~ III ~

Lodgings at the Crotch

Dawn broke through the window of the bedroom, the bright, warming start of the next day, though at the cost of wrestling one from the comforts of slumber. Lucky grumbled and stirred from her place within the stretching canyon.

Boobs were flushed as the sides of her, mushed into her, enough to cover her body though not enough to block the sky. Wiggling forward and up, she battled away the flesh, coming to stretch. Behind her, her girlfriend's massive, hazy face loomed, asleep, though with a blush heightened by sweat.

Lucky clambered onto the edge of one of the boobs, struggling to rise at the squishy slant, but found her balance after a short while. Looking over the collarbone and the bridge of a throat, the jaw of her love flanked her like a canyon wall.

Guess I better get started with my morning stroll.

It was much like walking down a street when the boob thinned into the rest of the chest, a bone strutting out from beneath the skin. It was smooth and swept to the sides, a little hurdle to climb over—before entering a slide on the other side.

Lucky rode it to the base of the massive throat, feeling a thin layer of skin over the dense muscles beneath, wondering, beneath her feet, how many times she had passed through that sacred passage. She was usually being sent down or coughed up from the inside. In strolling across the bridge to where it connected to the underside of her girlfriend's head, Lucky found a new appreciation for the unconscious body.

Sunset's chin looked above as the rest of the jaw pulled outside her vision. The mess of hair and a tease of an ear peeked out from behind it. Shaking her head, Lucky approached the lemon cliff, leaping and gripping it, holding clumps of skin to ascend.

Weird to think her mouth is just past this.

Lucky's hand flew over the cliff of the chin, holding the delicate area and hoisting herself over. She rose to her feet on the plane of the face, one made horizontal, with the swell of lips ahead, the tower of a nose behind it, and the two closed pools a couple of feet ahead.

Lucky walked on the curve beneath the lips, balancing through the shifting skin, feeling like a wandering fly. However, once Lucky reached the cheek, she dropped to her knees—sinking and kissing the tons of flesh.

It was warmed by the blush and tasted salty from the sweat.

And behind her, rushed breathing escaped from the volcano of those lips and the high pitch of held whimpers. Something was getting the giantess going. What could have been the issue? The answer became clear in both a name and a tone.

“Mhm... L-Lucky..."

Lucky stood and turned as her arms hung at her sides. Looking at the impossibility of the slumbering face, it shifted and twitched, repressing the torrents of rising pleasure, which jostled the little one around. She looked over the chin and the sprawling body in the beyond, seeing, at the edge of her vision, the twin, pyjama-clad legs and how they rubbed together. Tons of thigh beating and rolling against tons of thigh. Milking and warming that sacred place in-between.

Lucky slammed her hand into her palm.

That's right! Sunset got me off all yesterday—and I hardly returned the favour! We'll have to be changing that!

The journey across the sleeping woman was a pleasant one, a walk through the park, if that park were made of a soft, narrowed gold, formed in the body of a woman beyond anyone's league. Lucky didn't trust swimming through the cleavage of the mountainous twins as, as it happened before, if they opened, even a little, she would fall in, and no amount of wiggling would free her.

Both girls had underestimated the power behind Sunset's chest. Perfectly round enough to stick out with a dense amount of weight behind them. They weren't enough to detract from the rest of her. Just that, in wearing a tank top, the girl could knock the world out.

Lucky had fallen between the pair once while Sunset was sleeping, and, as the giantess rolled in her slumber, the little one was swallowed deeper into the warmed void. The twins would spread for a second, enough for her to sink, before closing back in with their immense weight. One would roll into another as Sunset shifted onto her side, wiggling in her sleep, unaware of the demolition her boobs wrought in their subtle jiggle.

That would not be happening again. Instead, she strolled over the curve of the left and, on reaching the peak, took a seat at its edge. She slid as far she could before the decline became too steep. From there, turning and holding the flesh in her hands, she climbed down the end of the breasts.

The walk across the tummy from there was easy, except she wanted to linger and look around. She'd always wanted to have a party on top of the slender belly. To have music and games while the giantess watched them with rolled eyes. To always have golden skin at their feet, the feeling of breath pumped beneath them—it would have been paradise.

But the musk in the air set the present problem.

Lucky slowed at seeing the giant view before her. Like standing on a cliff before the sea, she watched as two leviathans rose and clashed in the sky, knocking into each other's sides, grinding up and down the other's length.

These were, of course, the long, the thick, and the monstrous legs of Sunset. Rising and clashing and falling against the other. The giantess was unconscious as this happened. Letting the natural beasts of her body do as they pleased. It made the landscape more primal, more dangerous... and more sexy.

I might not survive if I get caught between those two.

Lucky squinted an eye.

But if the goal is to get ground against that crotch... I should be alright.

One of the legs crossed over the other, holding its thigh to the curve of the crotch, allowing all that squish to compress over that concentrated space. All that weight and pressure, blanketing over the zone, dwarfing it into nothingness.

Dying against my girlfriend's pussy by being smothered by her giant thighs.

Yeah.

Worse ways to go than that.

At Lucky's feet, the give of the belly became less and less in every step, feeling it transitioned into the toned surface of the ground. The border of the pyjama bottoms lay before her. It was thin, though tight. An older pair Sunset liked to wear on lazier days.

It was for that reason the stink of musk stole the air.

The heating of her pussy phased through the fabric, spreading in the surrounding area, drawing those in the room to its reward. Lucky dropped to her hands and knees before she knew that it would actually be needed. In reaching the band of the pants, she crawled underneath it, able to lift and wiggle beneath it, making it a couple of inches before the elastic snapped behind her.

The inside of the pyjamas was narrow but loose, the fabric floating overhead, the diluted sunlight filtering through. The roll of the crotch exuded a yellow hue that was a light in of itself. It burned musk within the entrapment. Light steam settled over the zone.

And, to the sides, the shadowy impressions of the legs, followed by the titanic sounds of rubbing fabrics, loomed over the little one. The monsters weren't aware of the speck yet. There was a chance that, if she were spotted, both would fight to devour her first.

Only one thing is eating me tonight.

Ahead loomed the field of trimmed fuzz with a texture of silk. Lucky soldiered on, elbow after elbow, foot after foot, crawling across the thatch of the crotch. It didn't help that, as she ruffled the silk, it drew out the smell captured within its fibres.

The rich perfume of a goddess's innermost scent.

The field had locked as much as it could away, though the cunt never stopped in its fuming, which caused the pleasant stench to escape the confines of the clothing. But now, the little soldier crawled through the field, unleashing the fumes onto herself, adding more steam to the fog.

Lucky crawled over the edge without knowing, over mounds that had separated, between swollen folds that laid apart. The girl rolled and fell and latched onto the first thing to enter her vision. Within a second, a strike of thunder struck across the terrain, feet breaking across the sea of the mattress as the beast wrestled with the sheets.

Looking out from the crotch to the curved ceiling of the pyjama bottom, she realized exactly where she was on the woman's body, seeing the folds at the sides of her vision. Returning to the bolder she'd latch to, Lucky grinned and laid her on the unhooded clit.

There was a storm beyond the port, and a woman's moans were the crack of thunder in the dusk. Shuffling sheets quaked like the sea, and the squeaking springs were the world compressing against the weight. Sunset moaned. Shifting, rolling, rocking.

Her unconscious body searched for the surge of pleasure.

Lucky had been aware of the slickness coating the lips and the vines of cum that, though they bent with the distance, were connected to the interior of the pants. Part of her wanted to fall. To reach the base of that cunny, crawl in, and lick and nip and love every inch of that vast, sensitive tunnel.

But something slid in overhead, the slow arrival of a massive finger, followed by the rest of the hand, which rested and pushed the ceiling of the pants back. Two fingers primed at the entrance below, plowing within, pumping, touching, and feeling herself to release.

Lucky paid it no mind as she draped her little body over the big boulder, caressing and rubbing the twitching instrument, trying to play a song to its climax across it. Shudders quaked, and hips arched before falling again. Nothing, however, threw Lucky from her work.

And within seconds, the breathing, the raising moans, the whines and whimpers and cries for release, it all merged and rose with the thrusting of the hips that carried the world at the front of the pants.

Lucky latched to the numb as crotch skyrocketed above, with this part of the body held in the sky. Sunset milked the pouring pleasure as waterfalls of clear waters broke from her pussy below. It poured and crashed and stained the fabric, which darkened and drank the liquid—but there was too much, and the torrent started to spread, leaking down the swell of the cheeks.

Soon the hips fell back into the bed with a satisfied huff in the beyond.

After a few seconds of breathing and letting the burning skin cool down, the giantess must have suspected foul play at the front of her pants for, in the coming next second, the hand within pull out to the band—keeping it open to allow the giantess to peer inside to the world of her creation.

Lucky crawled to the top of the clit and came to sit crossed-leg atop it, coming to dust off her hands and shoulders, cracking her neck from side to side. She sniffed the orgasm in the air and wrinkled her nose like someone offered bad-smelling wine. "Oh! Sunset! You're awake! Good morning."

Sunset's face was visible through the opening of the waistband, across the narrow lane of tummy, and over the squishy mountains. Her mouth was open as she fought her breathing to slow down from the exertion and the morning confusion.

Then she found her voice. “Naughty.”

Lucky crossed her arms, leaned forward, and grinned. "Says the one having a wet dream about me."

Sunset's confidence dropped. "Wh-hah? D-Did not!"

"Are you sure about that? Because, first of all, this place is drenched." Lucky pointed around the inside of the pants, even though she was the one trapped inside of them, and could be for good if that hand decided to let the band snap. "And it was wet waay before I got here."

Sunset huffed. "So what? I had a wet dream."

“You have a wet dream about me.”

“Did not!”

"You moaned my name and everything! You still probably remember it too! What were you dreaming about?"

Sunset's mouth opened... but it was a few moments before words came out. "E-Exactly... what you just did." She then swallowed, looking away while keeping the front of her pants open. Lucky loved when she could be the powerful one for once. "With a tiny bit more."

"Well then! Aren't I just the best girlfriend around! Making my naughty girlfriend's dreams come true—without even getting off myself!" Lucky scooped the air with a pump of her arm. "And it was pretty hard to focus on your clit, too, baked in your musk, trapped in your pants, threatened by your legs, and with your hungry pussy wanting to swallow me below."

Sunset blinked. "Y-You mean you... didn't get to finish."

Lucky shook her head before happily nodding. "Didn't even touch myself after crawling through the battlefield of your pubic garden! It was like mine after mine of your musk exploded into me. Stinging my nose and baking into my skin." She breathed in deeply—fuming her lungs with musk. "I've more than made up for yesterday."

The hand holding the ceiling of the article, which created a tent-like effect as the stretch of fabric was pulled toward it, reached down and swallowed the tiny into a fist, which slowly pulled out from the pants. It soared across the feminine miles before opening at the goddess's face.

Lucky watched the interlocked fingers overhead disengage, each falling away, the fist cracking open like an egg. The first view was Sunset's face as it drew in—slamming down on the little one with a kiss.

The shower put a storm to shame as the rain cascaded down the vertical goddess, who towered in the nude in the stall, hands on her hips as she focused on the blown bubblegum on her lips. Zoomed in, between the soft pair, out spat was the naked body of Lucky, set between them, their tense softness locking her in place.

It was a ride in of itself as the lips sucked her back in before pushing her out again, over and over, the constant suction, the entering and leaving of the cavern of the maw, the sudden seeing of a universe known only as a bathroom—it all was too enthralling to be even remotely scared.

That, and the tongue dug between her legs, smacking between them, as it licked at her itty-bitty prize was enough to distract her mind from any fear of heights. With a couple of flicks, the tongue brought her to release, which forced Lucky to arch upright, gripping the lips, thrusting herself forward and back to milk the building high.

Sunset only looked below, letting her lips be used as Lucky pleased, while her hands rubbed soap across the naked scale of her frame. Lucky was so small, so weak that the lips of a woman were enough to service and cradle her. Finally, she finished, drenching the tip of the tongue in a dot of white.

Lucky fell back and leaned in the open air, feeling her midsection held by the firmness of the lips, assured that she could hang without any fear. Heaving and breathing, the steam of the shower didn't help with cooling off.

All the pressure and pleasure within, however, set out from between her legs.

The hips held their suction on her waist as they suckled with a wet smacking; the sounds echoed from within the moist cavern. The softness meshed and rolled over her form. Dousing in and loving it. Though, after a few seconds, they popped in the opening.

Lucky slunk backward and slid over the slip, entering a free fall, too pleased to care about matters such as life or death. Sunset watched amusedly from above at the tiny girl's descent. Without having to move, without need to do anything, she stood there and waited, right until the falling speck crashed and made an impact with her breasts.

The miniature woman struck the top of the boob, sinking and testing its elasticity before the buoyant flesh rebounded and bounced her up. Lucky flew before falling again, crashing into the soft mountain, descending its inner-slope, that was, before sliding, on smooth, wet skin, into the awaiting cleavage.

She slid headfirst into the chasm and wiggled into the darkness, which left her bottom half wiggling out, her legs too weak to even kick the air. Sunset rolled her eyes at the display before hoisting a finger over the miniature. Then, with the softest mass possible, she applied force on her little girlfriend, feeling Lucky slip between her tits.

Where she would be securely held until Sunset took her out.

Lucky had once again found herself suspended upside down, with massive fingers pinching her itty-bitty leg, it having been drawn from the depths of the giantess's chest. Glided to the sky where the giantess's head was nigh, a single ocean compassed within an eye rested on her.

"You've been really horned up this last while," Sunset commented with her other hand on her hip. She stood in the nude and was not surprised as the little's eyes glided down to admire her towering figure. "Not that I mind. Like right now. But is everything alright with you?"

Lucky shrugged from her pitiful state. "What can I say? There are periods where the effect of being reall-lly tiny around someone that's smokin' in every regard just gets to me more."

Sunset curled an eyebrow and smirked. "So you're saying I'm responsible for all this?"

"That a bad thing?"

"Hmm... I guess there's worse things to be accused of."

Sunset quickly set Lucky on the bed as the giantess sauntered off in the bedroom, leaving for her sprawling, hazy, and intimidating frame to always be on distant display. Lucky crossed her legs on the sea of the blankets, watching those legs stride through clouds, seeing the little leaps of the ass above.

Even in spending a day suffocating against them, her desire to be punished by them again never waned.

However, she had gotten her fill, craning her neck to the heavens, where that distant chest loomed. It was always so full, so found, so perfect without being bloated. The sight, the idea of it. Everything about it, from its jump from a step to the way they smacked together—it was a paradise for all those who were tiny.

Sunset stopped by the bed and lay down the spread of her panties and socks, followed by jeans and a bra with an added shirt. It was like a farm laid of different fabrics, differing textures, strewn across an open world. So many worlds of so many colours.

Each piece, every article, was its own pleasure, its own prospect, that drank the tiny in arousal.

Sunset returned and, in so doing, noticed the tiny waving her arms. She lowered to the ground and hugged her knees to her chest, with only the top of her torso appearing above the edge of the bed. Her mighty face doomed down on the little one. "Something up, Lucky?"

Lucky closed an eye and shook a finger at the sky. "Say... do you remember yesterday? That little bet we had?"

"Here we go." Sunset huffed a stray piece of hair out from her eyes, a vine that could be swung across, from cheek to cheek, as the giantess watched. "None of us won. It's a draw. You won't torture me today, small fry."

Lucky grinned and pumped a fist next. "Then how about we settle it, titan!"

Sunset cocked her head as the waterfall of her hair pulled to the other side. Watching countless vines of varying sizes and lengths was too much for such little eyes to capture. Seeing an amazon in motion was a natural, active beauty in itself. "And how do you propose that? You're not gonna win against my ass."

She chuckled, and the blast of breath knocked Lucky on her own butt. "Not with how it tuckered you out so much last night."

"I... I won't be going against your booty this time!" Lucky shouted back on, feeling her hands on the sheets, all while the giantess slid to the edge of the bed, laying her chin on it. . "Instead of being at the back of your underwear... I'll be at the front!"

It was supposed to sound brave, heroic, and endearing.

But Lucky really was nothing more than a goof.

Sunset laughed and laid the side of her head on her fist. Her hair pooled over her face, leaving only the river of her nose and the edge of an eye above it. "Really? You seriously can't get enough of me, can you? What's it going to take? Spending a week inside before you'll want a break?"

Lucky pushed her lips to the side, crossed her arms, and looked away. "I don't even think that would do the trick."

Sunset blew air out her lips, and across the waters of the blanket, the fabric wiggled like grass in the wind. "You're such a perv.”

"Guilty as charged!"

"So all of this is you just trying to get back in my pants, then!"

"Nu-uh-huh! We're settling a draw! There's no perversion in seeing who is the better gal!"

"Uh-huh."

Lucky looked back and across the wasteland to the distant giantess. "Then it's no sweat! Since this draw doesn't mean much to you, that means you'll have no problem forfeiting this challenge." She then shrugged. "Which means I automatically win."

"Now, hold on there."

Got her.

"You really think you can stand the whole day being pressed against my pussy? With it hot, tight, it might get a bit... musky, in there." Sunset rose and lowered her hands to her crotch, which loomed over the bed, a series of fingers resting over the curvature of her mounds. "And if I get excited... hey! What can I do? You might get a little wet, while something else gets a little hungry.”

Sunset then dropped her panties on the bed, laying them down like so, while lording over the pair. It was like a gauntlet, an elevator, where she was both the level and the boss. Seeing any foolishness, in coming to witness her imposing might, that would still dare to go anywhere near the giantess.

"Better be careful with how assured you sound, Sunset!" Lucky said while striking a finger to the waiting giantess, striding over to the pink underwear, seeing its waistband stretched beyond the sides of her vision. "Don't forget there are some snacks you just can't keep down! Food gives you a tummy ache from the inside!"

Sunset narrowed her eyes. “I would crush you.”

Lucky grinned. "And I would never let you stop."

Sunset spat. "Alright." She leaned forward, blocking the overhead light, the mammaries of her chest hanging in the air. Her lone finger snuck into the band of the panties, raising it, opening its interior. It was dark, soft, and dimly pink. "Get in there. We'll see who's begging who for freedom after this."

Lucky approached the bottom waistband, feeling like she was coming to a strange, curved, and round cavern. Light shone distilled through the pink veil, barely illuminating the contents. The crotch went on like a bridge, with a slope, a cot in the middle.

Lucky carried over the waistband and looked up, seeing the lone, yellow finger by itself, holding the ceiling of the underwear. The fabric lowered the deeper it went and, as Lucky passed the band to the crotch of panties itself, the finger slipped away, and the article closed.

All was dark and silent for a moment. There wasn't much time before the ride would begin. The fabric nearly folded together, leaving not much more than an inch of space, which was enough for Lucky to waddle across the crotch of the panties.

Legs holes opened like domes at the sides, currently sealed, but fit titanic thighs when the time was right. Finding herself in the middle of the cotton bridge, Lucky waited, and soon, the movement began.

The panties were lifted by their waistband, and gravity shifted horizontally.

Laying on her back, Lucky grabbed handfuls of the fabric, keeping her planted in the crotch, watching around as the material fell. The holes opened below, on either side, with a light, calm wind floating up. Down was the ground set in a brown haze.

Above, there was a flap before the light shone in.

Deep within the underwear, the little one looked up, straight into the blinding light, and was forced to squint to brace the brightness. Within seconds, her eyes adjusted, adjusting to the shadow, one cast by the giantess that loomed over the prison.

Sunset stared down from high above, out of reach of any possible sound, a goddess because she was unreachable. She didn't even bother to spot Lucky. Like there was no hitchhiker in her underwear. Rather, she was a girl getting dressed, doing as perfection normally did, and Lucky somehow had been brought along for the ride.

A foot rose from above, looming over the panties, before it blasted down, summing force and winds with its strike, a long column of caramel shooting downward and stretching out with thickness. Another foot and leg crashed from the other side, tearing a whirlwind within the underwear, one that nearly ripped the tiny from the dip in the underwear's crotch.

The hands holding the panties fell away, causing the world to drop, descending the legs as the fabric inside floated upward. Lucky felt herself doing the same, screaming until the opposing legs spread. The panties stretched and stopped in a second, the density being thinned out.

Sunset looked down from heaven, between her legs and into the crotch of her panties, coming to stick out her tongue. "Gotcha."

Lucky reclined into the crotch and laid a hand over her heart. "C-Celestia... you really did."

"Last chance to back out! Can't hear ya, but start climbing, and I'll know to take you out."

Lucky crossed her arms and grinned at the sky.

"Looks like few things scare you in this world, Lucky." Sunset dipped forward and reached the sides of her panties, starting to pull them up, feeling the fabric caress her thighs. "If loose underwear is one of them, then you won't have to fear what comes next." She grinned and slowed the panties at her thighs, revealing the mass of her crotch to the small one. "Because once I pull these panties up, they'll be tight, really tight around me."

And without further word, the ride resumed, pulling the panties up to the woman's waist. The slope of the heavy crotch had loomed above, those yellow hills, pink folds, teasing to the monster tucked behind it all. They grew bigger before Lucky was pressed and sealed against them.

The panties were pulled to the hips outside her prison, the large fingers pulling them higher than that. The crotch of the panties rolled into the giantess's groin, flexing and sealing against the flesh and curves and becoming affixed by the pressure alone. After a few seconds, the fingers slipped away.

And the elastic snap of the waistband sealed the tiny within.

Sunset was a little disappointed herself as she lorded over the bed in nothing but her underwear, the fabric snug to her curves, enjoying the rubbing of the little one at her lips. It was at her crotch, right between her folds, kept out by their puffy nature.

Her hand lowered to the stretched pink and glided the back of her fingers against it, feeling the impression that bugle buried in the slope of her panties. It wiggled at the touch—sinking between the lips. Sunset felt them ache to life. Closing, suckling, on the passenger between.

You'll have to be careful down there. I could control what I did with my butt—most of the time. But that there? That's another mouth—another monster. It has a mind of its own. All I can feel is what it wants... and what it does.

"Do you like being down there, Lucky?" Sunset couldn't help but say, thrusting out her hips. Her crotch was on display before the mirror. Lemon thighs pulled the pink underwear tighter. "Right next to my big, warm pussy? I can feel it breathing on you. Exhaling all that musk and sweat."

Her hand washed up and down her body, feeling across her stomach and caressing her hips, even feeling back to her cheeks to squish them a little. Her waist danced a little in the seductive show. Her finger brushed the front of her panties, following its slope, the fatness of her crotch. How it lurched into its silky chambers, composing the space, stretching it to its shape.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it got all steamy in there for you." Sunset giggled as a tingle tickled the bottom of her spine. Her hips rocked to the enjoyment—swinging the one within. Beating and bearing Lucky against the mountain of her crotch. "I'm not responsible for anything my pussy does. I hope, mhm, know that.”

Sunset laughed as her head rolled. "It could gobble you up. I could be walking, rocking that fabric bridge of yours." Her hands snagged the sides of the panties, slipping a finger through. "And that monster falls on you. Its lips wiggle you in. You'll be sealed inside my cunny."

She slowly pulled the waistband up her hips.

"My hole will swallow you next." Sunset looked in the mirror at her crotch, seeing the space inside diminish. That slight bulge wiggled more. It scampered up her mounds, climbing up only to slide down. It disappeared more into the encroaching slit. "You'll be stuck inside of me as I move; my walls will take you deep. Far deeper than you've ever been before."

She stopped. "Maybe too deep for me to ever get you out again." She chuckled. "And while I don't control it..." Sunset hiked her underwear, stuffing the tiny into her slit, where she disappeared behind her lips. "... doesn't mean I won't help it!"

Sunset wiggled in the bliss of the wiggling human between her lips, each kick and punch, nip and bunt, a shock of building pleasure. Having a tiny woman in your underwear felt so fucking good! Finally, the hands lowered the waistband back to normal, and a finger pulled the crotch back into place.

Something minuscule pelted the slope of the undies.

"Good luck in there, Lucky." Sunset returned to the bed and picked up the pants. Putting them on next, she fashioned a belt around them, looking down at her denim-clad crotch as she tightened it. "And don't forget, no matter what: I win.”

Sunset pulled the belt tight and fastened it into place. She strode back to the mirror to check herself out. The jeans squeezed her skin—and doubled the pressure at her crotch. Her finger traced over that area to feel the thickness of the material. A frown rose at being unable to feel her little girlfriend.

...until a wiggle from inside jolted her.

"Oh, yeah." Sunset laughed while patting her crotch, which served as a prison for the tiny, with the zipper being the bars. "This should suit the both of us nicely." She started to walk. At her crotch, the denim swayed, grinding into her being.

Lucky laid back in the slope of the panties with a furious blush and sweat washing down her body. She looked up at the tremendous. Vertically, two golden mounds loomed, rolling like the lawns of heaven. Pink lips peaked between them, swollen and engorged, inching out by the second. Over them, a clit hovered, ticking left and right like a bell tower.

There was more space at the front of the underwear. Lucky flipped onto her stomach at the intense incline of the panties. She pushed a hand into the pinkness. It thinned from the push. The firmer back wall of denim, however, stood taut.

Good thing Sunset didn't do her belt extra tight—or else I would have been fucked.

For a second, everything lifted, and the pants, underwear, and tiny were pulled into the golden fissure. Immense, soft weight crushed into Lucky's back, the wiggling of pants caused the enormous lips to do the same. They pinched, nipped, and slicked her with slime.

"Ahhh!" The satisfied hum rumbled throughout the giantess, echoing into her crotch. "There we go! Hope you don't mind, Luck, but I had to adjust my pants there! Pulled them up and wiggled them around." The distant voice giggled into a hand. "Though I suppose I should warn you next time, huh?"

Lucky crawled upward, between the pinched lips, clenching handfuls of panties to pull. Freeing herself from the lips, she hung over them, seeing the mounds squish into the slope below. Sunset's clit flew close. It trembled. An extra, sensitive thing, needing to be clung to.

Outside of the jeans, the hands holding them slipped out, returning the article.

Sunset's crotch floated away.

Lucky looked down at it all from above but, as the powerful legs shifted at the sides, enduring their tremors became too much. The fabric twisted in the direction of the step. Letting go, the tiny slid down the panties, slowing across its smoothness.

She came to its base, feeling it flex, as she to the pussy looming above.

Can I even defeat that thing?

Or... because of all the space I have in here...

Lucky flipped once more on her back—worried, for a moment, if a mountain of pussy would fall on her back—before she climbed up the slope of the panties. It became flat near the top. Tightly, dual waistbands were snug around Sunset's sprawling hips.

Lucky wiggled herself into the space, lodging herself through it, and, though she was pleasantly pinned, was able to breach the top of pants. Her face, shoulders, and arms appeared out from the massive crotch. She peeked out from it, like she was on a ride, holding the blue brim of the pants to watch what was going on.

Outside was the massiveness of the world contained within a sidewalk. Below, two denim-clad legs swung, holding perfect form. Those passing on the sides noticed Lucky's hostess as she carried herself through the middle of the sidewalk.

Damn.

How did I score a model again?

"Are you getting tired of being in my panties already?"

Like a little pet, Lucky looked up, over the underside of the shirt, past the twin globes in the sky, to see the moon of her girlfriend's face. Sunset didn't look down right away, focused on seeing forward. But then a grin crept across her face, and she glanced down at Lucky.

"Never." Lucky smiled as, far away, Sunset's hand swung with her motion. One came over, though, and hovered. Sunset's finger patted Lucky's itty head. "Just came up for some fresh air."

"Oh? Is that so?" Sunset smiled while rubbing Lucky's head. "Then all the fresh air you need," she began, the tip of a finger, pushing down on Lucky, "should be in there!" She laughed after shoving her little girlfriend back inside her underwear—and all with a single finger. "Careful about poking out from there. We don't need others knowing how deranged we both are."

Lucky had enjoyed the pets from the finger. It erected before pushing down her head, shoving her through the tightness. She entered the zone of the underwear and fell. Striking the slope, it bounced her a few times. Lucky laid back after that, caught with gigantic pussy once more.

Should I just surrender myself to it?

Nah.

Leave the best for last.

Lucky rose on the panties, enough to reach the bottom of the overhead lips, catching them both in her hands. A jolt tore through the giantess. Something so small could have an effect on someone so large. She waited a few seconds for the sensation to go away.

But there's a way to let others know that we're deranged—without them knowing I was even there.

Sunset dipped the finger beneath the front of her pants, uncaring for the few who noticed, winking at them. Let them think she was merely scratching herself down there. That wasn't a bad idea. Scratching herself with a tiny body while those who watched were none the wiser.

Maybe we can afford to be a bit riskier with our fun.

Trouble came after entering Sugarcube Corner and waiting in line to order next. Sunset crossed her arms and shifted from one leg to another—rubbing her panties into her pussy.

Lucky teased her.

Grabbing her lip, she pulled herself into them, wiggling between the pair, teasing the two. Then she stopped and must have let go. Sunset blushed and expelled some wetness between her legs. Her body warmed, and her heart raced. But nothing followed the high—which plummeted.

Think you can play me down there? You forget I can throw you in my pussy and never let you crawl out.

"Next! Oh, Miss Sunset Shimmer!" Ms. Cake waved Sunset toward the counter. "Same time as usual! Just a second." She ducked behind the display of sweets, snatching something from the bottom. "Freshly made!" Ms. Cake returned with a muffin on the counter. "You and your little girlfriend differ so much in taste! Thank goodness you both enjoy chocolate chip muffins!"

Sunset smiled as she strolled before the counter. "I like spicy food, and she likes sweets."

"That's why I always want the muffins you share to be just right!" Mrs. Cake went on. Her eyes scanned Sunset's shoulders. She frowned. "Where is your little date today? Is she feeling unwell?"

Sunset felt terribly wonderful for grinning. "Oh, yes, I'm afraid so." She shifted from side to side. "She was burning up the last time I checked on her." She giggled. "Thankfully, she's in a nice, soft bed, where she can take it easy."

Something nipped on Sunset's lips.

"Yaaawl!" Sunset wiggled upward onto her toes before falling back on her heels. Droplets of sweat drenched her forehead as a blush warmed her cheeks. "Oh-ho! I-I mean. S-She's, uh, she's..."

"Down with the flu?" Mrs. Cake offered. "Oh, dear! How horrible! I hope such a thing isn't made worse at her size."

I'm about to drench her world in CUM at her size!

Sunset swallowed a moan. Her thighs squeezed into her crotch. Lucky had slipped into her baking slit, wiggling through its length, letting steam burst into her underwear. It burned inside there. The girl became slick with her juices across the preheated lips. Curving with their shape, kissing and licking, biting and nipping.

Play with me now, Lucky! But I SWEAR that, once I'm out of this, I'm going to CRUSH you with this pussy!

"N-No! She's fine!" Sunset breathed heavily at the onslaught of aching between her legs. Her crotch burned through her pants. It drained a tanker of will to not shove a hand in her panties. One flick and she would cum a torrent. "If only a bit restless.”

Then, past her pants, behind her panties, Sunset felt the little one slither out from her lips.

They should have swallowed you into me and never allowed you to escape.

"It's a shame she won't get to enjoy the muffin warm," Ms. Cake said as she slid the treat over. Sunset drew the exact change from her pocket and handed it over. "But there's always tomorrow."

Sunset's hand opened Cake's as Lucky latched onto her clit.

End, end! I'm so-so-so ending you!

Sunset shut her legs together, grinding them into her cunt, further rolling the dough over the little one. The coins trembled from her hand, some dropping into Cake's awaiting palm, the rest clinking onto the counter.

"Oh, dear!" Mrs. Cake swiped her other hand over the scattered currency, sweeping it into her first hand. Her concerned eyes glanced up at Sunset. "Are you okay, dear? You seemed flushed. Could I get you some water?"

Sunset's clit exploded in a creamy stream that warmed around her hips, shaking them into subtle flicks, forced to hump the air. Those behind watched Sunset's gyrating hips awkwardly. Her foot stepped forward, buckling, as her hands slammed onto the counter, her hair messily falling over her face.

She was an inch of willpower away from falling.

"I-I'll... b-be fine." Sunset inhaled through her mouth and threw herself upward. "Just... had a bit of a crash earlier." She swiped the muffin from the counter. "My muscles still spasm a little. I-I'll be fine after I ride them out."

Ms. Cake's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?"

Tiny teeth nipped into Sunset's sensitive clit; another bolt of euphoria tickled up her spine. Her skin heated, the inside of her pants steaming. Sunset nodded with bitten lips. Then, turning away, she shambled away from the counter, through parted people, to the secluded booth at the back.

The backdrop of the underwear twisted from side to side, the crotch swaying up and down the same, with the lips swelling from the stimulation. They lurched forward and exhaled exhaust. The cunny opened to the dark, undulating, smiley interior. It clenched in needing a meal.

And ached at having now.

Meanwhile, above, on the clit peeking out over the cliff, a lone, naked rock climber clung to it, her thighs, clutched to its sides, meshing into thin skin and the tough meat, while the climber's little arms hugged the orb.

Lucky laid her cheek against the sunny world and ground against it, riding her hips across its slope, leaving trickles of wetness. She spread her legs wider and slammed her crotch into the sphere, feeling the toughness beat into her softness, sporadically rubbing circles for that extra tickle.

The clit ached. It shifted. Throbbing. Rocking to the bobbing of the giantess outside of the pants.

Moans broke from impossible heights with a bass that could break concrete. The roars of the monsters muffled through the ceiling of the pants. Something pressed through the denim into the silk as the round indention settled onto Lucky's back.

This means you lose the first round, predator.

The missiles rolled Lucky over the clit in a smooth, consistent circle, with an occasional press and pin. Rolling cushions beneath the titanic derriere squeaked from the latter' bobbing. Rocking her ass back and forth, the sliding sound echoed, and the underwear tightened from being pulled.

Lucky's sweat-drenched body didn't care. Her squished boobs tickled. Being pinned to a quivering clit vibrated her in all the right places. She couldn't even cross her legs as she came. That twirling, burning honey, slipping out from between her legs as a much bigger dam released the same below.

Looking over the side of the finder and the descending slope of the clit, she saw the towering lips below, the splash of milk spreading in the air. The blotch smacked into the panties, which darkened and dampened, failing to absorb the liquid as it seeped onto her legs.

The biome slowed. Its heat blistered in the burning musk. Rich, overpowering, and stinging Lucky's nostrils. The pushed crater in the ceiling lessened as it pulled away. Then, from above, both waistbands pulled away. Two fingers slipped inside and, flicking Lucky onto a fingertip, rose her from the warzone.

Dimness transitioned into brightness.

A sunny belly rose like a skyscraper to the left; the underside of a table spanned like the ceiling to a stadium on the right. The fingers rose above it over it all, chest and menu, the fingertip set before the looming face of the giantess.

Sunset glared at her. "Naughty."

"You..." Lucky laid on her back and was without breath. Her hand rose with a finger done the same—but dropped with her next exhale. "...clenched me to no end with your butt yesterday. I had no counter attacks. Today... is the... d-day... where the fight is fair.”

Sunset chuckled. "Oh. You really think I was giving it my all to you down there?"

Lucky laid back on the hill of a fingertip, resting her cheek on it, looking out to the massive face. "I think that you couldn't control yourself and felt the need to do the job yourself. I was going to finish you off, too." She smiled. "But now I wonder what will happen if I don't."

Sunset's face darkened as she looked away. "I can deal without getting off."

Lucky grinned. "No, you can't. You're too sensitive for that."

Sunset looked back with a raised eyebrow, shaking her head. "Oh, no, you so do not want to play this game."

Lucky stuck out her tongue. "I already won the first round. Do you want to give up now? Better with me one point in the lead than many." She fully fell back and rested. "Because if I dominate you in this game like I think I will—you have no clue how much I'm going to use that against you."

Sunset broke into laughter, vibrating the air, sending tickles across the fingers. She nodded and smiled at the bobbing of her distraught hair. Then she leaned in close, obscuring existing with her presence alone. Those tremendous lips settled inches away.

"I. Will. Devour. You."

Lucky weakly leaned up, squeezing a lip with a hand, before following it up with a kiss. Within seconds, the lips pressed together, dwarfing Lucky in the kiss. The gentle pressure pushed her down, with the lips engulfing the hill with their existence.

They pulled away seconds afterward.

"But I think we're both tired enough to call it a break," Sunset began as her head pulled away. "What do you say?"

Lucky sat and crossed her legs. "Agreed. Plus, I'm starving." She planted her hands between her thighs, staring out to the giantess. "Besides. All I've had to eat so far is you."

Sunset rolled her eyes. "Gross."

Honey coated the skin and dripped in thick batches from her limbs. Lucky stood naked on the table as Sunset licked a napkin before pinching the tiny softly and depositing her in the tissue. The white texture rubbed across her. Seconds passed, and she was let back on the table, left to the stand next to the crumbled article—which stood like a boulder.

Lucky stood on the edge of the table before the seat of the booth. There, across from her, the titan sat, stealing the vastness of space. Her neck craned back to stare up at Sunset, who cocked an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Napkin cleaning?" Lucky cried. "What happened to mouth baths?! Those are so much better! I'm locked inside your mouth, bouncing around, and your tongue lathers all over me and—it's just a great time!"

Sunset snickered and descended. Lucky stumbled backward as crossed arms fell over the edge of the table, stealing the area like drawbridges, with the giantess laying her head atop them. From the impact, a blast of wind shot outward.

"You think you still deserve a mouth bath after that stunt you pulled?" Sunset's hand pushed toward Lucky, tapping her with an extended finger. "Good girls get baths. Bad girls get cleaned by a napkin." She chuckled, laying her cheek on her forearms. A curtain of hair fell over one of her eyes. "And besides. I still have a muffin to eat—and I don't feel much like tasting myself right now."

Lucky pouted and crossed her arms.

A delicate fingernail guided back her head, tilting her chin up, setting Lucky to see the giantess on the horizon. Sunset smiled before speaking. "Don't think that I don't love you any less. Once all of this is said and done, you can lounge in my mouth all that you want."

Lucky hugged the fingernail, which tilted to receive her. "Deal."

Lucky stepped away from the fingernail as it swooped back to the chin-composed horizon. She crossed her arms and stared at the face. "But if you're from the lack of giving me any love, you can call it quits early. I won't hold it against you. Won't think you're weak or anything."

Sunset's eyes rolled as her chin lifted from the counter. She rose to the heavens and looked down like a goddess. Her chest partially obscured her face. "Please. Knowing what you can do there? I'm about to put you to work."

Something sinister snagged at the corner of the giantess's lips. One of her arms disappeared beneath the table; the other swooped over Lucky. The wood rumbled behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the wall of the palm, titled on its side, and pushing toward her. Its immense softness crashed into her back and pushed her across the oak plane.

Sunset watched from above with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Then she flicked her eyes down twice. Lucky was pushed to the edge of the table and glanced over. Below, Sunset's jeans' waistband was pulled out, as with the thin layer of her panties.

The giantess scooted forward to position her crotch beneath Lucky.

Sunset leaned over Lucky, swinging over her, blocking light. This made it so the opening in the pants tilted toward the tiny. In a swoop, the hand swiped her off the table, throwing her into the air. Lucky swirled in a smooth arc into the held-out underwear. She pelted Sunset's belly, the healthy fat bouncing her back. She struck the underwear next, sliding down it before resting at its bottom arc.

The giantess leaned back in the seat to a cushion's squishing. Out from the narrow opening above, Sunset gazed in, barely able to see the tiny in the darkness. With a wiggle of her fingers, her other hand slipped out. The waistband of jeans and panties snapped back into Sunset's waist.

The underwear flicked Lucky back into the oversized pussy. She wiggled against it, the swollen, lubricated lips licking her in residue. The beast calmed. It exhaled miniature clouds of heat and musk. The folds sunk together, but in the slice between them, the tunnel within seemed closed through the small hole.

But for how long?

Something outside pressed into the slope of the underwear, sealing Lucky against the lips of the pussy, washing her up and down, feeling the slick lips crinkle all over her. More heat wafted from the pair. She inched in deeper, twisting, half of her body submerged. The lips came alive slowly, opening and closing, little inches of movement. They suckled on Lucky. She bobbed, in and out, like one keeping afloat in wavy water.

"Don't worry," the voice rumbled from inside the pussy, a sweet, tainted voice that teased her about coming to find it. Lucky looked into the darkness of the cunny, seeing the impressions of its tall, sloped walls. It vibrated to life as the voice spoke. "I won't be the one to feed you to it. No, no. There's no fun in that.”

The impression into the underwear pulled away and, while the article returned to its arc in the distance, the tiny remained wedged between the lips. Lucky wiggled, fighting to pull herself out, but, each time, the lips sunk back in, slipping her with them.

The poor girl couldn't escape folds.

"I'm going to go about my weekend as though you're not here." Lucky slipped with a yelp down the lips to their base. Behind her, another waft of musk blew. Looking to it, she saw, through the darkness, the vault that led into the innermost being of her girlfriend. "I could shove you inside of me, and that would be it. But it's too easy. It's not fair."

Raining laughter undulated the hole into the fleshy tunnel.

"You'll have to deal with everything that I would do—without any regard to you." The voice quietened. The next words were whispered from inside the cave. "And you'll have to avoid my pussy from eating you. I might not be aware of you—but it is. And it wants you. As I go on humbly unaware."

Rock music hammered from the radio perched on the wooden shelf; the closed, square garage boosted its sound. Tattered clothes dirtied the stone ground as red cabinets on wheels were scattered throughout it. At the center of it all was a motorcycle.

Sunset laid back on her creeper underneath the bike. Watching the last of its oil shrink into a trickle, she smiled once the baby had drained itself. She pushed the pan beneath out into the open. Grabbing the filter laying next to her shoulder, she twisted it into the valve—using vice grips to seal an extra few turns.

Her legs spread as she tightened the oil filter, feeling something snagged into her slit, wedged deeper by the flex of her underwear. Her rump wiggled on the platform, jostling the itch, feeling plop through.

A moan tickled the bottom of Sunset's throat. Lucky had tumbled inside of her cunny, crawling across burning sensitivity. Sunset crossed her legs to both double and seal the pressure on her entrance. Lucky crawled inside of her like a wiggly pet. She hadn't fallen inside her hole. But, as itty-bitty feet stood on hot mush, little hands reached up for her lips.

The tiny pulled... but couldn't hoist herself out.

My slit is too high for her to reach like this. Y'know... if I rolled back and forth really quickly, it would probably tumble her around. Once she falls in me—she's never getting out. But... I don't want the fun to end just yet.

Sunset uncrossed her legs and rolled forward from underneath the bike, where a canister of oil stood. She sat on the edge of the creeper and rolled over to the side of the engine. Untwisting the cap there, she pulled the dipstick out, setting it aside on a stranded cloth.

She lifted the jug and set it over the opening of the engine, pouring its oil into it while spreading her legs again. The tickle came again. Near the top of her slit. Something wiggle between them—beating escape.

It took a bit of a fight, but the bug struggled into freedom, escaping the lips with a fall. Sunset couldn't focus on the sensation as it fell away. That meant Lucky laid somewhere in her underwear. Probably close to her pussy, inches beneath it, able to see Sunset's distant cheeks.

Oh, how I wish we could switch places someday.

The back of the oil container has a see-through line that, once it reached the halfway point, Sunset pulled it back. She twisted the cap back on both it and the engine. Taking a cloth to wipe any lingering moisture, she stood before the bike, loosening her underwear. Something tickled her underside.

There you are!

Sunset grinned. Looking to the garage door, she stepped toward it, raising her legs higher than needed. The reclined bug on her panties rose with them, flexed into the lips of her cunt. Both nibbled on the tiny. Squatting to raise the garage door, the panties wedged into her pussy, sealing the bug into her lips.

Sunset lifted the garage door. Wiping her hands, she returned to the bike, straddling it, flicking her crotch into its cushion. Lucky fell from her slit again, but the rest of the crotch fell into it before she could move.

Sunset leaned forward, turning the key in the ignition, feeling the bike rattle to life. The full weight of her crotch squished the girl buried beneath it. Wiggling forward and back, Sunset drank the sensation, drowning another with her pussy alone.

Just wait. Because this is about to get a LOT better.

Sunset reached for the throttle.

Lucky couldn't escape the cliff of a crotch that rose and turned and tilted and was on her. Its field laid over the zone and swallowed the space around. The slit sealed over her body, which laid against the panties and jeans, set on the cushion of something familiar.

The cunt pawed at her.

Tucked between the lips, Lucky crawled backward while, overhead, the lips closed on her. They sealed beneath her, lifting her from the panties until she slipped from between them. Lucky fell onto her stomach, crawling to the waistband ahead. The cave behind the lips groaned. They closed onto her once more—sealing her tightly in place.

Then a monster blared to life. Something loud and medicinal. It purred as tremors broke. The cushion trembled, rattling the tiny, beating her into the thirsty lips. They licked and suckled and tried to eat her. Wanting to take her into that cunny and seal her inside for all of its entirety.

The moans above the roars didn't help. The crotch ground into the vibrating seat, which intensified as the engine roared louder. Slime drizzled from the cunt as the air burned in the fragrance of musk. Lucky slid back and forth in the slit, slick with its juices, as it rubbed to its satisfaction into her.

Lucky ceased all control. She couldn't do anything. Not while the seat vibrated her between the lips that the crotch ground forward and back into. That landing strip of lips beat into her as they pleased without any remorse. All she could do was give them pleasure in being abused.

The grinding in the darkness didn't take long to find its high.

The massive crotch flicked forward, all the way up, presenting the base of the cunny. Half inside the lips, Lucky felt the breathing of heat and musk from the growing and shrinking hole within. Torrents of something gushed toward her. Sunset's tight little opening was poised directly right into her.

You win this one, Sunset.

Heavy breathing echoed from inside the being. Splashes crashed into flexing muscles on their outward tumble. The tide splattered into freedom, splashing into the underwear, drowning Lucky. Everything was wet and white. Jerks from the overhead lips rode the coursing pleasure.

Lucky laid in the mess and, after a few moments, came to breathe the burning air. It would take weeks to not smell like Sunset's sex. She was nothing but wet hair and white skin. The force of the climax had exhausted her limbs. Even as the giantess sat up, she slid with the arc of the panties, coming to be wedged into Sunset's underside.

D-Don't... g-give up...

Lucky slowly twirled, in a pinch between fabric and flesh, onto her stomach. She crawled forward, grabbing the damp silk and pulling herself across her girlfriend's innermost perfumes. Reaching freedom from the wedge, she carried upward, unable to see through the stitching of the panties. She could make out the impression of the interior of the pants. That, and the landing strip that was a vertical zipper.

She clung to the slope of the panties with hands and feet and saw to the overhead waistband. Reaching it, she wiggled through it, allowing its pressure to pinch her into Sunset's groin. Giggles thundered above.

Glad to know she's still overly ticklish.

Lucky broke the surface and became afloat on the brim of the pants. She raised enough to slump her chest over the denim like a survivor at sea. The tightness of the pants pinned the lower half of her body snugly. She breathed in the—primarily—fresh air.

Chuckles rang from above.

"You alright?" Sunset asked in a mix of curiosity and concern. "For someone that's been adamant in getting inside both sides of my pants... you've been poking out an awful lot." The giantess leaned back into the rear seat and, because of this, caused Lucky to laid back onto her stomach. "What's the matter? Is it really that much worse at the front? It still hasn't even eaten you yet."

Lucky reclined against the stomach. It rose, subtly, as the giantess breathed. Then it fell. Laying against it reminded her of lying back in the water, against the waves, feeling herself bob with them. It relaxed her. "I'm starting to think it might be easier inside you." She looked up at the plane of the tender belly, seeing the overhead chest of her girl. They blocked all possible views of anything else.

Damn, she has a big set.

"Do you know how tiring it is at the front of your panties?"

Sunset laughed from elsewhere as her stomach rose and fell, shaking the tiny. "Oh, please, do go on! I want to hear about how badly you have it."

"Seriously! You might not think it's much," Lucky began while twisting back and forth, "but it's a full-time gig keeping alive inside of there! From riding your underwear to dealing with your lips! They give you a beating! It's a soft beating, sure, but it's still something! Much less getting stuck inside of you and then trying to get out while you're... doing whatever you're doing."

She breathed. "And being climaxed? Lemme tell you." She crossed her arms and chuckled. "Let me tell you. You might be out of breath from getting off and finishing. But dealing with a dam of cum being broken into you? It's enough to make you feel beaten. Times the rest of all that—and it's a workout."

A sensitive voice spoke. "Do you not enjoy it?"

"Heavens, no!" Lucky barked back. "Fighting for your life against a hungry pussy is the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life!" She shook her head. "Just letting you know it's not all pleasure in there. You might not be aware of it daily. But the amount of stuff that happens at the front of your underwear is insane."

Laughter expanded the stomach, which welled behind Lucky, squeezing her into a hug. It kept for a few seconds before deflating. Sunset spoke. "The front of my pants has only been this interesting because you're there. Never forget that."

"Tch." Lucky rolled her head back on the smooth skin, looking to the underside of the eclipsing boobs. They were snug inside a black tank-top. It thickened their shape. "Maybe we could do service out of that. Get a tiny Lucky inside the front of your pants, and make your day more exciting... today!"

"Pfft." Those mountains wobbled. "Are you trying to make us more money? Or do you just want to explore more women?"

"Why can't it be both?"

"Because I'll shove you so deep inside of me if it's the second." Sunset adjusted herself on the seat. "You won't ever be able to escape me. I'll make sure of it. I'll even swallow you before bed every day to make sure you don't escape."

"Remind me to make you jealous more often," Lucky followed. "I like what you're willing to do to me when you're jealous."

"Enough to wanna make your girlfriend jealous all the time?"

Lucky didn't have to think for a second. "Naaah. Normal you is best you."

"Jeeze," Sunset followed. "Glad you think so."

Both took a mural breath of relief.

"Wanna grab a shower?"

Lucky cocked her head. "Are you admitting defeat?"

"You're beaten from pleasuring me," Sunset said. "And I'm beaten from being pleasured. We've both finished more times today than we have in a while." She took a deep breath. "So how about we call it a mutual break? Unless you want to poke you inside the front of my panties again?"

Lucky also took a breath of that fresh air... and would rather have a bit more of it for the time being. "Alright. Mutual break. Though the counter is still open until midnight."

Sunset rose from the bike onto weak legs while Lucky was pushed back over the brim of the pants. She was pinned there, seeing the world from waist level, with groin behind grinding into her back. The giantess went to close the garage, turning off the bike on the way back.

Then they returned homebound toward the shower.

Lucky sat crossed-legged on the bed and watched the giant change, pulling up her tank top and pushing down her pants, tossing the soiled clothing into the distant hamper. Sunset posed in the nude before sending a hand to the bed. Lucky stood and clambered onto the palm as, together, they bounded to the bathroom.

It's only after Sunset that the idea of having two showers a day became a thing.

It wasn't before long they were in the shower stall as warm water rained on them. Lucky had been brought to the hanging pool hung on the side of the booth. Tiny reclining seats had been set across the ledge—along with a counter supplied with various bottles.

Lucky disappeared behind it as, over the pool, clasped hands hovered over it. They uncupped. From their separation poured a torrent of water. They rose to the blurry showerhead, catching another fill, then lowering to the pool and separating. In the next splash, the tank overfilled as water splashed over.

Lucky wordlessly sauntered to the pool and, rising onto the tip of her toes, dived into the pool. She sank to its middle, content to float, the heat freeing filth from her body. Her eyes opened to see her crusted air now untangled. Whips of its spread, bobbing in the heated water, spreading its natural way.

The same was true of her floating body. It wavered in place. Cum, and a sheen of other fluids melted from her skin. It thinned into a mist that raised away in the water. Everything tingled. She felt clean.

Looking over to the side, through the glass of the container, there, in the great beyond, the yellow titan loomed. Nothing could be seen above those mighty hips. The bubble of her butt shifted about. It raised and dropped and wobbled to the strides and steps of the legs.

Then a hand entered the view, washing across the cheeks with a bar of soap, squeezing into them. Despite having been stuck with the giantess, the scene never diminished in effect. Watching that amazing ass being washed burnt a tickle between Lucky's own legs.

I think it's better if I give myself a break for now.

Lucky looked to the surface of the water and swam toward it, breaking it within a couple of seconds. Treading the water, there was a splash and a quake of waves after. Looking to her right, an island sank in the water. Smiling, the girl swam toward it, over the palm, which rose up, catching Lucky in its center.

It rose and curved along the tower of the titan, slowing after a massive chest loomed in the view before the hand drew toward one. The palm tilted and cupped the upper curve of the breast, laying Lucky across it. She hugged the swell as a trio of fingers supported her against it.

Sunset's head watched from afar and ahead, over her sprawling collarbone, as her face dwarfed all other possible viewings. "I figured you'd want to cuddle after I was without the grease."

Lucky chuckled as she looked up at Sunset's face. "You say that. But I'm still waiting to go sliding across your greased-up stomach."

Sunset laughed. "Different kinds of grease, Luck."

"I couldn't tell," Lucky continued, "so I wouldn't care."

"You say that now."

"Oh, hush."

Sunset held her against her breast as the warm water poured. Moments passed before Sunset's fingers curled over Lucky. They raised to the giantess's face. Enjoying a second to look at one another, they both leaned in, with the fingers drawing Lucky to Sunset's lips.

They kissed.

Slowly, without breathing, without moving, they kissed, content to be together like this. The game between them ceased as love rose above lust. A couple of seconds later, the fingers flew away from the mouth. Still, those lips were all Lucky could see as they spoke to her.

"Thanks for the wonderful day, Lucky." Sunset's lips spread out from view. "I have a feeling it wasn't as good for you as it was for me." They pulled to one side in a smirk. "Which is funny because I was doing all of this for you. I didn't think it would feel all that good at first. You might have to be careful. Knowing how you feel down there, I might shove you down the front of my pants more often."

Lucky smiled back. "I'm still waiting to hear the downside."

"Downside is I don't know if I'll be able to repay you the same."

"You better," Lucky followed, "or else I might have to dump you."

Sunset's lips drew closer as the fingers holding Lucky tilted backed. They uncurled from over her as she laid across them. She looked forward in time to see the massive mouth open, exhaling a gust of breath. It washed over Lucky with tickles of moisture. Out from the darkness of the maw, however, peeked out the red serpent.

Lucky's eyes widened as the underside of the beast loomed over her, eclipsing all light, leaving her in the shadow of the bridge. Then the appendage grew as it dropped on top of it. Sealed beneath it, she felt it drag forward and back, its weight washed over her.

The smooth coarseness tickled her skin and bunched her tits. It sunk Lucky into the fingers. She breathed the compressed air, catching moisture in her mouth. The tongue drew backward, off her body and down the fingers. Lucky looked over her feet to see the tip of the beast curled over the ends of the fingers.

The head over it moved forward as the tongue licked across the fingers. Lucky braced as the front of the tongue stole over her. Buried beneath its size, she felt its taste buds rolling over her, each bump tickling her.

"Nnnn-mmmm-hehe!" Lucky laughed and cried as she beat on the tongue, all of her punches sinking into the squish. Its tip licked at the side of her face like a puppy, drawing laughter before drawing up and down over her chest, licking at her tits. “Stop, stop-pop! You're killing me, Sunset! You're really killing me!"

The tip of the beast swiped back between Lucky's thighs, wiggling between the pair, separating them as it passed through. Its size quickly filled the space between her legs. They arched around it, squeezing into the wet flesh. The warmth licked upward, across the thighs, over the finger, toward the exposed crotch.

The tongue made contact.

Oh, sweet goodness, d-don't blow right here!

The layers of tongue settled onto Lucky's crotch. Its weight pushed into her, a taste bud nudged into her slit. The tongue went back and forward in place. Lapping at the miniature crotch, Sunset propped her fingers, better holding Lucky against the force.

Lucky broke at the warm, wet weight, washing against her. She rocked in place from the pressure. Rolling to deal jolts of joy, she grabbed at the fingers, kneading their thin layer. Her eyes squeezed shut as her mouth opened wide.

"Mh-hm. T-There." Lucky moaned with a rising of her head. "D-Don't tease me anymore. I've been so pent up all day." Her legs wrapped around the tongue, preventing it from freely licking across her. She clutched the muscle into her cunt. "Just finish me. Give me a moment to be without lust owning me. Please. I need this release.”

Sunset hummed in response. She didn't stop. Her tongue vibrated in an idle song, buzzing against Lucky. The little one rolled her head with a moan as she thrust herself into the tongue. Gyrating her hips upward, she rode the flesh, its wall of bumps, feeling her release near.

The tongue shoved Lucky back to the fingers. It depressed into her pussy, furiously licking, applying total force. It was enough for Lucky to quake side to side to ride out the extra high. Then, she broke. That itch deep within melted into a swirling tide that flushed out her canal. It splashed onto the tongue in a blotch of white.

The tongue retracted into the maw overhead. Sunset's lips sealed tight afterward. Moans came muffled through them. Inside, the sloshing of tides could be heard, followed by the idle breathing of the giantess. Winds of breaths settled over the tiny laid on the fingers.

"I came on you so much today," Sunset started with a whisper, "that even your cum tastes like me."

Lucky rolled her head before it collapsed on the finger. She felt the hill of bone beneath her. Sunset had rolled her up to her knuckles "You're... the worst."

"Are you still able to say that after what I just did?"

"Puh-lease! I would be able to do what you do, easy."

Sunset snickered as she pulled away into the distance, holding up her hand, still, with her recovering girlfriend on it. Her head cocked, and her smirk grew. Be it bets or arguments, the two always fought to be on top. "Oh, and how do you figure that?"

"There's less of me to please," Lucky fired, "and you have more to please me with." She chuckled as she laid an arm over her chest, recovering like a lost sailor set on a beach. "What's harder? Setting your tongue against a spot? Or traversing a cliff and pleasuring a breathing tunnel?"

"Hey, hey! It's not as easy as you make it sound!" Sunset turned and twisted the valve to the shower; the water slowed to its sporadic pelting. "My body helps with some of it! Plus, I do a bit of naughty thinking, too!"

"Oh, do ya now?"

"Shut it!" Sunset pouted her lips together. "Okay. Maybe it's easier to get you off—but it's also harder to get you off well!"

Lucky rolled her head on the knuckle, gazing out over the sky of the stall, looking at her distant girlfriend. "How do you figure?"

"It's like you said! Easy to lick you 'till you finish." Sunset bounced with her words, wobbling her ticks. "But it also means that there's not many options or ways to get you off uniquely. So when I do make you climax in a special way—it takes a lot of skill to pull it off."

Lucky thought and looked to the ceiling. "Hmm. Guess you've got a point."

"Told ya!"

"But now I'm trying to think of those special times that you got me off." Lucky couldn't suppress the smirk that stole across her cheek. "Y'know, when you weren't using anything else on me."

Sunset smirked the same. "Trust me. You don't want me to get inventive."

"And why's that?"

"Because you'll be my slave after that."

"Ready to prove those words?"

"It would be a shame to ruin a second shower."

"Is that you backing out?"

"No! Just letting you know that we'll need to have three showers before we go to bed."

"Think you'll have the energy to walk after I'm done with you?"

"Funny, because I was about to ask you the same."

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

"Aren't I the one that has to carry you there?"

"I'll make it worth your while."

"Prove that once we reach the bed."

Author's Note

Another chapter down and out! This is a nice series to touch on from time to time.

It's hard always writing micro stuff; the wit dries on repeated material. You need have a little romance with your horror and normal size troubles before you shrink back down. But when it comes to getting straight to the enjoyable dirt—this story is my go to.

I hope it serves the same purpose to you that it does for me.

Until next time!
~ Yr. Pal, B