This choice: Hidden During Happy Hour • Go Back...Chapter #7Hidden During Happy Hour by: Unknown "Hey Caitlin!" Iris exclaimed with a smile, moving forward to hug her relatively new friend. Caitlin instinctively opened her arms to return the hug, not thinking about Barry's predicament until it was too late.
WUMPF
Caitlin and Iris's chests struck each other with a fleshy thud, catching Barry in the middle. While Caitlin had opted to wear heels on her night out, Iris had opted for some more practical flats. As a result, Caitlin's chest was a few inches above Iris's, creating the worst possible situation for Barry. Iris's breasts came up to meet Caitlin's, uppercutting Barry into the pale mounds of flesh that had him so easily pinned. He screamed as his face was buried in Caitlin's boob, cutting off his air supply and reducing his yell to a soft buzzing sound that tickled the underside of Caitlin's boob. She would have laughed at the feeling if she were not so concerned.
Caitlin held onto the hug for the minimum socially acceptable time before quickly pushing Iris away, worried Barry was suffocating at the mercy of four giant breasts. She panicked for a moment as she was unable to feel Barry, ready to head to the bathroom and take him out to make sure he was concious. Fortunately though, she felt a little wriggle under her right boob that let her know everything was fine. She made a mental note that Barry's durability was high enough for a boob to boob 5 second hug.
"Is everything ok Caitlin?" Iris asked, concerned by her friend's strange behavior.
"Yeah yeah everything is fine." Caitlin repied, struggling for a lie. "You had a bit of fuzz on your should that I mistook for a spider and I got startled is all."
Satisfied with this, Iris turned away to order the two women drinks. Caitlin sighed with relief, and gladly accepted the first drink she was handed. With the stress of Barry's new condition and her need to keep it a secret, she could really use a drink.
As she downed a cocktail, Barry was still catching his breath from the hug with Iris. The normal weight of her breast bearing down on him seemed much less substantial now that he had the hug to compare it to. As he laid in silence, he heard what sounded like a running hose turning on next to him. He was confused for a moment, until he realized what he was hearing was the sound of alcohol cascading down the giant scientist's throat. He shuddered at the thought that she could drink what to him was a waterfall's worth of water in seconds imagining how easily she could swallow him whole if she wasn't careful. He tried to shake this thought out of his head and enjoy Caitlin standing still while it lasted.
As Caitlin finished her first drink, she began to loosen up a bit. While she hadn't forgotten Barry, she became much less preoccupied with his predicament as alcohol began to lighten her mood. And when Cisco brought out a tray of shots, she didn't think twice about downing two. And then two more from the next tray. Before long, Barry was more or less gone from Caitlin's mind, and the titanic brunette's only concern was having a good time.
Barry experienced this as Caitlin began to dance to the music, swaying back and forth to the beat. Barry found himself in a similar situation to their walk over to the bar at first, with her boobs rhythmically hopping up and down on him, testing his durability and his sanity all at once. But as she moved side to side with the music, he also had to contend with her boobs sliding left to right, dragging him along the bottom of her bra and steamrolling him under the pillowy soft mounds as they rolled over him, clearly unconcerned about his plight.
Worst of all, between Caitlin's dancing, the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed, and the relatively crowded bar, Caitlin began to sweat. It was subtle at first, with Barry unsure if it was him or her producing the salty liquid. It quickly became clear it was her though, as the entire underside of her boob became coated in her sweat. Barry did his best to keep his eyes and mouth shut, not wanting to ingest any more of his friend's sweat than he needed to.
What he couldn't do anything about though, was the added lubrication that came with the sweat. No longer able to rely on friction to hold him in place, Barry began to slide along her boob as she moved, rather than it just sliding along him. He was dragged side to side as she shimmied, ensuring his body was rubbed along every inch of her underboob. And when she bent over to adjust her shoe, he found himself sliding forward and upward, out from under the crushing weight of her breast. He gasped for air at this newfound freedom, only to have his escape impeded by a sudden headfirst collision with her nipple.
Caitlin reacted by immediately standing up straight, the sensation of a tiny man against her nipple enough to briefly remind her of her tiny friend. As soon as she did so, Barry slid back down the steep slope of her tit, ending up right back underneath it where he'd began. She subconsciously gave him a little pat, wanting to confirm his position with her fingers. Of course, this drunken pawing did little more than further force Barry into Caitin's boob flesh.
What happens?
1. As Caitlin leans over the bar, Barry falls out of her shirt and into her fruity cocktail
2. Worried about Barry getting loose, Caitlin takes him into the bathroom and relocates him to between her butt cheeks, which she believes more secure.
3. Caitlin decides to do karaoke with Iris while Barry tries not to fall down out of her dress to the stomping feet below
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