Unfortunately, though you only tensed up for a split second, it was exactly that moment of hesitation that cost you. You dove to the side to avoid the girl’s foot, but a bit too late. Her powerful stride carrying her forward at a fast pace, the girl didn’t feel a thing as her big toe slammed into your miniscule body. Already moving to try to avoid her, the impact sent you flying twice as fast and far.
Spinning around in circles, your limbs flailing, and your cries of shock drowned out by the wind, your bug-sized body sailed through the air with ease. Flying another twenty yards down the beach, a strong breeze carried you an additional distance alongside the oblivious girl’s knockout kick. While she happily joined the other college girls for an exciting game of volleyball, you were quite literally tossed aside.
Finally, you came to a landing, impacting rather roughly onto the plush red towel of some beach goer. The impact flattened your body, but you soon began reforming. Popping back to normal shape, you sat up and took notice of the giantess beside you, who was digging around for something in her bag, her back to you. She looked to be in her thirties, and was quite beautiful.
Before you could think of speaking up (or before you could decide if you even wanted to speak up, or just keep walking), the woman swore under her breath and turned around. However, her eyes didn’t scan your miniscule body, and were instead behind you. Turning your head, you noted a second bag behind you, and also realized just how large this towel was, spread out to its full length. It was probably accommodating two people.
That was hardly a pressing concern though, as the woman shuffled over to the second bag, sliding her knees along the towel. Not wanting to be steamrolled by her, you scrambled out of the way, just barely avoiding her. You rolled aside, dodging her knee, but the woman’s foot still slapped into your body, knocking you off balance and onto your back.
Recovering from that, you vaguely took note of the woman retrieve a pair of sunglasses from the second bag, smile victoriously, and put them on her face. She then shuffled back towards you, but you were far enough away that her legs and feet weren’t close to crushing you. Feeling safe, you rolled onto your back and pushed yourself up to your feet. Clearing your throat in preparation to talk to this woman and ask if she needed help, you paused to catch your breath and turned around.
That same breath came out in a sputtering gasp, causing you to cough. In the seconds you’d been looking away, the woman had casually undone the straps of her bikini behind her back, and was now lying her top down. She was utterly naked from the waist up, and her gigantic boobs swayed gently as she smiled and stretched. Her perky tits then began to get closer and closer, and some muted part of your brain screamed at you that she was lying down.
That muted part didn’t matter much, and you merely stood there, slack-jawed, as the gorgeous woman laid out on her towel. Her left breast, gargantuan in size, crashed down onto you, smooth pillowy flesh smooshing you flatter than a pancake. The weight crushed you down, molding your miniscule body into a blobby shape beneath her tit. The pain and the pleasure of the situation fought for control over your emotions.
The pain won out, especially as the woman wiggled a bit to get comfortable, her hefty breasts dragging across the soft towel back and forth, copious flesh jiggling substantially. Her left boob ground you to dust beneath her, the weight and pressure easily enough to smear your pathetic little body. In seconds, the woman smudged you into a smear on her flesh, your own body easily sticking to her own, especially with the faint layer of sweat already accumulating.
After a moment, you felt the woman stop moving, and knew that she had finally gotten comfortable. By now, your moral and logical senses had returned, but it was far too late now. All you could do was feel immense shame that you’d let yourself be crushed because you were too busy ogling a naked giantess. Of course, you also felt pain and discomfort, but that was to be expected. You were buried entirely beneath her breast, no light or air reaching you. You were just under her nipple, and sticking to her more and more each second.
Fate, however, actually decided to throw you some semblance of a bone. At that moment, the woman’s good friend (who you had inferred to exist) returned from the brief errand she’d run off to do. Walking up to the towel, she grinned and waved a modest-sized bottle in her hand.
“Rose! I got the suntan oil at the beach shop!” The woman said cheerily. “Can’t believe we forgot our own.” She finally made it to the towel and plopped down.
Most of what she had said went unnoticed by you, as the majority of sounds from the outside world were a muffled, muted mess. The woman lying on you, apparently named Rose, had breasts easily heavy and plump enough to bury you so thoroughly that sounds were blocked out. However, you could feel the vibrations of the other woman as she sat, and you were able to hear Rose’s reply.
“Nice. Bout time.” Rose replied, sleepily. She yawned. “God, I’ve needed this day to relax and tan. Stephanie drives me crazy.”
The other woman laughed. “Really? I think your daughter is a perfect little angel!”
Rose laughed and sighed, the action causing her breasts the vibrate, hot flesh slapping against your body. “You only say that because your own kid is away at college, Becky. Stephanie can be a monster if she’s throwing a tantrum.”
The other woman, Becky, smiled, and began shaking the bottle of tanning oil. “If you say so, Rose. But yes, you’re right. This day will certainly be heavenly for the two of us!”
Rose, knowing she needed to fully lather up before drifting off to sleep, managed to pull herself back up into a sitting position. Stuck as you were to her tit, all you could see was darkness, but you could once more feel fresh air and the sun on your back. You did have to fight the urge to not vomit though, as the act of Rose sitting up caused her prodigious chest to shake gratuitously, jostling you around as well.
“Alright then! Hit me! Lather me up!” Rose said, spreading her arms out.
Becky rolled her eyes. “Ugh, Rose, what are you? Ten? We’re both adults, and we both know that after I lather you up, you’ll fall asleep before doing me! Don’t you know how hard it is to rub that oil in all the right spots by myself?” Becky, with a faint blush, gestured to her curvy body, comparable in size to Rose’s own hourglass figure. Their developed bodies made sense, as they were both in their thirties, but you couldn’t help but notice how many gorgeous giantesses life kept throwing you at (literally, in this case).
Rose only grinned, lowered her sunglasses, and winked at Becky. Becky groaned, but knew it was no use arguing with stubborn Rose. Sliding closer to her friend, Becky popped the cap on the tanning oil, but then her eyes zeroed in on you. Rose, having not tanned in a while, had a skin tone that was a shade lighter than your own tanned color. Thus, you stood out, but only as a weird smudge.
“Huh. Hold on, Rose. Got something stuck to you. Little sticker, maybe?” Becky suggested, licking her finger for leverage and then jamming it into Rose’s left breast, right above your body. Angling her finger, Becky wedged her fingernail between you and Rose’s hot flesh, and managed to peel you free in one swift movement. Rose bit her lip the whole time, lest she break out into ticklish laughter.
Sadly, Becky didn’t spare more than a second to flick you off of her finger and down onto the ground. You didn’t drift far, landing by Becky’s leg, but the curvaceous woman had already turned her attention back to Rose. While you lie in a heap on the ground, slowly working on reforming, Becky methodically and tirelessly oiled up all of Rose’s body. The entire process took ten minutes.
Right as you nearly reformed, Becky finished, and Rose gave her a thumbs up. “Thanks, Becky! I’ll be looking sexy in no time!” The woman laughed, and then laid back down on her stomach. Thankfully, you were a far enough distance from her, but the sight of her now oiled-up boobs impacting on the towel still gave you a minor fright. True to Becky’s statement earlier, Rose was totally forcing Becky to do her own oiling, which was a little rude. In moments, Rose was breathing peacefully, seemingly asleep already.
“And…she’s out. Already. Wish I had some help.” Becky rolled her eyes. Sighing, the giantess unhooked her own bikini top, and then moved to set her top down. As she did so, her eyes finally aligned with your own, and the two of you locked gazes. By this point, you were back on your feet.
Unfortunately, your frantically prepared speech explaining who you were fell apart because of Becky’s unexpected disrobing. Once more, you found yourself incapable of speech or thought, eyes glued to Becky’s large, perfectly round, and perfectly nude breasts. You fought with every fiber of your being to look Becky in the eye and explain this whole situation, but she beat you to it, opening her mouth to speak.
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