In the Stomach of Her Mothers

~ I ~

A Different Kind of Intimacy

Never had there been a bed like this before. Warm and soft and sinking inches deeper than it should. There seemed to be a divide in it, tightly filled by softness, still able to swallow, but having only done so to a certain degree.

Lucky fluttered her eyes opened to an uncommon view. On either side were the curves of mountains compressed onto themselves. Loose on the eye and jostling inches to the sides at every upward push from something far below. Just where had the girl chosen to fall asleep?

“Well hello there.”

The shadow passed over the valley as the face hovered into view, bloating out the light, casting darkness with ease. Celestia smirked at catching her daughter trapped in such a place. That place became easily recognized at the distant moan of the one who possessed her.

Lucky rolled onto her stomach inside the soft trench. Gazing across it revealed the slit running across. Far in the distance and enshrouded in haze was the massive underside of Luna's upturned jaw. Still she was asleep, breathing slowly, inhaling causing the land to dive and mountains to fall in, exhaling spreading them.

So all of this around me is... b-boob then.

Her cheek pressed into one of the heated walls, the kind that baked upon the skin, a nuzzle into the flesh as it wobbled in response. Despite its immensity, the mountain of midnight pudding was still broad in its softness, the surrounding area shaking in response.

“Mmmhmm... hmmm... what a treat to wake up to.”

Suddenly something fished into the cleavage and, before she could turn to look, a pair of fingertips clamped her sides. Lucky was pulled from the gap between the breasts, easily slipped out from their hold—having been buried inches into their depths.

“Getting to sleep in a girl's chest.” Held into the air as a palm flew into the view below, the fingers deposited her, standing, onto the platform. “What I wouldn't do to be you. Sleeping between a soft rack. Soft and warm and pleasant air. It's a bedroom and a mattress and a blanket simultaneously.”

Standing at the center of the platform revealed two heads on either side, each blurred in their size despite their proximity. Both mothers leaned in closer as their lips grew larger. Intent sprinkled within their eyes. “Sister please. You're being too hard on our daughter. What are mothers supposed to do first thing in the morning?”

“You speak the truth.”

Before anything could be comprehended, the structures blurred and phased into existence, titanic lips crashing into her. Every inch was enveloped as the pressure of the kisses lifted her inches from the ground. Suddenly they had come and as suddenly they had pulled away.

Lucky stumbled as her feet touched into the skin again. Wobbling in place as trembled broke across the surface—born from the afar giantess scooting across the bed. Celestia reached her end and came to stand, placing her hands on her ass, sinking into each cheek, pushing forward into them upon entering a stretch.

It was like a distant and blurry and monolithic tower of femininity bending before her. Lucky blushed at how the loose pyjamas still hugged her curves despite how baggy they were. Thighs teased and a butt no doubt firmly plump. The lazy sense of sexiness suited Celestia well.

“U-Um.” Lucky cleared her throat and, even though miles separated her from the standing giant, Celestia had looked over her shoulder. Voluminous hair covered most of her face with the exception of that all-knowing eye. “Question for you two. Did we, y'know, figure out the bathing arrangements for me?”

And soon a grin touched underneath that distant eye.

Lucky found herself wiggling and not meaning to do so, her body slid and pressed into the warm crevice of the snowy cleavage—the vast tops like snow-covered ground. In the distance rose clouds of steam as waterfalls condensed in droplets crashed endlessly upon the scene.

There wasn't a sense of truly being trapped. Celestia had picked her up and tucked her between the greatness of her breasts, walking into the shower, possessing no shame. These sisters were open with their nudeness and sexuality. Lucky hoped the same of herself.

“Enjoying yourself little one?”

Lucky was forced to lean back into the slit, craning her neck to look up, seeing the great yet delicate chin of Celestia. Her majestic hair draped over an eye as water matted the skin of her face. Always with that grin was how she looked at the tiny stuck in-between her boobs.

“V-Very much so.”

Water pelted across the tops of the breasts and some droplets survived the impact. They caused the area to be slick and others slid into the depths of the cleft. Even a small puddle formed in the niche holding the tiny, a miniature bath, the water already warm. It cleaned Lucky in a way unexpected.

Even though they couldn't be seen, she knew an arm was holding the mass of the chest, holding the twins together, pronouncing them, allowing greater stability for her. Celestia held her boobs as she proceeded to shower like normal. Or as normal as having a tiny wedged into her cleavage.

Thank whatever possible entity watching over this world for making me a girl... or else having a boner right now would make all of this so much more awkward.

Struggling into the walls forced the condensed softness to twist as well, soon allowing Lucky's arms to shoot into freedom. Coming to rest them on the rise of both walls, she then scooped the water surrounding her. Her body was already underneath the surface, washed, but now she cupped the water and rinsed it through her hair.

There was something dirty about all of this though. Tucked inside the cleavage of her mother as she held her boobs together, coming to periodically squeeze them, the walls closing in, grinding, drowning Lucky in plushness. All while Celestia's head hovered in the sky, enjoying a normal shower, not minding any of this.

Maybe she was glad to have another so dependent on her body.

Everything changed as the light above blotted once more. Slender pillars of fingers, pointing down like hovering towers, came and pressed into the cleavage. Spreading the alabaster clumps and holding them back, the tips gently pushed on Lucky, slipping her out from the cleavage.

Until she was dangled by an arm before the greatness of the goddess's face. “I hope you don't mind, little one, but mommy needs both hands to wash herself.” She leaned in and took the tiny between her lips, a flick of the tongue to Lucky's underside—a jolt of love striking throughout. “But seeing how intimate you already are with your moms... I'm sure this is a show you won't mind at all.”

The delicate crane pulled her into a turn around the giantess. Lucky looked afar and above to see the round and snowy mountains that were her home a mere seconds ago. Steam billowed and its wispy appearance obscured the side of the titan. It teased the tightness of the hips, the plushness of that ass, each cheek a perfect curvature, their cleft a greater firmness than the plush cleavage above.

In the distance behind Lucky appeared a metal cage, one hooked to the sprawling wall, and in the passing seconds, the fingers dropped her onto the soap rack. Her feet splashed into the lane of water, which reached her ankles, while she looked to the towering woman in the shower.

Soon the titan entered a turn having squirted whatever into her hands. High in the sky revealed her head leaning back into the showerhead, one dispensing endless and thick waterfalls, not even their greatness enough for the giantess. Her eye closed as her hands found themselves on her breasts.

N-No way. Is she going to do this with me here?

With a neck craned all the way back was how she watched the scene, watching those hands come to the front of that gigantic bust, seeing them press inwards into the condescension of squish. Pushing and squishing as boobs filled and became pronounced at the sides.

The hands fell away and the boobs wobbled forward in their freedom, the palms having slipped to their underside, searching across, casting foam onto the sky of white, foam arising. Fingers searched upward to the sides, allowing the flesh to slip in-between their gaps, light kneads to low moans. Soon her fingers curved over as much as the titanic shape as possible, squeezing, electing low roars from the girl.

Lucky stepped back and did so again, one foot catching on the other as she fell, never stopping from looking up. Those hands had dipped into the tightness of the cleavage and zoomed across it. Little returns to the sides to press the twins together. Easily they lifted and hard did they drop. Wetness jiggling throughout their shape.

And then the hands went searching downward like a dancer exploring her body before a pole. Celesta danced in place with the light tapping of her feet, swinging her hips to the light swaying of her chest, the wet smacking a delicious sound.

Something unexpected happened in the fog as the female titan leaned forward, the sprawling landscape of her back lower, forming the greatness of a bridge. Out from the thick fog below, breaking the surface, were the white hills of plushness.

Celestia's butt consumed the scene as its greatness couldn't be underestimated. Bearing the perfect amount of plushness without lending itself to fatness, it wobbles and jostles rarely, something due to its firmness. Each cheek curved far greater than any rolling hill. The giant hips caused them to wobble into the other, a light smack to a tiny jiggle, the offering of a show to the little one.

Two hands appeared out from the steam as the rest of the giantess could not be seen, each smacking onto a cheek, the sound a pleasant clap, one followed by a moan rumbling throughout the walls. Fingers dug into the tush to show the lightness of the give in each cheek. That was before the palm traced over, soaping the skin, each swipe a dive inward, teasing the dusky cleft of that monolithic and proportional ass.

“Mmhmm... Lucky?”

Lucky sat on her ass with her feet propped forward, coming to lean on her hands behind her, unsure no more of right and wrong. This wasn't a normal family with the usual set of morals and ethics. Yet something felt wrong about watching a mother wash the greatness of her body. “Y-yes mom?”

“Have you been washing up as well?” Both hands on the cheeks inched toward the craving between, parting the valley, smooth dough, utterly warm, composing it. “My boobs still have left-over soap on them. If you'd like—I could use them to do the same for you.”

Fuck.

“I... uh... um... think I'll pass.”

Giggles dropped like bombs as the plush backside arched down and forward again. In the rising steam was the return of the mother rising higher above it. “Alrighty then. I can understand if you're still a bit nervous. Let me get you something for your hair.”

Fuck me.

“How did you two enjoy your shower?”

Lucky wanted to respond with a fist to her face as the milky terrace—Celestia's palm—became level with the side of the table. Warm and squishy flesh changed to hard and cracked wood beneath her feet. Behind and above came the wink of Celestia as she returned to her proper height.

“It was... something different alright.”

On the other side of the stretching table, the sisters sat together, dull thuds sounding like thunder. Both laughed at hearing the answer. Despite the blush, Lucky laughed as well. This would only be another hurdle to overcome.

Lucky had come to sit at the center of the table where, to the faintest sense of irony, another table, miniature as to be normal, was set. Sitting there and devouring the pieces of pancakes on her plate, she glanced left and right, Luna and Celestia, the round, marble columns before them nothing more than cups of coffee.

Yet the shadows they cast were enough to cover a park.

Lucky tossed the final bite of the pancake into her mouth, chewing before swallowing, saddened by the end being shy of being enough. The past few days had required plenty of her. Not much had she in the way of food.

“What's the matter?” Luna's voice floated over the clouds and, in turning, Lucky faced the seated woman. With her head tilted, Luna pushed her plate forward, an easy offering. “Not enough? Have some of mine.”

Lucky pushed out from the table and stood from her chair, coming to round them both, near the edge of the block both had been set upon. Gazing up allowed her to state into the hovering face of Luna. “You sure that's okay?”

“Take freely from my breakfast.” Luna smiled. “You don't consume enough for it ever to be a problem.”

Lucky nodded. “Guess that makes sense.”

The journey had been a short one and the hardest part was making it to the outer-saucer of the plate. Luna and Celestia had turned to each other and began to speak, school and work with a dash of politics. Lucky hopped a few more times before her hands caught the upward curve of the plate, a small pull and then a hoist, reaching high enough to roll onto the plate.

And into the sludge of maple syrup.

Ack. Oh, c'mon! So much for the shower! Lucky sat on the concentration of syrup, looking to her side. Cut bits of pancakes laid there in waiting. Grabbing one by the hand, she dipped it into the puddle, lathering it fully. Oh well. At least I don't have to worry about getting sticky. I can go all out with these.

Taking them piece by piece, dipping and eating, the warmth of each composing her stomach. Beyond the plate loomed the blurry and talking giants. Was this how life was supposed to be? All around the table, sharing breakfast, talking, enjoying what one had before the day truly began?

Lucky tossed the final bite into her mouth and devoured it whole. Looking to the side asked for her gaze to be lifted to the stack, flat hill, one composed vastly round pancakes. Standing to walk to reach them, each step was a struggle to break through the hardening stickiness. Still she reached the stack, coming to climb at the side, reaching the top, rolling onto it, taking a second to close her eyes, feeling the heat of the meal now warming her back.

Just a few seconds to enjoy the sensations of being within paradise.

Until a shadow passed over.

The world opened to stakes of towering metal set above. Before a scream could be released, the fork stabbed into the tanned surface and sunk into it, wiggling, parting it into a piece. Gravity churned in Lucky's stomach as the chunk was lifted into the heavens.

And before the sprawling cheek of midnight. Luna's head turned in deep conversation with her sister and inched back to receive the next bite. Those plush lips in the distance flew closer, growing to seismic proportions, their sides leaving the possible view.

They parted to the reveal of a tongue breaching in-between them, the tip of the pink serpent dragging across their front, cleaning and lubricating them. Lucky cast her hands before her face as if that would do anything, attempting to yell to the distracted giant—unable to find her voice.

Until the piece of the pancake was brought into the maw of the beast.

Lucky attempted to stand but was rocked in place due to the rocking of the structure, falling onto her side, rolling onto her front, gazing out to the world left behind. It existed beyond the platform and a mile beyond that, the lips now apart, allowing in light from the outside.

In the countless vistas of distance to the horizon, there it was marked by the lips of another, pink and supple, a lane of plushness, a bed in its own right. Lucky reached out to the other mouth of her mother.

Could Celestia see her? If the giant's gaze flicked inside the maw of her sister for a second, there, she would see her daughter, on a piece of pancake, riding its waves as it rocked on the tongue below. It was a humiliating but easy mental picture to envision. Luna with her mouth opened wide, Celestia peering in, Lucky stuck atop a chunk of food—asking to be saved.

The lips crashed with the sound of a closing book and light died like the hope previously held. Hums floated into the chamber and echoed like a cave set next to a body of water. Chatter of the other was muffled in its inability to penetrate the destiny of the cheeks trapping Lucky here.

Crap. Crap oh crap! Lucky rose to her feet and balanced on bending legs, riding the shifts of the pancake—like it were a surfboard, seeing down its lean to the left. Its outer-curve reached the lane of the teeth—each crashing together, grinding and chewing, the food becoming a paste. Aw crap. That's not the way I want to end up.

Lucky turned into a sprint carrying her feet across the pancake. Suddenly in the middle came the rise of the tongue underneath. It fed more into the chewing teeth as the meal tilted upward, becoming a wall. Stabbing her fingers through the surface, she felt pockets of steam washing over her fingers. That, and the miniature eruptions of syrup, soaked into the snack before, now gushing across her hands.

Just climb up! Keep in the middle and find a way to get away from the food! Where's the safest place? Either behind or in front of those rows of teeth. That, or sneak your way underneath that tongue!

Climbing upward by breaking into the surface of the edible, she climbed higher, seeing over her shoulders at times. Those powerful teeth rose and dropped into the food, the paste filling the maw, composing piles of clumps. Soon would come the swallow. There had to be a better plan for this.

Lucky gasped at suddenly feeling pressure mount into her stomach. Tearing through the density of the pancake was the peek of the tongue, its round tip shooting into her belly, forcing Lucky into a sudden ascent. Her arms and legs dangled freely until her back pressed into the ceiling of the maw.

A few blinks were required before Lucky's vision returned. More of the tongue slid beneath her frame. Intrinsically her arms wrapped around it and her legs tucked it into the tightness between her thighs. The serpent slid back, nearing the back of the throat, exposing it and the clumps below.

Hills and piles of mesh ready to be swallowed. Gravity leaned back as the head encompassing the place did the same. Holding to the tongue harder, Lucky saw the food swallowed back into the throat, that cavernous edge, one descending into a tunnel of complete tightness.

Everything washed back as the gulp reverberated off from the walls.

Lucky heaved a sigh at everything being swallowed but, at the same time, unable to stop envisioning the same of herself. Caught within a pile of mesh and breaking the surface on it swallowed to the back. Seconds gifted to look behind to the expansive volume that was the back of the throat.

Until launched into it by a gulp, caught and tucked into the passage unlike any other, forced to descend to place, either prison or paradise, where none could escape without the host letting it be so. Nothing more than food and trapped within the confines of a tummy. Lucky shook her head as a light shone across her back with the view behind her being blinding.

That tongue breached the world like a ride out of a mountain, one entering a dip straight away, the view below the expansive cleavage. Holding tightly to a slippery tongue did no favours to gravity as it pulled on her.

Lucky slid over the tip of the tongue and fell, winds of warmth cutting upward, the fall broken by the crash into cleavage. The surrounding chest bounced upward from the impact, settling in place after jiggling, a girl caught in tightness once more. Pressing her hands onto each rolling wall, Lucky managed to push her shoulders and head out from the crevice.

Another shadow passed over her. Above loomed the face of Luna. Already she was grinning.

“If you wanted to be eaten again,” Luna teased, “all you had to do was ask.”

Lucky gave a hollowed laugh, collapsing onto the slit between the boobs, seeing the distant hem of the tank top. Both mountains were pressed together and that pressure rendered it harder to sink between the pair. Rather she could relax on the surface without risking being swallowed.

“If you two are done with your fun,” Celestia began from the other side of the table, “perhaps it's time we got ready for school?”

School had seen Lucky seeing Sunset and being enveloped in a pair of lips capable of either kissing or devouring her. Easily to sink into, their surface baked in warmth, Lucky enjoyed leaning into them.

She'd been set on the shoulders of the giant and went through the school day as normal. Sunset had been happy for Lucky finding a family to be with. Knowing what the lack of loved ones and a home could do, she was proud of her girlfriend—and the tiniest bit curious about how entering that dynamic had gone.

Lucky had chosen to keep quiet on certain matters as they headed to their first class.

The school day went on as normal and, even though the base of everything had not changed, Lucky didn't come to any of it the same. School was school and work was work. But that morning cast a glow over the afternoon. That, and being able to flirt with a giant girlfriend quickened how classes went.

The end of the last class saw the duo before the principal's office. Both girls risked a final kiss before the tinted glass, the tiny hugging the coming lips, submerging her face into the flesh, whatever it took to offer back a fraction of what the giant offered.

Once the kiss was done, the two entered the room, an awkward hello joined by Sunset lowering Lucky to the desk. The giant stepped back with hands behind her back, fearing she was the juvenile corrupting the good student—keeping contact with Celestia to a minimum. Lower probability of making a mistake in that plan.

Lucky watched the door at the horizon close and clicked into place and, on twirling around, saw her mother collapse into her chair. Every inch of every limp now spent from a day of working hard. Lucky glanced at her feet as the giant closed her eyes, coming to sigh, happy to see the day complete.

Curling a fist to her side, Lucky shook her head, racing across the table. The cracking of her footsteps against the wood didn't alert the giantess. No matter how much she ran, the defeated titan reclined always at the distance to her side. Thankfully her chest jutted out, slumped on the desk, clothed mountains asking to be climbed.

Lucky did so with ease on reaching the first button, using that to hoist up, allowing her feet to balance on its top. Grabbing the white fabric of the shirt, the climb continued, the fabric spread into the shape of the breast, which was full and round, stretching the material.

Lucky didn't sink into the boob as much as she secretly craved. It was always on the other side of the sloped wall of white, warming the clothing, but the firmness of the breast meant less give. It worked out as that offered better stability to ascend upon. Soon Lucky reached the top of the jugs, walking across them, the thin flooring teasing the boobs she'd spent the morning with.

Celestia opened her eye in time to see the tiny reaching her cheek, coming to hug a spot with open arms, sinking into its plushness, nuzzling the whole of her head to ensure her mother felt something. Celestia exhaled tension and smiled on having done so. She lifted a nail to the back of Lucky's head, longingly scratching there—much to the affection of her daughter.

Then another finger came to lift the tiny, enveloping her in a kiss different from the one with Sunset. Celestia's other hand undid the first few buttons on her dress shirt, revealing the naked tops of her breasts, a section of it, the rest hidden beneath the cloth.

Slowly and silently was how the tiny was tucked into the world contained underneath the shirt, which became a sky unto itself, one allowing distilled light from the great outside. Lucky's feet touch on the inward curving white clumps, that was until they slipped into the slit in-between, being pushed into it, the boobs rising at her sides. It was to her own chest that the pressure above stopped. However, due to the bra, the milk-coated mounds pressed harder at Lucky's sides.

She laid a hand on both, looking above to the confident smirk of her mother, watching the buttons being redone. Safely kept in here as the giant navigated the even greater world out there. There was a moral in that, somewhere, while the jostle of the boobs lulled the daughter into a light slumber.

Lucky leaned back onto her hands and allowed herself to spread out, not used to being caught and kept in tight places. For a world so utterly large that sometimes she appeared as a mere speck, lately, she'd been caught in smaller worlds, ones insides others, the kind existing inside of mouths and underneath shirts.

It wasn't often she could stretch out anymore.

Today... was certainly a day. Getting to snuggle in another girl's chest is always going to be a top-tier experience. Then Celestia one-upped that with that shower session. Still hating myself on saying no to that. That was something else.

Lucky fell into further decay as her thoughts continued.

Having a bath in her cleavage while the rest of her showers? That was stupidity sexy. And how did she do that stuff with her ass? Having it rise out of the smoke like that, teasing it right before me. Damn it. I should have jumped in that crack and never looked back. Let it hold me and clench and whatever else she wanted to do with me.

She blew an air of tension.

Think I'm more than okay with being used as a toy at this point. So long as I joke around and put on a bit of a fight—that should be good enough. How Luna treated me like nothing more than food. It's all harmless. But the idea of her belly trapping me again...

Her jeans suddenly became tight without reason. Pressure mounting and doubling around her groin as the cotton underwear lightly rubbed into her crotch. It didn't help that she was rocking in place. Lucky's plush butt flicking forward and back, a hand dropping to her zipper, pulling it down, tracing a finger on the pink within.

Now wouldn't that be a s-show? Celestia taking me into the shower only to rub her boobs all over me again. Lather me in soap and help her wash all over. Rubbed all across that perfection and feeling each curve. Would she tuck me into the top of her butt once she was done? Or use me to draw circles over her pussy before tucking me inside?

Lucky's finger impressed the fabric and wetness tinged the fibres. Already her slit was burning and begging to be thrown into something. Sliding up and down that line did nothing to relieve her mind. Her hips slightly bucked into the contact in her lust's demand for more.

Or Luna treating me like I was nothing more than food? She already knows I want to be in her belly again. Trapped deeply inside all of that slenderness and unable to escape. Rocked around in that world as she rocks around that belly.

Lucky closed her eyes and flicked into her finger, another joining in the effort, both straining the underwear inward in every hump.

She'd grab me without saying anything. I'd just be sitting on that table and she would pluck and drop me in her bowl of cereal. What would be the use of swimming? That massive spoon would chase me until collecting a pool beneath me. One swing upward and into her mouth, and I'd be swallowed, trapped inside that girl again.

The blackness behind her eyes suddenly and deeply darkened. Blinking them open with fingers past her zipper, Lucky looked up, unable to see the ceiling, seeing instead the fine threading of the denim jeans overhead. The cheeks beneath the rolling hills of blue wobbled as the gigantic ass hovered in the sky.

No fucking way.

Luna's ass consumed the sky with its stature as the structure of the woman loomed ever greater overhead. She was about to sit down without the realization of coming to sit on her daughter. Lucky fell back and lifted her arms, waving her hands in defence, as if that would save her from the gigantic butt growing as it lowered.

Until the shapely butt slammed into the cushion of the couch, which sunk from the plush weight, a wiggle of the derriere for the giant to become comfortable. Lucky became splayed as the heated denim expanded into her frame, the softness beneath flattening outward, filling out the jeans. Lucky wasn't crushed so much as was smothered. Smothered by tons and tons of compact fat that was slender throughout that ass.

“Hmm,” the voice rumbled throughout the woman, reverberating out her cheeks, picked up like a submarine transmission to Lucky's ears. Her arms and legs were far out and apart as the whole of the booty came wiggling into her diminutive state. “Something's off about this cushion. Did Tia fiddle with it again? It never feels right off-centred.”

This can't be for real. Lucky wiggled in place to find an inch of space to exist within—instead jiggling an iota of the warm and jean-clad cheeks consuming her. Luna's ass slowly appearing overhead like a cruiser ship in Star Wars? How do I even get out of this?

But did she even want to get out of this? Here she was at the thickest portion of the cheeks laid on top of her. Luna was sitting in her perch from heaven, no doubt glancing at her butt, confused, wiggling it around until she got the feeling right.

Meanwhile and underneath that all, and caught and crushed by the immense softness of it all, Lucky was being wiped left and right, brought all over that cushion, dragged to wherever the booty brought her.

Luna was dominating her with her butt. Even if she failed to realize it—even if she was trying to get comfortable as she watched a movie—that still left her bum rubbing and rolling the tiny over. To anyone else this would have been pure humiliation. But to a girl like Lucky.

Her jeans had already been tight, but not, the weight from the even bigger pair drove a wedgie deep into her pussy. As the denim ass kept rolling around, what sense was there in fighting it? Sinking into the jeans to the faint tease and impression of the cheek underneath... why not enjoy the rare moment?

Lucky didn't care about the giant butt stealing her around. Instead she cupped a lower portion of it between her thighs, clamping on the softness, grinding on the clumps, loving the feeling of her boobs utterly flattened by another girl's butt. Her own was compressed tightly together and pressed deeply into the cushion.

The pleasure. It stroked through her limbs as the light warmth of the butt passed onto her. It generated its heat and left a fraction of it to whatever it made contact with. Instead of keeping her arms lax, Lucky struggled, hugging the swell, smothering her face into the heated fibres, humping back the booty as her pussy burned higher.

“Yaoow!”

Gravity swirled in her stomach as the world blurred upward until the arc ended. Lucky tried shaking her head to great resistance. Opening her eyes, a slope, vertical landscape rolled outward before her. That curve tucked inward before shooting outward on the other side, another supple hill through the fabric—meaning she was still caught on Luna's bottom.

“L-Lucky? Dear, is that you?”

Above the thickest swell of the bottom, the jeans tapered to the waistband above and, when the hips behind them shook, the cheeks wobbled—forcing Lucky to hug the one she was on for support. Greatly above and peeking over a shoulder, Luna's concerned face loomed, seeing her daughter plastered to her bottom.

“Oh dear.” Fingers appeared on the tiny but, at the smallest pull, Lucky kept to the jeans. With a wince, Luna pulled down, slowly peeling Lucky from her butt, a light jostle to it once she was free. “Are you alright?

Lucky was dangled up and before the face of the giant, her head rolling in circles, the flooding a boiling pressure... no longer keeping on her pussy. Tension and arousal faded on being taken from the place she craved. “Let's just say I knocked off a few things from the ol' bucket list.”

Luna rolled her eyes and still brought the tiny in for a kiss. She returned to sitting after that, crossed leg, smirking in placing Lucky on her crotch. Next to the lane of the golden zipper, half-undone, revealing the velvet blue of underwear beneath. Could this be her chance to sneak in?

“Oh dear.”

Lucky peeked over the top of the zipper and the rest of the leg to the faraway lands, the cushions worthy of islands, the set of three overtaken by a shadow. Seconds passed until the sky of white crashed into them. Currents exploded upward and a jostle broke through the couch, rocking Lucky around, shooting her forward—right into that open zipper.

Luna inhaled sharply before moaning lowly, coming to laugh in the few seconds that passed next, feeling the tiny landing on her pussy. There was still a thick barrier of fabric between them. But as she looked down, Lucky's bottom peeked out from the zipper, her legs kicking, her struggles into the camel toe turning on the giant.

“Mmmhm... Lucky.” Her fingers dove after the little one but, in feeling her sides, dragged her forward and back, across the trench that was her slit, the fabric diving into the divot. “If you wanted to get back in my pants, you could have asked. But I think it's about time we called it a night. Don't you agree dear sister?”

Lucky was pulled out from the crotch and dangled by the leg, coming to be draped over a palm, feeling it lifted into the air. Before she could even rise, a pair of lips crashed into her back, covering her legs and bottom. Her head lifted to see another pair flying toward her. Celestia leaned in and kissed the tiny.

The sisters didn't mind the overlap as their lips touched and meshed into the other. The pressure had lifted the tiny, each pair meshing into the other, a kiss focusing on each other. Lucky just so happened to be caught in the middle in their game of affection. Though the makeout session starting between them also felt good.

Lucky wiggled between the pair as both undulated through the moment, waves in the soft flesh rocking her. Turning her head allowed her to kiss Luna's top lip and, in turning back, she did the same to Celestia. That seemed to satisfy both girls as they pulled away as Lucky landed on her feet back on the palm.

That palm flying into Luna's chest, into the front of her right boob, smacking the surface and sinking into it. The softness was buttered on and the warmth beat any bath. Through the substance lulled the beat of a heart. One beating to the rhythm caused by her existence.

Lucky nuzzled back in response to that.

It never got easier seeing the giants change. Not that Lucky was a pervert as her mothers found no problem in changing with her in the room. Shame didn't occur and their smirks as they wiggled off their pants was proof of that. Soon each was down to loose PJ. Luna in a black tank top and tight and velvet bottoms.

Celestia with a loose white shirt, baggy sweatpants the same, joined by pink underwear underneath. She pushed out her hair and rumbled over to the counter, coming to swipe Lucky, setting the tiny before her face.

“I take it you would like to sleep with your mommies tonight as well?”

Lucky blushed madly and glanced away, unable to shake her head, swallowing and nodding. Celestia smiled and brought her in for another kiss. A long one. The kind with pursed lips and a tight grip pressing the tiny harder into the pair. She struggled against them faintly, but rolled in them the same.

“I trust that sleeping in my cleavage will be good enough for you? It's always good to let mommy tuck you in.” Celestia's hand dove into the middle of her tank top and parted the white and bouncy sea, straining the sides of the top. “But how deeply do you want mommy to tuck you in there? The deeper you are, the more my big boobies can act as a blanket.”

That snowy cleave was parted to the very end to reveal how deep it went. Being stuck into the center of that chest as the boobs then fell back in place would guarantee warmth and darkness with a backdrop of a constant heartbeat. There'd still be enough thickness of boob to provide bedding for the tiny.

“Though, on second thought, there's another place you haven't been close to on mommy.” Celestia held Lucky further out to provide a greater aerial view of her titanic body. Her hand slipped from her chest and to the bottom of her top, pushing it up, revealing her tummy. “It's ironic because it's the place you were supposed to have come from. You have a lot of lost time to make up for missy. Never having seen your mommy's great and gigantic pussy before.”

Everything stiffened and concentrated to the center of Lucky's hips. Celestia closed an eye in a wink, coming to bite her bottom lip, flicking crotch to express the pleasure flooding. Lucky dared to glance over the thumb wrapped around her chest, looking across the vistas of distance below, seeing, somehow with clarity, the white fingers snaked into the waistband of those sweatpants.

And how they loosely pulled back to reveal the pink underwear tight to Celestia's bottom. It hugged the sharp arc of her crotch and left the flanking thighs exposed. Giggling saw to the giant wiggling the pants to keep just below her underwear.

Lucky gasped on being suddenly lowered to between the towering legs, each thigh like beams with their thickness, causing the slope of the pussy looming above to feel so much tighter as a result. The fat vulva bulged in the fabric, arching back and forth to the rolling of the hips above, everything teasing Lucky's possible fate.

“Don't you want to see the place where you were supposed to come from? To be with the thing that was supposed to hold you for so long?” The fingers yanked her upward and into the curve plane of the article, the cotton impressing on her impression, the tiny drawn across the slit, inching in, the restriction of the elastic saving her from being devoured. “It wants you to be with it Lucky. My pussy wants to be with the daughter it never had. Thank goodness you're so small. Maybe it's not too late for some things.”

The heat was baking and incredible as every fibre possessed the feminine warmth the bulging cunt exhausted easily. Lucky was floated back from the heated and silky niche to see another pair of fingers take her place. Already her voice rose to give a fuss, that was until the fingers reached the thin waistband.

Pulling it back, creating a cot in the panties, a slope of a slide that zoomed into a single place. Celestia held out the front of her underwear and dangled the tiny over it. Below loomed a white crop of fluff that was the immaculate bush of the woman. Peeking through that, on either side, were the sleek hills of rolling white.

Each mound seemed glossed over by snow.

And between them was the slit and, due to previous efforts, a bubble gum kind of pink was peeking out from it. Two lips as straight as the curved twins could be. Beyond that was the pulled fabric, creating a slide leading deeper into the underwear, lower on the pussy, the place most dangerous of all.

“How about it Lucky? I'm not hearing anything.” Celestia pouted and inched the tiny higher from her undies. “Maybe you don't want to get to know the pussy that just wants to be your home after all.”

Luna lurked in the distance on the bed, a hand already at her crotch, touching herself to this.

“I do!” Lucky blinked and blushed at her words. “I mean, uh...”

“It means you want to snuggle up to mommy's big pussy and use it as a bed?” Celestia laughed sweetly in lowering her daughter into the depths of her underwear—far below the brim of it all. “Don't you worry. My folds will be good blankets for you. You'll always be warm and the smell will remind you of mommy.”

The fingers gently lowered Lucky onto the underwear itself, the fabric dipping around the tiny's weight—but not enough to sag in the slightest. Looking forward revealed the top of the slit, a hood covering a boulder. Lucky gazed upward to see a thumb overhead, holding back the waistband, a taut belly overhead, mountainous mammaries looming in the sky, the confident face of her mother looking into her new home like a goddess peering into a world.

“Try not to distract mommy too much down there.” Celestia's thumb pulled back to her groin, sharpening the descent of the fabric. Lucky slid down the vast crotch, the monolithic lips spanning to her sides, the snap of elastic above also snapping her into the parted lips of the giant pussy. “Mmmhmm! You know, Lucky, I think I can get used to my pussy having you.”

Celestia rolled her hips around to feel the tiny caught between her lips, wedging her deeper by the movement, constricting the space inside of her panties. Meanwhile inside of them, the tiny was snug between the folds. Unable to sink back further on the cotton of the underwear, it instead flexed forward, hugging the pussy tighter, forcing her to slip inches into the cunny.

Lucky didn't mind as the lips of the pussy stole her, coming to grind into her sides as the giant woman started to walk, twisting into her the way through. Before she knew it, someone was patting the front of the underwear, causing it to impress, the contact of the pussy shaking her deeper.

Celestia slid into bed and moaned, casting the blankets over herself, keeping a hand over her crotch. There was electricity in knowing that, beneath that dense clothing, underneath the sweat pants and through the panties, partly in her pussy... was the daughter trapped and hugged from those lips.

Low moans and tiny flicks were the products of the night.