Differing Personal Entrapments

Differing Personal Entrapments
B_25 & AlexShark

Lucky awoke to the feeling of softness around her, the squishy kind, composed of wonderful flesh, a radiating heat throughout the area. It took a bit of rolling for consciousness to form. Squeezing deeper into the darkened divot without meaning to.

Her eyes cracked open to the view of sunny skin curved around the mountains of a tightened valley. Seeing the swell of mounds meandering away from the other to the scene of the beyond. The expanse of a toned stomach that went forever outward. Crops of fuzz, red and yellow, rolled with the downward wind of a crotch.

And the thighs on either side, flanking and thick, doused a bit in tone and muscle. Shooting down into slenderness that blurred in the view. Lucky smiled at the sight of the massive body—until the need to stretch her own came. She pushed up on her spine, bringing her limbs down on the sides of the squishy hills, delighting in the popping of the kinks developed overnight.

Looking up wasn't of much help. Not when all she could do was see the incredible rise of the flanking puddings. She flipped onto her stomach, buried a little in boobs, feeling her own rest on the dark line. She looked across the long valley to what awaited her in the distance.

From that long collarbone that disappeared to the sides and behind the jugs, up to the roundness of the throat, housing her more than once, finally, with a crane of a neck, seeing to the face of her sleeping lover. Sunset's face was tilted up, the tides of hair frizzled and caught underneath her head, a messy display of beauty.

It wasn't often the little one woke up first. Yet she cherished when she did, for she got to watch the giantess sleep. Buried in her cleavage, laying forward, kicking her legs, back and forth, enjoying the moment.

Sunset's mouth twitched open a little bit, as was the case when she started to wake up. Lips parting to reveal the dusk interior of her maw. Opened in a circle to permit a long enough view. The rows of teeth guarding the blanket of a tongue behind. The curvature of the walls to the side, wet and pink and slimy—the back of the throat lost in alluring darkness.

Heheh... can't ever say I've climbed in there while she was asleep before... now wouldn't that be interesting?

The perverted girl laughed as a sudden lust overtook her. Maybe it was due to the heat of the surrounding boobs as they were hotter than sand on a beach—except without the pain. Enough to bake her in the scent of cleavage. Sunset's cleavage. It always possessed a smell unlocking the primal side of her.

Like a prey addicted to their predator.

Would she even notice? She's more sensitive to feel me better... but if I climbed on her lip and crawled enough her tongue—swallowed before she even had the chance to wake up. Would she know? Eventually she would feel me inside of her. What about before that? She would be completely unaware.

Lucky wasn't sure what had sparked the heat that doused her body, only that, out of all the days, waking up in her girlfriend's cleavage was enough to spark a mood. She crawled through the trench of cleavage, in some parts having to swim through it, upward, squeezing into a higher line to crawl across.

The massive twins had been a bit spread as the giantess laid on her back. Leaving the tops of her boobs to be resting, compressed over Sunset's collarbone. Lucky wiggled out from the divot, leaping from it, landing on the yellow skin into freedom.

This is going to be so dirty.

Lucky stood up and dusted her naked form off with a feeling of goodness. One that ceased at being startled by the snort above. Suddenly a shadow washed over her. Looking up, the temple of the face started to rise, closed eyes, squeezing, as that mouth opened wide.

And a torrent of a yawn broke out, loud and powerful, yet soft and delicate in pitch—bearing a bit of roughness that was trademarked to Sunset. Lucky could stand hunched, covering her ears, before the current of breath swept down.

And plucked her.

The warmed breeze whipped her naked body into the air to the rising of the yellow mound before. It weakened, and the little one fell. Pelting the flesh of the boob as it sunk and then bounced. Lucky hopped across the sphere, from warm yellow to warm yellow, closer to the center of it.

Augh. H-How do I always do this to myself? WANTING to get swallowed of all things—only to be rejected by that! There must be a greater force watching me. And it hates me! Or hates when I'm the one that wants it!

These mental talks did not matter to the giantess as she, in coming to yawn and rise from the bed, sitting up to the falling of her fat stack, did not take notice of the little one. Lucky watched as the skyscraper that was her girlfriend rose in the distance as the boob, no longer lying flat, was dropped to the pull of gravity.

Crap crap crap!

The boobs had been resting before they were pulled forward, dropping as the rest of the torso arched itself straight, each fatness dropping, bouncing back up, smacking into the twin as their wobbles came to settle.

Zoomed in on the left breast was Lucky. Unable to spread herself wide enough to hug as much of the boob into herself. The first bounce from the drop had broken her grip. Subsequent jiggles pelt her across the rolling terrain. Coming to slide down its front, without hope, until the rising of pink shot from behind.

Lucky crashed into the tower of the tit as though it were the finest and strangest rubber to exist. Smacking into it and sliding down it, slowed, only, in holding tightly to it. Gripping it. Unable to do anything but cling and hope for eyes to look down to below.

Which they did.

"Hmm? Hehehe! O-Oh! There you are!" It wasn't before long fingers entered the view and pinched at the little one's waist, whisking her from the tit, to the air where it then hovered. So very far was Sunset's face. Smiling with a knowing look. "My bad. Forgot you were bunking down there. Usually, I squeeze the girls together to keep you from falling."

The fingers had looped around her stomach, causing the rest of her body to hang, the girl feeling a bit like a sushi roll. Lust still bit at her lower lips. The need to be pleased or do something of the sort. Her eyes looked down to the massive boobs, sunny hills like a beach with a lake able to fit between them.

"It's, uh, alright."

"That so? Maybe you liked holding on to my tit more than you'd like to admit." Sunset chuckled in turning the little one around, scanning across her body, seeing all the tiny twitches. Knowing that something was up. "We can see to taking care about that later. Promised your parents I'd take good care of you today."

The days she learns they're as twisted as her...

"And that means giving you a nice shower!"

Lucky's shoulders dropped a bit more at that.

Sunset smiled in drawing her close to her lips, which grew as they pursed, the kind that came before a whisper. Soon the stream, steady and dense, of air and power, struck at once. "Don't you worry now. You get to look at me all that you want in there. Get yourself a little dirty before you get clean."

How did you know I was a horny ball of hormones right now?

The fingers dragged her forward for a kiss. Those massive lips compressing into more incredible softness in crashing into her form. How they undulated. Suckling and meshing all around. Drenching the little one in the contents of love.

"Mmhmm." The fingers drew back to reveal the little one's saliva-covered face, slumped more from the act, eye closing and blush rising. Before there could even be a fuss, the fingers whipped her down, far below, to the sunny chest that awaited her. "Enough of that now. We need a wash."

Looking down revealed two fingers snaked into the valley of boobs, enough of a spread to show the trench, an unknown holding cell. This meant Sunset wasn't taking any chances with her today. With the gap well enough made, the fingers tossed her in, a fall and a crash, the orbs shooting a bit from the contact.

Lucky was lying down at the bottom of the empty pond, looking out and up from it, seeing the underside of a chin as the rest of the giantess watched. She fell forward and, at once, tried to climb up the wall of the prison. Going up, sinking into the flesh, coming to slide down, slowly, due to how smooth the skin was.

"Don't think I don't know you're in the mood to try something—you're being a bit special today. And I don't want to risk being taken advantage of." Ludicrous to think an inch tall girl could do anything to a giantess. Beyond sneaking into clothing and entering bodily parts without permission. "These two should make sure you keep still. Enjoy the ride!"

Lucky ran up the walls again, falling on her front on the supple surface, resting on the squish, nearly about to slide down it again. At her sides, though, the towering fingers pulled out from the chasm. Removing the guards that kept the walls apart. Soon the squish came swimming in. Filling the divot, wobbling as it did so, the sea pushing into the little one.

Lucky only had time to push her head out of the water before it crashed around her, the rest of her body, pinned, all the way down. Even her shoulders were submerged beneath the golden hills. Only her head popped out from the cleavage.

She's not even letting me rest my arms on her girls! C'mon! There's no way she knew I wanted to sneak into her mouth and get swallowed! She did sense something, though. Is that the way it is with most giants? Luna and Celestia can tease me so easily because they're on point.

Lucky blinked to feeling the rise of the structure of woman, it bounding forward, stomping and stopping, a jostle rushing up the frame. Those boobs, leaping to the sky, drowning her for a second in the flesh—before dropping, wobbling away, smacking into her, repeatedly, with immensity.

Wait a second. If they all know how twisted I am. What to tease me with.

Does...

Does that mean...

Does that mean I'm too easy?

Damn it!

It was still the softest seat of Lucky's life riding in cleavage, usually most of her body was submerged in boob, feeling it rise and drop and shake into her from the distant steps. Though she'd been given more freedom to explore the woman. To rest her arms on the rolling hills and sometimes go swimming in the tightness between the pair.

Or to try her luck in riding the wave, standing on a boob as the giantess walked, a strange way of surfing. Other times would have her wrapped to a nipple, so easily looking down to the vistas to the ground below—and the enormous state of the world around her.

It caused her to cling tighter in some ways.

Which Sunset would always laugh about.

Horny. Stuffed in boobs. And so easy to read that everyone around me uses that to win.

Even though there was nothing she could do with the rest of her body, as tight as the boobs were on her sides, whacking into her with softness alone—Lucky's head was still exposed. It shook. Shook above the sand. Promise that this wouldn't be it.

"Oh! Don't mind me, Lucky."

Suddenly there was a shadow overhead. Looking up showed the underside of the giant finger. Without a chance to scream, it crashed down into her head, sinking as deeply into the boobs as it could go. Both hugged and suckled at the digits. Seconds it pulled out with a sound, revealing, below, no difference at tall.

"I was just getting tired of holding my chest together as I walked."

She laughed with the power of femininity. "You don't mind, do you?"

Muffled yelling came from her chest, and yet, the latter was too big, fortunately enough, for the former to escape it. Sunset walked with a saunter to her bathroom, little stride with her long legs, letting her chest swing a bit. Or, at the very least, more freely.

Something had also come over her.

Lucky thrust back and forth between the tightened walls, feeling them wobble from the minuscule smacks of her body, inching up as the seconds passed, every monolithic step of the giantess, crashing into the ground below, causing the pair to whack into each other.

Each crash of boobs, beating and parting and rising and dropping, pushing the little one again.

Like being continuously dragged underneath the waves of a sunny sea.

It wasn't before long that the ride had stopped. The gigantic woman in the bathroom and no doubt standing at the mirror. Twisting her hips and explaining herself over. Being reminded of every reason, she represented each syllable in the word sexy.

Though it was all a ploy for, in clasping her hands over her crotch, her arms squeezed into her bust. Pushing them out through the top with a heavier well for her cleavage. Wiggled came from there. In the seconds next: the popping of a little head from the long and darkened line.

Lucky reached the surface with a heavy inhale of breath, arms reaching outward in an expression of their freedom, coming to crash down, in a little pelt, on the tops of the hills of gold. Fingers sinking into heated skin. Smooth and wobbly even to the tiniest fraction of a push.

"Seems like somebody went for a bit of a swim." Sunset didn't bother looking down as her gaze focused on the mirror. Of her form and the little one caught in her chest. Lucky seemed like an ornament—an accessory. "Usually, you don't mind being buried in boobs. What's changed? Why are you suddenly so active today?"

Lucky slumped forward onto the rolling mass.

Sunset rolled her eyes and pushed her hands through her hair. Pushing it up to fully reveal the little one. Then she swept the tides over her shoulder with a cocked head. Lucky seemed like she'd earned a break. Fishing down fingers to collect, they rose the tiny cargo, a limp body from the arms down.

"Don't have what it takes to enjoy a rumble with the girls? Something's off about you." Sunset's finger traced over her lips as it grew into a smile. Teasing the little always brought out funny feelings—blissful ones borne in infinite directions. "But don't you worry now. You've earned your rest. Least for now."

The fingers dropped like a pod from the sky in gaining winds and halting before the polished white of the counter. Sometimes Lucky would cling to the tower of a yellow finger, clinging to it is bracing for impact—the force from the sudden slowing, always, sliding her over the nail and landing her on the feet below.

The girls got into some strange games and fantasies in their boredom.

This time, though, Lucky was laid on the counter.

Meanwhile, Lucky struggled to get herself into order. Heated body and mind creating a buzz beneath the skin and a haze in the mind. The beach of a counter curved up to an edge before sweeping to the vastness of the bathroom.

Over to the toilet to the left to, in the great beyond, a tub with the contents of a sea. Stomps quaked the ground as the yellow figure had sauntered to it. Leaning forward from heaven to the squeaks of a pulled tap.

The water pouring from a cloud, however, was not the current interest.

Rather what was was the bent-over girl. Towering with the curve of her back zooming out of view. Her bottom swung out and swung up. Glossed over in a glow around it. Feeling like a holy artifact in a grand temple.

It pushed out and became pronounced; the heft of cheeks, compressed, in being pulled at an angle. Heavier and dense at the under the cheek. Fatness without being fat. The beautiful swell of a bubble to the butt.

The divide between spread a little. Darkness to a toned world inside. Rolling lane of dark, darker, the further, deeper, and tighter inside. Being inside the center of that mass denied view outward. All that could be asked for, maybe, would be a crack of light.

To be submerged within the depths of tush, hugged the suppleness of those walls, feeling them twist and turn, always at a grind, shifting and rolling tides, ones of fat butterscotch, over the one inside. That ass had been a cloud. Soft and vast. Large without being out of shape.

Different taste for a different day keeps sex goddess inside at bay.

The giantess's torso returned to the sky, and Sunset's ass pulled in as a result. Even in turning, its swell existed within view. The thickest portion of its rising underside came to wobble, if a little, as the titan strode over.

Lucky was quickly aware that, lying on her back, naked, it provided a fantastic sight of the giant girlfriend. Sunset's shadow washed over the counter. The thickness of thighs coming to straddle the corner of the counter. The cloud of a crotch rested above—squishy mounds with a delicious slit packed tight.

Hands boomed in slapping onto the distant hips, the little one, forced to look all the way up, from belly over the mountainous breasts—to the face peeked over the pair. Sunset grinned. Today was one of those days. Both waiting for the break in the norm.

"C'mon, fallen hero." Sunset pushed out her hips and took a stance, one bolting a wave of feminine power, electrifying the little one into stillness. Fingers reached in for her again. Ready to start the next act. "Let's get you washed up."

Lucky stood on the stage that was the center of joined palms, in a wonderland of rising steam, the vault of a showerhead before and above, with tunnels able to be crawled through—washing water upon her. Few streams had been directed onto the palm. Each struck without being intense.

It'd been a unique water park. Warmed waters pooling in the cupped palm that raised at Lucky's ankles. She could sit down and feel it rise above her wait, the smoothness of skin beneath—able to be seen through the water.

Currently, she was standing before the curve of a stream as the others struck further to the sides. Either end of the hands were streams, ones passive and tame, pouring over the edge like a waterfall in a fountain. Same was true ahead.

Lucky stood within the steam to wash off the foam. Looking out to the distant arch of the great fingers. Each imposingly thick though keeping slender. Between the digits, waves flushed through between, like a monument in a park.

It'd been a magical peace that was unique.

"Hehe." Laughter rained from above to no doubt the giantess watching on. "Can't say this ever loses its charm." Winds whipped around the shaking head. "I swear. Sometimes you belong in a crystal ball. I'd love to have something like this on my shelf."

Lucky smiled in stepping out to the puddle, twisting and looking up, over the shoulders and to the face of the woman she loved. Stealing the sky was the face itself. Such magnitude that always kept close. It was like standing on a floating island, dousing in its water, as another floated up and behind.

“You cooould do that.” Lucky smiled and swept a heavy lock of hair over her shoulder, coming to push out her hips, with a hand on them, asserting a little pose of the authority of her own. "But then you wouldn't have me on your shoulder."

Sunset smiled with a nod of defeat. "You're right."

The end of her finger flew in, crashing into Lucky's chest, softy, as she fell onto her rump with a splash. Sunset chuckled and rubbed the sore spot. "Life gets awfully boring without my favourite parrot. But that reminds me. Now that you're clean..."

That same finger snagged Lucky's torso like a snake, needing the bend of a knuckle, only, for the capture. It swept through the steam as the rise of the wall blurred to the left—the view, carrying down, to the metal tray attached to the wall.

It'd been filled with water below in hovering over it. Slipping was the finger around Lucky. Spinning her arms and legs did nothing as she fell, crashing into the water, sinking a foot before swimming up.

Lucky broke the surface with a roaring breath as her arms trod the water. Whipping around to see what direction she was in before stopping at one in particular. She kept in place, looking to the beyond, to the hazy, yellow thigh.

Devouring every inch of vision she had as the colossus washed.

Lucky thrust an arm over her head and dived it into the water, pushing through as the other came to do the same, swimming to the plastic ledge. Sunset had thought it fun to get a tub for the little one. It housed water from the shower and possessed the depth of a pool.

Little swimming around to do as the giantess needed the hands to wash.

S-Shame I didn't get to ride out with her. B-But. At least this lets me... take care of my problem.

The waters bore steam rising from the surface as the little one paddled through. This stretch of water was, relatively, wide for her. Like a grand swimming pool. Reaching the ledge, she tossed an arm over, hanging from it, looking out to the beyond.

Where Sunset had turned without meaning to. Twisted to show off the mass of her ass in how water curved to its slope. Causing it to be shiny and smooth with skin looking edible. Sways of the hips took it in leans of left and right, one cheek rising and the other lower, the reverse, becoming true, in shifting the other way.

It wasn't an ass where it'd been the full attraction of the girl. Tight pants worn to pronounce it or the primary attention for eyes to be drawn. Rather it was relative to the rest of the titan. Keeping in proportion to her physique. Sunset had been given a slender body with subtle accentuation. Chest in the Cs with an ass that was there if you wanted to check out.

She didn't need to wear thin yoga pants or anything to add extra layering to the tush. Rather her true test was found in denim pants. Easily put them on as they hugged her thighs, clung over her crotch, and had their back easily filled out. Jeans bunched her ass into firm compression—not hinting to the full extent of what was there.

But still. In seeing that material stretch. Knowing how packed it was back there.

"Ah-hem."

Aw crud.

Lucky had been looking at the butt that could be the moon if it wanted to, wondering how it would feel, if fingers suddenly came, plucking her up and diving her in, deep into the depths of tush without warning.

And she looked up the slick back to the shoulders covered by soapy hair. Head turned and face blurred and blocked by distance and shoulder. That raised eyebrow and hint of a smirk, though, was clear.

Lucky looked down in shame, only to see a hand swirling from around the torso, with the width of a hurricane as it slashed through clouds of steam. It had one direction. Its shadowing falling over a bubbly cheek until a thunderous smack echoed throughout the stall. The cheek jumped and smacked into its twin, both shaking out rainfalls of water, coming to fall and bounce, wobbles slowing into jiggles—till ceasing.

The trance broke from a satisfied hum from above.

Once more, a look was needed upward, through the swirling mists, to the amusement of the goddess. Sunset smirked with a hand still on her ass, feeling around it, teasing a finger over the flesh. "See something you like?"

It should have been an impossibility to see a girl in a washbowl nodding her head.

Yet Sunset did in twisting over, snatching the little one, not bothering to bring her around—but instead down. Below to where the tops of the tush loomed. She guided the hand over and, without warning, slapped the little girl into the crack of her rump.

The force rocketed the little one into the warmly slit, not enough to be drugged in, as the outer swells of the cheeks hugged her. Instinctively she wiggled. Freeing herself from the oppressive balloon of yellow.

Those struggles ceased in the slipping of her body. Feeling the slickness of the cheeks starting to slide her down. No longer having Lucky entrenched as she slid down to an opening. That's when she turned. Flicking around to grab more of the booty. To grab handfuls of squish and wiggle inside the safety of that sunny cleft.

Lucky was about to slip.

And seconds before she did.

"Hehe! Don't worry, Luck."

Lucky wasn't too sure about that as her arms dug down into the ending outward curve of the cheeks, no longer in the protective hug of the divot, hands slipping on the slippery skin. Behind her, something started to move and, though she shouldn't have, she looked back and over the tops of the mounds.

Those hips out in the distance, above and to the sides, came to push out, the same happening with the ass. It lurched out and hurled speed and drove in escalation. The rising height rolled Lucky from the crack and to the left, over the plumpness of a buttery hill, reaching the top of the mass.

Before the ass crashed into the glass, keeping pinned there, everything being secured. Seconds of silence and stillness—beyond the pelting of rain—to ensure all was safe. Before the glass was the most amusing view.

One of the impressive butt that was backed into the sheet, forming a bit of a heart through, on one of the bunched cheeks, meshed and flattened a little, there, was the miniature figure. Back pinned to the glass and thinned against it. Rolled over in dough of heaping amber.

Over the form of the booty consuming the glass, the giantess looked over and down, smiling at the power. Wiggling the derriere as it smushed across the glass, wiping the little across it, the greatest cloth to be invented. "Still enjoying it?"

Lucky had been submerged the density of warmed squish. Feeling its heat radiate around her and singe across her naked skin. To be trapped in a pocket, utterly caught, to the subtle vibrations of the tush. It bathed her. Submerged her in it. In all the things that were perfection.

Even though the space was tight and the weight of a titan was pushing out through her bottom, even then, the little one, unable to contain herself, started to flick back. Helplessly grinding her hips forward and back to release the need between her legs.

There was nothing she could do. No curve to mount and drag herself over. Rather she was submerged in the total weight of ass, flattened with the rest of the softness of cheeks, as it rumbled around, rolling over her, little teases breaking through.

Laughs from heaven were muffled from inside the pocket. Every sound she made being absorbed in the skin. Nothing but plushness all around. Drowning her in it. Yet Lucky was pinned in the glass, humping the massive ass back, an inch on a vista, a heroic act indeed.

"Are you... no way! You're so humping back! You really are turned on this morning!" Sunset laughed in having stuffed her ass into the glass, with a little lover pinned to the mass of her behind, a final shake needed to end the pleasant feelings. “Alright fine. I don't know what it is with you and my butt this morning—but have it."

Sunset didn't so much pull as peel from the window, laughing as she did so, looking down from over the shoulder to the buns. That inch-big plaster of a girl stuck on her bottom. Lucky had been attached to its upper-curve, slick to it, the water's rushing over... doing nothing to unstick her.

"There must be a moral to this, I swear." Sunset gave a laugh and a shake of the head, shaking her hips left and right, enjoying the sway of her bottom. Voluminous in sound to the little one in riding the rise and drop and bounce around. "Wanting to get so close to this that you're plastered to do. Your problem if you peel yourself clean."

Lucky laid forward on the top of the cheek, at the starting of its outward curve, feeling that form proper of herself. Her skin became one with the land of lemon. Submerged in its colour and squish and the unique heat around. Water raced over, down the slope and to the sides, a little pooling at the top of the crack—rushing outward.

She decided to keep like this, feeling the hips' steps and sways, too lazy to hump the tush. She'd been so hot and yet so tired. Right now... this was enough. This would do her nicely.

At least for the time being.