The Lucky Star in the Setting Sunset

~ V ~

Chest to Heart

It'd been the jostle and bustle that Lucky preferred over the usual definition of those words. Crashing waves of great weight smashed and smacked and slapped into her form in their warm, doughy, and delightful feel. Always heated across the skin as the texture was a smoothness asking to be cuddled. Too bad it rolled across utter mountains immense in their softness.

Lucky had been, to her strange pleasure, deposited within the sunny cleavage of Adagio. High above loomed the zipper half-done, allowing light to filter into the chasm of boobs, the broad collar bone just above—the titanic throat beyond it. Squinting made it possible to see the underside of the giant's chin. Her face blurred into the sky as she carried on with her regular school day.

Forgoing to wear a bra, of course, to ensure a more eventful ride for her passenger.

Lucky had sunk into the pre-heated slit of the globes as the tight walls pinned against shoulders. One would rise high and crash down over her, forcing her to drop into the opposing wall, the fall of the beast always heavy, the resulting bounce and jiggle, a force, rubbing her vertically, vibrating in place.

Then the other would rise inside the darkness, tossing her back into the curve of the other wall, the flesh impressing around her as the orb itself devoured it. The light scent of scent intermixed with lavender perfume. Those boobs would hold her tight and never let go, each jostle, high rises and deep falls, crashing bounces and vibrating jiggles—each would submerge the tiny girl deeper into the rack.

Adagio wasn't without her perchance for playing these sexy games. Her cheeks were flushed in a blush at the tiny completely dominated by the smacking of her boobs. Losing the bra left for a more intense ride. But it also meant Lucky's support was non-existent for, even though the sides of those walls curved around her...

They didn't ensure, fully, Lucky wouldn't fall.

Rather if the boobs continued to bounce and jostle as they were, a light jog added in, here and there, to render them a smacking fit off the other—causing the small girl to be thrown left and right, smacked around, as the soft mountains came to play—then Lucky would sink too deeply into their depths.

And fall out the other side.

Lucky gasped in slipping further into the cleavage. The pocket of plushness above, no longer separated by her body, closed into itself as the clumps of canary compressed into each other. Those massive mammaries ground into each other, absolutely pinning the girl in place, the whole of this mass concentrated in this grinding.

Yet the girl was in love. It was in joy her hands shot upward into the softness, enough of it clumped around her, filling into her waist and providing grounding for her feet, that she split the ceiling apart. Her meagre fingers could hold the boobs apart by an iota of their total size. Just a tiny enough crack for her to crawl through.

Lucky had to wiggle through the crashing walls, one pushing into the other, the order switching, both of them always pressing, crushing, craving to lock the girl in a complete pin in-between them. Yet as the waves continued to wash over her, she rode over each sunny smack, the slaps of vast sloped dough.

It wasn't long until Lucky's hand broke through the cleavage and reached for the air. It smacked around, each strike on the curved surface quivering the momentum away in inch far jiggles. Her other hand reached out, one pushing down on each top. Pressing down sunk them inches into the plushness as it bunched up around them, another easily swallowed, one requiring inches more until finding purchase on the ridiculously soft bust.

Lucky's head surface with a gasp inhaling oxygen than the air of lightly-sweaty boobs. Her body rested on the right breast, riding it limply like a raft, up and down, enduring the resulting jiggles. It took seconds to feel a weight on her back. An invisible one. The feeling of gigantic eyes placed upon her.

"You seem to be enjoying don't wear a bra day this afternoon." Beyond the valley of the zipper overhead loomed the face of the giant in-between it. Head tilted down, slightly, with Adagio's face all-consuming. "You look very cute struggling against my girls. Must admit... it's a turn on. Smacking you around by walking? Forced to keep crawling up my bust as my boobs keep knocking you down? Very good feeling to start a power trip."

Lucky planted her face into the surface of the mountain, feeling it sink inches in due to how crazily soft it was. Heated skin tinged across her face as the dough meshed across the rest of her body. It was heaven and yet she pretended it was less than that. "Ah dear."

"Your sense of wit isn't effective on those knowing their power." Adagio's grin stretched across the sky via its size alone, yet, nothing was intimidating surged from it. "I'm sure an indulgence of pleasure from how my sexuality dominates you is hardly a fate you detest."

"Well..."

"If you so desire it—there is space in my purse?"

"I..."

"You want to keep getting knocked around by the duo, don't you?"

"Don't tell Sunset?"

"She'd get jealous for sure." Adagio giggled. "But she picked a good choice of girl. Hills will appear like mountains to the small."

"She doesn't have hills."

"Maybe." Another laugh. "But her mountains are nothing compared to these babies."

Adagio's broad shoulders lifted in the distance as the feeling of something loomed at the sides of the sweater, a sense proven true as the palms of large hands came through the dense, surrounding fabric. The pressure on Lucky's sides intensified as she arched up, usually kicking her feet, the top of the breasts, squeezed upward, falling over her. Seconds she was submerged.

And seconds later, the sea relaxed, letting her fall back onto the boob.

"Do try to pay yourself a favour and allow yourself to enjoy it." Adagio's finger passed over the zipper, pointed down, the tip of the finger now a miniature hill above. It drew toward the girl as she gazed up to see it. "No lying to yourself or being shameful. Today will be our last day together. You'll need to get all the practice you need to impress that Sunset of course."

That finger poised above her head and, granting a second breath, slammed into the tiny. It drove her feet into the bosom as the golden cleavage happily swallowed its prey again. As the finger drew out from the depths, the sunny walls were pushed away but, as it freed itself, the waves of yellow washed over the space again. Nothing but a long slit of softness. The only impression of the girl tucked deeply within... were the faint jiggle not even breaking the surface.

"Plus you'll never have puppies as big as mine to play with again!" Adagio patted her chest to straighten out, much like the pats to her tummy after swallowing a morsel. Cheekily, however, she smacked her breasts, a collapsing clapping match between them. "So enjoy yourself. Last days should drink up as much as they can. Just... don't leave too much of a mess in there.

The day was long and hard and, for whatever strange reason, Lucky was thankful for not being born a guy. Spending the day in that cleavage had been fantastic from enduring the bouncy walks to enjoying herself in periods of class time. Sunny mountains were stationary during such still events and, as such, she could crawl around, getting a feeling for their mass, finding all the different places she'd like to be pinned.

Adagio never let her rest easy. She couldn't flatly touch herself during class and much less with so many wandering eyes. There'd already been enough guys—and girls, too, if the one inside her top was to be judged—eyeing her mammaries. Finding ways to hide the wiggling bulge across her sweater, pinned by the expanse of boob and the thickness of the fabric, rendered for both a delightful sigh and a great feeling.

Whenever the tiny girl would reach the sides of the boobs to the thickest portion of their swell, the giant found a reason to cross her arms, crushing the tiny into their shape. It'd be enough to cause her into stillness. Sometimes, however, Lucky found an escape, the tickles continuing again, the sensitive kind, sparking giggles and pleasure, one tinged on the other.

The highlight had been the held back trick. Adagio waited for the girl to dare to crawl on the underside of the sweater, where the boobs filled out—but didn't stretch the material like her sides had done. Lucky crawled underneath the orbs, their weight atop her, an impression of massiveness without the full scale of the real thing.

And just as she reached directly underneath the right mountain, the giant had smiled, lowering her chest to the desk, leaning over it as her arms folded over it, resting her chin on her wrist. Her massive breasts rolled across the wooden surface. They flattened over it, their lemon softness, spilling and spreading, utterly submerging the tiny in the greatest amount of delightful fat ever to be felt.

How did it look and feel to her? To be trapped inside the cotton of the sweater as it was mostly dark save for the faint light that filtered through? Having an impression of the size of those sunny globes as their mass was beyond scale. Always lurking with their fullness within the tight confines. Now raising and dropping over Lucky's minuscule body, crashing and spreading out, blanketing the body in utter heat, a heavy ceiling that, upon trying to be lifted—the hand only sunk into its plushness.

"My chest got you on that one."

Until the tiny started to wiggle and the giant began to giggle.

Until the classes were done and the show, the battle of the bands, was set to go on.

The Sirens had amassed in the locker from before set to go on, each of the titanic members immersed in the contents of their lockers, some more bent over than others. Lucky had been placed on the wide expanse of wood being the bench behind all the cabinets.

And the towering ladies.

It was hard to build the room into context for the sake of how vast the locker room was. Lucky sat back on the lane of wood, a crack in-between each, thick enough to fall through. Vibrations were continuous beneath her bottom as the giants stepped around. Each dressed in nothing but bra and panties.

Across the stretching landscape of marble tiles paved the grounding for the giants. Faraway in the blurry and nearly foggy distance, one of the titans reached to the sky, half of her body bent inside the chasm of a dim locker. The hue of her blue was still easily seen—among other things.

Sonata stuck out her ass as it occupied where clouds loomed. Each cheek stretched out dense violet fibres of her clinging underwear. Curved hills pronounced in their shape and defined by hugging panties. Each bob of her butt caused the pair to mush together, deliciously sliding over the other, the cavern in-between begging to be explored.

Thunderous footsteps crashed to the side. Lucky glanced over to the other locker set vistas away; Aria bent forward as the mass of her bust did the same. Violet mounds smacking into each other as the slit in-between teased to the dusky wonders tucked deeply within. Bubble-gum nipples acted as towering peaks asking to be climbed like a tree.

Lucky's breath was taken as this colossal woman was so focused on changing, so immersed in the act, not detecting the tiny beyond turned on from clothes being put on. Aria slid the underwear up her legs, across the subtle thickness of her thighs, allowing it to become snug over her crotch and butt. Letting the waistband go, it snapped, a terrific sound of elastic, the mounds of her pussy stretching the fabric.

Without knowing why, that monolithic groin rocked back in form, like it was riding the feeling of the panties, how it clung to her pussy, rubbing into it, bunching it all together. It was a sensation lasting seconds, but the rolling of the hips allowed the feeling to linger.

Then hands came to rest on those same hips as swayed left and ride, those fingers searching up and down, feeling out the slope, the dive, the slenderness of her body. Lucky was finding it increasingly harder to not shove a hand down her pants and thrust herself off to this gigantic woman not knowing the intense power of sexiness she currently held.

Watching and watching those hands feeling up and down, sliding over those hips and their curve. Sometimes crossing over the taut expanse of her tummy, the hints of muscles there, firm as they flexed, teasing a more enormous cavern of a stomach to reside within should these dirty sisters decide to take turns in being Lucky's prisons.

But then the giant turned around as her ass consumed the horizon itself. Bubbly cheeks were too easy on the jiggle as the caramel underwear had caught halfway on a cheek. The thickest swell of its underside was exposed as a palm cupped it, delicately, allowing the different kind of weight, a new sense of dough, composed into the form.

A finger then dug between the cheek and the underwear, taking hold and tugging down on it, hiding the greatness of the rounded hill behind the veil of velvet. It snapped around the slop leading downward. All Lucky could do was see herself pinned between the bottom part of that tush where the underwear would be its tightest.

Lucky—despite her words and character—was never that lucky around the ladies. Casual flirting earned smiles and kisses and the occasional hug of boobie delight... but she'd never actually scored. Talking about being in these kinds of situations was easy, of course, and she'd easily take someone up on the offer.

But a part of her never expected her to wind up like this. To be in the room as three towering women, the sexiest in the school, outright changed before her. They didn't care for her eyes as they didn't view as much of anything. Even that show with the wiggling hips, searching hands, and heavy crotch outlined against panties had been to tease her.

In a way different from the few awkward times with Sunset.

Everything these sirens did, they did so to demonstrate power, to expose and express all they possessed. They were hot and, even more dangerous, they knew it and how to use it. Those panties were worn tighter for a reason.

To show how easily the tiny girl would be gobbled up by the underwear, utterly nothing in comparison to the sky-scraper like pussy. Mounds that bulged her into the material until being slipped into their lips. Easily swallowed into a cavern of a cunt, larger than vaults and higher than tunnels, living and undulating, enjoying its latest meal.

Or how each of their magnificent asses could easily consume her to the depths of their cheeks, or how the expanse of each could pin her into their centers, further cursed as they sat down, rolled over by flattening tush.

They meant nothing too extreme about it, but unlike Sunset, it wouldn't be done for the same care or understanding for her. It was done for their amusement and for her teasing. Were it Sunset, they'd do it for they both got off to it. They wanted the other to enjoy themselves as much as possible and, because of that, the experience would be beyond blissful.

Out of all the underwear to be tossed down... out of all the cleavages to be stuffed within... out of all the pussies to be trapped inside and devoured inside of... Sunset, Sunset, Sunset was the girl she wanted all of the above with.

For Sunset was her first caring predator, after all.

"Enjoying yourself down there?"

Lucky was sitting back as the overpowering voice returned her to reality. It took seconds to realize the lamp above was no longer casting light. Blinking from within the shadows, the tiny watched forward, seeing the towering mass of twin legs between the bench. Seconds later, they bent, the giant starting to crouch, the expanse of an open-top looming before the surface, the head of Adagio hovering above.

"And here I thought I'd finally catch you with a hand down your pants." The giant tilted her head and smiled, her shoulders lifting, those arms at the sides curving underneath the presented bust. Crossing underneath it, her vast forearms pushed up, lifting the mountains as some of their size draped to the side. "Been calling you for the last little while. What were you doing? Imagining how it would be like inside of Aria's underwear?"

The girl in question turned from the side, smiling from high above, stalking over to the bench. Each step quaked the world as the tiny clenched her stomach to keep still. The giant lowered the face of her crotch before the bench—exposing how the material dug into the divot of her damp slit. "Little perv. Would you like to go inside? Having a tiny girl pinned against my pussy would make one heck of a good luck charm."

And the giant hadn't been joking, either, as her thumb reached the waistband of the underwear. The giant lowered until the band was level with the ground of the bench. Tugging out the elastic, the dim interior was exposed, the rich darkness to the caramel slope of the panties. Forest of pubic fuzz covered the expanse of groin nearly like a crop. Those mounds were massive in their arch, ends unable to be seen due to the dark. The slit peeked out with a clit still retreated.

"Big sister says we can't toss you into these kinds of places—even though you'd apparently like that." Aria giggled as she continued to hold out her underwear, the expanse of her belly reaching to the sky—one blocked behind fat breasts. Her head loomed and peeked far above them, grinning, too blurry to be seen rightly. "All it takes is a few steps to cast yourself inside my panties! Doesn't it get you off! Knowing I'm towering above you, looking down, waiting for you pelt the inside of my underwear!"

Lucky was stepping toward it, almost like a trance, until there was another voice. "Don't be silly! Big sister has probably had her stuck against her sweaty pussy for the last week! What Lucky wants is a good time with a fat behind!"

The tiny stopped and looked to the left, seeing the other giant approach, smiling as she did so, entering a spin without losing a step. Her bubbly ass of light blue arched out before crashing on the bench, rocking it with reverberations, the impact nearly rocketing the tiny.

"I saw how you were looking at my sister's butt! But you don't just want to fall—you want to climb in! Fight against panties and booty to lodge yourself deeply into a derriere!" Sonata wiggled her bottom across the bench, its fatness rolling over, flattening, compression of softness given release. The massive bubble drew ever closer and Lucky was at once scared—and aroused—at being run over. "I wouldn't mind having you crawling and tickling all over my butt during the show! You can climb in now if you like. Just push against the underwear and work your way against my swell. You can do it!"

Lucky stepped back from the three at all the offers presented. Before she was the expanse of cleavage and boobs easily set to devour her. To the right were the opened panties of the giant girl eying her. Waiting for her to tumble inside some underwear as the elastic would snap over her.

And then was the butt, so large and so vast, a fight across a cheek to wound within a humiliating place of greatness. All of them were great places to explore but, in knowing her intent, at the end, was to be saved... gave up on her dreams.

"It's been my dream as a bachelor to explore all wonderful places on a lady only a micro girl can explore." Lucky sighed as she gazed up to the giant on the right. "Aria... it would have been an honour to be pinned against her pussy and forced to scramble around your panties. Finding back those tight mounds would have been a joy."

She then turned to the presented ass. "And Sonata... you have an ass of perfection. It's like everything great about you found its way into your bottom. It's the perfect amount of softness and firmness and bigness. Getting sat on by that thing would have been a wonderful way to go."

Lucky turned her gaze to the giant before her, Adagio, walking toward the opening of the outfit. She neared the edge where the plunge into cleavage would be required. "But sadly you found me after my heart was taken. There is only one bottom, one pussy, and one girl I want to be devoured by. So I must decline the greatness all three of you have in those one areas to be with the one I love the most."

Adagio laughed as the waves of her breasts crashed. "You're not prone to moments of seriousness often."

"Not in the slightest." Lucky cast her foot over the edge of the bench, not caring to look down, instead focusing on the face above. The boobs downstairs were already pushed up to cushion her fall. "But proper dialogue isn't for me. I talk as I feel and that's all there is to it. I am me, and that's good enough for me."

"And Sunset." Adagio playfully rolled her eyes. "Now get devoured by some tits."

Lucky took the step forward and fell, seeing the rise of the outfit in the distance, light becoming dark, crashing winds suddenly warm. Her heroic fall, watched by all, was ruined as she landed face-first into the cleavage. Half of her body stuck out from the cleft, her legs kicking around, pelting the surface of the boobs with tickles.

One more, a finger pushed her in, deeply so, before the giant rose; Adagio figured the tiny would adjust herself as they got a move on. It teased her about knowing a miniature world existed between her boobs. That another was fighting to become straight as she simply walked.

And with that, after all became dressed, the show was on.

Hearing the show had been harder through the outfit containing Lucky. Distantly, the strums of guitars battled against each other. Voice against voice. Lyrics fighting each other. Magic and power had whipped the scene into an otherworldly state between the foes.

On the other side of the battlefield, however, stood Sunset Shimmer at the ready to save her friend. Reaching the climax of the scene, and leading the large as the band stood behind her, all joined for a common cause... their strength was enough to do away with the sirens.

Each one of the girls was awash in a glow of their own colours, each building and connecting into the other, powered by the spirit of their playing. Everything invested in the song was doubled into the stream of power between them. Slowly they were lifted off the ground as the song neared its end. The buzzing energy sought its release.

The sirens had gathered as the magic of their call compounded into their own spell. Two beams shot at the ending of their songs. Two sides, two verses, one victory. Magic crashed and clashed for power as the effort and energy invested in their songs would dictate the winner of this one.

And the Siren's call faltered before the genuineness of the music and the lyrics of the other's band song. All three of them huddled together as the beam struck them, striking them back and, from the impact, a little one flew.

Sunset stood on the field as the grass billowed with the breeze. Her shoulders tensed in awaiting the next move, whatever act would come next, the sirens known for always having another card up their sleeve. But she gasped at seeing the dot arch through the air. Thundering heart to racing legs to cupped palms.

Beat. Break. Beat. Break. Beat.

Something pelted her skin and rolled across it, the body of a tiny who lay on her back, gazing up, a hand over her chest. Her panicked eyes settled on the sky, which was obscured by the mass of Sunset's face.

Lucky coughed a giggle. "Y'know... if ya got to keep some wings... you'd be my guardian angel."

Sunset's head rolled sweetly to the side as her eyes did precisely the same. "Even after all this time, and all that trouble, you haven't changed, have ya?"

"Got to see some massive girls changing." Lucky nodded while bearing a serious expression. "That was pretty good." She tilted her head. "Does that count?"

"You're damn right it does." Sunset didn't bother to hold herself back as the tension of weeks had finally been released. Sleeps nights alone on her bed, without a friend, wondering about all the horribleness that the tiny girl had to endure because of her. "But I... I think... we shouldn't be friends anymore."

Lucky's head reeled back and sunk into the heated sands of the palm—all while squinting an eye. "And why the hell is that? I didn't peek too much! Do you know what I went through because of you!?"

"That's exactly it!" Sunset's tone was without the whimsical sound of Lucky's. "You were kidnapped and held against your will by three giants, simply because you were my friend! Trapped inside my stomach... losing friends because you kept with me..." There was a massive turning in Lucky's stomach as Sunset fell to her knees—still cupping her hands. "It's always trouble with me. I-I never mean it. But it always happens. And you brunt the worst of it for no good reason!"

"Woah woah whoa! Now what the heck are you going on about now?" Lucky sat up on the palm and backed away a bit, at least, until she could lean on a curled finger. She waved her hands. "I was just talking about those fine ladies you blasted! Could you believe what they offered me? I could stay anywhere on there bodies! Front of their underwear. The back. Whole nice as the landscapes as their bodes went."

Sunset blinked away her tears and sniffled. "W-Wait. You weren't... referring to the horribleness... b-being around me has put you through?"

"You kiddin'? I have to go through all this B and S weekly!" Lucky slumped her shoulders. "At least it feels like there's more of a purpose to it all now, y' know, cuz I get to be around you! And I was joking about the other thing." She bobbed her head around. "Okay. Actually, if it weren't for you—I would have gone for that."

Sunset only gazed at the tiny girl at her palm, who could so easily be crushed or dominated, and yet, felt like she held all the power here. Unable to still the haze in her mind, the giant shook her head, deciding to give up. "You make me so wonderfully confused sometimes."

And then she leaned in for a kiss, enveloping the back of her palm with her lips, smoothly rolling over the tiny. Little beating hands and feet smacked against it and, at once, she pulled away. Her cheeks blushed and her chest hyperventilated. "S-Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to... I mean I thought that... I..."

"Why'd you stop!?" Lucky continued to lie back as she splayed herself, arms and legs wide from each other. "I was just getting comfy for the big 'ol smooch! You're not exactly going to feel my lips on the return."

Sunset smiled as she dove back into the kiss, feeling those arms wrap around her top lip, sensing those legs clumping the firmness of her bottom, a face happily tucking itself in-between the two. Inexperience and inexperience allowed for both to enjoy horrible first kisses without knowing of all the improvements that are to come.

After a few seconds, the giant face of Sunset pulled away, smiling, before bringing the palms against her chest. She hugged the tiny against her heart, but to Lucky, the padding of the top, matched by the firmness of the bra, all but accentuated the breasts underneath.

They were firmer and rounder than the ones of her previous captor and, though having them be outright big was nice... there was something special about Sunset's rack. She snuggled against the clothing and glanced behind her. In the distance was where Adagio stood, along with her trio, brushing herself off.

The two entered eye-contact.

Adagio grinned. With a nudge of her head, her expression showed that she understood, being defeated but not terribly wounded by this fact. With two fingers waving away from her forehead, that was her way of wishing the small one well.

And perhaps meeting again.

The trio gave a turn and started to leave and, when Sunset made to chase after them, the squeak of a voice stopped her. She gazed down at her bosom to see the tiny snuggled—adorably—over the curve of her breast. Keeping her there, cupping her frame, knowing the bigness of her frame was enough to protect this perfect girl—it empowered Sunset with a sense of something.

Of being woman enough to protect her girl.

"Hey Sunset?"

"Yeah?"

"So we're girlfriend and girlfriend now, right?"

"I'd like to think so, yeah."

"And you're cool with having an inch-tall girl that can't, y' know, do the usual stuff girlfriends do?"

"Only if you promise to do all the unusual stuff a normal girlfriend doesn't do."

"Is that you talking... or the thirst of your panties speaking to me?"

"Already trying to get into my underwear? Don't know what those girls offered you so quickly—but I'm classier than that."

"Says the girl who gobbled me before the first date."

"Give me a first date and maybe you can crawl from my behind to my front."

"...uh...girls? We're, um, still here..."

Sunset nearly hid the tiny in her underwear all to distance her shame.

"Sunset's finally getting laid? Good stuff."

"Giiiiirls!"