This choice: She put you in her clevage, you are her boyfriend • Go Back...Chapter #4She put you in her clevage, she wants a boyfriend by: Silver Dragon  You're afraid of what Margaret might do to you, you were friends when you were little, the tomboy always subdued you with her feet, or her butt. If on the one hand you enjoyed it, on the other hand it never happened that you found yourself the size of an insect towards her. Nature already granted her a tall, muscular and sexy body that could subjugate you in life size, now you have no hope. You can only hope that she doesn't really mean to turn you into a slave or a snack.
You see her mouth still open beneath you, her fingers loosen and let you go.
For a moment time stops, before you start to fall for a period of time you are reminded of all those times you saw the road runner against Willy the coyote, you died laughing every time that bird fooled the predator. Especially the scenes where he fell only after looking down.
Now you feel like prey with the same luck as Willy the coyote. In other words, you're done for.
You fall down, you can't stand to look and you close your eyes. You bounced off something solid, you thought it was her teeth but you didn't feel the heat of her mouth, later you will realize it was her chin. Before you open your eyes you land on something soft. You realize you're in her cleavage, stuck in her breasts. So perfect, firm and soft. She places her hands on the sides and pushes her breasts, smothering you in the middle. She then she releases.
“What does this mean? I thought you..."
"Just kidding."
"Good joke." Comments with sarcasm.
“Oh come on, I know you've always loved my body. Do you remember when I was little and I sat on you? Even after I got up, you kept looking at me. Even though I was just a preteen with a developing body.”
She stands in the mirror with you still stuck.
“Do you know why I never told anyone other than my twin sister about how I “played” with you? It should be obvious by now. I didn't want to give anyone any ideas. That was our little game, and I never wanted to share you with no one. I can be, let's be honest, a little jealous and possessive at times. I wanted you all to myself." She takes you out from her cleavage and places you on the couch “This should bring back some old memories. It's been a long time but you definitely didn't miss it.”
You can't stop her as she slowly sits on you. You were frozen in place as you watched the familiar sight of her ass get closer and closer. It was familiar, but very different. Now she was a woman, her body fully formed, while you were so small that too much pressure could crush you like grapes. As much as you feared this, you looked longingly at her body.
Within moments, her ass made contact with your body. You could feel the heat of her skin. You pushed with your hands for support, but you knew she was hopeless. You screamed but your screams were muffled by her pants. You felt yourself falling backwards and her flesh filling every space around your body. Soon all her weight fell on you, you heard a moan - she was savoring it and slowly rubbed her ass on your body. She finally stopped and rested her head, completely relaxed and enjoying the sensation of having her little childhood friend trapped under her succulent butt.
Once she got you off her backside she asked, “So, do you want to be my boyfriend?”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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