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… 2: Introductions …

As soon as the front door opened two girly voices squealed in high-pitched unison, “Movie niiiight!” and a surprisingly short but stylishly dressed young woman shot inside before embracing Amy in an energetic hug. After releasing Amy the smaller girl gave the spacious hallway an appreciative glance, “Holy crap Amy, this place is rad.” As she took a moment to admire the architecture, John took a moment to admire her… well, her everything. A waterfall of jet-black hair, a very skimpy jacket containing a very big chest above a very exposed and very narrow waistline, and a hopelessly undersized mini-skirt that was utterly failing to hide two oh-so-long legs and oh-so-round hips… wow. Chloe had obviously prioritized fashion over warmth, and John could not shake the sense that her outfit had been deliberately selected to draw male attention like a high-powered magnet… though she must have known he’d be the only guy around, right?

It was John’s usual experience that girls wouldn’t spot a tiny person without a lot of help or luck (just one of the many dangers tinies faced), but this young woman’s eyes fell upon him as if she’d known his location the moment she walked in the door, and only now deigned him worthy of her attention. John had time to stare as she took a slow step forwards, rocking one way, then the other before she planted each smooth leg right in front of his small hallway table. For one amazing fraction of a second John was actually looking through the narrow gap between her mouth-watering thighs, and trying not to let his jaw fall open at the sight of the lacy red thong that was firmly smooshing itself into her half-exposed sex. The jiggly space between her meaty thighs was juuust big enough to fit his body… or maybe a tight-squeeze for his cock, at least if he were normal sized. Slowly he tore his eyes upwards past the creamiest swath of female stomach he’d ever seen (decorated by a single shining belly-button stud), and to her very tight top. He had to crane his neck to a painful degree to look up, since this girl had seemingly chosen to loom directly overhead in the most awe inspiring manner possible...

Amy might have made most girls look flat-chested by comparison, but it was instantly clear why Chloe (who stood a full head shorter) had earned her reputation for being a “handful.” Not only did her chest easily rival Amy’s, but she’d obviously taken great care to very explicitly “highlight” her jiggliest assets for all to see. A long-sleeve zippered jacket ran the length of her arms and slender shoulders but only covered her torso between her clavicle and armpits, leaving her deliciously toned midriff and tiny waist entirely exposed. On any other girl the jacket would have been cute yet comfortable, but after being cruelly forced to accommodate this astonishingly buxom young woman the ill-fitting garment was filled to bursting and then some. Her chest was under such pressure that the length of her “under-cleavage” was merely a thin wobbling line, so tightly compressed that even the tiniest of jiggles were made plain as day. John humorously wondered if she could turn coal to diamonds in there.

Ignoring John’s stupefied ogling, Chloe cocked her broad hips and sensually pulled a small red lollipop from her mouth before deigning to lean way, way forward just enough to see him over her chest, “-pop- So... you’re Boobzilla’s infamous boy-toy?”

Now that Chloe was gazing down at him, John couldn’t help but feel like Amy had drastically understated her voluptuous friend’s appearance with the phrase “bit of a looker.” John had expected cute, but nobody in their right mind would classify this young woman as merely “cute.” No, she was hot. Scaldingly, surface-of-the-sun hot. If Amy was a gorgeous angel then Chloe was an irresistible succubus. Her dark eyes glanced about with an arrogant ease, as if the room and everything in it had been created and offered up purely for her pleasure. A small silver earring hung from one earlobe and a black velvet choker was wrapped sensuously around her pale neck: the only polite way John could think to describe her appearance was “risque” (though “spank me harder daddy” might have been more accurate). Her glossy red lips were pursed in a blatantly suggestive fashion, as if asking “Wanna play with me?” while demonstrating their suction ability against a lollipop’s sticky candied surface.

John did his best not to sound like a dumbfounded idiot, “Uh, that’s me! The one and only!” As the enormous young woman stared down at his puny form from high above, John got the distinct impression that he was being very carefully observed and judged, and it made him slightly nervous.

Chloe spoke haughtily over her shoulder as if he wasn’t even there, “Hmph. He’s smaller than I expected… kinda cute though.” Chloe stuck her tongue out and gently ran the lollipop along its length, an oddly erotic little display that drained even more blood from John’s head.

Fortunately for John, spending all of his time around Amy had turned him into a master of making comebacks without the use of his brain, “Funny, I was going to say the exact same thing.”

John was hoping that his jab at her height would make Chloe react with irritation or indignation (though he wouldn’t have been surprised if she simply flattened him), but instead she mostly seemed... amused? Intrigued, even? Had the towering girl’s gorgeous face been anything but billboard sized John may not have caught the smarmy little smirk of approval tugging at one corner her lips, as if she enjoyed his snippy comeback but was unwilling to give him the satisfaction of eliciting an audible laugh from her, “Uh-huh. I bet all the big ladies just love that big mouth of yours.” Chloe finished by giving John a daring -Is that all you got?- kind of look.

John couldn’t help but enjoy this flirty (yet slightly menacing) side of Amy’s friend, “Believe me, they’re just lining up for a turn with my big mouth.”

Chuckling softly, Chloe made a show of bending even further down to put herself just above eye-level… and casually hanging two of the biggest, perkiest pair of tits ever directly in front of him. “Ha. If you’re lucky, I might just decide to cut to the front of that line.” As Chloe lowered herself down, the only thing holding back an undoubtedly exceptional display of cleavage was one severely overworked jacket zipper that jingled precariously against the fleshy mounds contained within, threatening to slip undone at any moment. John was frankly amazed that this girl had been able to cram her two monstrous breasts into such a pathetically inadequate piece of clothing, and could only guess how she’d been able to take a single step without simply exploding at the seams. It was a marvel of fashion engineering that resulted in yet another perfectly bouncy, gravity defying pair of tits that John had no choice but be entirely eclipsed by.

As he watched the fabric straining against the withheld masses of feminine flesh, John realized that she’d only managed to get the zipper over her cleavage at all by willingly leaving the underside of her perky chest entirely uncovered instead. At first John didn’t understand the logic, since that meant every tiny at her feet (and for miles around) would be able to look up and see a great jiggling canopy of underboob… until he realized that was probably the point: some girls just like the attention. Hell, she could flash an entire football stadium of tiny people just by standing anywhere nearby.

Chloe grinned, smugly aware of John’s valiant struggles to maintain eye contact, “I see you like my outfit. Figures, tinies usually can’t keep their eyes off it... or the miniskirt.” As though she was eager to prove her point to John, she obligingly raised her humongous chest up just enough to give him a better view of her lower body. Two colorful straps of her frilly underwear stretched up from between her legs and ended in small attention-grabbing bows over each hip, that might as well have been neon “Eyes down here!” signs for any male observer. John felt a pang of guilty excitement as he realized he desperately wanted to see this girl from behind: that tiny scrap of stretchy fabric mislabeled as a “skirt” certainly promised a grand view for anyone lucky enough for her to walk in front of (or over top of, as the case may be for people of his size). Evidently finding that same prospect amusing, Chloe added coyly, “Though usually it’s what’s beneath that that gets people’s attention... at least when I decide not to step on them.”

“Uhm…” was all John could manage.

Chloe sounded extremely satisfied with her ability to finally tongue-tie John, “Heh, are all tinies this eloquent?”

Though his eyes were unstoppably drawn downwards to Chloe’s ludicrously broad hips and meaty legs (holy god those thighs were so thick), he managed to match her sarcasm, “Er, nope, just me. You’re in the presence of true, pint-sized greatness.”

But apparently Chloe’s sarcasm was unbeatable. “Consider me thoroughly wowed. Now are you eventually going to introduce yourself, or should I take a seat and talk to Amy some more while we wait for you to finish staring?” John noticed Chloe’s hips wiggle ever so slightly at the words ““take a seat”” and it was all he could do not to think about just how squishy and bouncy it would be for her to sit down in that skirt of hers.

John put on his best -I definitely wasn’t thinking about spanking you just now- smile, “John! I’m John Little. Always an, um… adventure meeting a friend of Amy’s.”

Chloe put on her naughtiest -I definitely was thinking about you spanking me just now- smile of her own, “I’m Chloe, but I’m sure the pleasure is all yours.” Despite the mocking undertone, Chloe’s voice held such a lewd edge that John practically felt every word travel like lightning through his cock and balls. Suddenly Chloe’s tone switched from ‘playfully flirty’ to ‘total brat’ in an instant, “And this is for calling me short, small-fry.” Before John could react the massive girl had stuck out her pinky finger and very gently but firmly brought it down to pin him flat against the table, smirking as she did so.

John’s futile attempts to push Chloe’s smallest digit away elicited a playful giggle from above, as if flattening another person was merely a bit of fun for her, and she took her time sensually caressing her finger along his face, chest, and further downwards. When she reached his waistline she paused and used that same breathy, boner-inducing whisper from earlier, “And this... is for calling me cute.”

A practiced little toss of her head flung several dark strands of hair over her shoulders, presenting a distraction-free view of her chest as she ever-so-subtly brought her elbows together from either side. Unable to cope with the minor increase in pressure, the little jacket zipper slipped an inch or two down: -ZRRT!- and the two masses of flesh, as if attempting a desperate escape, suddenly tried to push their way through the new opening in Chloe’s top. John had been heroically managing to (mostly) avert his gaze so far, but this was too much. His eyes locked onto the eruption of creamy wobbling cleavage, and he was treated to a flash of color as the frilly red edges of a lacy bra danced just on the edge of visibility.

Still helplessly flattened, John had to watch from below as Chloe’s arrogant expression grew to nuclear levels of smugness when her display elicited a twitch from his cock, which she felt directly against her delicate fingertip, “Hehee, do you get sassy with every girl you meet, who gives you a hardon, or just the big ones?” Adding insult to injury, the towering tease began eagerly prodding her fingertip against the firm bulge in his pants over and over, obviously enjoying her chance to flaunt her size and superiority over him.

Oh great, John thought as his body became a plaything for the oversized tease, one of these girls. He’d met her type before: hot, arrogant, and very eager to ego-trip over all the poor tinies she towered over. Well, John may have been small, but he was stubborn. He was about to deliver a biting comeback to put the smug giantess in her place when she, evidently not satisfied with merely poking his throbbing genitals back and forth, effortlessly interrupted him by sticking her index finger out and squashing his face flat as well. So much for that.

Feeling quite assured that she’d preemptively silenced any backtalk, Chloe eventually drew her hand away from John’s aching boner and gazed down at him with her dark eyes and obnoxious smirk, “Now if you’re done inspecting my outfit, Officer Eyeballs, I’m going to zip back up…” Just to rub salt in the wound she leaned unnecessarily far forwards so that John had no choice but to watch from his immobile position as she fiddled with the zipper, her every movement jiggling her soft chest directly overhead. Though he desperately wanted to defend himself, all of John’s focus was split between struggling to unflatten his own body from the table, and being distracted by Chloe’s little show of gradually forcing her hefty chest back into the confines of her top.

*zrrrrrp!* the zipper finally closed, sealing Chloe’s bosom away once again while she only smiled at John’s look of disappointment, “You know Amy, you could have warned me that your little roomy had such a bad case of elevator-eyes.” John frowned; Right… as if she didn’t deliberately pick that outfit to make his eyes explode out of his head. Obviously happy to leave John behind in an exhausted little heap, Chloe began to stand and turn away with a triumphant expression like she’d just cleverly won an important argument, “I was going to leave him my phone number, buuut I don’t really date thirsty tinies. Oh well.”

John couldn’t let Chloe get away with making fun of him so easily, and finally managed to call up, “But who will I call when I need a smug brat on short notice?” Amy chuckled in the background, apparently enjoying the banter between him and her ‘petite’ friend.

Thus far Chloe had been looking at John as if he was little more than a passing curiosity to her, but all of a sudden her eyes focused on him with something more... intense. If he didn’t know any better, it seemed like a mix between intrigue and excitement, almost like a housecat that had found a fascinating, favorite new mouse to toy with. Chloe flashed John a huge pompous grin from above, “Oo~ooh ❤, he is a cheeky one! I didn’t think you could fit such a big attitude in such a teeny-tiny little guy.”

Before John could figure out if that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult, Chloe spun around and very casually hip-checked the table with her huge-a-rific backside, sending him sprawling across the wooden surface as if he’d been subjected to a massive earthquake. By the time he got to his feet Chloe was already setting off down the hall, leaving him to stare after her as he realized he’d gotten his wish of finally seeing her from behind.

Even from the front it had been perfectly obvious how perfectly narrow Chloe’s waist was, but only now that she was arrogantly sauntering away could John appreciate the full, round width of her plump yet firm backside as well. In fact he could do nothing but appreciate it: her shapely hips rocked left and right so eye-catchingly that they seemed to fill the narrow hallway from wall to wall. What’s more, her mini-skirt rode up until he was looking at practically nothing but bare ass. Even so, John noticed that there was no trace of lacy thong in the deep, jiggling abyss that existed between each squeezable buttock. Chloe’s message was not exactly subtle: “I can be a lot cheekier than you can, tiny man.”

Despite his rude (but oh so enticing) “introduction” to Chloe, all John could think about was how badly he wanted to give that perfectly shaped butt of hers a slap just to see how it would jiggle (not that he was big enough to perform such a feat)... or reach around and squeeze her chest in his hands, since he could see them even now, from behind, as they wobbled along with her pace. Amy was by no means a petite woman, so John was used to being around a shapely and bouncy giantess (as used to such an experience as you can be, anyway), but Chloe’s voluptuous proportions had just destroyed his earlier “all boobs are equally big” claim. Usually if Amy accidentally got him stuck in her cleavage (an obnoxiously common occurrence) it could take him several minutes to maybe wrestle an arm or leg free from her jiggly body to signal for help, but he had the feeling that Chloe’s clothing was likely tight enough to trap him for hours… and that ass! Had John been regular size he was certain she’d be still capable of wrapping those legs around his face and smothering him to death… as it was, a mere skintight pair of pants would’ve been enough to suffocate him (and several friends) entirely. John couldn’t decide whether to be more irritated or aroused by Chloe’s personality, but his throbbing cock had seemingly made up its own mind as it pointed longingly after her.

Apparently content that she’d done everything she could to worsen the discomfort in John’s pants, Chloe nonchalantly flicked her long hair back over her shoulder and swaggered on, slowing only to casually toss her sucked-clean lollipop stick over one shoulder. “Let me know when you slowpokes are ready to pick out movies. I’ll be waiting.” Then she disappeared around the corner, one muscular leg and a dainty sock-clad foot being the last to vanish.

John was still looking down the empty hall (as if hoping for one more look at Chloe) until Amy appeared next to him and scooped him into her palm with a knowing smirk, “See? A real handful, right?” When John was too dazed to respond she added, “You know if you stare any harder your eyes might grow wings and fly after her.” Amy snickered at her own joke.

John had to blink a few times, his mind still preoccupied with Chloe’s befuddling attitude (and jiggly exit), before he could manage the question, “What just happened?”

Amy grinned as she cheerfully scolded him, “Remember an hour ago how I said my pretty friend was coming over, and you promised you’d behave yourself, and then you introduced yourself by trying to out-sass her while staring at her two ginormous-”

John impatiently waved a hand, “Okay okay I get it, I’m a thirsty dumbass that can’t keep his mouth shut! Spare me! But I mean... what was her deal?”

Amy paused, “Oh, that. You know, I’ve never really seen Chloe act so friendly before... she must like you an awful lot.” Amy gave John a congratulatory -lucky you!- smile.

It took John a moment to process what Amy had said, “Wait, THAT was her being friendly? THAT was her liking me? How can you even tell???” Chloe had seemed so… Haughty? Antagonistic? Outright bratty? The only thing that struck John as “friendly” about her had been the flirtatious little remarks she kept throwing his way between all her smug taunting, but even they held a dangerous edge.

Amy chuckled and set off down the hall, “Well if I’m being honest, I was almost positive that she was going to get bored and decide to personally introduce you to her thong within a few minutes of meeting you.” John shivered: thanks for the vote of confidence, Amy. Amy gave a thoughtful yet unconcerned murmur, “Hmm… maybe she thinks you’re clever? Or just cute enough to leave un-flattened for now ❤!” Amy gave John a heart-melting smile that implied that was one of the many reasons that she enjoyed his company, and John had difficulty staying mad at her.

“So, she won’t squish me?”

Amy’s incredulous chuckle was anything but reassuring, “Oh no, I didn’t say that. I’m surprised you survived this long, but once you get to know her she’s, well, it’s tricky to explain, so just trust me.”

John sighed, “Gee, great advice as always Amy, you are so helpful.”

Amy merely chuckled without concern for John’s situation, “That’s just how Chloe is! Just try not to let her frustrate you too badly, and you’ll be fine.” John didn’t exactly feel enlightened as to how he was supposed to deal with Amy’s firecracker of a friend (or how he was supposed to interact with such a buxom brat without frustration), but it was too late to do much about that as he and Amy entered the living room.

… 3: The Tie Breaker …

With some annoyance John saw that Chloe was already making herself right at home in his living room by leaning over the back of the couch and clicking lazily through his digital movie collection on the TV, all with a judgemental look on her face like she was far from impressed by his taste in media. While he watched she lifted one muscular bare leg, then the other, just to toss her colorful socks on the floor below (and over some of his recently unpacked belongings). As she settled back into place she thrust her ass out to keep balance, casually mooning his entire side of the room while her skirt rode even further up around her hips. It wasn’t often that John got to enjoy seeing such a beautiful woman from a perspective that didn’t make him also worry about being immediately sat on, so despite his growing dislike for this snobby young woman he was enjoying every second of her provocative pose. The undeniably sensual arch of her back, the tight mini-skirt doing less than nothing to hide the gentle back-and-forth wiggle of her buttocks as she patiently tapped one delicate foot against the other. John felt his cheeks turning red, in spite of his attempts to suppress his own thoughts, because from this angle all he could think about was what it would be like to place his hands on either side of her hips and pull her back into him… if he was regular-size anyway. Amy must have noticed his desperate staring because she chuckled loudly and glanced over to her friend’s rump, “You know people your size have basically suffocated under that thing, right?”

John winced as that mental image sent another guilty jolt of desire through his body, “Not helping, Amy!” Amy hadn’t attempted to be discreet with her ““whispering,”” but Chloe didn’t give any sign that she’d heard… except that she arched her back a degree more, flashing just a hint of bright panties from between her shapely buttocks. The only thing that kept John’s eyes from boring a hole in her lingerie was his determination not to let her or Amy catch him staring, since Chloe seemed like just the type to gloat about any bit of attention he gave her (and Amy would certainly needle him for it too).

As Amy walked up Chloe murmured thoughtfully, “I have to admit this is actually quite the movie collection… is Stuart Little on here? Or The Borrowers?” Chloe turned and smirked directly at John as she taunted, “I can only assume those are the house favorites.” Before he could come up with a clever retort Chloe stood back up and her arrogant smirk—which was apparently her default expression—rose past him until he found himself staring at the zipper that was left jingling inches from his face. Of course it wasn’t the zipper’s *clinga-ling-ing!* that stole his attention, but everything else: in the short walk from the hallway to the living room Chloe’s top had unzipped itself all over again, once more spilling many inches of soft cleavage into the open air. John was pretty sure Amy hadn’t intended to give him a golden opportunity to drool over her friend’s skimpy top, and yet thanks to her inattentive habit of holding him aloft at chest height he had a front-row seat to the “Watch Amy’s busty friend gradually and bouncily destroy a small jacket” show.

Characteristically oblivious to John’s awkward situation and Chloe’s snark, Amy chirped, “Yeah! John put a bazillion movies on there! He was thinking of watching Ultra Spacewar 5000, you know, the one with the lasers and spaceships and stuff?” Amy pressed a button on the TV remote to show the movie’s cover, depicting off a busty and scantily clad heroine firing a plastic-looking laser gun into the air.

Chloe made a face, “Isn’t that some super cheesy sci-fi thing?”

John chimed in, “It’s supposed to be the best WORST movie ever. Reviews say it was so bad that it’s even been banned in some european countries. We don’t even have to pay attention, we can just laugh at the really bad acting and talk over the rest.”

Amy smiled approvingly at his description, but Chloe huffed disapprovingly, “Yuck, do we really want to christen our first movie night with a super lame film?”

John fired back, “Alright Miss Better-ideas, what’s your suggestion?”

All too happy to share her superior opinions, Chloe proudly waved a billboard sized DVD case directly in front of John, “I brought this from home.” The cover depicted a busty and scantily clad heroine (wearing a sci-fi police hat) firing a plastic-looking laser gun into the air. Chloe smugly explained, “Cybercop 4000 is a classic. Probably way better than your dumb movie, which I’m pretty sure should be called Space Bimbo 5000.”

John chuckled, “Sounds right up your alley, then, Chloe. And who even watches DVD’s anymore?”

Chloe’s dark eyelashes flicked downwards and gave John a look of sarcastic, almost-friendly menace, “Ha. I don’t remember asking the peanut gallery for opinions.” Then she pushed her hand forward, quickly trapping John between approaching Cybercop DVD case and Amy’s humongous chest. With nowhere to run, John had only a split second to panic and glare daggers at Chloe (who smirked right back) before he hit the plastic box, and then was mashed backwards into Amy’s soft protruding flesh. Chloe kept pushing until Amy’s chest flattened out against the plastic box and spilled over the sides, ensuring that John was stuck and unable to interrupt while she quite literally rubbed her movie choice in his face.

Somehow ignorant (or simply indifferent) to John’s plight, Amy proceeded to think aloud, “Ooh, that one looks fun too! Hmm, but I do kinda like the look of Spacewar...” Amy glanced back to the TV as if deep in thought.

Chloe interjected wryly, “You just want to see that one because you relate to the main character, Princess Space-Boobs or whatever-her-name-is.”

Amy made a half-hearted attempt to deny the assertion, “Oh shut up, I do not.” and stomped her foot in a playfully pouty motion that jostled her breasts heavily against John. Then she smiled again, “Though if I was some kind of space princess, can you imagine how awesome my boobs would look in zero gravity???”

Chloe teased back, “Please, if you ever went into space you’d generate your own gravitational field with those planets of yours and float away.” Both the girls chuckled, and John would have joined in had he not been so preoccupied with being flattened by Amy’s shaking chest. Despite being so squished he could only hear half of the conversation, John had a moment of clarity as he realized how both girls—who seemed like such polar opposites at first—could get along so well.

Amy shrugged noncommittally, “Both movies sound good to me. You and John pick!”

Upon realizing that Amy was going to be uselessly indecisive since she would (as usual) rather avoid any semblance of responsibility, even for something as simple as helping decide what to watch, Chloe sighed melo-dramatically, “Uuugh! Fine.” She had no other choice but to try and change John’s mind instead.

Chloe finally peeled her DVD box away from Amy’s huge chest, and was pleasantly surprised to see that John’s body was stuck to the plastic surface. Never one to waste a golden opportunity, Chloe spun the box around and carefully held it right in front of her own chest, forcing her little rival to stare right into her open cleavage as she snickered, “How about it, squirt, wanna admit your movie sucks and watch mine instead?” While she had him as a captive audience, Chloe brought John a smidge closer and, in a voice so enticingly naughty that every word sent a throb through his erection, “I promise you won’t regret iiit...” Just to make her point crystal clear Chloe gently bounced on her toes, causing her jacket zipper to slip down millimeter by millimeter *zrrt-zzp-zzzzt!* as her perky breasts jiggled and slammed together within the confines of her top.

John was so exhausted and stunned by Chloe’s sudden change in personality that he could only offer a surprised “Uhh-” in response.

It was only after several inches of Chloe’s cleavage (enough to fit multiple fingers / John-sized people down) had been jiggled free that Amy finally butted in from behind, “Hey! No shmoozing with the tie breaker, you big cheater!”

Still bouncing on her toes, Chloe giggled in a way that said she knew exactly what she was doing and still didn’t care, “I’m not cheating, I’m just asking nicely.”

Amy shot back stubbornly, “I don’t think asking nicely requires exposing that much cleavage, Chloe.”

Chloe ceased her bouncing but left John staring up at her oversized tits as she spun around and sighed impatiently, “Ugh, then how else are we supposed to decide what to watch!?” John, meanwhile, was both thankful and furious with Amy for putting an end to what had been his most pleasant interaction with Chloe thus far... he wouldn’t have declined just a little more ““convincing!””

Amy frowned thoughtfully, “Uhh, we could flip a coin?”

“I don’t have a coin: in case you hadn’t noticed, this outfit doesn’t exactly have pockets to spare.” To demonstrate her point Chloe waggled her chest about right over John’s face, and he noted that although there were two pockets stretched right over the exact front of each boob, they were so form-fitting that it would have been a struggle to fit even a scrap of paper in there.

Amy pondered the issue, “Hmm… Oh, we could toss a tiny!”

“What a what?”

Amy smiled, pleased to be the center of attention for a change, “I read about it in Sizemo magazine! It’s like a coin flip, but instead of a coin you use a tiny person instead!” Happily interrupting John’s point-blank view of Chloe’s underboob, Amy reached over and unapologetically scraped his pitiful form off the plastic with a fingernail, “It’s easy! I’ll flip him like a coin; if he lands on his back we watch his movie, if he lands facedown we watch yours! Ready?” Without waiting for so much as a nod of approval from her inch-high friend, Amy recklessly hurled John into the air.

In their hurry to see the outcome of John’s “flip”, Amy and Chloe both crowded together as he tumbled through the air, heedlessly putting their enormous protruding chests right in the way of his descent. John screamed, “CATCH ME!” but Amy was far too slow to react, and he instead fell onto her (well, his) shirt before bouncing back off like it was a trampoline. As he flew through the air for the second time John caught the exceptionally self-satisfied look that Chloe was giving him, only to realize (with great annoyance) that it had to do with his very unfortunate trajectory: he was soaring straight towards her exposed chest. In fact, thanks to the skimpy top she’d chosen, all the bouncing that had undone her zipper, and the plain size of her chest, Chloe didn’t even have to move. She simply got to stand there with a smug smile on her face while her tiny competitor rocketed head-first between her huge awaiting breasts.

After a dizzying flight and a sudden (but soft) landing, John found himself upside down in complete darkness, crammed firmly up to his legs into the extremely narrow space between Chloe’s perky tits. The tremendous pressure of her cleavage turned out to be both a blessing and a curse: it had stopped him from sinking any further in, but also made it impossible for him to so much as turn his head without getting a faceful of her boob flesh. It seemed the only movement he could manage was feebly kicking his legs in the air, aka the universal signal tiny people used for “help me please.”

Meanwhile, Chloe was already fully aware of the discomfort John no doubt found himself in, especially since she’d been deliberately taunting him only seconds prior with the same fleshy mounds he now found himself helplessly trapped between. Making no attempt whatsoever to make his situation more bearable, Chloe instead spun to face Amy, swinging her chest around in an unnecessarily wobbly fashion so that she could display his flailing legs like a victory trophy and exclaim, “Tails! That means I win, right?”

Amy rolled her eyes, “You were supposed to catch him, stupid!”

Chloe sneered, “Uhh, I did catch him. See?” and shook her chest for emphasis, very obnoxiously jostling John back and forth as she did so.

“No, I mean with, like, with your hands.”

Chloe only stuck her tongue out playfully, “Maybe you should have caught him, then!” Glancing back down to John’s upended legs, Chloe shrugged. “Either way it looks like I win since it’s tails, ha!”

Amy leaned in, “Or feet in this case, I guess, since I don’t think this counts as face up...” and, just to see for herself, used two fingers to gently pry Chloe’s breasts apart. Amy got as far as revealing some of John’s chest and even a tiny sliver of his chin before she stopped, as if she didn’t think it was important to actually free his face from her friend’s cleavage. John was still frantically trying (and failing) to separate Chloe’s flesh the rest of the way when Amy decided it was important to state the blatantly obvious, “Oh wow, he’s like, really wedged in there good, huh?”

John responded with a muffled but clearly impatient -mmfmff!- while Chloe chuckled and ignored him in favor of responding to Amy, “Sure looks like it! You’d think our lucky little guy would have picked a different landing spot if he was so worried about getting stuck.” John couldn’t believe what he was hearing: how the hell was HE being blamed for this!? SHE was the one who’d stuck her big fat tits in the way!

John made a valiant attempt to voice all these points, but only got as far as “MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T CHEATED BY-” before Amy chose that exact moment to withdraw her hand, thoughtlessly leaving him to hold back Chloe’s flesh without her help. Since his teeny arms were no match for the mere weight of the colossal brat’s colossal breasts, John was unable to prevent the two hot, squishy surfaces from slamming together over his body with unstoppable force.

Chloe watched with a mischievous smile as John’s entire torso vanished between her jiggly breasts a second time, until all that remained of his furious outcry was a faint buzzing noise and his protruding waist. And, now that she was paying attention, the telltale sign of his stubborn erection protruding between his furiously kicking legs… how fun! Knowing it would drive him crazy, Chloe spoke in the smuggest possible voice while she rubbed her victory in his face, “Now now, I won the tiny toss fair and square. There’s no need to be a sore loser about it.” Since there was nothing he could do to stop her anyway, Chloe shifted her elbows until the rest of his lower body had been squashed between each mass of flesh and she could feel his erection poking unproductively into her skin.

Completely failing to notice the humiliation that John was being forced to endure by her busty friend, Amy giggled her reassurance, “Don’t worry John, we can watch your movie next time!” and headed for the kitchen. “I’m getting some snacks! Why don’t you show Chloe around? Oh, and behave yourselves while I’m gone, okay???” John groaned as Amy left him in the hands (well, cleavage) of the most obnoxious brat he’d ever met, the only indication she’d even considered his safety being her careless request for both him and Chloe to behave themselves.

Chloe called back, “Bring me some popcooorn!” Then she peered down, “Want anything, down there?” and gave her chest an annoying little bounce.

John grumbled sarcastically, assuming he wouldn’t be heard, “Oh I dunno, to be let out from between this annoying girl’s cleavage, maybe?”

Somehow, possibly without Amy’s distracting presence, Chloe actually understood what he said. Unfortunately, she thought it was just too funny to aggravate Amy’s cute little friend while he couldn’t possibly retaliate, so her reply was a self-satisfied, “No chance, loverboy.” After giving John what could almost be called an ““affectionate”” full-body squeeze with her cleavage, Chloe zipped her jacket over his legs and sealed him inside an impossibly-tight prison with nothing but her jiggly, hundred-times-larger-than-him breasts for company while she took several bouncy steps down the hall. Apparently that was her idea of ““behaving herself.””

John could only groan as he began to realize the kind of night he was in for, while wondering bitterly where Chloe’s first stop on this farce of a tour would be.

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(Edited: March 14, 2021)