Exploring a Giant, Nude, Sleeping Twilight

Part II

Underneath the Massive Rack

The only struggle came when she reached the end of Twilight's right breast, finding the slope of it starting to rise, more and more, that she could lift some of her body without having to suffer for it. But it was still cute when she reached the end. Her small little head poked out from the underside of the breast, drinking in the cool, fresh air.

Luna found her arms still snug against her sides, the fullness of the purple breast again bearing down on the rest of her body. It must have looked comedic if anyone could see it. The princess wiggled and rocked her body, inching her body forward, sending ripples across the small portion of the breast, which fatness seemed like it only wanted to suck her back under.

But Luna fought her way out from the enormous rack. And she was well rewarded for doing so, too. Standing up tall and gazing afar, the first thing she saw was the base of the massive, white pillow. The blanket rose up to greet it, and the purple giant sleeping on it, with a gap to the left to the outside world.

The last part of the journey was the easiest. Afar, the soft, rhythmic breathing blew through the air, accompanied by the light wrinkling of sheets. The gentle walk from beneath the blankets into the world of gigantic proportions served to slow Luna's heart. Finally, after the pleasure and pressure from lodged underneath Twilight's huge tits, a little relaxation was well deserved.

Not that it was meant to last long.

Luna's little body stopped before the stretching, white expanse of the large pillow far quicker than what she would have hoped—but the sight more than made up for it. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Innocent. Titanic. Twilight's slumbering face pressed against the pillow, filling every inch of Luna's vision with purple, weakening her legs at the very scale of it.

Luna knew she was small, but didn't know how tiny she was to the massive purple girl. Her very face stretched on and on, utterly huge but cutely tight, her plush, fuzzy lips resting close to the white cover, plump and juicy and crying to be touched and kissed and maybe even humped.

Why did Luna's mind often turn so dirty? She didn't know the answer to that question. Despite her quiet, nearly shy demeanor, what she was underneath it all, silently and sincerely, was repressed. Repressed! Day after month after year after decade spent relying on a decaying imagination with fingers losing their talent.

The climb over the pillow was the easiest step of the journey. Coming to the front and base of it, from there, it was merely a matter of clutching clumps of soft white, hoisting herself up, and then repeating the process—all with the monolithic, lavender slumbering face in the background.

Which Luna reached in a matter of minutes.

When she walked across the surface of the pillow, the first thing Luna became aware of was the breeze. Warm. Soft. Minty. Someone brushed their teeth before going to sleep. That made Luna smile as she reached the bottom of the giant face.

She took a moment to appreciate it. Leaning back, she tried to drink in the mountain of a face, how it obliterated her vision with everything Twilight. Two eyelids were closed, each big enough to be draped over the windows back in the castle. The soft breathing continued to tickle the ends of Luna's fur.

But was fun was there in merely enjoying the sight, really, when one could be a part of it?

Twilight's skin was buttery smooth underneath when it rose underneath Luna's feet. It was different from walking across the sheets or the pillow. The 'ground' reacted a bit more to her steps, the skin, the thin layer of fur brushing against her feet, the purple smoothness sporadically welling in the gaps between her toes.

There was a shifting feeling to it all, one that nearly rendered Luna to her hands, forced to use all four limbs to walk across the surface. Thankfully for her pride, she made it to her destination on her feet alone, watching how the ground rose up, transforming into the utter softness that was Twilight's lips.

And what else was Luna there to do, of course, then to kiss her goddess?

Luna fell onto the side of the lips, giggling at how they impressed inward from her impact, tickling every inch of her naked body. They were plusher than a pillow, elastic with life, fuzzy with the color purple. As she crawled across them to their center, the lips beneath her shifted, never opening, but massaging her tiny nude body.

And when Luna found herself finally at the center, she dropped entirely into them, kissing the massive lips and not even covering an inch. She loved how she sunk into them. How they welled around her like the warmest blanket ever, shifting with life, warmed by love, though being slowly lured on by lust.

Luna didn't care what happened to her anymore. The lips could open up for all she cared, the serpent of a tongue lashing out to collect her, lick her, then devour her. To be caught and trapped inside the moist cavern like some sort of treat. That's all Luna wanted to be to Twilight.

But she wanted to be a treat to another kind of cavern.

Then Luna's world shuddered.

The rumble of the world caused her to squeak at once, throwing out her arms either side, letting her hands touch down on both lips. Her chest jiggled freely downward, being caught by Twilight's opening mouth, the crack devouring her little breasts. They clamped down at once, suckling on Luna's jugs.

Luna threw her head back in pleasure, all the while, the larger one she was on turned. Twilight had been turning in her sleep, an island rising out of water. Instead of staring up at the tiny face, at the closed, nearly clenched eyes and tight expression, Luna instead looked down to the rest of the purple expanse, seeing the sea of blankets tossing left, exposing the lands of lavender and sexuality.

Luna decided to take a chance. She'd taken more than a few just getting here. But, in pulling her chest and herself free of Twilight's stretching lips, she then stood upon them. They sunk underneath her feet with their plushness—a hard sensation to ignore.

It was quite the vantage point. Luna stared off into the horizon filled with nothing but purple stretches of land, following the delicious curves that shaped the body she down stood on, wanting to discover every inch waiting to be explored down below.

The first choice was the two purple hills that stood freely in the open air. Making her way to them was relativity easy. There was a jump from the lips, a small walk down to Twilight's chin, a little hop onto her throat, which sank with her impact, easing the fall.

Walking across Twilight's collar bone offered a sense of hardness once more. Possibly the last Luna was going to feel for quite some time. Everything else about Twilight was utterly soft, so Luna enjoyed the solid footing of her chest. It didn't last for long, of course. Sooner rather than later, the ground sunk and welled up around her feet, tickling Luna with a plushness and softness that she knew all too well.

Luna reached the base of the two, towering breasts, which were lax and soft, sometimes shaking to the stirring of the giant they belonged to. They were peaks the small girl wanted to reach. The valley of her cleavage took the craning of her neck all the way back to see the top off.

I've already been crushed enough by those two. No, oh no. Something new is required to spice everything up. With her head already back, Luna saw the tits that capped each breast, a summit that, should she reach it, would grant a different kind of reward. Twilight has been smothering me all this time—but she has yet to fill me.

It was with this thought that Luna began to trek up Twilight's left breast. Saying it was like scaling would be too easy. Every grab, every step, caused the plushness underneath the fur and the skin to wobble. Even the tiniest move made the ground shake.

Luna was forced to her belly while she climbed the massive breast, sinking into it ever so slightly, feeling its layer of softness rise up around her. In the pocket created in the purple, she could press her foot against it, while her hands grabbed and kneaded the softness, using it to pull herself up.

The Princess of the Night laughed at the idea of all this. Climbing the front of one of Twilight's breasts while her monolithic face hovered in blurred in the distance, sleeping, with the tightest, nearly cutest expression ever seen on a girl. Her cheeks rose sporadically, followed by the wrinkling of her nose.

Perhaps the sleeping Twilight was feeling the tickles rising across her breast?

When Luna reached the peak of the soft, impressing purple mountain, she did so by rolling onto it. Lying on her back, with her every breath a fight for proper oxygen, she came to appreciate, after a few moments longer of panting, the kind of situation she was in.

“For all those years, that, I, had spent!” Luna raised a hand into the air, clutching the nothingness of it. Her chest heaved while her breasts heaved slightly to her sides. “On that accursed moon. More. More! More should have been spent... jogging!”

But Luna didn't mind lying defeated, of course, when it was atop the summit of another's girl's breast. Especially a girl that she liked. Knowing the surface of her mountain was enough to hold the tiny girl with ease nearly ushered Luna to sleep. She would be safe, warm, and enjoyed here.

Once in a lifetime opportunity, however, were not to be wasted.

That's why when Luna's head fell left, the fatness of the breast rushing up to brush her cheek, that her eyes twinkled at the very thing standing erect at the center of it. Bigger and thicker and pinker than any cock. A pole that quivered, nearly shuddering in proxy of her.

“You and I, my lovable friends, have unfinished matters to continue with,” Luna said while rising to her feet, and upon reaching them, stumbling over to the towering tit. Perky from her actions before, it stood at twice the height of the tiny. “You've crushed me. And I've clung to you.” She laughed upon approaching its base, wrapping her arms around it, feeling her chest begin to hug and flatten against it. “But don't you think it's time you've returned the royal favor?'

Luna climbed Twilight's tit like a pole, allowing her hips to give a few flicks against the smooth skin, enjoying the bliss of something hard finally smack into her softness. Her pussy was burning, aching with need, the tightness of her cunt flexing and shuddering, wanting, desiring, pleading to be filled and fucked by something, anything.

Twilight's towering tit tapered cutely near the end, the perfect kind of perkiness perfect for the upcoming job. Upon reaching the top, Luna licked her lips, fluttering her wings for the first time. She glided her crotch up onto the tip, letting its sharpness tease at her folds, promising to fill all that was hollow within her.

And then Luna impaled herself with Twilight's tit.

Luna threw her head back, and her body arched at the sudden intrusion inside her tightest of places. Her pussy clamped and clutched around the hardness slipping into her, inch by inch, filling her aching emptiness with bountiful girth.

Her legs wrapped out of reflex around Twilight's perky nipple, her plush thighs pressing against it, slowly the tiny girl's descent. It only made things better. Feeling the object slowly slipping into her body, pressing out against her walls, all while her body continued to descend on it.

But this simply wouldn't be enough! With her pussy becoming filled with Twilight's breast, she then cast her gaze outward, watching the monolithic face as it changed. The closed eyes tightened closer together, a field of rising pink overtaking the purple expanse that was her cheeks, followed then by the curling of her soft lips.

It was possible! Princess Luna smiled while rocking her hips, trying to fill her depths with more of Twilight's breast. The giant and massive girl could still feel her movements! Something like fucking her nipple could still bring the goddess pleasure, stimulating her, without her even knowing the cause!

I think.... ngnah!... it's time for your reward. Luna closed her eyes, concentrating, for the moment, on the rocking of her hips against the tip of the tit. During this, her horn lit a light-blue, the aura of her magic stretching over, in a very thin layer, over the slopes of Twilight's breasts. Your breasts are going... to become so big... that I won't even FIT on them anymore!

The jiggling jugs of Twilight breasts shuddered and quaked and shivered from the impact of Luna's magic. Slowly, surely, they expanded in size, feeling and filling out into the air, the soft flesh flopping, accompanied by a wet little sound, all around.

Then the pleasure electrifying in Luna's tight cunt shot up tenfold. Her eyes blasted open with the rolling of her tongue, the slender shaft of smooth pink expanding against her clutching walls, which struggled and failed to keep the hardness of it within her. No matter how tightly she clamped down on its side, its growing size pressed out against her pussy, filling her out to the extreme while slipping out from her lips.

The rising and shouting and screaming orgasm came, suddenly and surprisingly, when the end of Twilight's gigantic tit became stuck between her folds. It swelled at her entrance, nearly too big to slip out, utterly crushing into her tiny clit.

When Luna finally did come off the towering pillar of pink hardness, it was from being ejected off the damn thing. The end lodged between her folds grew too big to be contained by something so tight, squeezing, with a loud PLOP! out from her pussy, sending the poor girl flying in the air.

Luna's mind was in a pleased state of blurs that matched every shade of purple. A great twirling hurricane of blissful ecstasy and mind-numbing euphoria. Her wings didn't even flex while she fell. What was the point? When her back collided against the ground, now bigger and wider than ever before, it was utter plushness that rose across her back and around her sides, the softness trampoline she'd ever felt in her life.

Even when Luna had stopped bouncing, she still laid in place for quite some time, enjoying the feeling of shifting beneath her. Rolling her head to the left, she saw the other peak of Twilight's breast swelling in the air, the once purple mountains now putting the very idea to shame.

Huge. Monolithic. Giant. Those words no lingered sufficed anymore. Even calling Twilight an island of women would be putting her stature to shame. She was indescribable. It didn't matter if Twilight woke up, now, her sleepily gaze setting on her chest—she wouldn't be able to make out the speck of blue against the never-ending expanse of purple.

The wobbly ground of purple tilted into the air, the unease of balance drilling itself into the pits of Luna's stomach. She raised her head from the pillow of rising purple. Everything shifted. Was it due to the spell? Well, what else could be, unless...

Luna's face nearly collapsed into itself. In the great distance from where she laid on the sphere of softness, the massive lids of the giant girl slipped open, the following, timely blinks like a purple sky opening and closing.

The ground lurched at once. Luna was falling before she could even stand. The massive expanse of body lurched itself up, the heavy chest rising with it, sending the tiny girl atop it tumbling downward.

No, no, no! She isn't to awaken yet! The surprise is lost if she discovers her gift now! But what was the point of all that, however, when her tiny body was slipping down the soft slope of Twilight's gigantic breasts? Gah! I have to worry about not perishing here first!

Luna felt her hands dragging down the softness of Twilight fur covered boob, trying desperately to grab at it, to knead at it, to hold onto fur or softness or anything that would prevent her from falling. But there was no such luck. While she slid down, the giant girl rose, the massive chest heaving higher and straighter into the air.

And then Luna slid off the slope of the breast, the warm air rushing past her face and through her hair, the stretching land of purple filling out below her eyes. Then she fell. The front of her body slammed and sunk into the patch of purple skin in the shadow of the two massive boobs. Seconds later, the momentum sprang the tiny Luna back into the air, sending her rolling down Twilight's long, tight, and taut belly.

Above, the goddess rose. Twilight was slowly rising from her best, her heavy breasts smacking into each other with a wet sound, all her slender arms stretched cutely up into the air. With a loud yawn, she sat up proper, vaguely aware of the itch and twitch tumbling down her belly.

But the sleepy girl, with a still, hazy mind, didn't think much about it.

Not good. No good. Not good! Luna watched the expanse of purple rise up behind her, and lower below her, causing the slide to transition into a fall. Ahead, a forest of unkempt, lavender fur rose—accompanied by an overwhelming musky scent of women. S-She doesn't trim her pubic fur! It... may be able to capture me!

A hope, that was short-lived.

When the falling body of Luna came crashing into the purple crop of Twilight's pubic region, the thick, violet tip strand took her impact at once. Twilight's musky scent imbued itself in them. They parted underneath Luna's falling weight, slowing her descent, but unable to stop it.

Luna reached out in the air, hoping to grab anything, but once more, holding nothing as her body slipped through Twilight's private bush. She went shooting over the slope of the massive crotch, seeing, only for a few seconds, two protruding walls, soft and squishy, that were Twilight's mounds. They rose outward, coming to stretch and meet in the center, pressing cutely and tightly together in the middle.

Luna fell away from the sight far faster than what she would have liked. Instead, her plump ass struck into the mattress just below, a niche made from between Twilight's legs. The tiny girl had bounced in place on the sheet, feeling it rise and drop, over and over until, finally, all became still.

While Luna slowly rose back to her feet, holding her head and stumbling in place, when she finally did stand, she did so with her head tilted back. But the sight before her was too massive to describe. No matter how many steps she took backward, or even if she laid down on her back, Luna would not be able to see all the way to the top of the monolithic girl.

Buildings and towers and even castles at nothing on the shy girl.

“Oooooooh, I should not be awake right now.” The sleepy voice above murmured, following by the lazy smacking of lips. On either side of Luna, the thick, purple thighs slid closer together. “Glass of water. Then sleep.”

The springs of the bed creaked as the giant started to rise. She was going to get off the bed! While the world rocked around her in response to this, Luna crossed her arms and shook her head, eyes nearly closing together in frustration. This is what I get for not casting a sleeping spell before a shrinking spell... not that there's much point to worrying about that now.

Luna didn't want to be left alone on this bed while her goddess left, forced to wait, much like on the moon again, until her source of warmth and love returned. That would not be happening a second time. Luna wanted to go with Twilight everywhere, even if that meant being stuffed in her panties and never checked on again.

But Twilight wasn't wearing panties. She slept in the full nude! Something, when all this began, Luna was glad for. But if she wanted to hitch a ride on the giant girl, then she would need to find a place that would be as secure as hiding away in clothing.

Twilight's pussy loomed above, tight and clean and perfect, inches off from the bed which, of course, would take more than a few minutes for Luna to climb toward. Shaking her head, she glanced left and right, at the closing, purple and plush walls.

If I couldn't hold her breasts while she sat up, what gives me cause to think I could ever hope to hold onto her thighs? Luna sighed, nearly growled at herself. Time was beating by too quickly, and the same was true of her massive lover. I would be knocked off by the first rising of her leg.

The massive underside of the giant girl slid forward on the sheet, causing the ground to quake. The sheets to wrinkled, and the supple cheeks of Twilight's rump to presented themselves to Luna. They were thick and round and pressing deliciously tightly against each other, the mass flattening slightly onto the mattress, though this was due to their heavy, crushing weight.

I may never have been able to hold onto her breasts, Luna thought to herself while her feet walked toward the wake of the massive cheeks, not caring for the indention they made in the bed from their sheer weight, but if her breasts held onto me, then everything would be fine. She came to a pause below the underside of the thick, supple cheeks, a wave of heat warming her skin that they somehow exuded.

Then the cascades of groans from above ceased, and the shuffling of sheets resumed, meaning that time, finally, had run out. But since this is under Twilight, then her ass simply holding me may not be enough. If I hope to endure her walk, then I may... need to go in deep.

Luna didn't have time to invent any more reasons or excuses for her choice. The only thing she could do now was follow it to the best of her ability. It loomed before her, both welcoming and threatening at once. A grand imposing fissure that stretched for miles between lavender mountains. Its size spanned far beyond the reach of Luna's imagination, black as pitch and yet it was possibly one of the most beautiful things Luna had ever seen. Coming to the opening crack of Twilight's behind, Luna placed a hand on either cheek, enjoying the warmth that flushed from the fur and skin—even more so when her meager strength spread the flanks enough to create an entry.

“If you don't get out of bed now,” came the booming but echoing voice of Twilight from somewhere beyond and above, reverberated slightly through the cheeks of her ass, “then you'll just lie here and hate yourself for not getting up. So get uuuuuuuup.”

Luna froze while the titanic body moved. Without warning, the twin cheeks rolled forward, tons and tons of purple dough crashing down on either side of her, shooting the miniature—but not before giving her a chance to gulp—deep into the crack of her butt.

Which, of course, Twilight then scratched at.

“Nnngh. Something feels different down there.” Twilight's voice came muffled from between the cheeks of her ass. “Ugh. What am I even saying right now? Water then bed.” The world rose and fell, swirled then became still, a tightness of air constraining Luna's lungs. “Deal with an itchy butt tomorrow.”