Differing Personal Entrapments

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Sunset Shimmer, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex
Length: 30063

Shrunken Lucky is trapped in three lucky places.

Shrunken Lucky is trapped in three lucky places.

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Published 2021-03-23 19:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2021-10-28 10:37:31 UTC

I | Beneath the Mass

~ 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?"

II | Jogging, Showering, Yoga

~ II ~

Jogging, Showering, Yoga

Sunset lifted the sea of her hair and cupped it behind her head, fitting it through her band, which she then flipped, over and over, until it was all tied up in a ponytail. Her golden midsection was tickled by the breeze as she wore only a tank top and tight-fitting jogging shorts.

The clothing stretched to the subtlest flex of her skin. Twisting her hips dug the shorts into the ass, squeezing it, suffocating any and all space within. Her cheeks joined tightly together at the pressure. The little wiggling between them, however, was the true delight.

"You barely had any room in there before," Sunset went on as she glanced over her shoulder and down at her ass. It might have been weird for anyone else looking. But a part of the charm was knowing she was a goddess, and another was trapped within her most intimate prison. "Now even I feel squeezed by those shorts. Can you even wiggle in there? Or is it full-on tightness?”

There it was. Deep inside her crevice but not lost all the way. Small, fragile, and persistent. It was a lick of an itch from one barely an inch. That twisting, wiggling, and squirming against two sunny walls that melted together. It was hard to think, impossible to see, and barely able to be felt.

But Lucky was there, with her, and tucked within a visage of booty.

"Nearly forgot I had you on me for a moment! It's not like I see anything different looking down there." Sunset looked around the empty park in the sunny afternoon, and saw the winding path through the hills and between the trees. She grinned on returning to her bottom. "Gotta say. Smart move wedging yourself between the girls. They're an excellent size to be shock absorbers."

Sunset lowered her hands to each of her cheeks and felt around them, crawling across their slope with her fingers, kneading the flesh with her palms, working the butt she was so sensitive about. "Have you been pinned between my shorts and these cheeks, mhm, you'd have to shrink even more to create a fraction of space."

Her moanful laughter ended with a grin. "But if you wanted to back out now, I'm sure there's a better place I could stuff you for the jog."

The twisting between her cheeks, however, caused an inch of them to lift from the other, even for a moment, as the tiny woman pushed away the squishy dams. It must have required all of her strength to hold apart an iota of the softest part of her.

Exactly what I was hoping for.

"Good!" Sunset said and, with no remorse, clenched her ass. “Then suffer.”

It was dark at the back of the shorts with only enough heavenly light to drape over the shadowy hills, full and curbed and bubbly, a delicious divot tucked in-between them. Within the tightness and darkness, lodged deep within the canyon of softness, stealing no more than an inch of space, Lucky was held suspended.

She was somewhere in the middle point of the canyon, the ground and the ceiling obscured by yellow flesh, not even a line teasing the beyond. Sunset had finished clenching, drawing the muscle beneath the surface, and suffocating the tiny with its strength.

Even once it relaxed, the ass, in its buoyant softness, stole the little one in a vice grip. She could twist and send a ripple across the rubbery walls. But it did nothing to dislodge her. Before, Lucky could climb or fall or explore. Now, though, the ass had her for good.

Beyond the dense fabric came the rattling of an oversized world as the titanic legs below started to shift. Lucky braced for impact as the first foot stomped the ground, the force blasting upward, through the bridge of a leg, and wobbling out through the softness of the butt.

Lucky was smacked back and forth as the ass jiggled the impact away, and then did so again, absorbing the next step. Soon the butt came with a constant momentum of wobbling side to side, smushing into the small one, twisting her with the arc of the twins.

She moaned at the immense pressure of ass as she would be forced to go with the twist, left and rise, becoming slanted with the angle of the cheeks. It was a constant battering of golden dough. One starting to warm up.

Would others in the park be aware of the little one trapped in the jogger's behind? Would those who dared to steal a peek at Sunset know that one was currently being jostled with that ass? If someone were to back into Sunset by mistake, to lord a crotch over the zone, that it would dominate every possible sense the tiny had?

Lucky found stimulation in her smushed tits and her tight ass. Her arms had been suspended over her head, locked by the tons, unable to break free from their prison. All she could do was rely on the smack of the gigantic ass. It clapped into her being, the pleasure it wrought on her skin, the euphoria it broke through her bones.

Sunset must have entered her full jog as the ass bounced with the run, rocking Lucky up and down within the pocket, still smacking her from side to side. It was a full-on ride, now, where all the control belonged to the giantess that encased her.

In the world that was at the back of her shorts.

More... more... a little more...

Lucky could feel the building release inside of her. The battering of booty knocked satisfaction into her, clap after clap, between the earthquakes of the pounding shoes below. Beyond the curve of the shorts, the fuzzy, dim exterior blurred with the changing of the light.

Sunset's outside jogging in a park... with me in the back of her shorts... beaten by her ass... as she gets wet from that fact.

Lucky was almost there. Nearly there. Pounding after pounding of flesh from step after step of long, strong, running legs. This embodiment of perfection had her, captured her, and locked her in her behind. Unable to do nothing but barely survived against the softest thing on the woman's body.

In a final step, the last clap, the final smack and clench of the arching, lofty cheeks, the twins squeezed on the little one without any sense of mercy. Tense softness, compact in those toned glutes, welding and grinding into the small girl's body. It was enough for her to cry, to cream her release, to douse the smooth, caramel coating of the cheeks with her droplet of milk.

The warm, wet substance split down her legs, staining her thighs, streaking down to her ankles. The rest disappeared on contact against the side of the cheek.

The familiar sensation of an edge of a finger circling love on her belly woke the little one up. Her weary eyes blinked to the surrounding, golden fingers, acting like beams for a structure in the distance. She soon realized she was lying back on a palm, and the mass of an index was settled on her groin.

Above it loomed the face of Sunset, which blocked the overhead light, and swallowed the palm in her shadow. "Looks like you lost your boxing match."

Lucky drearily chuckled. "I took my punches in stride."

Sunset grinned. "Looks like you did a little bit more than that." Her head rolled out from the sky, which revealed itself to be the shower stall behind her. "You also got me pretty soaked as well. How about we call a shower break?"

"Are you losing your resolve?"

"Do you really want to be tucked back there while I shower?"

"You're right." Lucky nodded as she stood, stumbling, needing to grab the cliff of a nail for support. Once on her feet, she let go of it, and Sunset's finger pulled away. “You do need a break.”

Sunset rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky I love you."

"And you're lucky that I'm Lucky!" Lucky cheered. "And you're lucky that Lucky loves you too!"

"I'm so going to slap you back there."

The threat had, at first, been for real as Sunset, standing in the nude, turning around and aimed her ass at the glass. Sticking it out enough to widen her gorgeous gap, she gripped Lucky within a fist and, without hesitation, slapped her into the crack of her bare golden butt. She wedged Lucky near the top, at the very back, where the pressure came tightly at the little one's chest.

But he could still rest her arms atop the globes, watching how the golden fields sprawled outward, curving downward until they diminished from view. Footsteps caused the land to wobble and jump, but she was safe here, wedged at the top of the crack.

The seat from behind didn't last for long. Lucky was able to see how the world looked from back there, like a passenger in a strange, personal vehicle that was never really made to be a vehicle in the first place.

Once the giantess had stepped onto the stall, and the vast, towering, and thick door of glass swung to a thunderous close beyond the twin cheeks, the water started to pour, and two choice fingers flew in over Lucky's home. She was nabbed and plucked out. Drawn to the side of the soap holder turned her place to wash.

It was a quick shower with both girls washing off both love and sweat and whatever came between. Soon they were out and dry, coming before the sink, with Lucky standing on the edge of it, while Sunset loomed behind. Even though they couldn't stand together, in looking at the mirror, it always captured them both.

Lucky opted to stay in the nude as her giantess lover walked off to change, the booming of her footsteps, although rattling the world and challenging the sky, always calming from a distance. The sound had been scary once. That someone larger, stronger, was coming to find and take and do whatever they pleased with her.

She was prey, and learned to get off to it.

But with her girlfriend, though, those sounds meant that someone bigger, stronger, and better was coming to either help, save, or defend her. She would never want to piss Sunset off on a bad day. She couldn't think of anyone in all the world that could do anything to her—without first getting through Sunset.

Those idle thoughts were interrupted as the giantess returned into the bathroom, dressed in yoga gear, a pair of leggings that supplemented the twin legs and all the squish they could hope to offer. Looming up in heaven, the twin wrecking balls hung with the clouds, half of Sunset's face peering over it.

"The last challenge of the day." Sunset smiled before the structure of her being turned in place, swinging around her ass of destruction. It bubbled in the leggings, far bigger, rounder, and defined in shape. It seemed out of this world. A thing of impossibility. "I still need to catch up on some yoga. If you thought you would be pinned before, this will be something different.”

The titanic ass backed closer from the distance, its vastness enshrouded in haze and blurs, before coming into clarity. Lucky hopelessly stood before the nearing rear like one struck at the center before a falling sky.

Once the ass was close, its sides escaped from view, simply too broad for such tiny eyes. The heft of the fat came to rest on the counter, which Sunset sat on, holstering the full beauty and brutality of her behind. It swallowed miles of space, rolled and flattened over it, with the little one awestruck in the valley between the cheeks.

Where the fabric of the leggings dipped in before shooting back out.

"Think you can handle one last battle?" Sunset said from somewhere beyond where clouds would be, but over the sprawling, vertical back of the woman, a torrent of hair consumed the air. "Or would you rather touch yourself and watch me stretch? You must be so tuckered out from being carried all day.”

The goddess hummed. "Don't you worry! You can own up to your punishment tomorrow... unless I stuff you wherever I like when you're sleeping."

Lucky shook her fist and yelled into the storm. "Just you try!"

"Hmm!" The golden arm arched away from the woman and hovered its hand over the tiny, who wobbled in place, unsure to fight, flight, or curl into herself. "Seems like the only confirmation I'll need!' Without warning, the hand's thumb and middle finger snatched the tiny by the waist, raising her over the swell of the back of her pants. "Do enjoy your battle! And remember! The more you tickle, the more I get out of this!"

Lucky watched the counter zoom away beneath her feet and be replaced by the outward curve of the leggings, seeing another hand drop to the waistband, holding back the spongy dam to reveal the booty it contained. The hand holding her drew close, over the opening, where she looked into her soon-to-be prison.

"It'll be tight," Sunset began, "but you should be able to move a bit easier in there."

The fingers then released.

"Later!"

Sunset couldn't suppress the urge to peek over her shoulder on feeding the tiny to her ass, watching that mint drop into the darkness that was the back of her pants, consumed at once by the shadow of her clothing.

Once she was inside the article, her finger slipped away, and the band snapped, softly, into her waist. Lucky had pelted the jiggly top of her cheeks, which were ballooned by sitting. After Sunset rose, however, the cheeks were guided down by gravity, and Lucky slipped over the edge and fell with their curve.

Until reaching the thickest portion of her bottom, which pinned her against the fabric, more than defining her against it. Sunset looked at the mirror and admired her ass. Lucky's little outline was there. Wiggles, shifting, and the moving of her limbs. It was all captured through the fabric. It was a live show; a tease to the happenings to the tiny world that existed within her booty.

Sunset grabbed her ass and squeezed, rolling back her head and shutting her eyes, moaning in the coming bliss of demolishing her little girlfriend. Working her cheeks up and down, feeling the smooth rubbing of the fabric, the tantalizing sonnet it composed.

It didn't take long for her to reach her mat before the mirror in the living room. With a phone in hand, she flicked through some tunes, finding a feisty track that could blast her through a quick session. Her previous games had been for Lucky before, but now, this would be for her pleasure.

A release, built and denied, since the start of the day.

If only she knew how much she turns me on... but then, I would never hear the end of it!

Sunset came to sit on the back of her legs, stretching the leggings over her rump, diving the little one into her pudge. Her skin tickled with the struggles, the teasing wobbles, which could be nothing more than pinpoint. All of her being fixated on that single inch, rendering the rest of her overly sensitive.

She came to lean forward and crossed her arms on the mat, feeling her chest squint as she laid on them, spreading her legs and raising her rump. The thick material thinned as it was paved over her derriere.

Adding more definition to the squish being spread.

Sunset winked an eye and looked back at herself, the slope of her torso and the rising of her bottom, the feeling of the little one, locked in her pants, slowly being rolled by them. Lucky was fighting. Banging against the wobbly wall of her cheek and the taut fabric of the article. No matter what she did, as the ass raised, and the pants were pulled tighter, they both rolled the little one in.

That's right... you know EXACTLY where you're going... you naughty... naughty little girl. Sunset grinned at feeling Lucky being rolled over the curve of her right cheek, constrained over the hill, with the ceiling bearing down on her. She fell with the inner-dive of the twins. It's one thing to lodge yourself in the depths of my butt yourself. It's another to force you inside there, without even having to do a thing about it!

Sure enough, once her legs were spread and her ass was pushed out, Sunset held the pose to the delicious sensation of a wedgie. One that was another girl being slipped into her crack, swallowed by the maw, and fighting the whole way inside.

Once Lucky was secure inside of her, Sunset brought her ass to the ground, sitting, as the softness compressed into itself. Pushing out a leg, she leaned forward, coming to reach and hold her outstretched foot. The whole time, there was a wiggling inside her crack, one who was absolutely smothered.

Screw this.

Sunset leaned back more on her tush, applying more weight upon it, narrowing the space within. Diving a hand into the front of her pants, she traced her slit, lingering a few seconds on her swollen clit. It already swirled with pressure as released was a touch away.

Rocking back and forth on her ass, she did so to feel how Lucky shifted, if she fell or rose, the various wiggles that tickled the giantess. Sunset rubbed herself, knowing that, inside that panty prison, Lucky was swallowed by squished, golden globes that no doubt sealed her hearing as well.

Despite that, the monotonic woman was rocking on her rump, altering a world in seconds with light movement. It was nothing to Sunset, but inside those pants, it was a crashing of a sea to a tiny. No doubt, she could hear that hand far away, the one rubbing away at a cavern, all to the idea of Lucky being squashed and smothered and dominated.

Soon it was too much, and feminine butter released from within, dousing the front of the yoga with a wet patch, fuming the article with the smell of her pussy. Sunset slowed on her bobbing, coming to roll onto her stomach and looked behind her, seeing her legs swim in the air, and the nice curve of her butt under the pants.

She fished a hand back there, slipping it beneath the band, reaching in deep to feel for her friend. Digging deeper than expected, Sunset felt the small body, pulling it out and cupping it in her palm. Bringing it before her face, she saw little Lucky, worn out and sleeping, stained in love both her own and not.

"Looks like you've finally got your fill," Sunset whispered upon kissing the tiny. "And I don't have much in me to keep this up." She pulled the front of her top out, descending the little one inside of there, using her fingers to part her canyon. "So we'll call it a draw. I think, in some ways, we both won today."

Wedging the sleeping woman between her breasts, she let the twins fall back together, cupping the asleep lady. Her hand slipped out, and her top snapped back to her chest. Sunset got up and looked around. She'd still need to clean up and get ready for bed.

At least, though, she could carry her sleeping girlfriend while she did so. While Lucky was not much better than a necklace at this point, something about the idea of bringing Lucky in her cleavage... well, it tickled Sunset to no end.

III | Lodgings at the Crotch

~ 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

Prologue | Games Unique to Us

Differing Personal Entrapments
B_25 & AlexShark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like a prey addicted to their predator.

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

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

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

This is going to be so dirty.

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

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

And plucked her.

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

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

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

Crap crap crap!

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

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

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

Which they did.

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

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

"It's, uh, alright."

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

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

"And that means giving you a nice shower!"

Lucky's shoulders dropped a bit more at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Does...

Does that mean...

Does that mean I'm too easy?

Damn it!

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

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

It caused her to cling tighter in some ways.

Which Sunset would always laugh about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something had also come over her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky slumped forward onto the rolling mass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It'd been a magical peace that was unique.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah-hem."

Aw crud.

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

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

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

The trance broke from a satisfied hum from above.

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

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

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

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

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

Lucky was about to slip.

And seconds before she did.

"Hehe! Don't worry, Luck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least for the time being.