Movie Night (4) (Patreon)

(Note: thanks everyone who took part in the story poll! There was such a desire to see more of Chloe's smug antics that I decided to include an extra pre-movies chapter focusing entirely on her and John. Enjoy!)

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… 4: A Quick Tour …

Chloe’s jacket was so filled to bursting with soft flesh that every movement she made forced John to endure such a constant state of bouncing back and forth that he couldn’t even think straight. Every time he tried to come up with an escape plan Chloe’s heavy breasts would smoosh together, practically squeezing all sense out of him. John could only assume Chloe was walking somewhere, unless she was simply bouncing in place purely to torture him (which seemed like a very “Chloe” thing to do).

In reality Chloe was taking her sweet time strolling the halls and getting familiar with the layout of the house. It was only a happy coincidence that John had no choice but to come along with her wherever she went, and an even happier coincidence that she could feel his growing erection being unavoidably massaged against her breasts every time she moved or turned even slightly. John wasn’t in much of a position to act as a tour guide, but he was certainly keeping her entertained nevertheless!

Chloe hadn’t made it far before something on a corner table caught her interest, “Hey, what’s this thing?” It looked like an extremely sturdy box, but it had little windows and even a door on it. Deciding to narrate her thoughts out loud for John’s benefit (slash annoyance), Chloe mused, “Oh I see, it’s a little doll-house for tinies!” Chloe knew perfectly well that John couldn’t answer (let alone see what she was talking about), but she hoped that his inability to respond would only add to his aggravation (and it did). With some curiosity Chloe noticed that there was even light coming from inside, and after leaning in she could see miniature furniture through the windows, like a little desk and bedroom. “This must be your room!” The whole thing was smaller than a shopping basket: a manor by tiny-standards, but Chloe refused to act impressed, “Did this used to be one of Amy’s shoeboxes or something?” Despite it’s above average dimensions for a mini-home, Chloe noticed that it still wouldn’t be nearly big enough to fit her entire chest inside. She contemplated pointing that out, but decided it would be a lot more fun to surprise John with a demonstration some other time.

Feeling devious, Chloe made sure John could hear her teasing, “Well if you’re not going to invite me in and give me the tour, I’m sure you won’t mind if poke around a bit, right?” John’s forbidding cry of -Stay out!- went entirely unheeded and, since nothing was actually stopping her, Chloe began her ““tour”” by sticking her hand right through the front door to blindly feel around. John did his best to sound authoritative as he demanded she stop or at least be careful, but with the mere weight of two enormous breasts pinning him in place he was forced to listen as the nosy brat rummaged through his house, knocking his carefully arranged belongings aside as she went. Chloe obviously knew she didn’t have to worry about any retaliation from John and took her sweet time satisfying her curiosity, making no effort to prevent her massive breasts from jostling and bumping against her elbow as she maneuvered about.

Once Chloe had her fill she taunted, “Sweet bachelor pad, stud. Very cozy.” As if to emphasize the word “cozy” Chloe gently bumped her breasts together, compressing John’s tiny space while he was in the middle of mustering some sharp remark. Although John was literally surrounded by her soft flesh, Chloe’s playfully flippant tone still reached his ears, “Must suck that your bedroom can’t even fit a girlfriend inside!” Chloe was extraordinarily self-satisfied to note that despite all her smug teasing she could still feel the tell-tale sensation of John’s erect cock pushing against her, proving that he just couldn’t get enough of her. She was pretty sure she’d even felt his penis twitch in response to her mention of the word ““girlfriend”” which only added to her already overinflated ego all the more.

As Chloe retracted her hand from the little ““house”” (clumsily knocking another item aside on the way) she sneered, “And that mattress hardly looks big enough for a lady… Let me guess, Johnny boy is single?” Since his complicated “differently-sized friends-with-occasional-benefits” relationship with Amy hardly counted as an exclusive romantic thing, John was in fact single (though he was loath to admit it to the narcissistic likes of Chloe). But Chloe was clever enough to take his stubborn silence for confirmation, “Heh, I thought so.” Despite her overwhelming smugness, something in Chloe’s voice made John think that she seemed excited, even relieved by his availability. Was she still flirting with him??? If this was her “affectionate” side like Amy said, John wondered if he’d made a grave mistake by hitting on her. On the other hand, Chloe was so very very hot, and despite her overbearing attitude John couldn’t deny that he was enticed by the playfully seductive behavior that was ever-present in her interactions with him.

Enjoying how effortlessly she could tease Amy’s cute (and single!) little friend, Chloe stood up with yet another energetic bounce. Determined to subject John to as much jiggling as possible, Chloe even put an extra sway in her step as she sauntered back to the living room, subjecting him to a never-ending full-body titfuck. She wondered just how much the stubborn little guy could endure before he simply started cumming into her cleavage… or maybe he’d even give in and beg her to satisfy him first? Either way, Chloe couldn’t wait to gloat about it!

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As Chloe continued her bouncy journey, John discovered something: by using all of his strength (as well as gravity and Chloe’s constantly shaking flesh), he was able to very gradually work his way deeper between her breasts. Normally this would have been a terrible idea, except that he knew Chloe’s skimpy outfit had left the underside of her chest exposed and therefore might offer him an escape route… even if it required him to crawl his way through an endless expanse of all-encompassing boob-flesh.

One of the few (very few) advantages of being hundreds of times smaller than normal was that clothes were significantly cheaper, since a tiny shirt could be made out of little more than cloth scraps. However, one of the many (many) drawbacks was that such small, cheap garments were also pathetically flimsy in the hands of a full sized person. Even the most well-intentioned girl could accidentally tear the clothes right off a tiny man just through normal handling if she wasn’t perfectly careful. And so far Chloe had been anything but careful with John: she had been bouncing and squeezing him flat non stop, mostly in a transparent attempt to deliberately annoy him (or to grind his throbbing boner directly into her cleavage). Granted she was only using her chest to toy with him, but even so that was enough to cause his shirt to rip and his pants to loosen as he squirmed against her towards freedom.

By the time John saw a sliver of light below him he was exhausted, his shirt was in tatters, and his bare torso was rubbing against Chloe every inch of the way. But eventually, thankfully, he managed to push his head free of Chloe’s restrictive cleavage, and he could see again!!! John’s elation lasted only as long as it took his eyes to adjust: the only thing between him and a perilous drop to the hardwood floor below was Chloe’s sloping feminine midriff (which distinctly lacked any handholds unless you counted her belly button stud), her gently swaying skirt, and then each ginormous leg as she casually walked along. John was currently held aloft in the tiny gap between her protruding breasts, which refused to stop bouncing, making his view especially unsteady and leaving him no safe way down.

From somewhere else in the house Amy shouted, “Popcorn’s almost done! I’ll be right out!”

Pretending like she hadn’t spent the last 10 minutes sexually torturing Amy’s roommate, Chloe replied cheerfully, “Kaaay!” and headed for the living room. But something felt off to Chloe as her chest bounced with renewed vigor: previously she’d felt John’s tiny form rubbing near the top of her cleavage where she’d left him stuck, but now he seemed to have sunk far deeper. At first Chloe smirked at the thought of John being completely engulfed from head-to-toe by her jiggling flesh. She even gave her chest another firm squeeze just to savor his misfortune. But as her flesh compacted him once more, she realized he was deep enough to be at risk of popping out the other side. Chloe unzipped her jacket to get a better look, but where John’s legs should have been protruding from her deep cleavage she saw only her own skin. Since her breasts were too tightly packed to spread apart, she had to go searching for John by sticking one finger in, “Don’t tell me you got yourself jammed all the way in there… now it’ll take forever to get you out if Amy asks me to find you!” Chloe was up to her knuckle in cleavage when her fingertip finally found John’s feet. “Huh.” That was deeper than she’d expected. And now that she thought about it, she could tell John had wriggled his torso free and was now dangling underneath her chest. A pathetic escape attempt? Chloe had to respect John’s determination, but she couldn’t let him get away with that so easily.

Rather than simply pull him out from below, Chloe instead opted to pinch John by the ankle and subject him to the lengthy and humiliating process of being dragged all the way back through her excruciatingly confined cleavage, ensuring he was in no state to respond while she teased, “Where do you think you’re going?” As he was squeezed along, it was all John could do to keep his pants from literally tearing off due to the friction of Chloe’s soft skin, though managing even that was a struggle.

When he finally popped back into the open air once more and was left dangling upside-down over a valley of cleavage deep enough to consume a bus, John’s shirt and pants were both gone. All his hard-won progress had been instantly undone by Chloe, and he’d lost practically all his clothing besides. The last thing he needed right now was to be completely naked as he tried to deal with Chloe’s annoying antics, so he was forced to hold his hands defensively over his crotch… partly so she wouldn’t get the satisfaction of witnessing how incredibly aroused she’d made him, and partly because he was worried she might decide to simply tear his underwear off for the sheer fun of it.

Worse yet, though the last ten minutes had left John totally exhausted, half-naked, and covered in Chloe’s boob-sweat, Chloe herself looked entirely unaffected, as though it had been entirely effortless for her to bring John to the point of physical collapse by merely walking around in a bouncy manner. It didn’t appear to John like she had even a hair out of place.

Chloe’s predictably arrogant expression told John that she was hugely pleased to hold every advantage in the conversation, because she teasingly scolded John as if he’d been the one misbehaving, “Uh oh, did Amy’s little boy toy already lose his shirt?” With an appreciative glance towards John’s groin she added, “And his pants? What would Amy say??? Maybe I should stuff you back in there and make you find them… I’m sure it wouldn’t take you more than an hour or two.”

John knew Chloe was just looking for any excuse to continue squishing him, and that no amount of sarcasm or insistent shouting would stop her. So instead he threw a hail mary: comedy. “And make me miss the sci-fi classic, Cybercop 4000? You wouldn’t dare.”

For a moment Chloe’s pompous smirk slipped and she looked surprised, even impressed, as if John’s persistent good humor in the face of her aggravating onslaught had earned just a hint of begrudging respect from her. Though her usual smug facade quickly returned, Chloe seemed very slightly more courteous when she spoke, “Hmph, good point, I wouldn’t want you to miss my awesome movie. Let’s go grab seats before Amy takes up the whole couch with her fat butt.” With that unspoken truce out of the way Chloe tucked John feet-first into one of her super-tight jacket pockets, affixing him to the front of one enormous boob but (to his pleasant surprise) leaving his head free to look around. It was still uncomfortably tight (and he had to deal with his boner rubbing against her soft shirt as she moved) but otherwise John had to admit he quite enjoyed Chloe’s ““good side,”” if that’s what this was. Before she entered the living room she chuckled, “Don’t expect to get your clothes back though, I like you better this way.”

John craned his neck upwards and caught Chloe smirking to herself, and even though he knew he was already pushing his luck he decided to flirt back, “I’ll bet you do.” Chloe’s dark eyes flicked downwards as her grin broke into a big smile, but she made no move to refute his suggestive remark with that dangerous yet seductive “I dare you to pin me down and fuck me until my mascara runs” expression of hers. Despite everything she’d put him through, John was still so starstruck (not to mention just a little proud at getting a girl as uncompromising as Chloe to actually smile at him) that he could only grin back at the towering bombshell of a young woman like an idiot. Unfortunately his comment seemed to use up the last of Chloe’s very limited reserve of mercy because she immediately used one finger to push him all the way into her pocket, sealing his nearly naked body between the thin jacket lining and the warm frontside of her jiggling boob while she murmured, “Don’t get too cocky down there, squirt. I’d hate for Amy to hear all about how her teeny little perv of roommate couldn’t even keep his hands to himself during the tour...”

John sighed: That seemed more like the Chloe he was used to. He hoped Amy would only chuckle dismissively at any mention of his affections for Chloe, since she rarely took anything too seriously. But she had been acting overly-defensive of Chloe, and she had already warned John to be on his best behavior… with a little over-exaggeration on Chloe’s part, John could easily see Amy siding against him and allowing her brat of a friend to come up with some undesirable punishment for his supposed misconduct. John could only hope Amy would see through whatever mischievous lies Chloe decided to share...

Next chapter.

(Edited: March 14, 2021)