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4: The Tour

For the better part of an hour, the house was filled with girlish chatter and giggling as Chloe and her guest wandered and gossiped at a leisurely, aimless pace.

But while Amy was fully absorbed in the tour, taking in every room and discussion with a smile, Chloe kept sneaking glances at the larger girl’s considerable chest as it jiggled about. She couldn’t help it. The whole situation was just too funny! Although she couldn’t see inside the skintight crop-top jacket, the mere knowledge that John was somewhere in there, ineffectually competing for room with Amy’s enormous jostling tits, brought her endless joy. Which was why she decided to prolong his suffering by giving her ditzy friend the “extended” tour of the entire house. Sooner or later, John would lose his composure...

No man could withstand Amy’s bouncing, jiggling charms forever!

In fact, Chloe had under-estimated John’s problems. Amy’s jacket was so jam-packed with boob flesh that John could distinctly feel even the smallest of movements, as her chest bounced one way and wobbled another. The perpetual motion was impossibly distracting: Every time he tried to come up with an escape plan, Amy’s heaving breasts would smoosh together and squeeze all sense out of him.

Several minutes of struggling had only amounted to several minutes of bouncing pointlessly back and forth, achieving zero progress. Her stupid, slutty jacket was just too damn tight!

He was trapped for good.

Even simple acts such as breathing had become tremendously more difficult now that every single pocket of air was packed with Amy’s doughy skin, and he couldn’t really move anymore for much the same reason. Though John couldn’t say he was in actual discomfort. In fact, the various sensations he was forced to endure made for a physically enjoyable—if greatly humiliating—experience. It was nearly pitch black, of course, except for the faint light that occasionally shone in whenever Amy’s breasts separated a fraction of a millimeter. Sounds from the outside world were muffled but for the faint thumping of Amy’s heartbeat, leaving John largely alone with his own (increasingly horny) thoughts. Every breath he took was warm and humid, almost like a sauna, but also filled with a delightful feminine scent that made his head spin and his heart race. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

Above all else, with his other senses obscured, it was the constant jiggling that was driving John absolutely mad. Each and every step Amy took caused her gelatinous chest to undergo a mini-earthquake, creating a series of inescapable tremors that shook the tiny little man from head to toe. It was relentless. A constant barrage of bouncing, jiggling flesh. And nothing he did seemed to make the experience any more bearable as the huge girl’s chest had its way with him, squeezing and kneading against his face and crotch without mercy.

*Squish-squash-squish-squash-squish!*

As every square inch of his body was massaged between Amy’s spectacularly smooth breasts, again and again, John fell into a delirium. His body’s unsatisfied desire for sex was reaching critical levels, but still he couldn’t escape the constant bouncing.

Amy’s gigantic chest had become a kind of extra-squishy sensory deprivation chamber for the shrunken man. One which he would only escape once either the gigantic ditz or the gigantic brat decided to remove him…

Not that Chloe was doing anything whatsoever to make his experience any less less frustrating. Far from it.

Every few minutes John’s giant housemate would make a point to ask how he was doing. And each time Amy would “thoughtfully” take it upon herself to “check” on him by inquisitively squeezing her breasts together and feeling for his reaction… This, very predictably, compacted John so tightly within her cushiony cleavage that he couldn’t communicate with so much as a twitch of his limbs. Nevertheless, the enormous airhead would invariably detect his erection mashing up against her skin, and report his status with a cheerful, “Yep, he’s A-Okay!” and a thumbs-up. Then the girls’ tour would continue without any further consideration.

To make matters worse, the combination of pressure and ceaseless bouncing was causing John’s clothing to loosen. Tiny clothing may have been proportionately cheaper to produce, but it was also pathetically flimsy in the hands of a full-sized person, and even the most well-intentioned girl could accidentally tear the clothes right off someone just through normal handling if she wasn’t perfectly careful. And while Amy might have meant well, she was being anything but careful with the tiny man lodged between her humongous breasts... Just the natural wobbling of her chest alone was enough to cause his shirt and pants to loosen considerably. Not to mention the added pressure of her constant squeezing! If he couldn’t escape from his jiggling prison soon the giant houseguest would surely tear the clothes right off his body, whether she meant to or not.

Just when it seemed like the girls had explored every possible room in the house, John was bounced several times as Amy hurried over to something. Her muffled voice reached John’s ears, “Hey, what’s this thing???”

Chloe responded, “Oh, that? That’s John’s mini-house.”

“His mini-what?”

“His mini-house. You know, like a miniaturized place for a tiny person to live, with little appliances and stuff? Haven’t you seen one of these before?”

“No, never!” John wobbled as Amy circled around the shoe-box sized building, taking it in from all sides, “It’s so small!”

Chloe chuckled at her friend’s ignorance, “Well yeah. It’s full of micro furniture, and it’s even got electricity and running water and all that junk. The roof has hinges if you wanna look inside.”

Amy spun on her heels, bouncing up and down with a great big smile, “Ooh! Can I? Can I?”

“Help yourself. I’m sure John wouldn’t mind.”

Oh, please, make yourself right at home, John thought to himself.

Happy to leave John’s entire apartment building in the care of the clumsiest woman on the planet, Chloe turned and began to saunter away, “I’m gonna get some popcorn and drinks and stuff. Just meet me in the living room whenever you’re done poking around.” Chloe glanced over her shoulder, eyeing Amy’s bosom one last time with a smirk, “And behave yourselves while I’m gone, alright?”

Amy smiled back, “Kaaay!” Then she looked down at her own chest, “Chloe’s getting snacks. Do you want anything, John?”

John grumbled sarcastically, “Oh I dunno, to be let out from between this big ditz’s cleavage, maybe?”

When she didn’t hear anything, Amy called, “Um, put a piece of popcorn on a plate for John too, I guess???” She wasn’t sure what tinies liked to snack on but that sounded right.

Shrugging, Amy turned her attention back to the curious box in front of her, bending down for a better look. “Hmm… I can barely see through these teeny little windows…” As she bent, John’s world turned upside-down, and he began sliding towards the crack of light far beneath him, quickly picking up speed.

Unaware of John’s situation, Amy reached out and gently tipped the roof back, staring in amazement at the 1/70th scale rooms, “Cooool!”

She was still leaning over to peer into John’s living room when John slipped out of her cleavage like a pebble from an upturned shoe. The tiny man let out a yelp as the once-darkened and claustrophobic surroundings gave way to bright open air and a several-hundred-foot drop to the floor. He would survive, of course: he weighed less than a gram, so the fall would be terrifying, and the landing uncomfortable, but he’d live. The real trouble would be that neither Amy nor Chloe would know where he’d gone off to, and he’d be stranded on the floor at their feet until one of them bothered to look down or, the more likely scenario, found him squashed flat under their toes. For a tiny person, the floor was one of the most dangerous places to be.

So it was by pure luck that one of John’s flailing hands latched onto something solid and metal. Amy’s itty-bitty flower pendant, hanging from her slender neck by the thinnest chain imaginable, jingled and swung as he clung onto it for dear life. After a tense and stomach-lurching moment, the chain hung still, leaving John dangling beneath Amy’s neck, gasping for breath but finally free. When he opened his eyes, he was, once again, astonished by the sight before him.

Amy’s pale, slender neck soared overhead, and curly red locks of hair hung all around John like an impossibly huge veil. As her pendant spun listlessly in place on the end of its chain, John’s perspective spun with it, directing his gaze at the far wall, his house far below, a shroud of long red hair, and then Amy herself…

Having bent over to investigate his mini-house, Amy’s chest was now hanging directly in front of John’s gawping face, in all of its magnificent and cleavage-exposing glory. Despite having spent what felt like an eternity trapped between those pale globes, John could not help but stare at the perfect, supple shape of them. Especially now that he wasn’t in immediate danger of disappearing between them, it was much easier to look at them in a positive light. And without Chloe around, there was nobody to stop him from staring…

John shook his head free of such thoughts. He had to focus, damnit! The last thing he needed was to get distracted by such a jiggly, round, perfect pair of tits… No matter how wonderfully big they were. Now that he thought about it, Amy’s chest was significantly larger than his entire house. Just one perky nipple could probably collapse his bedframe, with him in it. That was… kind of hot.

Focus, John, focus!!!

For the time being, Amy was fully engrossed in investigating John’s miniature living room. She picked up his couch as easily as if it were a toy, turned it over a few times, then gently put it back down in the wrong place. “Oops… Shit!” Amy grumbled as her clumsy fingers bumped into a shelf and sent tiny books thumping to the floor, then knocked over a tiny chair as she flinched away. How could one girl be so damn clumsy? Still, as far as John cared she could wreck his whole damn house as long as he didn’t have to spend another second crammed between her ginormous tits.

Although, now that he thought about it, it had been so warm, and soft… No, damnit! John blinked, trying and failing to push those unhelpfully lewd thoughts away. He could still smell Amy’s musk all over him, and with the memory of her skin pressing against every inch of his body still fresh in his mind, it was difficult (extremely difficult) to think of anything else. The throbbing between his legs was a constant reminder of just how irresistible this gigantic woman was. But letting Chloe win the stupid wager would be a thousand—a million times worse than any temporary frustration.

He just had to hold out long enough to get Amy’s attention.

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