Sam looked down at the two, a kind of hunger in her eyes. Christine simply hoped it wasn't THAT kind of hunger. "For being so nice and putting up with my feet for so long, I suppose I could give you front row seats..." Before Christine even had time to think about what was happening, she was snatched up into the air by two pale appendages. Anthony watched in relative safety and noticed a cruel pattern where in Christine again had no time to think before she was transferred to another part of her body. "Now, that should be comfortable... I mean, there's a lot of padding."
Sam wasn't kidding. Christine was in a very soft place. However, the fact that she didn't get a say in the matter set her off again. She was only able to get a few words of her rant out before Sam poked her deeper into her cleavage, reducing the rant to muffled shouts. This was apparently very funny to Sam, and she let out what was to her a small giggle. For Christine, however, it was a very different story.
Her whole world shook. It was like being stuck in an avalanche. There was bright white flesh everywhere but she couldn't tell where was up or down. All she could feel was a systematic bounce compressing and decompressing her from all sides. All in all, noone could blame her for the terror that grasped her harder than the giantess earlier. Perhaps the only person almost as scared as her was Anthony who was still at the girls feet, and was seemingly forgotten. The tension was suddenly cut with a sudden sound.
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