Slowly mouthing the word to herself, Isabella flashed back across your previous words as she tried to comprehend what you wanted. Twice now you had identified wanting to do something involving the two of you, but the first time she’d had no idea what you wanted. This time though, you’d given her a single word to really work with ‘ta-a-alk’. Was it meant to be in English, and if so why would you think she’d understand? Unless… unless you were trying to talk to her in Portuguese. The Brazilian girl’s eyes lit up as she made the connection, realising that the smart little man in her hands was trying to make things easier for her by using some Portuguese words, even though he clearly didn’t know the language very well. It warmed her heart to think that you were making such an effort.
That warmth quickly morphed into glee though as the brunette interpreted your words through her newfound ‘understanding’ of your intent. Your pronunciation was a bit off but it made so much sense now. You wanted to “toque'? with her, to play, to touch. Her glee became happy giggles as she smiled brilliantly down at you, beyond pleased to see that you were willing to have some fun with her. You’d been so frightened before that she was worried you wouldn’t recover, and she was just so happy that she’d been able to turn around your day so quickly. “Toque! Sim!'? Her smiled turned seductive and her eyes tender. “Claro, pequena gracinha! Eu ficaria feliz em brincar com você!'? Though she still didn’t know quite what you were, she presumed you were some sort of playful little person, maybe some kind of fantastical creature. Whatever the case, it was clear now that you were willing to stay with her at least for the time being, and she intended to take full advantage of it.
Your trepidation turned to cautious relief when Isabella repeated the word back to you. The way she pronounced it was a little strange but she seemed so excited that you were sure she had managed to understand. Your Portuguese was non-existent but you assumed ‘Sim’ was the same as ‘Sí’ from Spanish, meaning yes. But then more words came out, and the expression on Isabella’s face shifted from excitement to something you weren’t used to seeing being directed towards yourself, and you gulped as your mind raced to think of how you may have been misconstrued. Desperate to avoid any misunderstanding you opened your mouth to speak, only to have your words interrupted by a strangled yelp as the hands beneath you shifted and you were suddenly tossed into the air.
Having, in her own mind, confirmed your intentions, Isabella didn’t want to waste any time and happily starting to toss you into the air as she initiated your ‘play’. She could hear you yell out, but to her ears your voice came out as high pitched, and she interpreted your screams as sounds of joy and excitement, quickly catching you in her hands only to toss you up again. The first two tosses had been comparatively small, but the brunette quickly realised that you were not being harmed, and began to approach the situation with greater enthusiasm, tossing you high into the air and starting to spin around herself as she engaged in some bizarre hybrid of a dance and a juggling routine. More than once she came close to dropping you, but while your heart was now lodged firmly in your throat the Brazilian girl just laughed happily as she continued to play with her new tiny friend.
While you continued to be tossed around, the nauseating motion was slowly supplemented with longer and longer periods spent in your captor’s palms, but any hope of a chance to catch your breath and call out a protest was lost as slender fingers descended on you, tickling and pinching as Isabella fawned over you, her smile brilliant and her eyes bright as she discovered your malleable nature, further cementing her growing belief that you weren’t quite human. You tried to struggle free, but the probing fingers, while not necessarily painful, had you struggling to contain laughter as the recently-filed nails scrapped along the more ticklish parts of your body. Such a reaction would do nothing to help you escape from this, and you knew that full well, so you kept your mouth shut.
Unfortunately, while it was true that laughter would not have helped you, your silence was almost equally damning, and you were tossed back into the air amid the happy giggles of your tormentor as she started to think of the next game the two of you could play. Isabella bit her lip as a thought suddenly occurred to her, her already rosy cheeks going a shade darker as she contemplated the idea. Perhaps it would be going a bit too far, she thought, but then again you had said you wanted to play, and it looked like you were enjoying yourself so far, so it couldn’t really hurt. And besides, the curvaceous girl had seen the way you looked at her body before, so she knew that you wanted her.
Nodding her head as she reached her conclusion, Isabella caught you again and then lowered her hands, bracing herself as she prepared to toss you higher than ever before. Realising what was about to happen you shot her a terrified look, but the smile you received in return told you she’d once again misinterpreted your intent and a moment later you were sent rocketing upwards. For a few horrifying moments, as the wind whipped through your hair, you were worried that you would splat against the ceiling, but it seemed the brunette had calculated better than that and you stopped just short before beginning your descent. As your body flipped over however, any relief you may have felt was lost as you saw your intended landing sight, your jaw dropping in disbelief at what you saw. The hands that had caught you before had been pulled away, and now it was the valley of the Brazilian girl’s cleavage that waited for you, yawning wide as if to welcome you to its embrace.
Heedless of your fear, Isabella kept her eyes trained on your form as she puffed out her chest, skilfully positioning the opening of her top below you. Her lower lip remained firmly between her teeth as she watched your descent, entire body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. Unable to control your momentum, you fell into the bountiful bosom with pinpoint accuracy, bouncing against the spongy flesh before plunging into the open cleavage. Instantly you were surrounded on all side by the warm flesh of Isabella’s assets, and the situation only became worse as she started to bounce happily, the walls around you springing into movement as they tried to devour you whole. It took every ounce of strength you had just to pull your head out of the sea of flesh, and with each fresh jiggle you felt like you were going to be pulled into the depths and flattened deep within. Even now you could feel the rest of your body being battered, slowly losing its shape and definition.
Looking down at you with a happy laugh, Isabella still had no idea that you weren’t enjoying this as much as she was. She could feel you moving around a bit in her cleavage and could see your head sticking out but she interpreted the movements as being those of pleasure, especially given that they were stimulating her and driving her to increase the motions of her chest, shaking her assets from side to side and nearly moaning outright at the feeling of your body trapped within. It was by far the most fun that she had had since coming to America, and already she could feel herself starting to fall for you, wondering if she could keep you forever and ever like this, and still having trouble with the concept that you might be a real person with a real family to return to. “Você é tão fofo. Eu só quero te manter para sempre. Você estará seguro comigo. Seguro e feliz.'?
You struggled to stay afloat as the movements increased, trying to cry out but losing your voice with each crushing of your lungs by Isabella’s enthusiastic breasts. You needed to fix this. Needed to let her know that this wasn’t fun for you, or else who knows what will happen to you next.
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