In the Stomach of Her Mothers

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Equestria Girls, Porn, Fetish, Princess Celestia, Sex, Sunset Shimmer
Length: 30487

Lucky is adopted by Celestia and Luna, becoming her adopted-mothers, each wanting to become intimate with their inch-tall daughter... in various lewd, incestuous, yet caring ways.

Lucky is adopted by Celestia and Luna, becoming her adopted-mothers, each wanting to become intimate with their inch-tall daughter... in various lewd, incestuous, yet caring ways.

Like having them in their bra to dropping her in their panties. To eating food with her in their mouth to actual vore. And, most of the time, watching a movie together—from the seat in cleavage.

How will such a loving and lustful family turn out?

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Published 2020-06-18 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-12-03 12:56:30 UTC

Ø | Prologue

The Kinky Times with Her Mothers
B_25 & Alexshark

Lucky stood before the towering door of the house, craning her neck and leaning back, unable then to see the top of the frame. With a glance over her shoulder, she waved to the distant car, the caretakers that had watched over her for so long.

And their hands appeared out of the window, waving back, a promise in of itself of this not being the end.

Which made it easier to watch them drive away.

Fetching a hand into the tightness that was the pocket of her jeans, Lucky pulled out her phone, flipping it out, a few presses of the keys to reach Principal Celestia. The message was simple. Here. Yet her thumb hovered over the button that would send the text.

Getting adopted at eighteen... ain't that a swirl? Better than never I guess. Or something like that. The surrounding expanse of stone had rendered the step into a stadium for the girl. Yet the gigantic size of the world did little to scare her nowadays. Going to be impossible living on my own, that is, until I create a better system for being independent. So maybe this won't be so bad.

Principal Celestia had taken an interest in the tiny ever since the incident of Sunset Shimmer and, upon examining her file to learn the girl was still up for adoption, contemplated the matter only for a night and made the call the next morning. Of course the tiny had gone missing for the weekend. Presumed to be with a friend.

Though that wasn't quite the case.

Being inside that stomach had been an experience unto itself. Of being trapped within that slender tummy of blue as that chamber of flesh encased her. Through the skin and the flesh to the confines at the center of the giant. It was there the tiny had slid down and been spat inside of. Light splashes of water against her bare bottom as she settled within the sac.

It'd taken some adjusting to as faint light illuminated the setting somehow. Rumbles quaked throughout as distant and muffled sounds and voices seeped into the cell. Soon the world rose as the body encasing the place laid down. Soon everything rocked, forward and back, a rhythm of rawness, of dirtiness, permeating it all.

Lucky had simply ridden it out as she tumbled within the tummy, sloshed around with the waters there, feeling her ass sink into the flesh, clumps of the stuff nestling between her legs. Entering the stomach naked allowed her easy access to begin enjoying herself. A clump of flesh caught and rode between her thighs as the lubricated surface rubbed into her pussy.

While the giants fucked in the beyond.

Fear settled once the giants had finished. Lucky laid back inside Luna's stomach as the giant laid back herself. Her hand traced and drew circles over the curves of her front, digits appreciating the subtle depth of the lines—loving stroking what she had forgotten was there.

Lucky became worried as the world inside the chamber rocker about, side to side and slowly rising, a distant wiggle sinking inward, the movement of a girl working herself in a pair of pants. The tiny stood up, walking to the other side of the chamber, placing her hands onto the wall.

Pushing out to great restrain as the skin on the other side bulged in a space littler than an inch. Something went unnoticed as a blacktop fell over the exposed tummy. Lucky swore the chamber darkened as movement resumed and the light sloshing of the scene rocked her into a light sleep.

Luna began to walk around the halls of the school and forgot the tiny passenger trapped in her stomach, jostled around, lightly, every step of her feet and each sway of her hips. This lulled Lucky to sleep. She'd awaken hours later to noodles the size of giant serpents coiled within the pit. Instant noodles.

Reclining into the wall of the chamber, she placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a rumble there as well. Without choice was how she approached the hill of eaten foods where they would be tried a second time. All while Luna sat on a chair before a table, or leaned back on a couch, eating noodles from a cup.. unaware of the tiny trapped in that tight tummy of hers.

Followed, of course, by the sisters fucking like crazy.

Y-Yeah... Lucky turned her head and coughed into her shoulder, clicking the button to send the text, enduring the tingle of a blush. These sisters were closer and less shameful than the average pair. Despite knowing this, Lucky was here, bound by more reasons than one. This should be interesting. Chaos is better than boredom or something like that.

There came a click from the heavens as the tiny stepped back from the door, seeing its great size pushed into a swing, requiring an impossible amount of force, the squeaks of the hinges nearly too loud to have its full sound comprehended. Day became night as the shadow of the giant passed over the land of stone like the moon across the expanse of a desert.

High above and taller than the sky itself was the imposing figure of the woman befitting a princess. Legs like towers building in thickness as the starting of the thighs were too great for the eye. Skirt instead of jeans as the fabric dome teased the white bridge of underwear snug in their hug across the hills of those supple mounds.

It's not often a lady can knock out the look of a school-girl.

That view greatened as the helm of the skirt exposed the tautness of the belly above. White and slender with a lane of curved muscles worthy of a portrait. That narrow glimpse of paradise ended with a white tank-top leading to a view above the clouds—where mountains of plushness hung in the sky, supported by the top, spreading out the fabric as they dropped to the downward lean of her new mother.

“Lucky! So glad you made it here!”

Lucky's face twitched at being pressed before the giantess while fighting the subtle urge to run away; out from the heavens came the swipe of two up-turned palms. Settling like ships at her sides with one slightly rolling her onto the other.

Could the surface have been made of marshmallows? Possible as the tiny girl was on her knees on the clumps of white, soft to being warmly gooey, taut padding to the muscles buried within the hand. It rose and winds crashed downward as the world around blurred ever upward.

Slowing and settling in reaching the sky, of course, to a massive face composing the horizon. The woman smiled before drawing the girl in, a turn of the head to reveal a cheek the size of a hill, the tiny pushed into it, sinking, as it rubbed lovingly over her. “I'm so glad you made it here safe. I hope you find everything you were looking for and ever more in living with us.”

“I-I... hope so too.” Lucky coughed as her waist leaned into the cheek but her chest pulled away. Personal space became sacrificed as she sighed and hugged the cheek, collecting the plushness within her hold, trusting herself to an intimacy never before tried. “That I can be a decent daughter to you two and give you, well, hehe, w-whatever the heck a mother looks for in a daughter.”

“Easiest question in all of the world.” The cheek pulled away into the distance as Lucky reclined onto the retreating palm. Two pools of glimmering rose loomed before her. “For you to be happy and to be yourself. Student after student graduate my school, and yet, I feel as though I've hardly raised any of them.”

Celestia sighed. “That's been a longing that's been aching deeply inside my sister and I. You may not warm to it easily, b-but, you are always free... to call me your mother or mom. But if that's too far—“

“N-No.” Lucky turned her head and coughed, blushing profusely, feeling protected by the fingers arched over her. “I'm, uh, kinda in this for the same reason as you two. Always been the joking and witty kind of girl. When it comes to someone being there for me... it's always been just me. It becomes easier to handle as the years go by.”

Lucky dipped her chin and gazed at her legs. “If for the numbness that comes from living that life for so long. Then I meant Sunset and she turned that around. Dealing with her meant that I would need help beyond myself... and ironically enough, that help came from her.”

She then gazed over the field of alabaster skin to the face attentive in the distance. “It's because of being with her... and from being loved by her... and loving her... that I realized I want a bit more of a life for myself.” She inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply. “So that's why I have no problems calling you mom, mom.”

Another cough. “Said that twice didn't I?”

Lips collapsed over her frame and, even in lying back, nothing could hold back the plushness. They settled and flattened and enveloped Lucky within the love behind the kiss. Ending her struggles, she let it engulf her, the softness and warmth becoming pleasant.

“And I'm glad you did,” Celestia whispered as her kiss floated away from those milky lands, “little daughter of mine. Shall we head on inside?”

“I think I would like that.”

The tour of the house was hard in knowing that which lurked behind her. Lucky sat crossed-leg on the open palm as it was held below the chest of the giant. That chest which, the size of mountains that were composed of squish, had forgone a bra for the sake of a loose tank-top.

Those boobs rose like monsters and crashed like the sea at every stomp of the giantess. Jostles and wobbles as they bounced outward and shook right back. The fabric pronounced the round curve of their shape, never leaving a mystery to their minute location, the sound of crashing breasts louder and better than any waterfall.

So I'm already a pervert for mommy? What the hell is wrong with me? Genuine things can't last for long—can they?

Celestia had shown the house from the kitchen to the room, two rooms upstairs, one bedroom and one guest—the latter now Lucky's own. The tiny had turned while sitting to stare so high above the mountain of a head above. Celestia's face slowly arched down to see her.

“You two share a room?”

“Luna and I are abnormally close as sisters... as you may or may not have gleamed.” Those giant eyes narrowed slightly and sliced into subtext, a game and a mystery both of them were aware of. It felt like a tease. But a tease about what? “We have no qualms about staying in the same else or sharing the same room. Allows our lives to be more affordable.”

The walk returned to its show-and-tell nature as the Lucky took in the wonders of her new home. The final door pulled back to reveal the great space of a chamber. Walls skyrocketing to heaven with a window on two of the four to provide a glimpse of such a place. Deserts worth of carpet loomed below with a closest tucked at one end.

“This is your room.” Celestia giggled. “It might be bigger than you're used to.”

“This... might be a little much.”

“Perhaps the space but never the privacy.” Celesta leaned forward as the rest of her figure lowered. Lucky looked behind to see those massive boobs dropping in the same between the arms with the slight fear of them falling upon her as well. “Let's get your stuff set up first. We can see what should be done after that.”

Lucky had been set on the floor and the giantess thundered into the hall to retrieve the inventory of the tiny. One trip was all it took. The duo then began work. Celestia worked with the bigger objects like the miniature house hooked to the room itself, possessing running water and working electricity, allowing for a normal size to the tiny girl.

Outside of the door of the house was where the lone fingertips would drop the cardboard boxes full of items. Lucky would come to them and wave to the finger. She'd then squat, picking two of them up, a stumble and a turn back into the home. There she took care of interior decorating.

While the windows of the set revealed the woman in the distance, sitting in a corner and setting a playground of material, ladders and ropes ascending to platforms, zip lines electorally powered to assist in travel across the corners of the room.

Once all the fundamental stuff had been sorted, however, the giantess rose from her knees and took to the sky. Her voice boomed in having to get dinner started. Lucky paused before the window to strike a thumbs up, which Celestia winked and smiled at, turning and leaving, offering a powerful view of her posterior.

Lucky. Stop it. You can't keep ogling your mother.

Her head leaned back and her eyes clenched.

It's a matter of time before she catches you doing it. And you're going to get in a lot of trouble. Two types of trouble. Either the trouble you like getting into or the trouble you REALLY don't want to get into. Wait. I guess both troubles are kinda like that... and I've stopped making sense again.

Dying sunlight laid across the glass and claimed the girl. Her eyes opened to the view of the rest of the room, empty and barren despite the zip-lines overhead and distant structures, not even one percent of the room taken up in belongings.

I'm going to have an aneurysm about filling the rest of this room.

Footsteps boomed from afar as light trembles quaked through the ground. Items left on the cabinet vibrated off and crashed onto the floor. Lucky rolled her head and groaned at the new precaution that would be needed for living here. Who had entered the room anyway?

Lucky walked back to the window to find out only for darkness to cast over it, a density of shadow followed by a body dropping from the sky, the crashing frame of a woman. The sprawling extent of Luna's body landed onto the ground as the impact reverberated throughout the surrounding miniature world.

“It would appear as though you are finding your way well.” Lucky couldn't even see the face of the other woman. Only the dark-blueness of her chin appeared at the top of the frame. It was her chest, that collapsed canyon, setting the background of the scene. Buttons were undone on that white shirt to reveal the milky azure of her cleavage. “This reminds me of when Celly and I used to play dolls. Used to play family too. Both of us would be mothers. It would appear as though the game still goes on.”

Lucky swallowed before setting her hand on the glass, able to look up from before it, seeing the looming face of Luna. Both hands supported her head as feet swam in the sky far in the distance. Was this a lazy teen bestowed a new toy to play with?

“Do not fear as you are vastly more than a doll to Celly and me.” Luna smiled while rolling into one palm, lowering the other to the window, pressing the mound of her pinkie onto the glass. Heat infused with the glass. “You are our daughter. Despite our past, this is what I would like to see you like... if you would like to do the same in reverse.”

Lucky exhaled tension and breathed in happiness. She nodded and smiled to the other that would be her mother. “T-Thanks mom. Or other mom. Something like that?”

“I'm sure one of those would suffice.” Luna smiled as she took her finger back, coming to glance over her shoulder. The emptiness of the room appeared as a problem too. “Give it to Celly to leave your room bare. Only a tiny girl like you gets to live special. We should get you a city in here, or a castle. Something unique and that could only be done unto you.”

Lucky blinked as the vastness of her problem became simplified by one's random thoughts. “That would... actually be a good idea.”

“Stomping through a city and pressing my cheek against the streets... all to find my little daughter... sipping coffee inside a cafe.” Luna closed her eyes and moaned as her hand crashed into the ground, pushing the full extent of her body into the air. “Oh yes. Something could be done about that rather indeed.”

Dinner had been silent and awkward with all three faint in conversation. All wanted to speak yet none could talk. Celestia had asked for Lucky's feelings on everything and, while nervousness was true, excitement for all that was next was equally the same.

Celestia carried Lucky to her room after the meal, offering final words and a kiss, wishing her goodnight. Set before the perch of her home, Lucky waved to the giantess as the monstrous feet retreated into the distance—the giant waving bye from the sky.

But Lucky couldn't sleep.

It'd been on her trip to the bathroom to relieve herself—desiring the longer walk and a small one placed next to the normal one—that other footstep quaked in the distance. Lucky had been snatched before realizing it. Turning on the surface of the palm revealed the close-up view of Luna's face.

“Little one,” Luna started with softness in her tone, “why are you out and up so late.”

“Trouble sleeping.” Lucky decided to lay back on the palm, supporting one hand to behind her head—like one watching the night sky. “The rule is to give up sleep after twenty minutes. Or else the next two hours will be in misery.”

“First time of our hearing of such a rule,” Luna replied with a giggle. Her other hand dropped and clasped to her waist, pushing it to the side. “But it certainly makes sense. Tell me if you are comfortable with it. Has our... previous encounter frightened you?”

“Nah.” In quickness came truth and the speed was always double in alleviating the troubles of a friend... more so for a mother. “I still enjoyed that a lot. Even if our dynamic has kinda, y'know, changed a little.”

Luna smiled at that.

“But I suppose it's the opposite of that,” Lucky continued. “There's so much space and so much silence in that room. I'm grateful to have it. But I've always been so used to living with others. Slot in the closet back at my previous home could store all that I needed. That, and I could hear everyone else in that room with me.”

“There were always others and there was always life around you.”

“Always thought I cut it solo... but I see now that wasn't the case before either.”

Luna smirked. “I think I may have a proposition that will work out for you.”

Lucky's mouth opened to ask but suddenly fingers soared upward from below the palm, coming softly at her sides, the force pinching, the pressure lifting her into the air. She was brought before the pair of lips, which kissed her gently, before being lowered into the valley of marshmallow aqua.

Her feet easily slipped into the slit of the warm cleavage with the same becoming true of her waist, the orbs rising at her sides, allowing her arms and head to rest into them. They sunk by inched to conform her spent body. No blanket could match their warmth—or bed could reach their softness.

“Perhaps you should sleep with Celly and I tonight—first anything are easier with others.” The voice floated above and vibrated into the skin behind. It lulled Lucky into sleep as the light jostles of the breast rocked her into slumber. “I hope, Lucky, that as much as you see Celestia a mother... you'll see the same with me.”

Lucky didn't fight that as the giantess strolled into the room, reaching the other side of the bed and sliding underneath the sheet—leaving her exposed chest in the open. As the two were about to sleep, the body next to them shifted, a light chuckle, the voice of the other.

“Also... Luna?” Celestia's tired voice came in with all the authority it possessed. “Next time you plan on bringing Lucky into our activities—try not to forget her in your stomach for three days. That, and the office is not meant for such playing.”

Both girls meeped as Luna rolled her head on the pillow and, inside her chest, Lucky did the same on the two washed over her.

I | A Different Kind of Intimacy

~ 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.

II | Lips Not Meant For Kissing

~ II ~

Lips Not Meant For Kissing

Lucky awoke to the warmest cuddling bestowed by shifting walls, curved in roundness and contracting in its tightness, everything to hug the little slumbering in their center. Her eyes blinked open to the hottest pink surrounding her. Everything echoed and sounded muffled.

Much like the distant beating of something powerful yet soft.

W-Where... did I pass out again? In cleavage? No.

Lucky laid a hand on the wall for the whole to contract, a squeeze joined by an afar moan, powerful and muffled across the tunnel. It seems to be living. Undulating. Everything desired for her to be taken deeper as the heated walls shimmered with life.

Every touch caused the structure around her to shiver, a jostle throughout the monolithic frame, everything seeming to concentrate within here. Barely able to stand, the ground sunk around her feet, wobbling back and forth, the flesh plump though smooth.

Peering deeper into the tunnel revealed how quickly it narrowed with its end unable to be seen. The path darkened the further the view continued. Glancing over her shoulders revealed light. Some distilled in a pink hue as it came flooding through the underwear.

Underwear.

Everything clicked.

Ah crap.

The entrance opened to a vault of a hole keeping hope. Beyond loomed the towering slit, its lips set at the sides of the entrance, everything clipped by the shortness of that fleshy door. Even that was utterly massive to the tiny. Outside spanned the curvature of the cotton underwear as it clung to the bottom of the giantess Lucky was currently trapped within.

“Mhmmm... right there... right on that spot... nannhmmm... give me more.”

Lucky yelped as the tunnel tumbled sideways, rocking to the rolls of the great hips set in the beyond, the proof of the giantess becoming horny. That, and with a tiny stuck in the center of it all. Already a thin and milky slime excreted from the walls as they pulsated a tad faster.

They inched her deeper into the cave, the entrance looming further away, that spread of panties coming to be pushed out further. From the opening boomed a pair of slender fingers, completely gigantic on their own—like entities bearing their own will.

“W-Wait! Mom! I'm still in here!” Lucky stumbled backward to the jostle breaking across the cave, falling to the side, landing on the slope of flesh. Sinking into the heated texture as slime slathered across her body. “Wake up! Your daughter is still in your you-know-what! Don't touch yourself!”

“Nnngngghmmm.”

She slammed her fists into the substance only to evoke a thrust of the hips encompassing her. Celestia thrust and arched her hips into the air, holding them there for a second, rocking them sideways, to milk the feeling. Then her ass dropped back into the bed, causing Lucky to bounce from wall to wall, ground to ceiling to ground again... lying forward in defeat.

Seconds passed in lingering in the moment. Already the heat was permeated in musk in the form of heated and wet particles unlike previously experienced. Lucky lifted her head from the flesh, a coating now covering her face. She looked overhead to see the slender tips of the fingers hovering over her, floating in like a ship, one of them softly crashing into her back.

“M-Mom? What are you doing?”

“Mmhmm... that's a good girl... help keep your mommy happy.... she needs this...”

The finger rubbed her forward and back, the squish of the flesh coating her further in wetness, allowing her to slide with greater ease. Her body offered restriction to the motion until being lathered in her mommy's juices. Now she could be rubbed around with ease.

Was this really happening? Lucky managed to roll onto her stomach before the finger crashed into her again, pushing on her boobs and sinking her an inch into the lax flesh, pressing on her, in and out, to apply pleasure on her as well.

She was rubbed back and forth, soon left and right, rising higher on the walls. The other finger kept with the motion to explore the collapsing contractions of the overarching cunt. Was this what Lucky was now? Unintentionally caught within the pussy of her mother, causing a wet dream within her, one being rubbed out now?

Did Celestia even know what she was doing? The white titan was still probably asleep, relaxed on her back, the greatness of her boobs spread out. All that tickling inside of her pussy must have caused her to moan and to roll around. Without realizing it, her hand dove to her tummy, slipping into the depths of her sweat pants.

And inside the hot pink undies clung to her bottom.

Now Celestia was simply rubbing one out. Fingers catching on the tickle and spreading it around to the contracting of her cunt. She was squeezing and clenching and flicking her unconscious hips when she could. All to ride out the high that had stolen her sleeping mind.

And Lucky couldn't do anything as the finger rubbed her all over. Deeper and deeper until revealing the end. A large and fleshy protrusion, seeming heavy and round, an opening in the middle. The cervix. A womb. Easily able to swallow her inside that place.

But this morning saw other plans.

“Tending to that yourself? But what are sisters for?”

“L-Luna!” The voice was muffled and sounding a country away from inside this chamber of slender flesh. But beyond the body of her mother, outside of it, Luna was rolled on top of it—maybe able to save the one stuck inside. “I'm in here! Don't let Celestia continue this!”

Instated the cave became tighter and the light dimmed as the walls spread to accompany the new presence. Another finger flew into the chamber as straight as can be, the polished and midnight blue finger of the giant. Already it was scratching and rubbing at the wall, teasing the spots earning squeals.

Celestia must have closed her thighs at the influx of pleasure due to how tight it all became. She was swapped between the fingers as all worked together, in pumping and rubbing, to bring the giant pussy to a finish. But as Lucky braced herself for the worst... the chaos came to an end.

Lucky was near the back of the tunnel as the weight of the fingers had floated away. She rolled onto her side and crashed onto her back, panting, unable to arch up to see them leave. Rather than allowing her head to rest on the ground, she saw the fingers slip out from the pussy, the hole becoming tight—nearly sealing her into darkness.

But then the light doubled. Through the hole saw the underwear begin tugged downward. Forced around those thighs as the extent of the snowy pussy was exposed to the world. Did that mean they remembered her? Was this an operation to come in and save Lucky from the depths of Celestia's hot and needy cunt?

Lucky should have known better at seeing another shadow of a body pass over the pair of lips. In the distance were the mountainous boobs falling out of view as a face flew into focus. Rather a single eye. Brought to the slit and gazing at it. The glow of azure to them faintly illuminated the tunnel.

Was this normal for the sisters? One of them asleep on her back, the other pulling down her underwear, peering into the pussy with a lone eye? It seemed to twinkle at seeing the tiny so deeply caught within the love tunnel. For it pulled away after that. Taking its place was a pair of lips, kissing the hole, the former parting to reveal the density of a tongue hurtling toward her.

“Seriously!?” Lucky barely rose her head from the ground. “You're going to eat out your sister while I'm still in here?”

Luna must have been resting on her knees, with the heft of her ass raised in the air, all to leave her face buried into the crotch of her sisters. Those plush thighs hugged and wrapped around the sister, a beckon to explore deeper.

Luna's maw loomed at the entrance. Over the hill of her tongue teased the back of the throat easily able to swallow her. Behind Lucky was the cervix that would lock her away in a womb. Belly or womb? Both the deepest and innermost locations on these women.

That tongue was wild in its life. It dove inches only after seconds passed. Flicking around the curve of the wall, enjoying loops, everything a tease to have the pussy contract around it. Space was getting tighter as the walls began undulating faster, the blood beneath, pumping, as the heart afar was doing the same.

Lucky tried crawling back from the lips slipping inside the pussy and the thrashing of the tongue attempting to catch her. It was thirsty. Licking all the puddles with ease and evoking copious amounts to be summoned. The unconscious woman moaned higher, coming to thump her hips, trying to hump the face buried between her legs.

Every shake and jostle caused the tiny to slip forward. The mouth opened wider and inhaled, pulling her closer, teasing her with the other fleshy chamber that was the presented maw. Celestia sat up and her pussy tilted down. Lucky turned and attempted to climb the slope but couldn't—falling, for a second, before landing on the plushness of the tongue.

Which then slammed her into a wall, the bubbly flesh of pink meshed into her, all the while, the buds of the tongue broke across her back. She was rubbed up and down and her struggles did nothing but stimulate the two giants.

And finally, after a few more precise licks, everything clamped. The tongue laid straight and the ceiling of the pussy collapsed into it, utterly pinning Lucky, as juices rose and a scream was heard. Celestia gave a final few flicks to the face before releasing it and the built-up cream as well.

Lucky rolled onto her stomach and hugged the end of the tongue, able to wrap mostly around it, seeing it retreat. Before were the coursing ravines released from the relaxing walls as it raced to drown them both. Would they make it out in time? Luna's mouth made it to the entrance but stopped, opening wide, letting her tongue rest inside.

Lucky hugged the tongue as it floated over the lips and sank behind the curved rows of teeth, watching the ravine crash inside of the maw, swirling and splashing around, every wave a strike into the tiny—nearly ripping her from the hold.

But she hugged the tongue tightly as the waves of femcum crashed through her, reaching the back of the maw, coursing like a waterfall over the edge. Luna drank every last drop and wiggled her tongue as she did so... as if trying to get the tiny to join the pool of juices inside of her tummy.

After a few more swallows, the giant pulled back from the pussy and, through the open mouth, Lucky watched the view climb over the taut tummy, massive boobs, to the monolithic face of Celestia framed within the lips. She had perused her own, and the two dived together, entering a kiss of oral dominance.

Lucky was caught in the middle of the clashing tongues, one rising and slapping down on the surface of the other, rolling around, locking the tiny in a sandwich. One tip would poke in front of her and push back, attempting to steal her away. The games kept for a while until the pair needed air.

Lucky was too spent to keep holding onto the tongue and, once the lips opened, she felt forward. Luckily it was already tilted down as the vast and dipped expanse of midnight breasts loomed below. Luna had stuck out her cleavage, which the tiny was caught by, the twins jumping at the impact.

They jiggled away the momentum seconds after the fact. Lucky rested on the line as the swells of the boobs rose to her sides. She wasn't within it but on top of it. Luna grinned above and, in sticking out her chest, exposed it to Celestia.

All so the three could have a conversation.

Luna and Celestia leaned in for their morning kiss—before pulling away and grinning the same.

“Good morning my lovely daughter.” Celestia giggled to herself as she came to sit on the back of her legs, forced to stare into her sister's cleavage. None of them seemed to mind this fact as Luna used the sides of her arms to rub the pair a little. “Did you enjoy sleeping in mommy's underwear? Didn't expect you to get tucked away so deeply in my pussy. Perhaps that was a better room for you?”

Lucky blushed and nodded her head, unable to resist the rubbing of her thighs, having been set on a boob not aiding the hiding of her arousal. The giants laughed to the light jostle throughout their chests.

“Tell me little one,” Celestia continued in rising to return her panties to her crotch. “Did you think we forgot about you a second time during our session?”

Lucky tucked in her lips.

“Relax in that being a one-time affair.” A hand reached into the rack and pulled out the tiny, opening in the sky before the faces. Both of them leaned in for another kiss, a smothering of affection, which proved their intent. “Now then. You're quite messy due to staying in my special place. Perhaps now is the time for us to take our shower?”

Does that mean... time in her cleavage again?

Luna chuckled. “Do you mind if I join you sister?”

Lucky choked.

Celestia giggled.

“You're always welcomed.”

The shower had been different for, instead of being tucked inside the cleavage, the tiny was rolled into a palm—one pressing into the breast of the boob. There the droplets of water raced down and through her frame as well. The tit acted nearly as a cover. Lightly the tiny meshed into the softness of the surface.

It was impossible to comprehend the sexiness of it all. Two women, towering and titanic, standing nude in a shared and foggy chamber. Waterfalls broke across them as they washed only a foot apart. Course that foot was a mile to Lucky. She barely could contain the scene within her view.

Currently. She was pressed into the underside of Celestia's boob, slowly rubbed across its slope. Celestia showered like normal as her hand explored around her chest. It was like feeling it in a new light due to having a tiny caught in the middle of it all.

“Do you mind holding our daughter for the moment sister?” Suddenly the whiteness pulled into the distance as the hand floated away from the mammary. Lucky was held below the chests of the girls, barely able to see over them, to the faces looming above the undulating steam. “Just need to wash up a bit more deeply for a moment.”

Another hand unfurled itself like a coming platform to the palm. Lucky stumbled across the transition from snowy-white to creamy blue, fearful of the smooth hardness that was the underside of fingers—wondering if she would fall through their gaps.

In slowing to the center of Luna's palm, however, Lucky saw over her shoulder. Celestia lifted the free hand to the bottle on the shelf. There a pool of soap collected into her palm. Then the giant began to work it down her body.

“Missing that already?” Luna's voice floated from above and, as Lucky turned to the giant, she was forced to arch and look up. That mighty chest opened before her with the head higher than high above. “Allow your other mom to indulge you.”

The hand didn't slow into its crash to the front of the boob, its center darker than the rest, the hard tit the darkest of them all. The palm drew in circles, slowly and lightly, comforting Lucky. Luna of course moaned from above.

Getting to rub her daughter into her breast must have been a bit of a turn on.

The motion was relaxing and relieved some of the pressure built from the sexual tension. Building warmth due to the steam loosened her tight muscles. Lucky's delightful sigh led to the spreading of her arms and legs, collecting as much as the boob into a hug, clamping to the greatness of it.

Luna cooed. “Now aren't we adorable? Are you enjoying cuddling mommy's boobs? It must be soft and warm and gigantic to you.” Her booming giggles were traced in a devious vibe. “Or maybe you love my boobs for a reason beyond that? Oh well. You're still very dirty from this morning.”

The palm inched away from the boobs and, ever so lightly, its fingers peeled the tiny. Lifting her to the smug expression of the giantess as steam rose in clouds behind her. Those knowing eyes saw through to how horny the girl was. All Luna wanted to do was be a tease.

Lucky expected to be tossed into those lips and trapped within the maw for another game. But instead those lips came to her as the sky was becoming of Luna. Falling onto her back and starting to crawl, it was no use, for the mouth was suspended over her.

The tongue broke free from its cage as it barrelled into freedom. Its moist and heavyweight crashed and slammed onto the tiny, engulfing her, able to make Lucky disappear underneath its size. The bedding of taste buds brushed forward and back, across her frame, over and over, the bumps allowing each stroke to be a unique experience.

Luna closed her eyes and mindlessly lapped at her palm like a dog before a bowl of water. She licked and licked as the dense texture of her tongue continued to lick at the tiny. Slow and sensual ones able to dominate the tiny. Exhausts of warm air born as the woman occasionally exhaled.

That tongue draped and dragged down her front, causing Lucky's boobs to be pressed upon and meshed around, causing her legs to kick—kicking the ceiling of pink with ease. Her thighs fought to wrap around the warm and wet object as it could present a way to end the building arousal.

“Sister dear? What are you doing?”

Luna did a final pass of a lick as her eyes gently rose from the palm to the other standing before her. Lucky also arched into the weight of the tongue, panting and flicking into it, getting licked down by a tongue bath now becoming a new kink for her.

“Giving our Lucky a bath.”

“Is that how you bathe her?” Celestia shook her head and leaned onto a hip as a hand came and was placed there. “Not bad. But it takes too long. Not that our daughter isn't enjoying it. But we're wanting our Lucky to be clean instead of dirty.”

Celesta snatched her from the palm and, holding her before her dripping form for a second, proceeded to let the tiny go. Lucky fell and saw her destination. The mile-long slit appeared with the alabaster mountain-plane rolling out from the crevice. Falling face-first into the cleavage, the jugs bounced at once.

“This is.”

Lucky struggled within the fleshy line as twisting and turning were easier. Everything was soapy and glossed over. Easily she had slid with her waist slipping into the cleavage. The substance caught onto her.

She gazed up to see the grin of the mother gazing down at her; both of her hands came to the sides of her boobs. Celestia started to grind them. Rubbing them up and down, one into the other, shifting the plane.

Inside of her cleavage though, the boobs swung around, pushing Lucky up from the cleavage before swallowing her deeper into it. The chest had a mind of its own as ripples quaked through it like waves in a storm. Every rise of the mammary was met by a crash, the pressure of one forcing her into the other. The soap on them lathered onto the tiny as she was soaked in the stuff.

Lucky was splayed to one boob as the current rose and dropped, one massive orb smacking into her as the other fought back, each grinding into her minuscule frame, crushed by immense softness. She whimpered in flicking her hips into the curved wall, needing release, brought there by the sensual licking from before.

“It looks like you're all nicely soaped up... it's good to know my boobs are good for various things.” Overhead loomed the pair of fingers as they impaled into the cleavage, parting them, pulling out the tiny from deep in-between them. Lucky's thighs rubbed together as a hand was driven into her crotch. That free hand played the tiny boobs so long neglected. “Though it looks like you were enjoying family shower time a bit differently. Have you not finished?”

Lucky shook her head with closed eyes.

“Do you want mommy to help?”

It came with a second and a struggle before a nod came.

Celestia didn't hesitate to rest the tiny on her lips, closing them, allowing the bottom and legs to rest on her tongue. Her tongue snaked to those thighs, allowing them to wrap around her tip, that miniature crotch brushing vertically into it. She winked at the feeling of her daughter surrendering so easily to be pleasured by her mother.

It was time to follow through.

Celestia licked at the iota of a bump that was the slit of her daughter, attempting to part them, the soft tapping on it drawing convulsions from the tiny's spine. Lucky arched from the contact as she came to hug the swell of the upper-lip into her chest. Using that support, she thrust back and forth, attempting to fuck that tongue.

“Hey sister?”

Celestia turned with a tiny out from her mouth only to enjoy a sudden kiss. Luna's mouth opened over the tiny and closed at the middle of it all, reaching those plush lips, trapping Lucky in the joining of their maws. Both of them kissed and made out as the water raced across their naked bodies.

Light had gone dark and moist for Lucky at seeing the darkened-blue lips pass and take her within. Luna's mouth opened in its greatness as Celestia's tongue inched into the territory. While she clung to that, the tongue of this home rose like a serpent behind it.

The smacking of the lips and the muffled crashing of the waterfall echoed inside the joined mouths. Lucky clung to the tongue as the other rose behind her, coming to find her exposed upper-half, licking across it. From tummy to face, its tip playing with her chest. Every time it focused on her face not an inch of it was spared from the love.

And this would be Lucky's fate. No more than a toy as the two sisters made out in a shower stall. Her body was trapped inside their mouths and their kiss, adding to the thrill and the sensations, causing the act to become even sexier. Both of them moaned. Then did so again. A heat building between them as Lucky enjoyed being fucked by both of their tongues.

And in riding her final thrust across the tongue, unleashed a gush of honey across the buds, a lewd expression flooding her face. While the giants continued to kiss, she was inside of it, enduring the battle of the fighting tongues, feeling each maw inching in tilting as the session went on.

Until she collapsed in finally being free.

“Pancakes are the only food worthy of being called pancakes.” Celestia held a piece on an outward turn of a fork, waving it to accentuate her point. She drove it into the maw and chewed in the warm dough, a copious amount of syrup flooding her taste buds. “Especially when they're made right.”

Luna stabbed another piece herself. “I'm convinced your love is anything possessing cake within it. Don't get me wrong. Your ass and chest are plump for that reason.” She laughed and ate the piece. “Though I doubt such language is appropriate for morning breakfast with our daughter.”

Lucky had been sitting on the whiteness that was the outer edge of the saucer of the plate. Looking up to the blurring height of the giantess evoked a shrug. “I've heard worse. And besides. The shower was beyond what's normal for a family.”

Luna held her fork like a surgeon's knife over the tiny, carefully prodding her with a peg, inching her aside. “And how thankful are you for that?”

“V-Very.”

“That's my girl.”

The giants continued their conversations in the sky as they returned to a blurry state. Lucky pushed out a leg and pulled in the other, coming to rest harder on her hands, the previous days playing through her head. Memory was interrupted by a growl of her stomach.

And another played, greatly in the distance, behind a veil of clothing, the stomach hidden by Luna's shirt. She'd stabbed a piece but did not eat it. Once more the two were discussing a rather rebellious student though bearing a good heart. Now was time to risk it for another bite of pancake.

There'd been a piece already cut from the rest. It stretched like an island and its surrounding waters were the thickness of syrup. Lucky's feet wadded through the substance as her shins fought into the current. It was like walking through warm mud.

And when she reached the pancake itself, she collapsed forward, landing on the heated softness, the surface deflating. Lucky buried her face into it, taking a bite, chewing, working into the meal like a mole.

Then lofty and metallic pegs descended from heaven, breaking through the piece and sinking to its depths, finding purchase, the whole lifted into the air. Lucky clambered to the middle of the piece and flipped onto her back, the world blurring and hazing downward, slowing to the reveal of the massive underside of a face.

The piece flew toward those lips as they slowly opened, plush as they were to the whiteness of the teeth behind them. The tongue behind wobbled upward in sensing its treat. Everything about the maw was struck in sinister arousal. That was until the lips flew forward and, in plating themselves in the middle of the piece, delivered a kiss onto Lucky—fighting to take her between the lips.

“Such a unique kink you have, wanting to be nothing more than a piece of food, and forever stored away in my tight little tummy.” Luna's lips pulled back and pulled into a grin. They blew a warm gale over the piece. “If you want to be my breakfast then all you need to do is ask. I wouldn't mind throwing you in a bowl of salad and forgetting you're even there.”

Lucky opened her mouth to speak only for the larger one in the horizon to do the same, the ride staring toward it, the lips growing, maw expanding, the moist and round and humid chamber with echoes like a cave. The piece slid onto the surface of the tongue as the fork retreated out from the lips.

Which shut like a dungeon door.

The tongue rose high before its tip dove low, creating a slope for the piece to slide down, a speed that rolled Lucky off. As the island plopped at the bottom of the maw, the tip of the tongue rose on feeling her slide onto it—rocketing into the ceiling, pinning her there, the tip wiggling from her chest to crotch and all that laid in-between.

Lucky watched as the chunks of pancake shifted like planks on the sea to the side, into the arched lane of teeth waiting, glinting, as the food settled in place. Then they fell and bit and chewed, grinding and rowing, transforming it all into paste. Syrup broke freely as the surface had been broken, cascading down the teeth and pooling underneath them.

Then the cavern tilted backward as the food fell to the throat, Lucky doing the same, but controlled by the tip of the tongue. That mighty gulp was as sweet as it was powerful as everything was swept into that living chamber tunnelled to an abyss.

The tongue relented in its pressure and Lucky fell, which was broken by the tongue laying straight, allowing Lucky to lie forward. The lips in the distance split to reveal light as well as the outside world. That, and the fork holding another piece.

It floated between the lips and its size doubled in its proximity. Hovering overhead like a dripping UFO, the piece leaned and dropped, on top of the tongue, squishing Lucky into the plush surface. The weight was heavy although not unpleasant. Like an immense teddy bear one could barely wiggle out of.

The tongue tilted sideways and plopped to the teeth below. Lucky had been pushing on it, aided by the change in gravity—which was betraying it attempted to pull her too. Her hands caught the top of the tongue, its side tilted upward, sinking into the vertical and bumpy wall.

Hanging for her life, the girl looked down her body, to the teeth below, the bottom rising to crash into the top row. Pieces of food on contact insanely mesh that pooled to the sides. Their power was insane. More so was the fact that Luna was eating her meal with another still in her mouth.

Was that all Lucky was now? As this giantess continued to eat her breakfast, she possessed another in her mouth, allowing her to see all that occurred in eating a meal? To be so close to the action at the risk of being a part of it? Those teeth were as scary as they were sexy.

Then Lucky fell.

Fell onto the firm grounding around the tongue. It reminded her of a mattress on a bed. So far below the tongue above rose like a tidal wave. To the side loomed the teeth and the piles of mesh next to them. All had ceased within the maw.

And Lucky's stomach growled again.

Taking a step not supposed to be dared, she approached the snow-pile of food, finding a piece not fully chewed. Popping it into her mouth, the syrup exploded before melting onto her tongue, a sense of pleasure arising.

She went for another bite and another, moaning and rubbing her tummy, all while the serpent behind her danced. It darted and rolled around her, lifting her like a tentacle wrapped around her waist—slamming her to the ceiling. The tip slid between her legs, causing her thighs to hug its shape, riding her jeans into the fleshy surface.

Luna moaned and moaned during her meal, the dish and experience turned into something special and unique. It was due to the tiny she played with like an appetizer and teased to what Lucky could be reduced to. Only, in every moan, her tongue vibrated, buzzing across the tiny, tingling in-between her legs—pleasure over paradise.

This while the giantess swallowed all that had been inside of her mouth.

And it was only after the meal that a pair of fingers pulled the girl out.

“Mmhmmm! No wonder why everyone has such a fascination in making you their food.” Luna's tongue inched after her retreating form, licking it, an explosion of creamy berry awash on her taste buds. “You are the sweetest addition to the meal. Such a soft packet of deliciousness. How I crave to have that feeling always blossoming in my stomach—trapped away deeply and safely in your mommy as I go about walking and dancing and sometimes patting your little home.”

Lucky was wondering if that had been a question or not.

“As delightful as I would feel looking at your stomach and knowing our daughter was trapped there,” Celestia began to all heads turning to her, who stood from the table, cocking her head to the clock on the wall. “There is still the matter of school for all of us. And we can't let our record do poorly here. Especially after all of this.”

Luna closed her eyes and sighed, nodding all the same, a dread that none wanted to agree with. Her gems sparkled open a second later, though, in flicking to Lucky. “But what of her? Covered in bits of food and lathered in syrup. Surely we can't send her to class like that?”

Lucky stood on the palm only for a shadow to hover. Turning around proved to be too slow as the face had been suspended over her form and, in the next second, dropped over her, the tiny girl shooting into the mouth left open.

Luna pulled back with an arm coming to stick out from between her closed lips. Her confused eyes settled on them at feeling strangeness. With a smirk came a slurp, the limb shooting back in, a satisfied moan echoing. “Mmhmmh! Cawn't we jwust swallow hwer?”

Celestia walked next to the sitting woman and, leaning in for a kiss, slipped a tongue through her lips. Exploring the walls and warming the place, soon they settled on a bump, a figure enjoyable—pulling it into her maw.

She then pulled away having stolen back their daughter in a kiss. “Iw'll twhink of swthin owut.”

Lucky had been passed from mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, booming and echoing moans encompassing her. Wet smacks of supple lips to sisters making out like it were nothing. As she rested on the tongue inside the closed mouth, her legs wrapped around the plush object, a need building within her pussy again.

It had been teased by so much and had released so little.

Celestia stepped out of the car and closed the door in a turn, finding behind her, a student waiting since dawn. Sunset Shimmer leaned against the pole encased in a block, looking one way to another, attempting to look cool, a cover for the nervousness beneath it all.

While I wished the girl of your choice had a bit of a better track record... I think you made a good call on this one, Lucky.

“Oh, uh, hey! Principal Celestia!” Sunset leaned from the pole and rubbed at her throat, still looking around. She couldn't look at her. Was she that much of an intimidating presence to the girlfriend of her daughter? Pride swelled in her chest to finally be engaged in a parental activity. “Sorry I'm late—I mean early. Early. Is Lucky here? Or I mean in you?”

Sunset blinked and waved her hands like a fired gun was in her hands and a body somehow landed before her feet. “On you! I mean on you! She wouldn't be in you of course! Maybe in that purse or.”

Celestia lifted her tongue to her cheek, allowing the candy she'd been sucking on to dip into the crevice. Now she could speak. “Good morning to you as well, Sunset. I hope you didn't wait too long. Unfortunately Lucky isn't feeling all that well today. So we're going to let her miss a class or two this morning.”

Sunset slumped. “Ah. I see.”

Celestia smiled and strode toward the girl, a hand landing on her shoulder, finally the turn to be kind. “But you're more than welcome to visit her after school. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. Sometimes a day without someone causes you to realize how grateful you are for them.”

Sunset sighed but smiled all the same. “I guess that's true.”

“But run off to class now.” Celestia nodded. “Lucky will need your notes and any homework to make up for today. The more you take, the longer you'll have to spend together.” Celestia then headed in the direction of her office. “Have a good day now Sunset.”

“Right! Er, t-thank you!”

Sunset saluted without needing to, fleeing the scene afterward, leaving her motorcycle with the key left in the ignition. It wouldn't be an issue as none else knew how to ride. But it spoke to the power Celestia had to those in Lucky's life. It made her feel like a proper mom, someone personal and real.

Instead of some principal, important to the work, but to no one else.

Maybe I could show her a few tricks on that bike of hers to mellow the playing ground a little. Celestia's tongue dove to the side and pulled out her treat, returning to licking across the naked jawbreaker. Its surface never ceased its sweet taste of candy. I wonder if Lucky has gotten to ride with her at all? Little cage of a necklace between that wonderful and sunny chest. That would be an interesting experience for her.

The hallway was packed with students flooding to their class, all with Celestia cutting through the wave, towering over them all. She was towering to more people than Lucky. Thankfully she was able to make it to her office with ease in this regard.

Celestia opened the door and let it click into a close behind her. She sighed in her mouth and blushed at the warmth that would flush there. Going to the wall to hang up her coat, she walked passed the mirror, stopping a step afterward, coming to take it back.

She admired herself in the glass. The delicate face of a late twenty as a cougar was depicted in the reflection. Though that wasn't the center of her focus. Rather than leaning in close, she pulled from the other, the inside of her maw revealed, the moist cave where the tiny one rested.

Celestia looked into her mouth through the glass as her eyes inched lower in so doing, seeing the speck on the sea of the tongue, naked and resting on her ass, the spreading of her legs exposing the dot supposed to be her daughter's pussy.

Spittle dripped in bloated vines from the ceiling of the cavern, one strand collapsing and smacking onto the tiny, who wiggled on through it, her hands rubbing the substance over her breasts, which became glossy as a result, the heated spit a wonderful agent to be rubbed into her groin.

My little daughter is touching herself as she keeps stuck in my mouth.

Celestia chuckled as the vibration broke through the cell, an undulating raising and lowering the tiny, who had a hand kneading at a boob, the other tracing the length of her slit. Her eyes blinked to the view. Seeing the lips encompassing the entrance to her prison serving as a frame to the view of the beyond.

Of the massive face in the sprawling glass, how vastly it existed in the space, and how Lucky was inside of it, trapped deep within. Reaching from her hand from her breast to her reflection in the glass, Lucky saw the lips suddenly closed, trapping her in the dim confinement.

Celestia rounded her desk and took a seat, ensuring to keep to the subtle tilting of her tongue, granting a ride to the little one getting high. Opening her laptop and signing in to her word processes she decided to be dirty. Time to try a new tactic.

While the woman continued work on the document, teasing the candy inside of her mouth, within there, the small one had given up on shame. Lucky laid on her stomach and hugged the topmost section of the tongue like a body pillow. The soft texture gave way to a coarse surface.

Her thighs wedged the plushness into the slot between her legs, which she grinded forward and back on, the length of the wetness a tingly delight, the feeling of her slit being abused driving euphoria through the mind.

Her boobs were loose on the surface, dragged and meshed forward and back, the crashing of spit far below like distant crashing of waves in a sea. There was dripping afar. Little moans, vibrating that tongue and turning her on.

Lucky had never felt like this before. So horny in the mouth of her mother and needing to be fucked. Her naughty little pussy grinding across the plushness of the surface and rolling on the sudden buds of taste buds. One a plump one she had settled on, thrusting on the bump, arching herself up, her naked body now glossed in spit—the air, inhaled, born from her mother.

And the view was rolling in roundness due to the curvature of the mouth, the chompers in the distance like marble pillars. The distant and large lips, sealing doors to her new home, were shifting, subtly, into the other. Lightness of the grinding that was teasing that Lucky was inside another living thing.

Lucky didn't care as sight turned her on, dropping onto the spot and hugging the tongue, humping the area for all it was worth. She didn't care even if those lips opened to reveal the dirty daughter fucking mommy's tongue for all it was worth. Pounding her pussy harder and quicker to increase the pleasure rocking between her hips. She needed to finish.

Without warning, the tongue ascended, into the ceiling of the maw, firm in little curves. Lucky groaned at feeling her ass, not teased for so long, compressing from the pressure into it. As the tongue flicked forward, the tiny thrust back, the ground racing double across her cunt, drawing an explosion of lewdness from the girl's expression.

In the coming orgasm weakening Lucky's hold, the tongue stabbed into the ground of the maw, the impact wobbled across the slender titan, the jostle rocking her free. Falling into a crashing roll through a puddle of spit, she stopped when her back hit a wall. Looking up revealed the skyscrapers that were the two front teeth.

“N-Nnggmhmm!” Lucky groaned and rolled her head as her butt rubbed on the ground, her legs spread and propped as to expose below. Already she wanted pleasure to end, and now it would, except not in the way desired. “Mooooooom!”

Deeper into the darkness of the cave was the serpent coming to snake upward, towering ever higher, a predator delighted in its finding of a mouse. Inside the mouth of a woman typing on her computer, existed another world, one where such a scenario could even occur.

And that, in of itself, was intensely sexy.

Soon came the fleshy snake as Lucky turned her head and cast her arms before her face. Wrong call as the tongue instead poked, with all its thickness, between her legs. Lucky squealed and closed them at once. But that was the predator's desire. It pushed through the softness of the thighs and buried itself between them, coming to be lodged onto the miniature cunt—focusing all of it onto that little thing.

Lucky cried out in a squeal as the density that was the tip of the tongue had spread her legs, far and then further, something so large never having settled there before. The heat alone was enough to draw thrusts into the beasts. Its wetness slipped hotness between the folds and caused the inside walls to burn.

But the tongue became a happy puppy as it happily lapped away at the tight little pussy, over and over, sometimes jabbing into the spot, causing the rest of the body to cling forward at once. Lucky clung to its front and rolled her hips over it, humping in abandon, herself now a dog in heat, thrusting in hoping for the pleasure to get better.

And it did, reaching its apex, its thrusts now blurs, distant moans vibrating through the tongue, doubling the pleasure, a feeling too good to be true. Warm honey exploded from within and came cascading out as Lucky jerked slower, enjoying the lingering pleasure... before collapsing onto herself.

Now she was clean.

In both her body and the lust having stolen her.

Drowsiness struck. It came with seconds at a time for her limbs to disentangle from the fleshy bear now cuddled into her. Lucky did the same in resting back, pulling the tongue over her body, like a heavy blanket, her way of pillow-talk with the tongue of the mother that had helped get her off.

Some time had passed and none could tell how long; slumber had stolen the little one for a nap. Shifting into life, the vastness of the maw, the back of it, loomed before Lucky. Over and tucked into her curves was the tongue of her mom, now lax, inching back and forth, helping cradle her into sleep.

But on feeling the moving of the tiny caused light to shine into the relaxed cavern. Fingers dipped in and pulled her out. Lucky missed it. That warm and dim place, safe and composed in the security of her mother. Already she crawled into a ball on the bump on one of the fingers.

Celestia must have cooed from above as another finger came, a gentle scratch to the back of her head, wishing her well. The giantess turned to look at the clock for it to summon a sigh. Lightly was how she whispered. “I hope you enjoyed yourself little one. It looks like you needed the sleep. Maybe our first few days were a bit more adventurous than they needed to be.”

Lucky nuzzled the skin of the finger and nearly purred on so doing. “I... enjoyed... it...”

Titanic and lips, a subtle hue of pink, came in and kissed her. “I know, my little one. You may miss the rest of school today to sleep.” Her other hand reached to the front of her outfit, the buttons the size of vaults, pushed through their slits, losing the tension in the surrounding tight fabric. “Unfortunately there are several meetings that mommy has to attend and she must speak through them. So no more slumbering in my mouth little one.”

Lucky barely rose her head from the finger, a patch of frizzled hair cast over an eye, everything an appearance of total adorableness. One eye kept close and the other struggled to open. Her hand rubbed at the other, sleepily, to coax it into life. “D-Does that mean you're going to leave me?”

“Never darling.” Celestia's mountains became less defined through the top as the article slipped to the sides of the pair. Beneath was a black lacy bra as each cup encompassed a dome to the largest stadium. “The problem is finding the safest place to keep you on mommy for your nap. I'll be sitting so you can't be back there. My panties would be a nice and warm cot for you to sleep in—but we can't risk what happened this morning during a meeting.”

Lucky dropped to the finger again, snuggling it, looking out to the field of sloping boobies. “So I'm going to be in there again?”

“Yes... but not in the usual spot.” The finger glided over the mountain range to its front, where the other set of fingers slipped beneath the brim of a cup. It pulled back, exposing the boobs that was until exposing the dusky interior of the dome. “My boobs would grind into you too much in my cleavage. Plus I don't want any risk of you slipping out. So you'll be tucked in here instead.”

The finger dove into the opening and stopped over the edge of the boob, where the heated cup had been leaned back, a bowl of dense ebony. It radiated warmth as the mountain it held incessantly generated heat. It seemed like the place for the sleepy daughter to be.

“You haven't gotten to go inside the cup of a bra of mine yet.” Celestia smiled from above as the finger entered the dome, the light gone dim from inside the shirt—now entering darkness inside the cup. The padding was thick enough to blot out light as though it was blackout blinds. “It'll be nice and safe and warm. My boobs are incredibly soft so as to not crush you while you're in there. You'll be able to lie back and sleep. Maybe even hear my heartbeat.”

Lucky was laid back on the bottom curvature of the dome as the finger had slid her off, which she had subconsciously reached out for, both hands grabbing the nail, yanking on it, drawing a coo from the giant. She rubbed the cheek of her giant before the finger retreated into the eclipse over the dimly-cast mountain.

Soon the hand was out of view.

Light dimmed as the dome of ebony pulled into the massive sphere of white, the voluminous flesh collecting into the space, its center prominent in view. Lucky slid a little as the cup then conformed into the greatness of the boob. Above her was the tower. One of smooth skin and subtle hardness.

Its tapered end had stabbed below her, coming up as the cup fastened, a perch for the tiny to snuggle into. Warm was the surface and plush was the substance. Enough of a sink to convey a feeling of a bed with the essence below hard as to offer solid bedding. Celestia's sprawling nipple now a body pillow for Lucky to snuggle with. Cheek pressed into it, she nuzzled it, as the heat of the boob warmed the cup—which kept everything within.

As beyond that cup and top, in the world that was normal, none would look at the woman with the knowledge of the world inside her chest. Of that cottage aesthetic within the cup of her bra that served as a cot for the small one. Rather it was their intimate secret.

And it made that ordinary world more extraordinary due to this minuscule change.

Sleep ceased to be consistent as transitions sleeping and waking had been smoothly hazy, a dip into consciousnesses to be aware of the curved world inside this dome of a bra, a blurry mountain around her, the world continuing outside of her.

Sound muffled through the density of the massive outfit and the dimness remained within the zone. The light clacking of steps came with rises and drops of the dough hill composed of white. None of it fazed Lucky. She was close to her mom, set to the place next to her heart and, within this place, she felt protected.

And hungry.

Lucky swayed her head upward as the rest of her frame was draped across the length of the rolling tit. Outside boomed the muffled voices of strangers as her mother must have been at a meeting. Below the tit had clumped up the immense softness like a sea flattening and then rising from the compression.

Celestia was resting her chest on the table, leaning into it, no doubt meaning she was bored.

Thoughts and feelings and the process of anything were barren to the tiny as the rumblings of her tummy echoed louder from her tummy. It was funny. She'd been a snack for everyone. Not a stomach her smallness hadn't been tossed inside. Yet here she was. Left to being hungry.

One of these days... I'll grow big... and nom everyone that nomed me.

Her body crawled to the tip of the tit as her actions proceeded on instinct alone. In hugging and snuggling into the end, an opening of her mouth saw to the closing of her eyes. She giggled without purpose as her mouth pushed into the nipple.

It was smooth and harder with a touch of softness on the surface; the tip composed the entirety of her mouth leaving no space to spare. Her lips struggled to keep on the heated skin, in love with rubbing back and forth, kissing and sucking, a subconscious expectation in mind.

Celestia sat at the round table with boredom on her face and ears taking words as mere sounds. Jolts from her chest shocked tickled across her spine. Shivering in place, her chin tilted down, eyes on her left breast—a noticeable swell bulging on the fabric.

Her teeth tugged on her inner lip with eyes fighting from rolling in relief. Softness compressed wrapped around her nipple and brushed it with teases. Warmth barrelled within as tension built. The hinting to a release different from the rest.

The inside of the cup saw the deepening of love from girl to the object. It wasn't lustful as the sucking and suckling were born from genuine intentions. The continuous work caused the scene to change. As she continued her efforts, arms and legs rubbing back and forth, hands explored every case on the shaft holding her—a glow emitted from within her body.

Seconds later saw that light seeping into the mountainous boob, a jostle throughout as a result, a change, fundamentally, inside its greatness. Dams of tensions broke within as its essence pooled forward. That substance funnelled and concentrated into the nipple itself. Its tip saw the release of the production.

Milk.

Lucky moaned and her body relaxed at the taste of the first splash. Kicking feet and restless arms settled into a hold on the length of the flicking tower as it produced her cravings. The milk was thick and tasty with a tinge of cream to supplement it all. It pooled into her stomach in filling gulps. Her sucks had slowed and her head lowered as peace from drinking from her mother's boob had finally brought rest to the girl.

Outside of the dome of the bra and beyond the top itself, however, a blush couldn't fade from Celesta's cheeks. Tensions built and swirled and tickled the inside of mammary before releasing in a stream of heightened pleasure. She rode the high in using her might to not compose a sound.

An extra breath was her give away.

None else at the table noticed as her sounds were covered by the occasional cough at the table. The teachers droned on their subjects and were too invested in their apparent anger at those subjects to notice the difference in Celestia. She'd never been happier to be more unimportant in her life.

But that still left the little one and those tiny, tickling, delicious sucks on her tit. The size of the girl ceased to matter with lips brushing back and forth and a mouth set on her tip. An itty-bitty tongue swirled around what it could and all those divine tickles forced Celestia to kick a leg into the table.

Which, once more, was ignored.

Celestia gazed down at the mass of her left breast on the table and, seeing across the table to no returned looks, scooted an elbow into her boob. It sunk into the plushness of the side and filled out more at the front as a result. That should have been a cue for the little one to stop.

But served to help more of the tit into Lucky's mouth.

She's not going to stop. Not at least until she's full. Celestia's eye narrowed in thought about that idea. How did she manage to get milk? I've never been pregnant in my life. Perhaps magic? Strangeness is the policy for this school as of late. Maybe... maybe this isn't so bad.

Celestia smiled as she looked down the curve that was the front of her top. Drink up from mommy, Lucky, and then have yourself a nice nap. Goodness knows you'll need it for tonight. Just let your big mommy Celestia do everything she needs for you. Suck from my nipple as much milk as you like. I'll produce anything you need.

Content with that thought, the mother continued through the meeting, breastfeeding her daughter, a privilege never thought to be experienced—especially with adoption and with one Lucky's age. But the apparent weirdness of their overall situation allowed their relationship to experience an intimate depth not possible in an ordinary situation.

And all parties, it seemed, were thankful for it.

The door of the office squeaked behind her—followed by the click of a lock—as her fingers already pushed the buttons of her top into their slots. Celestia rounded her table with arms raised and hands deciding behind her shoulders. With a push on the strap, the whole came loose, her hands holding the sides.

Celestia lowered the front of her bra as it dropped from the front of her boobs. In none of the heated cups was the daughter evoking that tickling feeling. Rather it was still there. Pulling her eyes back from inside of the cup, there, in the naked glory of the exposed boobs, on the pink and erect tit—was Lucky.

Lying forward and keeping still, sucking on the tip of the tit, each pull weaker than the previous. Obviously she'd been hungry and was close to filling her stomach with the creations of her mother. Not wanting to ruin such a precious and intimate moment, Celestia smiled, slipping her finger underneath the tiny, which she clung to.

But in being pulled from the tit, the tiny groaned, swinging her arms for the tit.

“Don't you worry dear.” Celestia brought her fingers together to cradle the little one, rise back to the tit. The easier access allowed Lucky to leaned into it, nothing stopping her from sucking on the tit, the last sucks now powerful. “Take as much as you need. You're making your mommy feel so good with this. Just a little more. You can do this.”

Celestia couldn't deny the tickles of the sucks from the tip of her tit and how it caused the rest of her plush mountain to jostle in response. Her other hand draped the bra over her shoulder to free her fingers. Each came to Lucky, floating around her, stroking her in spots. Everything to bring her closer to comfort as her index finger tapped and patted on her back.

Until the tiny pulled away from the boob, falling into the cradle as she tucked into herself, full and content—ready for a nap. Celestia smiled in bringing her in for a kiss. Then in depositing her into the cup of her bra, she slipped the article back on, fastening it on her back, feeling the tiny become pressed to the bottom of her breast.

Content to know she would be safe there, the principal continued with her day, as the mother continued to supply for her daughter's needs during it. She buttoned up her shirt and sat down on the chair. Would life continue to be like this?

She certifiably hoped so.

Lucky blinked into existence into a place that, despite the dimness and warmth, golden rays of light shone in. Above her curved plushness serving as the greatest blanket ever to be made. On her back was the bed itself, the velvet texture of a cup, sloping up, that was her bed.

And her wiggling had tickled the massive boob she'd roomed with.

“What's this? Is my little one finally awake?” Above came the parting of the sky and the blinding of light. Lucky turned her head and fished a hand to block the oppressiveness. Between her fingers, though, she watched white fingers coming toward her. “After sleeping throughout the whole day? Now let's get a good look at you sweetie.”

The twin fingers came and wrapped around her gently, pulled upward from the cup, the girth of the slender objects parting the bra from the mountain. The fabric slipped back into place as the fingers broke the surface and hovered into the sky.

And before the massive face of her mother, a sprawling white face and waterfall of hair cast over an eye. The one there was narrowed, playfully, a knowing expression born out of bliss. Celestia seemed to be in a teasing mood today. “How did you sleep today little one? Did you do so better when tucked inside my bra?”

“Uh... um...”

“Perhaps I should bring you to my closet before I start to change,” Celestia began as the corner of her lips clumped from the growing smirk. “Let you look at all my clothing. You could choose what bra I would wear—seeing as how that would be your home for the day.”

Lucky swallowed and dared to say nothing.

“But that's another prospect for another time my sleeping doll.” Lucky was pulled into the plushness of lips as they washed over her in a splash. Quick and loving and only a second to return the gesture. Then she was pulled back. “You woke up nearly in time for dinner. Surely that little tummy of yours will be hungry after all of that sleeping.”

Celestia's face retreated into the distance and returned to its full scale as winds, soft and warm, rose around Lucky. She was lowered to the round and wooden expanse of the table, which she was gently placed on, the fingers holding her then floating away once done.

Lucky stood at the curved edge of the table and into the blurry horizon, one marked by the rolling hills of denim, the supple ass of her other mother, swinging and twisting, keeping to before the stove. Above and over the perch of the shoulder teased the turn of the giant's head. The knowing eye came to gaze on the tiny.

“Oh? Is my little snack finally awake?” The bulking dial to the stove found itself turned by a pair of fingers, the giant turning as she did so, a total gaze set on the table. “Did you enjoy your day today? Pleasured or sleeping with a mix of the two.” She giggled upon strolling over, rumbles thundering, the ground vibrating. “Given a bath by my tongue... nearly swallowed with the rest of my breakfast... all that food misses you by the way.”

Luna's stomach stole the horizon as its tautness composed it, a slender building in its own right, a hand dropping to the exposed area. It rubbed circles as her hips flicked in place, a dance to the tummy, allowing the tiny to see everything missed on the inside. “You could have been in here with it. How my belly misses you in it.”

The giant lowered in the distance, that width of a belly now disappearing beneath the corner of the table, the subtle mountains of her chest blurring downward as well, all slowing as Luna's chin pressed into the table.

“It's not too late to join the rest of the food in the belly you like so much.” Luna's tone and mountainous face dashed forward with parted lips, her tongue, the density of a waterfall, casting a whipping lick on the tiny. “It wants you still. All you have to do is walk-in. Climb right into your mommy's mouth.”

The tongue smacked into Lucky with all its plushness and she feared, for a moment, of it collecting and slurping her inside to the depths from whence it came. But rather it only caused her to stumble backward as it retreated. In looking after it, though, another sight was revealed.

Lucky looked into the distance where the face of her mother hovered, only this time, her mouth was open. The supple and midnight blue of her bottom lip rested on the wood, and from within, the tip of the tongue came floating out.

It passed over the lip and settled on the table, resting like a waterbed, leading upward into the interior of the maw. White teeth stood in towering rows curving back into the maw. Above the bunched cheeks were the gigantic eyes of the woman. Both a low blue as they looked onto the prey. Gentle and kind were they—also possessing a sinister intent behind them.

Lucky was smitten. Unable to follow through in self-desperation as the weakness of her legs found strength in being called to such a place. It was giving in to a game she didn't want to play. Already she knew she would be devoured. Guessing the time or how it would happen evoked tension within her.

To climb onto that tongue, brought and trapped into that maw, allowing the giant predator to do as it wished—at least the game would end. Lucky slowed before the cliff of the tongue and hopped in place, catching and sinking into the front of the beast, enough give to its surface as to sink into.

It allowed her to climb up, by only a few feet, until reaching the edge of the top. Throwing herself over it revealed what loomed on the other side. The lips were still blurred as were the cheeks to the sides of it. The eyes roamed high above and required a craned neck to see. But Lucky didn't care. On lying back on the center of the tongue, she felt it lift, a malleable platform of its right, one retreating behind the parted lips.

Lucky gazed to the sky on her back to find it composed of the face of Luna, the protrusion of the soft nose joined by the pools of eyes on either side. Both of them were slightly narrowed in pleasure as the corners of the parted lips bunched the best they could into a smirk.

Light transitioned into moist warmth as the world became that of the one inside Luna's mouth. The view of the outside was contained between the pair of lips inching closer by the second. Through them loomed the face of another, Celestia, waving and winking to the tiny.

Until a supple and subtle clap sounded from the lips as they closed. The tongue kept raised into the biome, tilted down and curving around the center, which became a bit of a pit, all to comfort the tiny resting on it. The interior of the maw would serve as decorations to a warm and fleshy room composed in love for her.

Lucky's eyes pinched closed in the desire to sleep again and, if she wasn't careful, she would do exactly that—and not wake up in the same place.

It didn't take long for dinner to be ready as the duo selected a simple meal. Nothing could beat the college days of noodles done to endless variations. Both girls sat at the table and enjoyed their bowls. Luna was sure to take only a few, skipping the drinking of water, for she did not eat alone.

Her lips opened to receive the next piece of her meal and, in the opening, peeked the little one standing on the top of her bottom teeth. Lucky crossed her arms on the lip as the upper-one rose out of view. Chopsticks brought in the noodles the size of cable-beams on a bridge. Already she could feel her hunger rising.

As the noodle dangled outside of the prison, the tiny crawled onto the bottom lip, fighting to balance atop it. Seeing the noodle still for a second, she leapt onto it, clinging to it like a pole and climbing up it. The eyes behind and above watched the speck scale the noodle. Luna chuckled and smiled.

“You're not getting out of this one.” Luna opened her mouth as widely as possible in tilting back her head, threatening the imposing view of her maw, which awaited the tiny again. It dashed up, over the noodle, casting it and her into the depths of Luna again. “Mmmhmm!”

Lucky tightly held onto the noodle as it whipped from side to side, inches from each side of the rows of teeth, each time attempting to break her grip. Lips feet away then closed at the half-point, strong enough to sever the tasty rope. Lucky fell and screamed until the plushness of her landing had broken her fall.

That tongue, inching up, to catch her, inching back down afterward.

Lucky sat up to the rolling of her head. Thankfully the noodle rolled around her, clumped on itself, as a large portion now belonged to her. Before her revealed the opening of the mouth, noodles on noodles tucked into the sides of the maw. The lips closed, the teeth chewed, all leaving Lucky safe and alleviated at the center of it all.

With a smile was how she picked up the severed end of her noodle, eating from it, a proper having of food that wasn't liquid-based. From the sides splashed the sauces of the bowl. Tasty clumps of red dashed over her skin. She didn't mind.

And, how moments afterward, the tip of the tongue started lapping at Lucky—Luna didn't seem to mind either.

Lucky had been expecting to be swallowed once the meal was done, however, as everything was swallowed back—and her belly filled as well—she found that not to be the case. In fact the head possessing her leaned forward, a tumble to the back of the lips following, each parting, which caused Lucky to fall onto the table.

Luna leaned back from the place and returned to her seat in the distance, a hand wiping her lips, the blushes on her cheeks speaking of her enjoyment. “I must say you add a delightful blend to any dish Lucky; sauces coat you rather too easily. I'm not sure if I want to suck on you or lick every little place it collected to.” She giggled. “Or maybe I should swallow your tastiness whole.”

The giant leaned back in her seat and patted her belly, a slow drawing of circles, eyes resting upward in pleasure. “Rolling you in blends and testing how every flavor tastes on you. Getting to lick every inch on that body of yours. Between those legs and in-between the divot on your derriere. So many activities left to do.”

Lucky stepped forward to protest that. It wasn't due to any real rejection of those notions. Rather it felt wrong to give up without a fight. That, somehow, giving a fake and small refusal would allow her to enjoy the guilty pleasures without all that much guilt.

Before any words could escape her, however, a pillar of white slammed in the area before it. The white finger cast light winds and, as Lucky stepped back from it, another finger slammed behind her. Before she could look to it, both slid in together, catching her in the middle, pinning the poor girl.

Lucky looked behind her to see Celestia leaning her head into a propped hand, a face bemused with the setting. Sure that she had her, the fingers pinched at Lucky's top, a pull up, revealing the miniature bra underneath.

Then those fingertips came lightly on her hips, a tug down unable to be fought, the pulling of her pants the result. Her undies of white became exposed. Mounds peeked through the fabric with a dash of wetness to them. Thankfully it was all too small to be seen.

“E-Erm.” Lucky swallowed upon gazing into the distant and rising mountain of slenderness that was her mother. “Mom? What are you doing?”

“Undressing you silly,” Celestia remarked. “Getting clothes your size is a hard find. Besides you're all dirty again! All because of the way that naughty sister of mine likes to get dirty.” With expert precision was how those nails clicked the strap of the bra, which fell forward. “But don't you worry. I'm nothing but clean. Let your mommy help you be the same.”

The underwear was an easy pull down.

Lucky felt horrible naked at being stripped down by her mother, small but supple ass exposed, everything she didn't think much of herself—but greatly in others—now revealed. Celestia sat up in enjoyment of the sight as her fingers pinched at the waist of her daughter.

And Luna watched from afar in amusement.

Lucky wasn't sure how to feel as she was held by the hips, the rest of her body leaning down, her butt flogged in the air. Heat kissed her cheeks as titanic lips did the same to her bottom. Before she could think to cry it out, the fingers deposited her on an open palm. Her plush rear sunk into the skin of the palm, it dragging back as she crawled the same—right onto the balls of the knuckles to the hand.

Lucky leaned back into one of the curled fingers, it slender and round like a tree, coming to look up, seeing its tip above. In the sky loomed Celestia's face. It looked at her hungrily. Its eyes closed and size zoomed in, everything coming close, that vast tongue peeking between her lips.

It then cast on the daughter.

“M-Mom! Heheh! Mom stop it!” Lucky fought with her hands to push on the heft of the tongue as it slapped down on her, rubbing back and forth, collecting the remaining paste on her skin. Each taste bud rolled over her skin pleasantly as though it were all massages. The plush weight of it on her was enjoyable. “Hehehe! It tickles!”

What could be done? Nothing as the river that was the tongue continued to slap on her. Distant breathing washed warm breaths over the tiny as massive eyes watched above. Obviously Celestia was enjoying this as well as every tasting evoked a moan from her.

The tongue changed its attempts in every regard. First it would lay over the tiny like the thickest blanket, pushing back and forth, rolling over her. Other times it would rise and its tip would jab into her center, flicking in every direction, tickles everywhere—meaning more in certain places.

Once the job was done, though, and the skin cleaned by the tongue bath—Celestia's tongue pulled back. Lucky was left on her back, barely propped up, a gaze lost into the distance. A massive eye swam into the view and its greatness narrowed in seeing the clean girl.

“I think we've all had enough fun at the dinner table,” Celestia's voice sounded from below the hand as her eye remained the only thing in view. “Shall we all return to the bedroom? Don't you two worry.” Her eyes grinned much like her lips were doing far below. “We don't have to go to bed straight away.”

The damnedarousal never changed in being set on that counter, the wooden bedside-table sprawling like a field, a goddess of white towering afar like the holy beacon she was. Leaning forward while fingers tugged down her underwear.

Bunched cheeks wobbled away in freedom as the fabric slid down the pillars that were her legs. Lucky and swallowed back as a curved shadow settled over her. Above in the place of clouds was the titanic ass of her mother; the divide between a touch spread due to her post.

From in-between the joining arches of the towering legs, the figure leaned beyond the horizon, the pair of mountains hung loosely from her chest. Celestia's face was upside down as her hair sprawled everywhere. Her eye caught in surprise on the pained look on the tiny.

Until the answer became easily apparent.

Celesta rose as her hips tucked in again. Turning and kicking her underwear aside, she strolled a step to the tiny, sweeping a hand into Lucky and lifting her like a doll. Bringing her close to her face, she smiled, easily amused. “My apologies for the unintentional show. But usually mommies don't have to worry about their daughter getting attracted.”

Lucky wiggled inside the curled grip, unable to free her arms from her sides, her shoulders rising and roping to no avail. Knowing her strength could never rival a giant, she ceased, trusting in her next weapon. “Um... a nice booty is a nice booty?”

“Is this what you've done for most of your life? Talk yourself out of most situations? It's cute to know my daughter has a mouth capable of saving her life.” Celestia smiled and it was genuine. “But family is family because they understand and comply no matter what. We're all a strange bunch. All we can do is help each other with that strangeness.”

Lucky nodded and swallowed and some other third thing. “R-Right.”

“So would you like some help with that?”

“H-Help with what?”

“The very thing causing my lower fingers to be sticky.”

Lucky hadn't realized it due to the sudden ascension but, as the strong and long fingers wrapped around her, a slender pressure always certain... the pleasure was something else. There was a joy in being held, unable to beat a grip, the pressure of its existence always on her. Little squeezes reaffirmed her state. Wiggling out to no avail. Being held, pinned even, was a kink.

“Y-Yes.” Lucky lowered her head as a blush rose across it. “I need your help with this. Please.”

Suddenly the hand rose into the sky that was the ceiling. Two fingers pinched at Lucky's side as the rest of the hand unrolled from around her. She swallowed her heart and brought her legs to her chest as the sight below. Lucky was used to be held high above the ground.

But being held above the giants themselves was a different experience.

Celestia's body loomed below as it was the first time she looked down at the nude giantess. The white mountains rested comfortably at her chest as the rest of her lithe figure blurred into the haze caused by distance.

Soon the giantess tilted back her head, lips parting to reveal the maw looking normal-sized due to distance. Lucky blinked at feeling the fingers slip from her sides. Was Celestia going to drop her in from this height?

“M-Mom? Are you sure this is—“

The fingers had slipped and the winds had begun, a swirling of terribleness inside Lucky's stomach, the view of the maw below now larger the closer she drew. The tongue within barreled out to catch her, the tiny sinking into the plushness as it fell with her—the two falling into the mouth.

Lucky was slammed back on the surface of the tongue, rolling until catching on her front, sliding across the smoothness of flesh. Before catching her breath was when the tongue pushed her forward—before yanking back at the last second.

The tiny flew across the maw and between the teeth, a crash into the bottom lip, bouncing twice. Her head wiggled up as the other lip crashed down. Caught between the plush pair, she wiggled again, a hopeless fight, as something snuck between her legs.

Lucky's hands sunk into the bottom lip as her frame twisted the best it could, starting up into the slice of eyes above. Each looked down at her and, in so doing, the mouth slurped her inches deeper. Before she could question why—something warm and thick and wet crashed pleasantly into her crotch.

And her thighs clamped around it. Euphoria stole her expression as her eyes closed to indulge in it. Her bottom backed into the tip as it pushed ever harder forward. Little rolls of the hips to feel circles on her slit. Crashing of thuds sounded from afar as a shadow passed onto the tiny.

Lucky had been draped on the bottom lip at a curve, her cheek submerged inches into the softness, riding the high of the pleasure behind her. But the pleasure caused her to glance up. Massive blue breasts loomed afar and rose to the width of a collarbone. Lowering into its place, however, was the giant head of her other mother.

“I hope you don't mind, Lucky,” Luna began while licking her lips, “but I would like to help in this endeavour if I could.”

Nothing could be seen beyond the massive lips shooting inward. Lucky barely could throw up her hands before the pair crashed, two against two, one caught in the middle. Both giants moaned at the contact as the kiss turned passionate. Each meshed their lips on the other, waves on the surfaces which Lucky rode out. Pushed out and pressed in. Inched up then thrown down. Wet locks breaking above the moans of the girls.

Lucky couldn't fight the heat beginning to swirl in her pussy. Both giants sat on the bed, on the back of their legs, making out and without care. Their kisses on the other targeted the tiny, each trying to envelop the small one in their love. This while a tongue kept locked and flicking into her pussy.

Luna must have not been wanting to be left out for long as, seconds after their kissing, her lips nibbled on Lucky. Seconds saw her inhaling the little one into her maw. Lucky barely rolled onto the tongue of the familiar cave until something crashed into the entrance, parting the doors.

She looked over to see the tip of another tongue fighting to get in. Despite the lips firmly shut, it snugged in, wiggling into freedom inside of the maw. It rose over the tiny like a tidal wave and crashed without hesitance. It pulled back to reclaim her. Luna's did the same and, as the two parted, the tiny fell in the middle.

Lucky tumbled down the front of the mouth and crashed into the back of the bottom teeth, a slide down their curve. She came to rest at tier base as the tongues above fought like giant serpents. Their tips crashing together, one rounding the other to slap and jab on its surface. This was a war for dominance.

In realizing their treat was no longer between them, however, both tongues inched away. Seconds passed until they started downward. On the outside, the two had their faces pressed together, invested in a kiss. But here, inside of it, their tongues were sentient things. Things barely of scale to the tiny reflecting the giant they belonged to.

And both of them dashed to her, each on a side, pushing in, the pressure lifting Lucky from the ground. Two fleshy tongues crashing and pressing and searching across her body. One flattening over her ass and toying in the places sensitive there.

Another gently smacked into her boobs, the feeling of them bunched a pleasure in their own right. The side of her tongue had slid between her legs, over the front of her body, and parted her boobs as it snaked between them. The feeling was wonderful as both lengths worked on both of her sides.

She could feel the swirling in her pussy nearly ready to start crashing outward.

Lucky hugged a tongue as the other kept working on her. She didn't know whose it was. Only she needed to hold and hug and rub up and down it, a plush and fleshly pole, one she needed to work. Behind the other tongue did the same on her, every attempt to strip her away, wiggling in-between her and the tongue.

The sisters changed their tactics as the sounds of them shifting were muffled through the cheeks. One of the tongues had laid back, not admitting defeat, as the other came atop it. It wiped Lucky on its surface before slamming down on her again, wiggling around, dominating her completely.

Then the tongue lifted and retreated into the distance, leaving the girl breathless, covered in spit and warmed by the space. Unable to sit up, the other tongue shot forward, into the mouth of the other, a return to battle. Each crashed and slapped into the other, fighting to get the tired one, the battle changing from maw to maw.

Lucky couldn't see her surroundings. Only the pleasure being applied. The leathery tongues rubbing over her skin, compressing on her softness, light jabs in the places that counted. She flicked her hips once able. Something was always between it.

And just as she was close to finishing.

The mouths broke away, both tongues hanging out, draped, with the tiny suddenly thrust into light. That bridge of pink laid over a lip as it hung downward. Lucky slid down the wetness as she hugged the girth the best she could into herself. Still she reached the tip from which she slipped.

Falling below, turning and rolling, to the ample bosom below. Blue and sloped at the top with a texture that was glossy and feeling born from cream. Two arms lowered beneath it and pushed up, pronouncing the shape, widening the divide between, a broad slit to catch her in.

Lucky's body came pelting into the cleavage as the pair leapt from the impact. From her view was the rolling lane and divot of blue. She'd slid in like a coin into a slot but, on the tightness of the softness holding her, didn't enter too deeply.

Already her hands beat into the supple flesh around her, finding a hold to push on, granting her the ability to wiggle out from the jiggly prison. As she pushed out from the slit, however, a pair of shadows passed over her.

And hanging above loomed the underside of soft and white mountains. Nothing could be seen beyond their shape as they were everything. There came a voice, of course, the one of endless teasing. “Lucky darling. Do you think you could do us a favour in return? My sister and I have a never-ending list of bets and disagreements. Some of them pertain to the very bodies you enjoy so much.”

Lucky swallowed and, on breaking free from the cleavage, rested back on top of it.

“Who has a better chest and ass and things like that.” Celestia giggled. “We can never say for certain beyond reasoning who has the better all of the above. But you are the one being pleasured by our everything. So maybe you could put a few matters to rest.”

Two slender wrists came beneath the hovering canyon, a push up to cast greater size into their shape. “I'm going to drop my chest on you now. Once we're done, you're going to tell us which one you enjoyed struggling against more.”

Lucky whimpered for a multitude of reasons.

And then the chest was cast on her.

The boobs swam over the sky, blotting it out as their roundness appeared, nothing able to be seen from their underside. Shadow worthy of a canyon was cast over the little one. She stumbled back, stumbling as the flesh swallowed each of her steps. She fell back as the chest above did the same atop her.

It smacked to the grand and dull thud of a shock wave; ripples broke across the surface of blue. The ceiling of white cast and weighed into the tiny, who wiggled in the tight space, sunk deeply into the blue chest. Moans vibrated through the ground from both girls.

“My my! It would appear as though we choose a bad test subject for this? Our tiny girl is dwarfed by us both.” Celestia's voice rumbled deeply from the hollowness of the boobs, which started to slide, entering a circle of a rub that brought the little one along. “Maybe it's the one who can please her the most that wins? Caught underneath my chest, rolled around on another, mmhmm, so lucky to be you.”

Lucky wasn't so sure inside of the dusky divot. Her face yelped as the rest of her body was yanked away. Rolled as nothing but white flesh pushed over her, a constant weight of a marshmallow, saved from being crushing to her grounding. Eventually, though, her body rose, snuck into a crack, a warm coating of snow upward.

Shaking her head, she rose her hands into the slit, spreading the warmed walls of dough. Into the space, she wiggled into, enough for the walls to hold her, trap her, conforming across the length of her body. Lucky continued to swim upward, through the cleavage of her mom, hoping to reach the other side alive.

“What's this? My! I do not feel my Lucky being forced into my chest—rather the little rascal has crawled into yours! Not nice! Getting a woman all worked up only to leave her for another.” Something light and monolithic slapped onto the sides of the chamber, one shaking the world within the boobs, the alabaster walls smacking into each other. Lucky rode out the wobbles as she twisted her into a curve. “That's a punishable offence! But don't you worry. I know a way of how you can make it up to me.”

Ack! Lucky closed her eyes on the walls beating into her, a slap first, a smack into the other, the soft boobs breaking into her. Outside Luna was playing with her sister's chest to influence the journey. Celestia leaned back, full exposure, enjoying the stimulation. C-C'mon! Nearly there!

Above revealed the line of the slit expanding, the vertical ground of a collarbone appearing, the curves of the mounds shooting outward. Lucky's head popped first from the cleavage, wiggling around and breathing deeply—like she'd been submerged in water for the last hour.

Lucky's hands pushed on the curves of each white wall, sinking into them, the flesh lasting inches before purchase. She pushed on them as the rest of her body pulled out. Free from the tightness of the cleft, her feet found their place on the clumps, using them to climb out from the smooth hill.

Reaching the top of the range showed the face of the giantess beyond the edge, consuming the horizon with her smile. The suddenness of the giantess caused the tiny to miss a step, faltering forward, unable to regain balance on stumbling over the edge.

“Ugh ack n-no!” Lucky pulled back on her spine but her chest was lost in a forward motion, a plummet over the front of the boob, a blurring down the pink nipple. Her hands shot up to grab it, some of the boob in a jiggle from the impact. Seconds passed to show Lucky hanging from the tit, hands over her head, the back wall of pink a constant heat on her back. “Oh. Oh oh. Thank goodness for that.”

Lucky gazed forward to see the hunger of Luna. Eyes smote in lust for catching a snack. Lips licked and tummy rubbed. This was a tease to how it was going to end. Her cavernous mouth opened as it shot forward, the warm breath arriving before the maw, the quick suck on a titty, only a few, each one finding better hold on Lucky.

Until she was slurped through the lips, held planked in the air between the tit and the lip, forced to hold onto the former as the latter sucked on her hips. Few more pulls before the final suction shot her into the mouth. The lips closed the second after she dashed toward them, and on the outside, only her arm struck out from between the pair.

“Now what do you say to that sister? Our daughter chose to travel through my chest instead of digging through yours? Surely that classifies as a point for me?” Celestia smiled in seeing her sister roll her eyes, who crossed her arms, slurping the tiny arm back inside her mouth. “There is one matter else I would like to compare between us. If you would so kindly.”

Luna arched an eyebrow in being forced into silence. Her tongue fiddled with the little one, flicking as to launch her, catching every fall, throwing her once more. Each impact of the little body tickled her tastes unlike other meals.

But she watched as Celestia turned on the bed, sticking out her bubbly ass while sitting on her knees, slapping a hand to each of her creamy cheeks. She rubbed them, little kneads to suit her needs, a warm-up for the main event.

“Drop our daughter in my rump—if you don't mind.”

Luna grinned at that in pushing out the one inside her mouth. Lucky's torso hung out from the pair, wiggling to the motion, catching her breath. Her eyes then settled down on the massive ass looming below. How those hands, in cupping the thick undersides of the cheeks, pulled them to tease the warm divot awaiting the tiny.

“W-Wait—“

Luna hovered above the derriere and opened her mouth, enjoying the fall of the tiny, that butt always looming below. How it grew, becoming closer, soon spawning a meteor of booty. Once within contact, the hands bunched the cheeks together, the firmness gripping the little one, catching her within the 'Y' of the crack.

Lucky breathed another breath in still being alive. Her torso became locked into a furnace contentiously grinding into her. Both hands rest over hills they couldn't reach the top of. Spreading into the distance and curving downward as the cleft possessing her deepened in its curve downward.

She couldn't help but twist in place, as much as the crack would allow, forced to look up the long expanse of the back. Celestia loomed in the heavens with a smile and wave. That was before the wiggle of her hips came. Each cheek throwing left, one smacking into each other at the stop, the force flying them right another cause for disarray.

Every wiggle caused the cheeks to jiggle and for Lucky's body to become dislodged. Falling toward, her hands sunk into the flesh, not even an inch, feeling the muscles before the booty started to clench. It held her tightly, the twisting, shifting walls, grinding into her, refusing to ever let her go.

“Don't you look adorable in there.” Lucky bent forward in resting on the surface of the cheeks, now forced to look up, all to see the cosmic face of Luna. The titan leaned back and turned, displaying the mass of her ass. With a smack to a cheek, she squeezed it, a moan coming from her. “Our sister and I enjoy the battle of the butts.” She smirked in bringing her rear closer. Rising and dropping large enough to make it jiggle. “Do try to enjoy yourself!”

“N-No wait! Booty overload! Booty overload!”

Words meant nothing as the mounds of blue crashed into the mounds of white, each pushing into the other, meshing, the rises and drops, forces of one into another, a delicious view to be devoured. Celestia pushed her butt in response, the two grinding into the other, both looking for a winner.

Lucky could barely handle seeing the ass looming in the distance, dropping close as the blurry expanse was above, the lower back of the other titan. Luna's ass flicked above and clammed below, landing on top of Celestia's cheeks, the two grinding into each other.

Above had loomed the crack. Soft and thin and delicate. Thick swells of those glutes slamming down until light ceased to be. Lucky lifted her hands for them to shoot through the crevice, the rear reaching in clenching in its reward. Easily her body slipped from the white slit, now hanging, with her hands devoured, into the underside of the darker one.

“What are you waiting for deary?” Luna sat on her knees with her hips stuck out, butt done the same, eyes set on the tiny hanging from it. “You'll fall at this pace. A little wiggle of my hips and you'll be thrown for sure. Climb in. Deeply as you like. My butt will hold you tight.”

Lucky was without choice as her hands inside the derriere searched across the texture of the walls, collecting a clump, one soft, into her palm. Slowly her body was hoisted in, aided by the muscles of the booty, loosening as to allow her to wiggle within—clenching, undulating, to assist in swelling her the rest of the way.

Luna's head tilted back to the outward explosion of her hair. Wiggles came from her booty evoking squeeze and clenches from there. Already the little one struggled into her plumpness. An overabundance of softness now surrounding Lucky. One tucked within, a hand smacked into the cheek. It jiggled, a casual wobble, not a tease to the one rocked inside.

“Well well.” Celestia grinned in turning back around, admitting defeat, her hands placed on the sides of her sister's rump. Feeling the heated marshmallow fill her palms, she pushed the cheeks together, enjoying the shapes it took, the pressure laid into it, how it curved and strained. “Have to admit there was always something special about your ass. You can take the point in this one. But how do we decide the winner?”

“Ohoohoohh...” Luna's closed an eye and swallowed, loving how the confines of her ass crashed into the little one, forces up and down, into and around, the small one left without choice. She curved to the bends of her butt without anything to be done about it. “I've won enough in this to be satisfied. Take position on your hands, sister. Allow me to help you finish what all of us started this morning.”

Celestia didn't question the order. Instead she fell forward, a meteorite of white crashing into the bed, exploding into the blanket, deepening a crater into it. With her hindquarters struck out was how she looked back at her sister.

Lucky wasn't sure of the time passed inside the bubbly rump. Voice came muffled and the actions of the giantess vibrated across the hills. Something parted the line above. Two fingers slipped into the valley, widening it, bound together due to the derriere's tightness. On the plush ends rolling over her shoulders, though, the fingers plucked her out from the booty.

Air whipped in her limpness pulled out from the ass. Expecting rest or a break, none of those came. Rather the hand swung around the sprawling hips, narrowed despite being titanic, teasing to the galore ahead. Both giants naked as to tease their everything.

Lucky swung to the front of the hips, below the belly, to where the flatness of a milky-blue groin loomed. It resonated like a prison without an explanation of why. Far below the tautness of the stomach yet feeling of a chamber of its own. Before questions could arise, the hand-guided inward, right between beacon-like thighs, hovered before the roll of the lips to the giant pussy.

“Are you worried? Don't worry little one.” Luna laughed while sitting in a bit of a crouch, her frame arching overhead, boobs falling and smacking together from the collapse. Nothing but dimness existed in her shadow. Luna stared at the treat before her cunt. “It's not this monster you have to worry about.” She giggled. “Though it may swallow you—if you're not careful.”

Protruding lips, already slick, were set a foot above. Lucky couldn't help reaching for it, the bulge to the rim of the lip—feeling it slide across her palm in the hand shooting over it. She was brought to the top. There a boulder came out to place.

“Do me a favour dear?” The hand washed Lucky over to a slender fingertip, one that lurched up, slamming into the clit. Above flicked the massive hips from the contact. That thrust powerful enough to crash through a building. “Hold on tightly to this as I fuck your mother.”

Lucky's eyes widened as she intrinsically hugged the orb. It flicked and twitched. Happy to have a source of stimulation attached to it. The hand pulled out from the valley between the legs, both reaching into the blurry distance, one marked by the plump roundness of Celestia's behind.

Her hands smacked onto the flesh as waves carried across it. Lucky's stomach swirled as the surrounding crotch zipped forward like a roller coaster, below the white mountain, rising underneath it. Holding on from the side of the clit, Lucky gazed up, seeing the familiar slope of the pussy above. It dropped on her. Boiling slime possessing an enchanting smell of musk.

Just take me already.

Luna felt confident in slapping the ass of her sister, coming to park her front underneath Celestia's bottom, ensuring their pussies were aligned. Then she thrust in. The tickle on her clit, that body holding desperately, sliding lightly, forced cling all the tighter.

“Mmhmm.... oh yes... this will make up for being... l-left out of the fun!” Luna reared her head back as another moan escaped her. Sweat permuted heat across her skin as she jollily smacked her crotch into that of her sister. “Oh Lucky. How does it look to you? Holding onto a clit as I fuck my sister? Caught between two bodies quick in fucking each other.”

Luna shoved herself into Celestia, earning a gasp from the other, who stretched out further, moaning, a constant jostle throwing around her breasts. The former teased her clit into the pussy, feeling the folds across it, brushing, especially on the body of the tiny. “Just... a little more.”

She felt it. The body removed from her clit. The brushing of a lip having pulled in the small one. Luna moaned in the absence, fires etched into her cunt, the knowledge of the little one caught between folds a loving touch to her loins. To be sticking out from one pussy as another pulled away in preparation for its next slam.

How the mental imagery teased her silly.

“That's right. Got you nice and tightly into our sister folds. But still we require something more!” Luna pulled the white hips into her groin, feeling mounds brush across her own, ensuring the entry into frenzy wouldn't be wasted. “Hope you're nice and secure Lucky! Or you might want to climb in if you're not!”

Luna threw herself into it again, moaning and groaning, meshing her mounds into those of her sisters, feeling the softness of each compress into the other. She rolled around from there. Loving the feeling of their folds brushing into the other. She flicked herself upward, humping into the other pussy, beating into it—whatever it took to steal stimulation.

Lucky wasn't terrified often as one lost their nervousness in being around—and swallowed by—giantesses of every sort. Right now she hung upside down. Hazy with a tightness, a living flesh, clutched around her waist. Shake of her head unleashed clarity into the world. She looked afar to see columns of white, thickly plush legs, lowered into the bed.

And rising in that space, another pussy, like the one consuming her.

Lucky yelped as the cunt slammed into her. Darkness tinged with the scent of pussy. She bathed in it. The aroma seeped into her skin and caught within her hair. Weeks of showering were required to stop smelling like her mother's sex.

Though she couldn't deny that bathing in their pussies was nice.

But now she was trapped in a strange prison. Her legs inside of one and her torso in another. All was dark and everything was muffled. Breathing flesh sounded from both ends. Breeze of warm air laced with pheromones from either side. Wet slapping from afar. Seismic quakes breaking the outside world.

The cunt below had felt it. It must have. For it flicked in place, taking her deeper as it then pulled out, her body nothing but a toy, something for the lovers to share to connect their love. Luna rode the other from behind, humping into her, cupping that wonderful ass, squeezing it, all while she rammed herself into the cunt underneath it all.

Until it then pulled away.

Light and fresh air broke around Lucky. She gasped it all as slime coated her frame. Heavy slide drenched her hair, seeping down her back, a burning texture to remind her of this place. The pussy holding her flipped, as did the giantess, the world returning to its usual gravity.

Lucky had been jerked forward, resting forward, arms crossed on the base of the pussy. Stealing a few breaths of oxygen, she glanced over her shoulder, looking across the parting of the sea, the rising boulder of a clit to the beyond.

Celestia's body spawned too far for comprehension. Everything beyond her belly blurred into obscurity. The horizon line rested before the bottom of her breasts as their size connected the ground to the sky.

“My oh my? What's this? I nearly expected you to burrow yourself into my sister's pussy by now.” Lucky froze. In turning back around at the base of the lips, she was forced to tightly grip the folds—unable to process the mountainous face above the crotch. On either side were the thick and white thighs, arched and wrapped around Luna's neck, a force keeping her here. “I suppose now is where we'll have some fun! Here.”

Luna was lying forward as she rested on her elbow, the sea of the sheets sinking and casting out waves from the impact, freeing the other hand to pluck Lucky out of the folds in grabbing her arm. She was pulled back into brushing the clit of white.

“Both of us need to be good toys so our mistress here can get off.” Luna receded into the background as she descended onto the pussy, diving between the folds, inhaling the rich scents. “So get to work. Let's have big mommy cum and cum until she can't anymore.”

Lucky gazed around the side of the clit to the joined mountains of white in the distance. Behind their wobble was her mother. Panting and whining and needing this release. She returned to the clit, one triple her size, the span of her body clung to its curve.

Every rumble was its reward. Rubbing her arms and legs over the sensitive flesh, hugging and pushing into, kissing and grinding, flicking her crotch and meshing her chest into the ball of dense nerves. Afar were the moans. Great and showering and unlike the boom of a waterfall.

“Mmhmmm! Yes yes! Continue to work on me! A happy family working on my pussy! Mmhmm... that's right... serve it well.” Celestia's frame wiggled into place, not enough to buck either of them. Only for both to be aware of the inner-power to the girl. “Daughter working on my clit. Sister tongue deep in my cunt. Mmhmm. Those creamy pink walls deserve their reward. Treat them well. Mmhmm! Please me you two.”

Lucky searching across the clit, climbing high and to the side, discovering all the area evoking heated shivers from the giantess. But something weighed on her shoulder. Turning over revealed Luna's face, down at the base of the cunt, caught deep within the folds. But her eyes were on the tiny as a smirk pushed into her cheeks.

Luna's hands had been resting on the alabaster thighs of the goddess, resting on her chest for support, allowing the two to shoot toward Lucky. One of them peeled her off, the tiny flipping, humping the fingertip to keep on track with her release. The other hand brought its thumb to the clit, drawing circles forevermore, resuming the built momentum.

An island of blue surrounded her. Lucky's face peeled from the slime of the smooth fingertip, crotch buried into the flesh, sinking inches into the softness. Grinding forward and back as that hollowness inside her pussy collapsed in the promise of becoming filled with its stimulation.

But in looking forward, she gazed below, seeing the sea of the pussy below. Fingers attached to the same hand curved-forward due to the foreshortened perspective. Thumb and pinkie at a fold, a spread to keep each part, revealing the chasm of heated winds below.

Celestia's pussy. Its hole now opened for her. Like a monster looming in the water below the ship, its mouth left open, waiting for the one to walk the plank. There came a tilt to the finger. Lucky dropped in the attempt to hug the skin, sliding on its slime instead, shooting over its edge, like riding a water slide, flying over the nail to the plummet that awaited her.

“Oh! Have fuuun! I'll be in there right after you!” Lucky heard the voice echo like thunder as she fell, naked body warmed by the aroma exhaled by the cunt, one spread for her demise. She saw the fingers kept at the dam, keeping the miles of flesh, those towering walls of folds, back from closing shut. Pink lanes sprawled within the depths of the cunny, the walls brighter, though none of those was her destination.

Rather it was the thickness of the vault twitching below. Inches closed and opened on due to the thing being alive. It sensed the prey. Opening all the way. The dim lighting of the bedroom barrelling shining into the cavern. There, where the round walls tightened, gummy pink like licorice—beckoning for a snack to devour.

Lucky plummeted through the folds, a pass to the blue fingers parting the gates, the plush portion opening wider in the sense of its prey. She fell into its mouth, not even swallowed as she passed into the tunnel. Her body smacked into the bunched walls, bouncing across the candy, each one inward, now lower, her momentum jiggled through the relaxed flesh.

Seconds passed before she gathered herself. Limply rising to stumbling in place, the burning surface of the squish meshed beneath her foot. She gazed down the long tunnel, one imploding onto itself, undulating walls, beating with life, squeezing liquids from its depths. In the distance was her torture.

The opening in the distance was round and vast, the base of the cunny beyond it, a park of flesh planked by towering folds composing the slit. They hinted at the rolling mounds to their sides. Those smooth and squishy things. The exterior to her prison like the front of a building.

Beyond all of those things, though, like a spaceship passing over, phasing down, from blurriness into clarity... was Luna's eye. Boundless in its roundness as the island of its pupil caught on the white speck inside the cunt. It narrowed in glee. In its place rose lips. One that pursed before blowing warm winds.

One striking into the pussy, the walls clenched in the subconscious effect, the gales crashing the tiny into the back of the cunt—to where all was dark with light locked to the distance. Shapes of flesh, clumps and bunches, the tightness of it all could be felt in the darkness. But never could narrowing her eyes reveal the depths of the pussy.

Lucky's back softly crashed into something. Round and broad prostitution thick in velvet flesh. Something at its center seeped out slime and the like. Slowly it opened. The entrance of the thing. Lucky's heart caught in her chest at the notion of what had caught the first suckle on her body.

Celestia's cervix.

Luna blew on the pussy as, after a period of experimentation between the sisters, the act of lightly exhaling inside Celly's cunt had been an unexpected trigger. Legs would bind around her neck and bury her face into the snowy cunt after the first gale. There she was forced to please to maintain the high in the other.

But not this time.

Now they had a new stimulation to try.

Luna's face pulled inches away from snow-covered mounds, smirking as she brought a hand over them. It smacked onto the flesh, a jostle and jiggle from the pair, one meshed together to the tightening of her fingers. The agape slit now held shut as Luna looked across the taut tummy and mountainous breasts to the face of her sister.

“Now isn't this a treat? Our little daughter nothing but trapped in that big pussy of yours.” Luna slid further on the thighs flanking her, lowering her lips to the exposed clit. Little lick to the flick of the ivory hips. Jostle to the passage caught deep within the giantess. “Even that! Arching your hips like that completely changes her world. Have you imagined what it must be like for her in there? Your walls closing it. Heat and wetness and darkness accompanied by that thumping heart of yours? How does it smell you reckon?”

Celly thrashed without knowing, done despite intent, thrusting and humping nothing. In truth there was a purpose. To throw around the one inside. Every hump caused the miniature one inside to smack into a wall, from one into another, up and down, side to side, tossed to the entrance before dropping into the depths again. She was fucking someone and something without anything being seen or heard.

Luna didn't mind as she kept a hold on the bunched mounds and passed her lips on the clit. Suckling and licking, riding the rises and drops of the hips, sensing their arch before it occurred. Her other hand slapped onto the thigh next to her, feeling around the barrel of softness, squishing to the excessive flesh passing in-between her fingers.

But her eyes looked into the groin before her face. Deep inside was her daughter. Sucked deeper inside her mother. The primal feeling of it all was pleasing in its own right. The hand on the thigh snaked down to between her legs, midnight-blue mounds and folds already slick, burning, teased for release. It wouldn't take long. Not as her finger traced delicacy into her clit.

All ready for the climax to the night.

Thump thump thump. Sounds composed of everything. Ever since those lofty folds were pulled into a close denying the outside world into the cave. Musk burned into Lucky's nose as she yelped at every flick. Jostle around like a pinball inside the living sensitivity of the woman. Sprawling countless vistas was she with her pussy only a fraction of the beast. Even this place, despite its greatness, was the only thing of scale to Lucky.

It was here, in the pussy of her mother, where there was a world normal size to her. This world was created by a part of another. Anyone else it would have been small. But to Lucky? It was like a house, large and big, but able to be lived in. Able to be scaled and explored as a park would be to a normal person.

Lucky only became of scale to the world, when those worlds existed inside of others, the dome of a bra or the underwear to their hips. The worlds spawned by parts of giants were the only times she felt safe.

Hence why it wasn't with fear in feeling the final flick of the overarching hips shoot up, straight, into the sky, as she laid near the front of the tunnel. Lucky fell through its center, everything blurring as she plummeted, the walls crashing into each other milliseconds after passing through. She watched the collapse of the cave as she was pulled through it.

Which is why she didn't scream as Celestia's cervix, opening from the orgasm, swallowed her. There was a splash of the lukewarm lake of whiteness with an overall pulsation to the room. Lying on her back, she watched as the contents were drawn left, draining through the hole now shrinking onto itself.

In the distance were moans. Echoing and titanic, The thudding of bodies as both titans fell away, both lying side by side, relieved of their pleasure. Lucky could hardly see in the place. Magic in her eyes allowed her to see the tightness of the wide but not tall cavern. She was higher up than normal in the giantess. Far below her belly but above her crotch. In that special place where she was supposed to have come from.

In that section just above the hips that encompassed her home.

Celestia's womb.

Lucky curled into herself. She was trapped in the midsection of her mother. In the distance was the relaxing thumping of a heart. One slowing and calming to the overall mood of the room. Down in the cunt, she could sense it opening, fingers searching for her, ones being unable—at least for tonight.

Sleepy and relaxed inside this place, the little one closed her eyes, the lingering essence like a heated blanket—allowing her to sleep. She didn't mind being in the groin of her mother. The shape of a slender and shortened triangle now her home. This was a room meant for her. Same size and the same scale. Everything in here felt normal size to her.

Even if it existed in the smallest part of another.

Luna kept the lips apart with a pair of fingers, the ones of her other hands pushed into the pussy, catching in after-effects. No bumps or life inside. As she gazed into the living place, nothing could be seen. Beyond what loomed in the end, that thing bearing its own life, seeming happy to have been fed.

“It would appear your suspicion was correct.” Luna pulled away from the cunt as her hands did the same, twisting and falling to the side of her sister. She snuggled into place as both faced each other from their respective pillow. “Your womb swallowed her whole. I imagine she's in there now. Safe... for the meantime.”

Celestia couldn't help but smile, lowering a hand and rubbing that special land, feeling tickles from inside. Deep beneath the skin and within that chamber was her daughter. Resting inside of her. Protected by her body. Celly could do what she liked, and Lucky would always be within her. Inches above her cunt and hidden from eyes looking exactly there.

Something about that was touching.

The sisters came into a kiss. Luna's hand came to the belly as well, rubbing in the space available, as the two were content in paternal bliss. Both pulled the blankets over, the smell of sex, lost to their nose, as their minds indulged in the proper formation of having a daughter.

The strangeness as they did not mind.

As when Lucky came out again tomorrow.

There would be a different sense in calling her their daughter.

III | Vore Happens

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IV | Mother to Futa

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