Rita smiles a sadistic smile when she looks down at you. Immediately recognizing you're a tiny human, but not at all reacting surprised. Rita is a little dim witted, she reaches down for you and picks u up and brings you close to her face. On your way up you get a better view of her full body. Rita stands 5'9 and is pushing 300lbs. Even through the tough fabric of her skirt you could make out her massive gut. The fabric of her blue shirt stretch thing over her massive breasts. So much so you could clearly see the bra line through the shirt. An ill fitting bra too since you could make out the dark areola peeking from on of the cups.
Without a word she glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then leaned forward and pulled her shirt open a bit. She dropped me unceremoniously and i landed with a thud onto her tits. I tried to steady myself on the flesh as she breathed but it was of no use. Rita had grabbed onto her tits and had begun to rearrange them, causing me to lose my balance and sink into her cleavage.
As her tits roll around your body you sink deeper and deeper until you're submerged in her flesh. Suddenly the motion stops and you're literally encased in flesh. Small tremors give way to small earthquakes as you now understand she's laughing above you. Her laughter causes her entire body to shake, but everything is muffled for you.
Suddenly light floods your face as two fingers grab you and hold you while you watch her lift her massive tit straight out of her bra. In one motion she cups the loose tit with the hand she's holding you in, pressing you firmly against her nipple before she places it back into her bra. There's a brief second when she releases her tits where you take a breath and ponder running. But you hadn't realized how damp her tits were, and how sticky her flesh would be against you. Your fabric prison snaps shut behind you, holding you even firmer in place. Air is scarce, but being so small, you don't need much of it. And light still filtered through Rita's clothes, you could hear everything and see lights and some shadows if you turned your head. A feat which became easier as the day wore on and she began to sweat more.
Rita makes sure to make the most out of tormenting you. Leaning against shelves to stock items, crushing you into her tit in the process. Stretching randomly, bouncing randomly. Eventually i began slipping under her breast as she sweat more and more. Her nipple went from being on my chest, to pressing my face, and now i'm holding on to it to prevent myself from slipping. Her bouncing makes it next to impossible so it was only a matter of time before my grip slipped and i slid completely under her tit. Salty sweat invaded all my senses and no matter how much i struggled i could not move, it was too slippery. I was able to turn my head to breathe, but the air was humid with sweat and a hint of vinegar. When was the last time she showered...?
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