
Scarlet landed with a bit of an impact, Stacy clapping happily and cheering for her awesome spike. Scarlet flashed her a winning grin and walked back to her spot, catching the volleyball tossed to her by Iman. She had not even the slightest sliver of a thought that her boobs had thoroughly entrapped a helpless little squishy guy, nor that his position was becoming worse and worse with each passing minute. After all, she had never even met you.
The game continued off of Scarlet’s serve, and you suffered for over an hour, buried deep under mounds of hot flesh, trapped in darkness. Each small movement Scarlet made sent ripples through her flesh, every jump or crouch bouncing her abundant breasts up and down. As the game dragged on, your tiny body began to feel particularly attached to her right breast, and you knew you needed a miracle to help you escape before you became a tattoo on this stranger’s breast.
A miracle did happen, but for Stacy and Scarlet, and not you. In the final moments of the game, Ariel attempted a spike of her own to win the game for her team. With unprecedented reflexes, the redheaded athlete leapt forward, diving onto the ground in perfect form for a last minute save. Her fists smacked the ball back up to Stacy, who slapped it over with gusto. Too flustered at the failed spike, the ball smacked a dumbstruck Ariel in the face, and hit the ground.
The moment Scarlet’s body hit the ground, you knew your fate had been sealed. Scarlet’s breasts slapped into the hard sand like twin fleshy boulders falling from the sky. Her flesh quaked, and her boobs slammed together from the impact, squeezing into you so hard you felt that your eyes were going to pop out of your head. Your squishy body finished gluing itself to Scarlet’s right breast, your face pressed firmly into her soft but overwhelming skin, held in place by a bond of slowly drying sweat. This was bad.
Stacy helped Scarlet to her feet, and the two girls exchanged a victorious embrace, Scarlet not noticing your sister’s blush. Exhausted beyond belief, the four girls left the court, Ariel and Iman heading home while Scarlet and Stacy collapsed onto a nearby bench, two two volleyball winners downing a bottle of water each.
You felt your own skin sticking so tightly to Scarlet’s, your ability to move even a single twitch impossible by now. Scarlet’s top also held her boobs so tightly together that reforming was also an impossible task. You were well and truly plastered to this girl’s breast, hidden from all the world deep in her cleavage. Even Stacy would had absolutely no way to free you, or even guess at your location. Scarlet was your only chance at freedom, and she didn’t even know you existed.
Scarlet and Stacy chatted for an hour, before Scarlet stood up and mentioned that she needed to head home. To Stacy’s joy, Scarlet offered to exchange phone numbers and keep in touch. Once done, the fiery redhead wandered off, her breasts bouncing rhythmically to the pace of her gait as she headed for her car in the parking lot. With every single step, Scarlet unknowingly pulled you further and further from salvation, and any chance of seeing your family again.
Scarlet slid into her car, the hot sun having dried off any water remaining on her body. Oblivious to the tiny passenger she was bringing along with her, she hit the road, travelling a relatively short twenty minutes to her small apartment where she lived by herself. She walked inside, locking the front door behind her, and strolled straight into her bathroom, stripping out of her bikini and turning the shower on.
Your hopes of a quick rescue crumbled as Scarlet took off her bikini top. The redhead’s relatively large and firm breasts (though quite jiggly to someone small enough to feel her very flesh quiver) did not drift apart nearly enough when released from the constricting top. You still remained very much embrace by her boobs from all sides, face firmly shoved into her supple skin.
What you didn’t quite realize (due to being shoved face first into the redhead’s tit) was that all of the crushing, squashing, and jiggling you had endured while helplessly tossed about in Scarlet’s cleavage, and rubbed into her breast had rather thoroughly smeared away most of your human features, a terrible side effect of your malleable, gummy-like body. Now, your almost tattoo like form resembling more of a tan blob than anything else.
To compound more horror onto that, your own tan skin blended in quite well with Scarlet’s skin color, making your presence on her body even more masked. To save you at this point, Scarlet would need to peel apart her hefty breasts, miraculously spot your smudged body engrained into her right breast, rip you free from her skin before your imprisonment became even more permanent, give you time to reform and explain yourself, and THEN take you back to your sister and mother. You desperately didn’t want to spend your life as this girl’s hidden little tattoo, but all hope really seemed lost.
The only saving grace was that your brightly colored swim shorts had not been torn off in any manner, and were still wrapped around your mangled and flattened legs. Thus, though you yourself blended in quite while to Scarlet’s skin tone, your shorts stood up like a sore thumb, a brightly colored blemish on the beautiful girl’s otherwise flawless skin. And it was this fact that led to her noticing you.
As the water cascaded down her glorious body, and Scarlet weaved a wash cloth over, under, and between her big boobs, wiping all sweat and sand away, her eagle eyes caught the flash of your swim shorts on her right breast, deep in her cleavage. Straining to hold her breasts apart with just one hand, Scarlet peered at the weird mark, obviously not noticing the disfigured, squishy human being attached to said mark.
Frowning in confusion, Scarlet brushed wet hair out of her face and began picking at the mark, hoping it was just some little sticker and not a birth mark or something worse. As her sharp nails dug into your legs and swim shorts, you could barely contain your excitement at being rescued.
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