Relieving Mrs. Cake's Milk Problem!
Helping Mrs. Cake
B_25 & AlexShark
Lucky Star walked the sidewalk of downtown. Her hands settled in her pockets as she looked around. Newspaper stands occasionally rose to the side, reaching to her waist, as cars passed behind them. Buildings flanked the streets.
It'd been the first time she'd walked the scene by herself. Usually, she'd be tiny on someone else as they carried her. However, after acquiring a bracelet that modified her size, she could explore the world on her lonesome.
Those newspaper stands no longer rocketed to the sky.
The passing buildings were not worlds unto themselves.
And the winds of passing cars no longer threatened to sweep Lucky into the sky.
Yet it feels like they might.
Lucky looked at her feet as they walked—pausing her next step. At the crack between the slabs of pavement, a worm slithered out, moving into the shadow of her raised foot. Her face scrunched. Then, closing her eyes, she brought her foot down.
...next to the worm.
This size is going to take some getting used to. Lucky retreated closer to the buildings. She leaned on them as she walked. You've spent your whole life an inch tall. Yet, you're more scared after finally becoming big. She stopped. Taking a moment to breathe, she slowed her thoughts as well. No. It's because you've been small your whole life that you're scared now.
Like something else is going to get you. Or that you were never meant to be big—and this is a dream about to become a nightmare. Relax! Nothing bad has happened yet. Adjusting to being big is something you should take slowly, like walking the streets a little every day. You can go back to being small once you get home.
But home... was very far away.
Or! You could retreat to somewhere equally as safe!
Lucky looked up to exhale a smile at the signpost above. A wooden sign hung in the air, the shape of a cupcake swinging in November's wind. She looked forward to the steps to the establishment and raced up to them at once.
The warmth of Sugarcube Corner took Lucky from the cold, who shut it out by closing the door behind her. She leaned against the frame and looked to the ceiling, breathing in the warmed sweets that lingered in the air.
The aroma of pastries calmed her nervousness.
Should probably return to acting like a normal human being.
Lucky leaned off the door and stepped forward with a lie on the tongue. Her mouth remained closed as the store lacked people to lie to. She glanced around for life and found none. She even glanced back to the ceiling in the expectation of a certain someone to be crawling across it—but found nothing.
"H-Hello? Anyone here?" Lucky called out before strolling to the counter. She peered over it to none behind the bakery. "Mrs. Cake? Are you here? I don't know if you're open or not—the door was unlocked."
No response.
It's not good if no one is here. They usually put up a sign and lock the door if they have to run a quick errand. Lucky turned and leaned her bottom into the counter. Maybe I should stick around? Make sure nothing bad happens while they're away? But I still have to get home soon.
Lucky shook her head.
You don't even know if anyone is here or not. You have to accept that, now you're bigger, that you're more responsible for things. You have to take that initiative now. You can't depend on someone else to carry you around or handle all the trouble.
With the various girls in her life, even though they were crazy, they were still a delight to deal with. Despite all the lewd courses they put Lucky through, she was always safe and comfortable with them. That, and those gigantic girls would handle most troubles of life and of the world.
But now, suddenly, she had been thrust into an independent life.
Without any previous experience.
Now is as good a time as any to get some. What did Mrs. Cake say? That you're family. That you're always welcomed in the back. Lucky lifted from the counter and bounded around it, coming to the little gate at its end. Now it's time to repay that trust and check that everything is alright. It's okay. You can do this. Remember: so long as your intentions are good, you won't get in too much trouble.
She shook her head as she went behind the counter.
That's SO no how that works.
It didn't matter. Lucky stalked behind the counter and went into the off-limits bakery. Going through the plastic covering, she felt the heat rise from an active oven. Down the hall of various machines, Mrs. Cake sat on a stool before a stove.
"Mrs. Cake!" Lucky cheered from down the hall. "There you are! I was calling for you from the..." Mrs. Cake's face scrunched in discomfort. Her hand rubbed at her chest, which swelled against her apron. Her eyes squeezed as she felt around.
Lucky slowed her approach. "Mrs. Cake?"
The older woman snapped to reality. Eyes flashing around, they soon settled on the visitor. A smile passed onto her troubled face. 'Lucky! So good to see you! And at a normal size too!" She giggled with a shake of her head. "My-oh-my. It'll take some getting used to seeing you at this size. Tell me—do you prefer it?"
Lucky stopped before the stool. "It has its perks. But I like being tiny." She snickered. "It lets me be lazier."
And lets me be eaten and makes everything awesome about women immense in size... but that's not quite something you share in public.
"I certainly wouldn't mind being smaller in a few places," Mrs. Cake followed before surprise shocked them both. She chuckled the tension away. "If you'll excuse me for being risque for once. I'm sure you've heard this before—but never get old, dear."
Lucky chuckled, shrugging. "It depends on what ageing has to say about it."
Mrs. Cake smiled. "Let's hope it has some good things to say about you." She then nodded. "And everyone close to you."
Lucky smiled enough to bow to the older woman. "Thanks for that, Mrs. Cake."
"Don't think twice about what a lady like me has to say." Mrs. Cake nudged to the counter. "Now, how about you grab yourself a seat? I'll be with you in a minute. Because I made you worry, I'll even make you a toasty little muffin for your troubles."
Lucky waved the offer off. "Please! Checking on you is no hassle at all—seriously." Her eyes travelled down the older woman. With her height, Lucky stood at the chest with most people. This was the first time she actually got to look down at someone. "But you seem to be in a little discomfort today. Is everything okay with your chest? You seem to be rubbing it a little."
Mrs. Cake smiled in a sidelong glance. "You caught that, huh?"
Lucky surrendered. "You notice a lot when you're small. Let's you know what to look for once you're big." She tilted her head up while looking down at Mrs. Cake's chest. "Listen. I deal with a lot of strange things on a daily basis. You wouldn't believe half of the stuff I've gone through."
Mrs. Cake turned away with a chuckle. "I've... heard rumours, dear." She gasped and quickly glanced back. "Not that I think all of them are true! Or that I would think any differently of you if they were."
Lucky nodded. "Most of them probably are." She laid a hand on Mrs. Cake's shoulder with a thundering heart. She wasn't swatted away. Not wanting her tremors to go detected, Lucky massaged the muscle. "But I appreciate that. The same goes for you. So, maybe, you can trust me with whatever is wrong?"
Mrs. Cake looked down. "I-I... d-dunno, dear. It's... it's really not something that I should be sharing."
"If it affects you," Lucky began, "and me even listening can help," she squeezed her shoulder, "then I think you can tell it without worrying. If you want, I can also tell you something super embarrassing—just in case you need leverage for later."
Mrs. Cake laughed and settled back in her seat. She nodded before looking up at Lucky. "Okay, then. You've got me. I'll tell you what's wrong." Mrs. Cake breathed deeply through her mouth as she spoke. "You see, ever since I had the twins, I've been producing... quite a bit of milk. It usually leaves me pretty swollen."
Lucky listened without a break in her expression. Mrs. Cake looked surprised for a second at the lack of comment on the current subject. Seeing that her friend wasn't weirded out, she continued, and with more gusto. "Now they've grown so much! Enough that they don't... oh, you know, need any more of that kind of feeding."
She groaned and grabbed at her chest, rubbing a hand over it, feeling the swollen shape. It did nothing to alleviate the pain—only thinning its concentration. Mrs. Cake rolled her neck as she did so. Still, no shame arose in doing this before Lucky.
"But it would appear my body hasn't gotten the memo."
Lucky pushed a curled finger onto her lips. Taking a moment to think, a question arose, one that she then asked. "If that's the case, Mrs. Cake, then why not... y'know, use one of those machines?"
Mrs. Cake shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm much too sensitive in those areas. We've tried with little machines and tools like that—but they never feel right." She groaned at grasping another ache within her breast. "They weren't so bad when I had the twins to feed. But ever since they've stopped, I've produced a little extra milk. It'll hurt for a bit... but that should clue my body into stopping afterward."
Lucky clenched an eye in pain. "Ouch! Even still: that sucks."
"Indeed!" Mrs. Cake's smile grew. “It does suck.”
"Pftt."
Both women laughed at the double entendre.
"Did..." Lucky started after her laugh. She swallowed, out of breath, for a reason beyond that. "...did you want help with that?"
Mrs. Cake cocked an eyebrow. "Help with what, dear?"
"T-The overproduction of milk... thing." Lucky looked away as the offer left her lips without entering her mind. It made sense to help the woman who baked her food and gave her companionship for the better half of her life. "Told ya! I go for weird stuff all the time. Usually, it's for others' pleasure."
Lucky coughed into an arm—which hid her blush. "So if I can do something weird this time... but have it help someone... well..." Her shoulders dropped as she sighed. "Look. You've always been good to me. You give me free food. Listen to me when I can't find someone else." She breathed. "And you've just... always been there." Her head shook. "Without us having to do anything in return."
Mrs. Cake clasped Lucky's hand between her own, earning the gaze of the other. "Those wouldn't be good deeds if I expected something for them, now would they?" She rubbed her hands into Lucky's. "And most of you girls are like my kids. I want to take care of you all the best I can."
Lucky settled her other hand over Mrs. Cake. "And now I want to do the same. It'll be quick. It'll cause you to feel better afterward." She blushed as she looked away. "And with my experience, I can make you feel really good while I'm doing it."
"I-I... don't know, dear." Mrs. Cake looked down at their clasped hands. "I really would appreciate the help! It's just, w-with something like this, it really isn't something you and I should be doing."
Lucky smiled and leaned forward. "I've been doing a lot of that with others. We've always grown closer as a result. Because it's something we both want. Something that uniquely connects us." She slipped out her hands. "And when you deny that, you start to deny other things, and you become distant as a result."
She nodded. "Ultimately, there's no fun in being what we're supposed to be." She then lowered onto her knees, setting her face before Mrs. Cake's chest. It stretched the fabric of the apron with its roundness. "It's better to become what we're meant to be by stepping into that uncharted territory."
Lucky looked down. "That is... so long as something is urging you there."
A hand settled on her chin and raised it.
Lucky's face rose before it faced Mrs. Cake's. She smiled tenderly at the younger girl. "There's an urge there, dear. An urge that... I didn't want to invest too much in it. Not when I wasn't sure how close you and I were." That hand stoked Lucky's cheeks. "You already have so many wonderful people in your life."
Lucky smiled. "What's wrong with having another?"
"Careful, dear, or you might not have much of your own life to live."
"Better with wonderful people than all alone."
Mrs. Cake smiled before slipping away, standing and turning to a table set in the corner of the kitchen. She took to it, wanting to be away from the utensils and ingredients. Taking a seat on a chair set against the wall, she reached over her head, lifting the apron off.
Next, she unbuttoned her shirt, where the fabric strained the most, each releasing a plop of sound, loosening of the shirt. Lucky wordlessly strode close with an open mouth. Mrs. Cake continued calmly as a mother figure would.
Mrs. Cake undid the buttons to her shirt, letting the fabric slide down her body. Her fluffy bra strained to heave her squishy orbs. Their shape stretched the dome. The pressure from that alone must have been a strain.
Mrs. Cake looked over at the standing girl. "Well?"
"Huh?"
"Aren't you going to come over here?" Mrs. Cake smiled and patted the seat of her lap, which spread to better hold the adult. "This is the way I did it with my kids; it tends to feel best for both parties." Lucky sauntered over and, delicately, took a seat on Mrs. Cake's thigh. "Now then! Time to finally get this ol' thing off."
Mrs. Cake reached behind her head and, with a pinch of the clip, the bra strap unfastened. It loosened until the cups leaned forward. Peeling them, she tossed them aside, revealing the swollen mounds.
Mrs. Cake's head peered down at Lucky from over them with the serene expression of a mother figure. She smiled, nodding. “You, uh, may begin, dear.”
Lucky nodded before looking down at the left tit. The whole thing swelled in place. Hesitantly, she cupped the underside of the breast with a palm—hearing a sharp inhale. It strained her shoulder to lift the orb as its squish flushed between the space of her fingers. Sloshing emitted from inside the soft container.
Wow! She really IS full! No wonder why her bra was so tight... or that she's been looking so big lately. Lucky stared down at the breast itself. The bright pink twitched, burning in the cold air. It was a throbbing, sensitive thing. It sought something. Whoops! I better not leave her hanging like this.
Lucky bent toward the tit, licking her lips, inching her lips to its tip. Her heart thundered in her pulse. Sweat heated over her skin. Fear barred her from taking that final plunge. Is it because I offered? Because I'm... the one taking charge? Relax. This is like drinking from Celestia. Except with someone not as sexual. Or that you know sexually like that.
She shook her head.
Oh, fuck it.
Lucky plunged her lips onto the front of the boob, swallowing the tit between her lips, sucking and suckling on the little hardness, feeling it throb in her mouth. Like drinking through a straw, the milk came in a concentrated stream.
Warm, smooth, and creamy.
"Careful! CAREFUL!" Mrs. Cake cupped the back of Lucky's head, resting her fingers across the smooth curve. Lucky leaned more into the tit as the hand gently kept her there. "It's not a straw, dear! Don't forget that you're drinking from a living thing!"
Right. My size. I could suck freely from Celestia because I was barely an inch tall. Now that I'm an adult like everyone else—I have to watch myself. Lucky slowed on her sucking, struggling through the groans and occasional moans of the woman. Finally, after some hassle, she found a tempo. Wait. Here. Like this. This feels just right.
She would suck on the breast for a moment, indulging in the fresh intake of milk and feeling the breast's mass shrink. Instead of rushing it, she would then swallow and focus on the feeling, the sensation of the restoration going down her throat.
The creamy medicine warmed her throat. It enriched the muscles with moisture that thickened and healed it. The calorie-dense meal splashed into her empty stomach, which gurgled and closed on the meal, feeling her belly heated from the white stew.
Lucky kept on pulling the beat and release of her lips, the suck and the suckle, the swallow and pause of it all. To drink the tit dry would rush the affair and spoil the action for them both. Rather, Lucky would drink a barricade from the boob, which shrunk and shifted from the release, waiting for the orb to settle before taking more from it.
"That's it." Mrs. Cake moaned. "Just like that. Suck on me, please. Take all this milk from me." Her eyes closed to focus on the lips nibbling on her tit, which ached and throbbed, releasing more and more honey in a tight passage. "Finally. Finally, I can go back to everything being normal. I don't have to feel so full every day.”
Lucky smiled at that as her eyes closed as well. She leaned her head onto the breast, feeling the warmed squish sink beneath her cheek, the soft mass taking her weight. She laid on the boob and suckled on the breast like a baby.
Above, the older woman cooed, brushing a set of fingers across Lucky's face, sweeping hair from it. Her hand then carried down the girl's hair, stroking it, brushing it, as the smaller lady helped expel the weight from her chest.
"You don't know how much I've missed this tickling..." Mrs. Cake breathlessly spoke, "...or holding someone like this."
Lucky smiled. Pulling away from the tit, it plopped from her mouth, less hard and shrinking. Her boob had shrunk to its natural shape. It looked like it pained the older woman less.
"But if you wouldn't mind..."
She looked to the other boob, which was still so full and round, lifting and spilling in the raised palm of the other woman. Lucky looked up to Mrs. Cake, who smiled and turned away. "This one still needs some... draining too." Her eyes fluttered as they looked back. "Unless you're already full! I know that was a lot of milk to drink at once."
Lucky wiped a wrist across her lips. "N-No! Not at all!" She coughed as a blush danced across her cheeks. "Actually! My appetite has gone up ever since I grew to this size. I'm not used to doing so much! So I kinda need to eat more to keep my energy levels up."
Her eyes settled on the other puffy tit.
And leaned in.
...and the shop bell rang.
"Oh, darn!" Mrs. Cake quickly went to stand and forced Lucky to do the same. She ducked to the side, doing up her clothes. "Should have known that someone would come up eventually!" She fastened her bra, the one cup fitting easily, though the other, with some ache and strain. "Bah! That should be good enough."
She looked at Lucky with a smile. "Thank you for doing that, dear. I feel better now than I did all week." She massaged the full boob one last time, soothing it for the aching that was soon to come. "I can deal with this troublesome one better because of it. Why don't you go and grab yourself a seat? I'll bake you that muffin like promised."
This was someone else taking charge. Giving the order. Telling her what to do so that she didn't have to worry about doing something else. It was easy to let others decide what to do next. Lucky found herself in situations—she never led or created them.
But a feeling welled inside of her. Something said that this wasn't right—even if the other woman claimed she was okay. No, no. That wouldn't do. The job had to be done. And Lucky now could do something about it.
You've missed being small, haven't you?
"W-Wait!" Lucky called quietly as Mrs. Cake paused. "I can still shrink to my small size, y'know! I'd feel bad if I left you disproportionate. Who knows what kind of sucky side-effects that might have!" She tapped her choker, a magical diamond that allowed her to change sizes. "I can shrink down into your bra. That way, both of us can keep working!"
Mrs. Cake's head rose as she considered the idea. "T-That sounds risky... and risque."
"Are you uncomfortable with it?"
"I should be," Mrs. Cake replied, "but I'm not." She sat back down and, with Lucky straddling her lap quickly, the latter tapped on her choker; an emerald glow surged from inside it, pulsating outward, covering the more petite girl. Then, those pulses retracted, reducing Lucky with them, dwindling her.
Lucky's stomach swirled as the world bloomed into a universe. The firm grounding of denim teased the squishiness beneath it. Before she knew it, a pair of fingers pinched her, raising her into the air. She soared to the sky and saw the rising apartment of the woman to her side. Twin breasts filled out like steep mountains. Then, as the ride slowed, the massive face of Mrs. Cake loomed beyond.
"I almost forgot what you looked like at this size." The warm gusts of breath washed over Lucky. "Thank you again for doing this, dear. I'm glad I can count on someone like you." Those titanic lips leaned closed, spreading into Lucky's vision, sprawling out beyond its sides. "I hope that you can find as much enjoyment in this as I can."
Those lips sealed into Lucky, who took it wiggling, causing a bout of laughter from them both. The fingers pulled downward, over the chasm of the chest, where a cup was peeled back from the right boob. Lucky was brought into the warm darkness of the frilly dome, settled at its back.
The fingers released her there as they pulled away, out from the tunnel and over its ceiling, returning to the light. Outward, the boob loomed, the tit jutted like a bridge. Suddenly, the ride resumed, the cup raising and hurling toward the breast. The beast filled the space in a second, the fabric straining to hold the orb.
Lucky watched as the nipple hurdled toward her in slow motion, like a spaceship slowing into its dock, stabbing into the sloped, thick dome. In the distance, a strap was fastened, the sound followed by a click. The bra held the boobs proper as the giantess resumed motion, walking, each tremendous step bouncing the twins.
Lucky rode out the rises and drops of the bra as the boob jumped and smacked down onto her, whipping sideways on the falls. There was enough space between boob and bra for her to crawl upward. She followed the curve. In the dimness, the pink of the tit settled above, grinding into the cup.
She climbed beside it until she was over the beast and, coming over it, then clambered onto it. She hugged the beast, washing her arms and legs over its length, extending its size, sounding a sharp moan from above. There was a ding of a bell followed by muffled conversation.
Best not get her into TOO much trouble. This isn't Sunset or Luna you're dealing with. Mrs. Cake is a good woman. You're only here to help her out... and for the two of you to safely enjoy that as much as possible.
The cup stretched and clung into the front of the boob but, since it was so dense with its padding, Lucky wiggled her head against it, finding she could sink into the fabric. Her mouth found the tip of the tit. There, she started to suck and suckle, not having any milk at first.
That's right. Doesn't matter how sensitive she is. When you're this small, you need to do everything you can to let the body know that you're there.
Lucky clung to the nipple and rubbed her thighs across its length, washing her hands across its shape, grinding her body into the aching strength of muscle. Her mouth continued to work at the tip, feeling suction from within the flesh. After a few more pulls, a trickle of white emerged, filling her mouth with ease.
That's right. No need to worry about drinking too quick.
She took her mouth off as the breast bumped an extra batch of milk. Lucky leached up from this, her hair, fuzzed, strewn around her head. Giggling, she wiped her lips, watching the stream of white slow and shrink.
In fact.
I might not be able to drink it quickly enough.
She returned to suckling.
Mrs. Cake bowed as the customer left with their treat in a paper bag, coming to collapse in the stool behind the counter. Her head rolled back and twitched around, rocking to the bolts of pleasure surging from her tit. She felt the little one. Pinned to her boob by her bra, sucking on her breast with much gusto.
Knowing it would be moments before the next customer arrived, she cupped her right boob, heaving its lighter weight. The bra tightened on the little one, who wiggled into her overwhelming flesh. Laughing at the tickles that resulted, she clutched her fingers, spilling a thin layer of milk.
Her hand dropped the boob out of concern, which bounced around heavily, shutting her eyes in fear. Lucky was beaten and battered by the soft, wrecking ball. Everything then calmed. The more giant woman leaned over her chest, whispering into it.
"S-Sorry about that, dear." Mrs. Cake cleared her throat at feeling the wiggling along the top of her boob. It crawled down the squish, tickling her, before latching onto her breast again. It felt like a caterpillar stroking across her nipple. "Afraid I'm not used to having someone so small... so intimately on me. I'll try to be more mindful from now on. But if you would like to come out, I wouldn't mind—"
Another jolt surged. Miniature lips settled onto her tit, sucking and suckling, pulling the excessive milk. Her boob soothed another chip of aching as its size diminished. Moaning, she let the idea drop and normally sat, pulling her bra tighter by the movement alone.
The day went by pleasantly. Lucky wasn't even a distraction—a rather lovely addition to the day. Something that could be forgotten in the motion of doing duties. Her effects blessed them and, in the time between doing things, Mrs. Cake could focus on every sensation of Lucky.
It was near the end of the day that her boobs, drained, no longer ached or were a strain. They didn't send any signals that altered the feel of her body. Everything was back to normal. Peace had been achieved. Mrs. Cake sighed as she flipped the sign from open to close over the door to the store.
She retreated to the kitchen and to the table, sitting down alone, looking around to be double sure of that effect. Removing her apron and unbuttoning her shirt, she watched her chest plop into the openness. She unfastened her bra and, as the cups delicately lowered, they were absent of a little passenger.
On the tit itself, however, was draped a minutiae body, soothed into slumber. Maternal heat and creamy milk set the little one to sleep. Mrs. Cake smiled, swiping the little one with a finger, which Lucky now laid against.
She stirred from her slumber as the finger pulled before Mrs. Cake's face. Kicking out her limbs and yawning, she stared out at the giantess. "Mhm. E-Evening, I think. Are you—" she cracked her neck "—feeling better now?"
"Very much so," Mrs. Cake followed with a kiss. "I think it'll be a while before I fill back up—if they ever fill back up."
Lucky chuckled. "Well, at least you know where you can find me." She went to raise, but tiredness urged her back down. "Man, I must have drunk more than I thought. Don't think I can even carry myself home at normal size."
Mrs. Cake gently laughed. "I don't think many people consider the exhaustion of being tiny."
Lucky snickered. "They always assume that there is no such thing."
"I'll never assume that."
"Thank you."
"But, since you're tired," Mrs. Cake began, "and you did so much to help me today—how about I do something for you in return?" She smiled in that hopeful, seductive way that showed that things had changed between them. "It doesn't matter what it is. I'm sure there's something this lady can still do for you."
Lucky blushed. Her head rolled around with ideas, but when she had a full belly and a sleepy mind... there was one place she preferred most of all. Where it was safe, self-contained, warm, and didn't require anything of her.
"Do you think... you could put me in a cupcake... and eat me?"
Mrs. Cake licked her lips. "Y'know, dear, long ago, I often wondered why the fascination everyone held of eating you." She hummed and laid a finger on Lucky's chest, swirling it. The smooth, rolling motion tickled the tiny. "It was so weird and different. I feared how it must have impacted such a sweet girl like yourself. So small, and already so much on the lookout."
Mrs. Cake lifted the girl over to her chest. Her hands redid her bra and buttoned it again. However, the top remained open, revealing the sweep of her cleavage. So broad and inviting. It dusky morning drew the little one.
"But then I found out that you liked it as much as everyone else did," Mrs. Cake breathed on the tiny with a warm breeze. "And that, no matter who it was, they always coughed you up again. The fact you could have that much trust with near strangers—well, doesn't that say something special about our community?"
Lucky blushed and nodded rapidly.
"We might be odd and weird and..." Mrs. Cake blushed across the sea of her face, "...into some strange things. But we're always there for each other. That fact that we comfort each other in the strangest things that we usually keep to ourselves—well, it just makes me happy and proud to be a part of it."
Mrs. Cake tucked the tiny into a kiss, holding it for a second and keeping the little one at her massive, sprawling lips, as they wrinkled with wetness as they spoke. "And when you drained that milk from me, it reminded me of when I was more alive. When my body tickled with use for others."
The hand lowered over Cake's chest and slowed before the landscape of her belly. The fingers faced it as they slapped into it. Lucky sunk into the healthy pudge, feeling the fat wiggle about. She was pushed in deeper as the flesh closed in around her. Within, there was a gurgle, one that roared and rocked the softness around her.
"Now," the voice vibrated through the stomach, "I miss the feeling of having a living thing inside of me." The hand pulled away, soaring to the sky, descending over the cleavage. The fingers slid Lucky down until only two pinched at her arm. She dangled over the warm, darkened chasm. "So! I think I can make that little wish of ours come true.”
Lucky saw the lips pass over the top of her vision, the cliff of Cake's chin ascending next. The fingers pinched at her arm lowered her to the open shirt below. Inside the cleavage, another hand snug in, the fingers parting the mountains.
Heat swam upward. Warming the air that Lucky entered—along with the risque scent of raspberry. She joined the opening between the tits, feeling the temperature roll off the smooth walls. Then her feet slipped into the squishy divot, becoming slotted in place.
The fingers released her arm as the others did the same from the accompanying walls. The cloud-reaching mounds closed together, sealing into the tiny, welling her into the soft, confined space. Her head was tucked inches beneath the surface. Above, the loom chin tilted down, a feeling of eyes glancing on her.
Chuckle reverberated at her back, rolling her in the waves of the wobbling flesh as the chest jostled to the motion. The giantess started to stroll across the kitchen, each stomp, a wobble to her breast, shaking the little one around. Beaten left and right, softly, as though on some space ride.
It didn't take long for the giantess to assemble all the material. She'd lower to grab the bag of flour, the mass of her chest, entering the drop, with Lucky tumbling down before the boobs flexed and swallowed and wedged her deeply between them.
Once everything was set, however, a pair of fingers fished in the cleavage, rubbing across Lucky—and pulling her out. She was hoisted before those lips. The massive face around it, however, stared at the speck. "May I ask one favour of you, dear?"
Lucky swallowed and nodded. "W-What's that?"
"Well!" Mrs. Cake blushed, looking aside. "It's just... if I'm going to have you with a cupcake... I should first learn what your flavour is."
Lucky blinked. "That's... actually a good point." Her head cocked to the side as she was brought closer to the lips. They opened slowly with her arrival. "Everyone either throws me with something random—or eats me as is. You'll be the first to learn my taste—and what I go well with!"
Mrs. Cake need not say anything more as her mouth opened outrageously large. Her tongue drew out like a thick bridge, splashing saliva to the sides. The beast wiggled on the lips in awaiting its treat. Lucky was dropped onto it—the beast retracted inward. The lips sealed tight to the vanishing light.
The tongue curved upward into a slide. Lucky slid down it as spit splashed out from beneath her. Warm breath blew like the inside of a wind tunnel. On reaching the edge of the tongue, the beast blew forward, shoving Lucky against the closed lips. Her back sunk into them as the beast pinned her there. Then it licked up and down, tasting the naked body from every angle, to capture Lucky's composition.
I probably taste like mint.
Definitely tastes like mint!
Mrs. Cake smiled as trickles of spit leaked from the sides of her mouth. There wasn't care as she withdrew the cupcake from the oven. Leaving it for a couple of moments, she toyed with the girl in her mouth.
Knowing that Lucky tasted like mint, she withdrew some lightly sweet frosting, but that Lucky's flavour would top with her explosion of tame mint. Touching a finger on the surface of the cupcake, it was warm enough to be comfortable and, drawing her lips over its top, waited to feel a tiny pelt onto the back of her mouth.
Feeling that Lucky had landed, she opened her lips, parting the floor beneath Lucky. After an inch, the tiny fell through, tearing through the air and crashing into the cupcake. She sunk a layer into the toasty brown. Lucky looked like a snow angel.
Mrs. Cake inched up with a smile. "My! What a special cupcake! Y'know, maybe I should be putting a filling of a star in all of my cupcakes." She smiled and drew over the tube of frosting. Lucky could hardly rise before the filling was squeezed. "And now! Time for the flavouring.”
Lucky rose only to be blasted back by the dense but hollow texture. It pushed her back into the star and layered on top of her. Through the muffled heap of tasty blue, the squeezing stopped, followed by the turning of a canister. Sprinkles must have been spread over the top.
Everything settled.
Lucky debated about staying still. Waiting to feel the cupcake to be lifted and a bite taken. Would the first one get her? Or would she be left wondering when the next one would take her into that gigantic maw? She'd be in darkness and, suddenly, taken into something enormous. The cream would thin, and her housing would be gnawed. She would find herself afloat on a sprawling tongue, one that rolled, up and down, to the chasm at the back of the throat.
But Lucky couldn't handle not saying goodbye to the woman always nice to her.
She crawled up through the heap of frosting. Whipping her head and shooting off the batter, she breathed like a girl above water. She looked around before looking forward. Then, her neck craned back, gazing at the creamy meteorite that was a woman's face.
"You look tasty, dear."
Lucky decided to take that as a compliment. "Thanks!"
Mrs. Cake daintily raised the cupcake, which rustled the vessel, tearing it into the air. It hovered and loomed before the giantess. Only her stretched lips stayed in view. It was them, and not the giantess, that spoke to her.
"Are you ready?"
Lucky couldn't answer.
Only nod.
The craft floated forward as the lips opened to its arrival, which tilted and lurched forward, exhaling across its surface. Some particles of frosting blew back from the contact. Then the darkened maw stole into the cupcake, the lips peeling upward, revealing the oversized teeth.
They tore into the treat, staying dug in for a moment, its most prominent fang reflecting Lucky on its whiteness. She gulped at herself as the mouth tore away with the chunk of the baked land. The lips rolled with the chewing behind it.
Lucky looked forward and saw her feet sticking out of the cupcake over the open, where nothing was left. She swallowed as a shadow passed overhead. Everything darkened as she tilted her head back. Looking up, she saw upside-down lips, smiling sinisterly, separating slowly.
They spread over the remaining width of the cupcake, revealing the teeth done the same as blanketing breath followed. Lucky stared into the descending abyss. Taken into darkness, the distant, curved walls of the maw loomed. She was lifted into the center of the living cave.
Below, the teeth closed, slicing through the base of the cupcake, severing its top.
The mouth lifted as the lips closed, leaving the island parked on the closed lips. Everything tilted backward as the cave strengthened itself. The motion echoed with its own sound as breath occasionally beat on the intrusions.
The teeth opened at the sides, ascending high, extending the space of the cave. The bunched sides of the cupcake fell into open space, and, without warning, the teeth dropped, slicing the sides. They then ground and chewed the texture into a paste.
Lucky crawled backward as more of the cupcake tilted into the gnawing teeth, unable to stop herself from sliding across the frosting. Spittle and paste shot outward from the impacting chewing. Bits of frosting and chunks of paste hit the girl, drenching and weighing her. She could barely turn and climb forward as a coat of remains latched to her.
The chewing teeth loomed inches away like mighty machines unable to cease. Happy moans rumbled throughout the cavern as the beast behind rose like a whale in a storm. It sloshed around the vacant pond, digging into the paste and frost, tasting at the deliciousness.
All this.
A woman simply enjoying a cupcake.
A mighty swallow sounded. Everything undulated toward the tongue, bending and rising, with Lucky stashed in chewed mush. Looking to the edge of the organ, she saw the back of the throat open. Slowly, the mesh was brought toward it and, even though she wrestled to escape the heap—the next swallow collected everything into the abyss.
Lucky screamed in being pulled down the back of the throat, feeling the walls closed in, smacking her. Wet softness chiselled the chewed chunks. Pieces broke from Lucky. The dark, undulating walls set on pumping her slowly downward.
An opening at her feet plopped the tiny girl into the massive pocket of the stomach. She flew into a wall, rolling downward. She smacked and splashed into the welling acids. Lifting her face, she looked around, seeing distant boulders of mesh and sprayed frosting dressed across the zone.
Lucky chuckled to herself as she stood up—and then stumbled back. Lying on a heap of melting cupcakes, she closed her eyes, hearing wind passing through a living tunnel. That, and the beating heart that tolled from somewhere afar. She was safe in the belly of another.
More food plopped into the stomach, a welcome sound and feeling, her home becoming filled. It was interesting seeing all that came and passed through. Another lived life for her as she got to come along for the ride. She could spend a week in someone's stomach, hearing and feeling what they did.
It was a connection she missed in her standard size.
