Differing Personal Entrapments

~ I ~

Beneath the Mass

Lucky was unceremoniously dumped onto the bed with a lazy turn of the hand, falling into a rising stream of wind as the titan sauntered off, its crashed, the booms that rocketed it the air, following it as it strolled across the room.

The tiny pelted into the sea of sheets, sinking and rolling across the blanket, coming to a stop on her front, rump sticking up. She gazed defeated across the span of the bed and over its horizon. There, two lemon legs struck into view, towering, leading upward into thickness.

Lucky's eyes travelled up the thighs, squished together, and saw the heft, the thickest portion that was the beginning cheeks. Their underside. How they curved out and rolled up and sloped in. That peachy ass that she wanted to take a bite out of.

Then heaven revealed itself as that giantess leaned forward in pulling out her drawer, her butt coming to stick out, arching toward the little one on the bed. Lucky came to stand in the incoming shadow cast by the approaching, faint asteroid, that depicted the crushing of existence.

It stole the sky with the depiction of itself. Sprawled out and curved like the Earth. Golden hills, spreading and parting, as the chasm between, widening, teasing the warmth of its darkness. Immense softness, set to destroy and consume, the whole world, its hardest material, flattened, beneath tremendous softness.

Lucky reached out a hand to the distant destruction of booty, as it set on the sky, a horizon itself that had become still. Her heart longed for it to sit. Between the legs beneath, the faint impression of Sunset could be made, rummaging about her drawer.

Having no idea the effect, the proportions she cast, on the little girl standing on her bed. How the giantess swung her hips in her trance, heaving the heft of her flanks, causing one to roll into the other, rubbing and grinding, the slowest, most tantalizing show of all.

"Just sit down and crush me!"

The echo of a whisper was enough to reach the giantess as, in the next few seconds, the woman rose and turned. Bringing away her ass as her powerful legs brought her front toward the tiny. A temple of femininity set before the bed. That exposed crotch, like a smooth hill, revealing lips that could eat the little one whole.

Sunset's faze was hazy in the sky above, even her chest, blurred in heaven, as details came as Lucky's eyes rolled down her body. Only her tummy and pussy laid in perfect clarity. That, and between those legs, the hint, the underside of cheeks behind.

"You were supposed to sit on and forget about me!" Lucky rose her fists to the confused, although amused goddess in the sky. "Not turn around!"

Sunset chuckled as her hand slapped onto her waist, a blimp worthy of fabric, pink panties, hung around her fingers. She shifted to the left, her ass, no doubt, compressing in the same direction behind. Lucky leaned to see. "Maaan! You must really have it out for my butt today."

Those tremendous hands arched to the sky to push on the underside of her other, sunny mountains, and heaving all of their squishy heft. "These girls are not doing it for you anymore?"

Lucky shook her head. "C'mon! Every part of you is ten out of ten." Her shoulders dropped as the giantess did the same with her tits, the two, tumbling and bouncing, the result-ting quakes able to destroy an apartment. "Just. Dunno. More in the mood for hills than mountains."

Sunset smacked her face with a hand; the one with the pink panties slipped through a finger, as its curtain hung from her face. "I swear. You've gotta kick it with the colourful language about my body."

"You don't like it?"

Sunset's head cocked to the side, and she blushed, trying to hide it, but far too big. "Ah. N-No." Her hand pulled away only to curl. "I swear. I should eat you and trap you and let you think about my butt while being locked away in my stomach."

"I'd still probably find a way to enjoy it."

The titan slumped. "You probably would...." And then the blushing titan sighed. "I swear, if you like my butt so much, you should spend the day with it."

“Someone's needy.” Lucky grinned and crossed her arms before the vertical vista of the sexy predator. Like an inch before the might of a mile. "But should my giant girlfriend require me there to rub her butt all day—well, I'm certainly accommodating."

Sunset huffed and crossed her arms. Once against heaving her chest as the promise of its threat was a lot more prominent. “Oh please. You're so not spinning this. The only reason you'd be at the back of my jeans is that you begged me for it."

Lucky instead raised her arms before the imposing mass. This would have terrified anyone else. To be so small before someone so large. Able to be crushed by a finger. A figure too vast as unable to keep within vision or comprehension.

"Trust me! I get it! With a body like yours, it's no wonder why you feel it goes so underappreciated!" Lucky's arms dropped as she looked to that underwear, which spanned a thin, violet dome. "So little of me and so much of you. Wanting to have your little girlfriend worship your ass all day—it's understandable!"

Sunset's bottom lip was tucked into her mouth. "Ohoh. You so don't want to go there."

"For your sake? I would."

Sunset looked aside in not being able to win this. The goddess would have to decide on another strategy. "You wouldn't last a day back there." Her head shook, and she shrugged. "Pinned to my cheek? Forced to endure it rolling up and down, whenever it bounced? You'd be ground into a paste from it working on you all day."

"Your butt is too soft for that."

Sunset blushed. “Damn it.”

"So, how about it?"

Sunset's glare returned to her, a passing judgment, before a groan, and a rolling of the eyes. Then she grinned. Glancing at her hand, the little one did as well, in time to see it tossing the panties onto the bed.

Lucky looked up to see the immense, floating fabric, as it spanned her view of the sky. It crashed onto her a second later. The thinnest, most feminine article, forcing the little one to the ground. The dense blanket rubbed into her belly as the weight of the underwear was on her back.

Everything was dim, and the light was infused with a pink tint. Laughter roared from beyond the confines as the naked one watched one. Was there even a lump, a bulge in those panties, or could nothing of Lucky be seen at all?

The little one was forced to crawl, arm after left, shift from side to side, feeling tickles at her boobs as they brushed across the blanket. Soon the silky cavern opened up in the distance. Crawling faster to the exit.

Until something significant also broke into the cave. The entity of a fingertip, laying there for a second, as it caused Lucky to halt. Then it lifted, raising the edge of the underwear, opening the entrance to reveal, beyond the horizon, the ponds of a woman's eyes.

"Peek-a-boo."

Lucky groaned while prone on her front. "Har har."

The finger peeled the underwear backward, inviting light to shine over this section of the bed, blinding the small one. She blinked to adjust to the lighting, her eyes opening, to the sudden approaching of lips—the compressed and set on her. Softness and warmth, warming her, along with the brightness of their pinkness.

Sunset then pulled back and, resting her chin on the little one, looked at her as though this were some stage. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? I won't back down from a fight. You might be with my ass for a full twenty-four hours if I decide to sleep and keep you there."

"Still waiting to hear the downside."

"...you really like my butt that much?"

"It's a strange addiction that only a day at the back of your underwear can cure."

Sunset's hand floated close and flicked Lucky. "Weirdo."

"Anymore weird than wanting a girl to worship your booty all day?"

"What if I sit on you?"

"Luckily, there's a safe place, back there, that'll have me tucked in absolute softness."

"You really don't have any shame."

"It just gets in the way of the things I like."

"Point taken." Sunset's eyes glazed over at the plane of the underwear and, with a blast of an exhale that swept the expanse, causing the little one to stumble, she nodded. "Fine. The game is on. We've needed something interesting lately, anyway."

Lucky pumped her fist to the sky and jumped. "Alright!"

Sunset's head rolled as her eyes looked up in mock annoyance. Her finger dashed forward and tapped the little one to the ground. Lucky felt the sudden pressure of softness, pinning her to the bed. Her boobs squished together from the weight.

She looked down the side of her body, kicking her legs, as the giantess watched on the horizon. Only her head emerged from it. Smokey red hair cascading and twisting down it. "Er, S-Sunset?"

"Don't forget every place you explore on me... is somewhere you have on you." The giantess grinned a mile as the plush end of her fingers brushed down the little one's back, right onto her ass, which she pushed down on. "Even this cute little thing would be close to mine at the same size. Shame I don't play with it more. Or maybe..."

Lucky started to sweat. "W-What... what can you do with it..." She swallowed. "I-I mean, much less at this size."

Sunset didn't stop grinning. “Something.”

Lucky fought more against the causal strength of the goddess. Pushing her hands into the blanket, they sunk, barely finding purchase. She pushed up once she did, lifting a finger, a mere inch—before it pushed her butt back down. "A-Ack! A-A-And if I win?"

"Weeeell... you could command anything of me that you like." Sunset snickered to herself and hovered close, the shadow of her head consuming most of the land. She breathed down on her prey. "Instruct me to lie down on my front all day, as you explore my back canyon, or explore every inch of my bust."

Sunset's finger pulled away, and before Lucky could rise, massive lips settled on her next. They breathed, a feminine, tremendous voice reverberating through her small frame. "You could also instruct me to get you inside someone's underwear. Pulling back Dash's tight-whiety's and depositing you between her girls."

Lucky burned all over as Sunset's kiss enveloped her back. "Mmhm. Or slip and rub you into Twilight's crotch." Her lips lifted from Lucky's frame, but they hovered an inch above, the impression of their size, weight, felt in the air itself. Even its shadow suffocated Lucky. "Or find a way to leave you in Rarity's bra. It would be fun trying to get you back. Or your attempts to go unnoticed."

Lucky flipped onto her back and started to crawl in the same direction as, above, the face of her girlfriend loomed. In the distance, Sunset's hands settled onto the bed, squeaking and squishing the matter, the top of her bust peeking from over the edge.

"How would I get you back? Now that would be an interesting question." Sunset's face gave chase as Lucky continued to crawl back, feeling the density of a blanket, changed, to something lighter, brighter, and warmer. "I'd probably have to fool around in a locker room. Or bring one of them to this room."

Sunset snickered as the rest of her frame flew into the sky, the imposing view, sexually scaring the little one. Lucky laid back in the slope of pink, looking upward, to where her girlfriend roamed in the sky. Her chest wobbled into view, smacking into each other, lightly, before hanging above the underwear.

So full and buoyant that considered gravity a light suggestion.

Lucky laid back as her confidence had backfired. Sunset always held back this other part to her and, once it was released, one had no choice but to submit to it. The giantess giggled before raising a hand to her face. Looking at it, nodding, before lowering it to the tiny.

With a pinkie outstretched.

"Last chance to reconsider."

Would this be worth it? To deal with the giantess as she was crazy, trapped to her ass, pinned to a cheek, with the risk of being sat on—high? To know she would do all that she could to smother Lucky with that booty and—

"Oh heck yeah!" Lucky leaned up and took the nail with both of her fingers, shaking it up and down, with sudden enthusiasm. "Your ass isn't going to stand a chance!"

Sunset's lustful expression diminished. "But that's... n-not how that works I..."

Lucky turned onto her knees and crawled back, granting a view of her own behind to bemused giantess, as she reached the back of the underwear. So wide and round as to support the bottom that could conquer the world.

A plump, plumper, bubble butt.

She then flopped back onto her back, with arms crossed behind her head, the same with her legs, looking at the giantess expectantly. Sunset looked and blinked and looked down. There was a blush washed over her snout.

"You must really love my ass."

"Only thing I love more is you!"

"Harbaugh!" Sunset exhaled and, giving up, rubbed her pinkie into Lucky's belly. "Love you too, Luck."

Sunset crawled off the bed and out of view, and Lucky laid back in the fresh underwear for a while. Waiting for the ride to begin, she felt the fabric being pulled, sliding toward the end of the bed. Sunset's face loomed above as she smiled down, both of her hands, taking the sides of the underwear.

Lucky gasped as the grounding of panties released, and she slid down the pink slide, forcing her to turn, and grab a handful of the fabric. She dangled on the slope and looked down, to the base, far below, that would make the curve of the crotch.

She breathed as though hanging from a frilly cliff side. Looking down and all around to the expanse of hot pink. Lucky could barely see through the material, even with her face pressed against, seeing, in an overcoat of pink, the faintness of the bed and the beyond.

Everything about the underwear mainly was flat, like the most enormous tent to ever exist, with it only ending in subtle thickness above. Lucky looked up to how the spread ended at the brim of the underwear above—which was hardly thicker than the rest of the clothing.

Lucky wondered how so much could suddenly become so tight. How all this land could become curved or bound to something. Like seeing the sea and wondering how something could consume all of that space. And then the little one looked up for good.

And her answer became clear.

The tiny inside the underwear turned, resting on her back, still holding the fabric, keeping her head at the side. In the miles that led to heaven, the gate was made of lemon cheeks, which softly protruded, reached a peak, of which sprawled out from the little one's view.

The bare butt of the naked girl.

Above the plushness of the cheeks, little of the sprawling back, above, could be made out, from over the thickness of the derriere. In the haze above the sky, a massive head turned, it nothing but blurs. Sunset was smirking at the back of her underwear.

"Are you suuure you can take all of this on?"

Lucky wasn't afforded a response as the underwear lowered and, past the chasm pink chasm before her, on the crotch of the panties, its brim, over that, loomed two pillars of yellow. One of them lifted and arched, it crashing down, in the second next, inside the realm of the panties.

And the other did the same after that.

Lucky tried crawling back as the pits of the underwear became filled by the legs, those gaping holes, suddenly filled, by the monolithic, smooth beams of flesh. The ride went upward as the legs started to fill the surrounding space.

The fabric began to curve to the thickness of legs, conforming more at the entry of the thighs, as space became tighter. Those thighs then spread, widening and tightening the underwear, keeping it slack before the heavy bottom of the giantess.

Lucky looked up and immediately knew pleasant fear. Seeing, from the center of the plane, the butt that stretched beyond the sides of her vision. How the cheeks pushed out in their bubble shape, how they curved inward, disappearing into darkness, revealing a not much-discovered wonderland.

Only the thickest swell of yellow loomed in her view, unable to see the sides of the butt, as she was too close to it now. Feeling the ride inch upward, closer to her doom, of the booty that would consume her.

"Last chance to admit my ass is too much for you to handle."

"I... I can take anything you can throw at me!"

"Don't you mean can jiggle at you?" Sunset chuckled with a shrug. "Well, so be it!"

Soon everything whirled about, caused by the turning legs, as Lucky slid deeper into the velvet expanse. Hardly stopping until she was near the right end of the underwear. She looked up, seeing the heft, the underside of a cheek, loom above.

Over it's rolling shape, teased from over the brim of the underwear, was the hint of a mirror that made up Sunset's closest. Lucky laid back in staring at the massive, tanned cheeks above, as they grew closer, expanded larger, their curved land, the skin that composed them, spanning for miles.

And then Sunset pulled her underwear up. Higher than needed as the fabric stretched around the shape of her butt. Pulling the material until it fit snugly around her rear. Lucky couldn't even cross her arms in time as she was slammed into the underside of the hill, nuzzled into it, as the fabric twisted her into the cheek.

Elastic snapped above. Loud and resounding. Happy laughter breaking from outside and above the confines. There was still light. Hints of it in the darkness. The rolling of the cheek was dim, its colour, barely caught, as Lucky was smothered into the marshmallow.

Sunset turned with the back of her hips facing the mirror, checking out her ass in the glass, admiring the curve of the panties over it. She could see it too. Little squinting to make out the woman-shaped bulge at the thickest portion of her right cheek.

Strange place to make a snow angel.

Chuckling, Sunset bent forward, sticking out her rump more, straining the material further. Her butt stole the space of a cloud as the shape of the woman on it was a plump display to all that were little that could see. Now wouldn't that be an idea? Teasing other tinies to where their little friend ended up.

Hehehe. I like the idea of being a walking prison for horny little ones.

Sunset put her feet through the holes of denim jeans and pulled them up, feeling their tightness at her thighs, then how they conformed to the arch of her butt. She had to wiggle the thing to get it inside the pants—offering thicker padding, harder suffocation, to the one buried inside.

She had to look once the pants were on. To turn and look over her shoulder at the rolling plane of her butt. Unable to see, in the dense material, even an outline of the tiny. Her hand reached down to cup her own ass, squeezing for a moan, a blush on her cheeks, the giantess, sensitive, even to her own actions.

There was a wiggling against her cheek that caused a stroke of warmness to brush her other lips. Enough for teeth to tug at her bottom lip and a blush to flush across her face. Lucky must have felt that. That dense amount of squish pooling on her at once.

That hand stopped squeezing the cheek as a finger traced its shape. Searching and feeling the sliding of denim before finding the littlest bump. Pressing a fingertip onto it, the thing sunk into the cheek, a little, as its fat enveloped around it. Little wiggles. Kicking and hitting, thrusting and busting, were the response.

Still think you can handle this ass, do you?

Sunset reached down for the belt and fed it through the straps on her jeans, then pulled and tightened the material on her waist, causing her jeans to be painted into her ass. Her hips shifted left and right, bouncing, without too much of a sway from her restricted rear.

The one inside, however, was brought along for the ride.

Satisfied that there would be no fear of slipping, the giantess did the only thing that was left, which was to smack her ass, hard, to the resulting jiggles. It bounced within its confines, and, with a hand laid on a hip, the giantess took off—with her little passenger attached.

It was darkness without much trace of light. The bloom of yellow from the derriere being the only source of everything. The world shifted with the giantess. Sways and twists, one moment after the other, a rhythm, a melody, to the moving of the backside.

Lucky had slipped down the slide of the underwear once the giantess had started to walk, as it had relaxed and flexed in the course of a step, inching her down after each one. The underwear became a hammock here. The cheeks ground left and right, pushing and rubbing into her, like a loose hug as the giantess went on.

Looking over her shoulder revealed only pink. The colour was bright as to make itself known—but offered no more than that. Her hand traced the material, feeling it smooth, soft, and thin but, on pushing more, the thickness of denim was a barrel of clothing.

What did it look like beyond her prison? Caught at waist level and looking out from the backside of another. How differently did the world seem? Would she catch the people glancing here? Would all appear different from staring out from here?

Those questions are boring.

Lucky decided, instead, to focus on the ass. If she leaned back enough and looked up, she could see over the plump middle of the cheek and, on that, how it tapered to the waistband above. Tight and snug on the waist of the woman.

She could also see the cheeks in how they wobbled left and right. The little raises and drops that came from a step. The hills were locked by the underwear, but their flexibility was too much to restrain even here.

Then she looked at what was before her.

Sunset would be busy with her walk and not be able to pay Lucky mind for a while. Walking outside on the street, on some sidewalk, passing people, none of whom knew there was a little girl trapped at the back of her underwear.

Lucky leaned a bit from the underwear to place her hands on the swell of butterscotch. It warmed her hands like a cup of hot chocolate, and she squeezed them, feeling the spread of squishy marshmallow fill between her fingers.

She blushed as heat passed over her. The need to bite a lip and feeling a burning at her lower lips. Lucky couldn't help but lean into the cheek, curing to its shape, with her legs, spreading, to take the thickness between her thighs.

They clamped down on the most minor portion of the cheek for it to squish between her thighs. How the heated, doughy texture, rolled and pressed and doubled on her crotch. Which she ground up and down on smoothness itself, feeling her clit being teased, the rest of her body, unable to hug the ample amounts of booty.

"Oh dear!" bellowed the voice from beyond the confines. "Think I might have dropped something."

Lucky's eyes flared after the realization was too late. The cheeks pushed out into the confines of the pants, composing the space and spreading out the denim, the cheek flattening onto Lucky. The squish rolled over her, nothing but yellow around her as, behind, it mounted onto the wall of the jeans.

Lucky planted her face into the dough and hugged it with all her might. Thrusting her hips up and down to ride more of that texture. Fantasies phased to mind. Luna, appearing behind the bending girl, dry humping those jeans—with the little one between them.

How that contact would feel like.

But then the cheeks retreated, the pressure, releasing, as it was still tight as the giantess began onward. Lucky released the cheek and fell onto the field of underwear, allowing herself, while pushing the cheek up, bit by bit, to pass a touch underneath it.

Lucky's forearm pushed into the ceiling of dough, enough for it to lift, so she could see to the underside of the giantess. To the slope of the underwear that, on either side of it, columns meant to be legs, strode back and forth, to carry the giantess to her destinations.

And then a voice rang.

"Looks like we're here!"

The rattle of bells above was a trigger of a safe place entering the young woman's mind as she strolled into the shop. Bunch of open seats with a series of windows letting in natural light. The shop was no means big and, that in of itself, was a good thing.

Sunset stuck her hands in her pocket and strolled forward, with a whistle to some idle tune, leaning back as she came to the back of the line. Few guys ahead were too tall for her to see over. She didn't mind that, however, as there was a bit of an itch from behind.

She grinned in knowing exactly where that finger needed to go. Glancing around to ensure she wasn't being watched, Sunset reached behind, to where that itch was, feeling the outline of the miniature body. Then she pushed on it, lightly, feeling her fingertip sink into the material, as the little one did the same into the material of her booty. Rubbing up and down, around and around, to ensure that itch was scratched.

It wasn't before long, however, that the line cleared, and Sunset was next at the counter. Ordering a muffin and swiping for it, she took it, with the shop owner coming to glance at her. "You're not with little Lucky today?"

Sunset chuckled with a glance over her shoulder and down at her rear. "She's, uh, busy with other things today." She looked back with a smile. "Always good to have a day about you every once and a while, y'know?"

The owner smiled, and Sunset walked away with her muffin.

She walked to their usual booth in the corner, which was secluded and hard to see into, meaning it was suitable for their usual tomfoolery. Stopping short of the table, however, she glanced back down at her booty of gold.

"Maaaaan! My legs are pretty worn from carrying two people today." The voice boomed from outside and came muffled through the jeans. Inside the dim prison, Lucky scrambled upward, back to the thickest swell of the cheek. "Think I'm going to need to take a seat. Just don't I don't sit on anything. My butt is pretty big and pretty soft, but... I don't know how well that would protect someone from the rest of me."

Panic. Hitched breathing in the sweet aroma of Sunset's skin. Lucky was pinned to the cheek as the ride resumed, the hill, arching, then dropping with the rise of afoot. Knowing that, behind and beyond, a seat loomed to take all that this butt could handle.

I-Is she crazy! No no. Get a hold of yourself.

She started to think, even though her goal should have been to scramble, to figure out the best way out of this.

Sunset would never do anything to actively harm you. So you'll have time to escape. That being said—she'll actually sit on you. But lightly, and you know she'll keep you pinned underneath tush for the whole meal.

Lucky sweated.

What's a way out of this. Crawl underneath to her front? Too tight and wouldn't be enough time. Get to the top of the cheeks? The waistband is too tight she'll roll back on her ass to catch you. Where is the safest place to...

Then it clicked as her gaze carried left, over the wind of the booty, to where the twins dived into a canyon. That towering, beautiful slit, composed of squish. Lucky was able to turn sideways, supported by the tug of underwear, to crawl across the cheek.

Strangest superhero to ever be known.

Lucky reached the end of the cheek to where it softly dived into the valley, at once, feeling immense pressure on her back. Pink underwear layered over her, more and more, as the giantess started to sit, and the panties were stretched from it. Forced to grab handfuls of butt, Lucky pulled herself, through the tightness, over the softness, into the little opening at the entrance of the crack.

She was thrown into its front, where there was a bit of a dive, freedom, from the underwear closing in. Pushing her back into one cheek, and her feet into the other, she was able to hold herself in the air, and look around.

Looking at the dome of silk as it closed in, stretching and sprawling, the world at the back of the pants becoming no more. Lucky shook her head as it was now or never. Glancing back at the entrance of the crack, she thrust two hands into it, peeling the cheeks from each other, creating a tunnel, of which, she threw herself into.

It was like being eaten. Slurped up and devoured. Wiggling into that created hole, spreading it further as what was behind closed on her body, sealing the view of the back of the panties. Lucky crawled and wiggled deeper into the sea. Coming, deep enough, that she was not too far in—but not too far out.

The giantess took a seat as the planes of ass settled over the vistas of seating that existed in the outside world. Tons of yellow flesh settling on the pants, which flattened over the seat. The cheeks condensed, balled up, rubbing into each other as the giantess got comfortable.

"Ahh!" came the rumbles which vibrated through the waves of tush. Lucky was pinned with her head forced to the side. Her hands and feet pushed against the opposing wall, finding them sinking into the substance. "There we go! Nice and comfy! Now to enjoy this snack."

You wouldn't dare enjoy our snack without me.

Eventually, the twins pulled away to let light littered into the opening space. Lucky's back and elbows pushed into the might of one cheek as her legs and feet did the same to keep away the opposing twin. Glancing up the rolling canopy of jeans high above.

Where she would need to reach if she were to slip out and receive her treat.

"It seems my little girlfriend was able to find a way to survive me sitting down." Laughter quaked through the titan, wobbling out her ass, as though it was chuckling at her as well. Each boom, a bounce, which weakened the little one pushing away the twins. "Clever thinking in figuring out the softest shock absorbs are in there with you. Geese. Crazy to think of my butt to that capacity."

Lucky glared at the denim sky and, in pulling away from her legs, allowed the sister of caramel to fall into place. The cheek squished into her, lightly, as the crack nestled the small one. She looked up, arms bound at her sides, and twisted herself into greater freedom.

"But now that you're trapped between them," Sunset went on, either looking back here, or staring forward, uncaring, "that means I can do something like this."

Lucky should have known better once the walls closed in, softness mounting of softness, golden seas crashing upward, spreading outward, as the squish doubled unto itself. The clench of the ass buried the girl deeper inside of it, tucked greatly into its confines, being milked that way.

"Funny how I don't even need to touch you to control you? Just the idle clench," Sunset said as she did so, the walls, compacted together, lightly, locking Lucky in place, "and now you're stuck! I'm not just all fat back there. You can thank those morning squats for these muscles."

Lucky's arms wriggled out from the hug, enough to lay her hands on the clumps of yellow, pushing, only to feel the toned muscles beneath. Dense, although soft. Like the thickest clay. There could be no winning against it.

"And say I have a little bad girl who wanted to get inside my panties so badly," Sunset's grin could be heard through her words. "Then I could tuck you so deeply that you might never return." The walls clenched and then relaxed, undulating, the suction of softness, gripping Lucky's leg, and tugging her in.

Nothing could be done as the little one held up her arms, clawing at the cheeks, squeezing them, as the next tug of booty sucked her deeper. The butt would clench and then relent, clench and relent, sucking, undulating, in taking her deeper inside the greatness.

Lucky would wiggle between squeezes, fighting forward a cementer, only to be tugged back by an inch. Everything became darker and tighter with the lovely warmth rising like becoming closer to fire.

And just as she was about to be sucked in for good—everything stopped.

"Of course." The seas of booty slowed to a stop as the echoes flooded in. "Just beating you with my ass alone is no fun. You taught me that certainty is boring. So how about a game to keep it fun?"

Lucky crawled out from the deepest reaches of the crack, from where its tightness started to wane, where she could move a little in the space. Golden squish weighed upon her, although it could be held back. She breathed the sweet presume of the air, waiting for the next commandant.

Outward was the incoming clench of the hills as they rolled inward like a wave. Lucky braced herself as they stole and sucked her back as they released behind her. She was able to retake the foot with ease. Though, once more, another wave summoned ahead.

"This is the rhythm you'll have to get used to as you try to escape." The world at the back of the panties raised and opened. "I'll sit forward enough to open some space back there. You'll have to crawl out of that lucky crevice of mine for you to be allowed out of there."

Then the chuckles returned. "Escape from there, and you can come out. Fail that. And I'll keep you between the twins for the rest of the day." Then the laughter stopped. "Of course. You can just tap out here. And I'll promise to be light on my winning favour."

Little hums vibrated through the hills. "How would you say to keeping inside me for a whole day?" Moans graced those hums. "Down and at the front. Keeping me... pleased. Now wouldn't that be fun?”

Lucky rolled as though in zero-gravity space as she pushed her legs upward, into the ceiling of the cheek, sinking into the smoothness, the sensation of butter, and pushed. Heaving the cheek as more of her foot slipped into it. Simultaneously, her shoulders forced the ground back, as the girl herself, sweated, creating a pocket between the twins.

"Hmm? Now isn't that an interesting tickle." More chuckles rained throughout the biome. "Very well. Do your best to escape. I'll try not to enjoy too much of this muffin without you."

Lucky's legs pulled back, and the squish of the cheek fell back onto her. Coming to lie on her front, prone, she crawled forward, grabbing handfuls of yellow, pulling on them to drag herself forward. The back of her foot backed into the clumps of squish, enough to offer padding to push her forward.

The weight of the curved ceiling was immense. Always laid and weighed onto her back. She could always sense the next clench—that vibration and tensing of glutes when the marshmallows would become tense.

But Lucky didn't wiggle this time. As humiliating as it was to be smothered by two apartments of butt, the tiny took it, lying forward, still and small as could be. Waves of yellow flooded over her, consumed her, into a pocket without space.

Once the clench was done, it's course carried behind, as though taking a phantom sensation backward. Lucky checked over her shoulder, seeing the land behind, close and open, with a grin now emerging.

Then looked forward and carried in that direction. Crawling toward the arched horizon that composed the cleft that she was inside. Able to see the outward bend of the underwear that was the new sky.

The next clench came, and she came still, allowing herself to be smothered, crushed, rubbed by tense glutes, the giantess, fiddling and adjusting on her seat. And then it washed behind, unsure if it had taken her or not.

It didn't take long for her to escape the sunny tunnels like this as, at the entrance of the divot, an arm struck out, wiggling in freedom, until slapping onto the front of a cheek. Then another emerged and did the same. Within the tightness of the crack, there was a wiggling and, in the second next, the blooming body of the tiny.

Lucky broke out into the open with a massive gasp of breath, coming to wiggle forward and push her hands on the cheek, breaking into freedom, as a surprised huff broke from above. Then rained the voice.

"Oh ho! Cheeky you! But I don't think so!"

The immense pressure of softness crushed into the little one's sides as she wiggled widely from the contact. Sweat graced her face as her hands kneaded the fronts of those cheeks, fighting forward, huffing and groaning, as the maw of booty had her in its jaws.

It tried to swallow her back. Devour her into its recesses. Tucked deeply to where none could see her and where she could not escape. But, with a final kicking, Lucky threw herself forward into the restricted space.

She rolled out from the crack and fell and smacked into the flexed silk of underwear. Sliding down it until her legs came beneath the weight of the resting mountains. Panting, gazing up over the golden hills, she saw the waistband of escape from above.

"Looks like someone's a lot more slippery than I give them credit for." Sunset chuckled and wiggled her rear on the seat, causing the dome to shift, the butt to brush across the little one. "Very well. You got out. Fair and square." Another laugh. "But it's up to you to crawl out of there."

Lucky rolled her head and eyes and leaned onto the underside of the cheek, graced by heat and smoothness, both of which, squished out, once she laid forward on it. Looking upward, she climbed, sinking deeper into the sea, on every ascent on its curve, seeing, far to her right, the other roll of its twin.

It didn't take long for her to master the slope and, on being able to stand, somewhat, on the top of the island, to return to her knees before the waistband. It was snug against the wall that was the woman. Shoving her hand into the tight space, Lucky was able to peel, however little, to make a crack of light.

And nothing more.

Lucky growled and stuffed two hands into the slice between skin and waistband, going so far as to place her feet on the wall, feeling the ball of bone beneath the skin, still prying at the strap.

But it was no use. Not when underwear with tight jeans was the lock.

"Y'know," the voice floated down, muffled for it was full, to a certain, mutual delight, "this muffin's good. Fresh. Just made." Sunset's swallow echoed in the air. "Be a shame... to enjoy it... by myself." Another bite. "Guess... I'd better... let you out..."

Lucky rolled backward as the gap suddenly widened, smacking into the top of the cheek and landing on her back, forced to lie there, looking across the front of her naked body. In the denim sky ahead, two pillars floated down, slowly, and with percussion.

There was no fighting them as one of them tapped over her body and, on doing so, pinched at her ankle. Lucky was slid across the cheek before lifting into the air, through the divot of body and pants, the darkness breaking into a flooding of light.

Lucky hung upside down as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Aware, faintly, at her side, the blurring, rising, and towering skyscraper. Looking up the side of the slender frame to see how it rose to above the clouds.

And before she knew it, she was swung forward, held in the open air, positioned before the peering woman. Sunset loomed in the distance with her elbow on the table, hand on her cheek, two beautiful eyes, set on the insect.

"Did you have a fun time?"

Idly being swung like a pendulum clock no longer affected Lucky much, floating from one side to the next, as the pinched fingers on her ankle swung her like so. Lucky chuckled and called out across the chasm. "Would you believe me if I said I still haven't gotten enough?"

Sunset smirked. "Just lets me know how much more amazing I am."

"Don't you mean how much more amazing your body is?"

"Think my body is better than my personality?"

"Which one nets me the most points?"

"Asking that question has lost you some."

"Darn it."

The finger drew forward like a hook on a claw machine as the prize flew into a pair of plush lips, who sunk upon them, feeling them swell around her body. Lucky was then drawn back from the giggling lips before settling onto the table.

The rest of the meal went as expected as the monstrous hand lowered over the stretch of wood, allowing the little one to drop before the vast cylinder of muffin, forced to sit before its wall of wrapping. Overhead, the fingers floated up, submerging into the treat, pinching a bead, and sprinkling it back.

Mortars of muffin whizzed from the sky and exploded onto the table, with dull vibrations as pieces clattered over the zone. Soon the rain ceased, and the little one lifted the hands over her head, looking around at the treats.

Lucky gazed up to a craned neck to the head of the distant woman. "C'mon! No letting me be a worm in that muffin?"

Above was the view of the giantess wiping her lips with a napkin. "Nope! Not with where you've been, anyway."

Lucky blinked. "Oh yeah."

Lunch went as well as one would expect, with Sunset, being the messy eater that she was, often sprinkling crumbs onto the table. Lucky zipped around in the rain before avoiding and collecting the remains, feeling recharged from the snack.

Lucky curled her legs around a chocolate chip, stuffing her face and devouring it, its baked warmth, the gooey texture, and how it warmed her on the inside. She'd finished eating the chip without noticing the fingers that loomed behind her.

And she was snatched, lifted to a massive face, and shown to wide, sprawling lips once more. Not even a fraction of them could be seen as she was drawn in an inch before the pair. Slowly, they opened, enough for a tip of pink to escape.

Lucky twisted in the grip as the tongue dashed at her, with its soft, heavyweight, laying on top of her as numerous buds brushed up her body. Few passionate licks before the tongue retracted. The little one coughed, turning her face, fighting to shout.

"T-The heck, Sunset?"

She couldn't see the edges of the smile but, before her, saw how the tons of flesh stretched. "What? Is there a problem with cleaning my little girlfriend? I can lick a napkin and wipe you down that way, if you like."

Lucky shook her head and coughed. "N-No. Pass. I'm good."

"That's good." That smile pulled away to allow some of the gigantic face into frame. "But it looks like my poor little doll is a little bit worn." The flooding of chuckles bathed the air in the warmth of the giantess's breath. "Not even normal-sized people can take on an ass like mine. Your fight was a valiant one."

Then the laughter stopped as only those distant, moving lips, were in view. "But maybe you would like me to tuck you in a place that's a bit safer?"

Even while hovering miles in the air, naked and pinched at the waist by fingers, which were connected to a hand that composed a park, that was attached to an arm that could form a bridge between cities, set before a giantess that could ruin all of above by sitting on them.

Even then.

Lucky cracked her neck, knuckles, and grinned.

"Nothing can keep me from your ass."

Sunset smirked. "So the game is still on?"

Lucky grinned back at her giantess girlfriend. "My lust will still be there long after the completion is over."

Both of them smiled.

"Very well." The fingers brought her in close once more, for the overwhelming contact of the lips and, after that, being swung around to the back of Sunset's shirt. "Time to put that lust and love of yours to the test. Let's play a little game."

Lucky placed her hands on base on the middle fingers that were snug onto her belly, feeling for its nail as she leaned forward, to the back of the shirt, which was snug to the titan. Another hand swung around, slowly, from the other side of the torso.

It dipped into the veil of the shirt. Pulling it back to create a dome of white and to reveal the strap of black beneath. Motion swirled, and winds blew as the fingers lowered Lucky into the chasm of the shirt, holding, before the massive strap of the bra.

"Hold onto this for me, will you?"

Lucky looked up and out of the fabric dome, to the back of the mountain, of the woman's head, who wasn't even looking back. She couldn't help but call out. "What's the matter? Want me to undo it for you?"

It was amazing that none could see or hear this. That Lucky was stuck to her girlfriend's back, which composed a slender cliff, and she hung from its edge. Holding onto the black strap with both hands, she hung from it, looking up, as both hands hovered out from the realm.

The collar snapped around the giantess but, unlike before, there was still breathing space, a sage between skin and fabric, as the little one was resting into the thickness of the strap. Monstrous shuffling caused the little one to swing on the smoothness of skin at her feet.

"Uhhh!" Lucky called out in looking around, noting how the woman was still sitting, however, with noticeable movement below. "Sunset? What's exactly the goal here?"

The answer revealed itself below as, at the bottom of the shirt, it pulled away, revealing the back waistband of the sprawling pants. One handheld back the shirt while, a set of fingers of the other, slipped into the back of the waistband, pulled, to create a gap.

Lucky turned the best as she could, doing the same with her hands, holding the strap, backwards, as her back rested on the much larger once. Looking out to the slope and slide of yellow to the distant ending of the pants. The gap was small—even at this size.

"If you like this ass so much," Sunset went on in a whisper, as though looking around, trying to spot anyone from the corner of her hair, "then it's up to you to get back with it. You've always liked sliding down my body." The gap was pulled back a little. "Now it's time to see if you've developed a skill for it."

You've still a bit of a villain, aren't you?

Lucky was still on her back and looking out, seeing the distant, sweeping curl of the shirt, that encompassed the scene. Below was the taut plane, held at a decline, those sides looking dangerous. Not to mention the smooth bumps of the spine that peeked through on the ride.

"Now," Sunset continued, "you can climb up to my shoulder if you're not feeling like it. Wouldn't blame you either." Giggles followed. "Not when you can be nice and safe and snug inside of me." Then a breath. "So. How about it?"

Lucky looked down to the bottom of the ride, to the faint opening at the back of the pants, revealing the dim interior of paradise. The glimpse of gold in the night. How the softest things known to humans would be things to catch her.

Life as a coward is no life for me.

Her little hands let go of the strap and, at once, the smoothness of skin brushed into the little one's bottom. She did her best to lie back, arms crossed over her chest, seeing the whirling of the shirt above.

Laughter vibrated beneath the skin, which caused a held breath, breathing, already tough, amidst the speed and the panic. Lucky twisted to keep in course as the sounds of a zip line were on her mind.

Wind blew like a shield. Thick and warm and dense. Thin on being breathed as to make no point in breathing it at all. Moments passed with it feeling like miles being passed. Heart beating fast with a warming body to the overall shuffle of clothing.

Lucky was just barely able to look at her feet to what laid at the beyond, so far down the giantess, already, and seeing the cavern that was pulled back. Even though she couldn't move her head, her eyes danced up, seeing the looming, curled fingers, that held the immense banding of denim back.

She then glanced down into the gift itself. It's expansive nature and the rolling hills that composed its sides. Lucky twisted to shift herself to the left, right into the 'Y' of the twins, seeing a little pocket that, while open at its start, started to tighten as it went along.

Pride swelled striking the middle of the cleft like a strike in bowling. Lucky's feet went along the harder slope of the crack, feeling the impression of bone beneath the skin, though the speed carried her along.

Her legs shot into the slit of the pressed cheeks as they wobbled from the impact. Enough of a rise and drop, a subtle bounce, in devouring the momentum of the little one. Lucky saw it all in a blur, her body shooting into the soft maw of yellow, the thickness, welling against her body, as the resulting clouds wobbled away her velocity.

Then there was the titanic bounce. The feeling of, with arms and shoulders, sucked and pinned to her sides, smothered, by the monsters, as they leapt and bounced within the round confines of the pants.

The flooding of squish from the sides swelled over the tiny and submerged her into softness, beating into her the resulting wobbles, before the seas settled as she was brought back to the surface. Lucky gasped for breath as her head stuck out.

It was the only thing sticking out as she looked up, out from the crack she was trapped inside, how much further it rolled up—and how much further than that was the waistband. Blinding light bathed inward to the scene without a hint to be made about the outside world.

"Comfy?"

The voice buzzed from all around, both everywhere and nowhere, as to add even greater power to it. Lucky's face was pushed in by the opposing walls of yellow as they never ceased trying to swallow her. She wiggled to no avail and not even a jiggle from an inch from those walls.

"Kinda." Lucky coughed and looked up from the cheeks. "And no points for the perfect slide?"

The reaction from that answer should have already been known as, the hand holding the shift, now flew its fingers inside the pants, tracing down the slope of the crack, testing to the trace of her. The fingertip settled on Lucky, not even greater than a bump in that divot. That nail scratched her hair for a second.

Before the fingertip beneath pushed down, gently but persistently, into the depths of that booty. Once it had gone deep, the finger pulled out, leaving no trace, not even a glimpse of any sort of life. The fingers pulled out. And then the band snapped shut.

Darkness clouded the back of the pants.

A voice rang out from outside the abyss in the abyss.

"Maaaaan! Good food always makes me wanna go for a good jog! Too bad I can never usually bring you along." The resulting laughter was sinister—but sinister with love. "Though doing so this way should be fun! Let's see if we can get you that fill, hey Lucky?"