Reasoning it was best to get a leg up on the quiz for your Marketing class, you looked up at Chelsea and opened your mouth to speak, only for a loud knocking on Chelsea’s dorm room door to disrupt you. You and your giantess dormmate glanced over at the door quizzically, not expecting any visitors. After a moment, more precise rapping on the door followed.
From behind the door, a slightly muted girl spoke. “Chelsea. It’s Heather. I know you’re in. Please open up. I’m doing routine inspections today.” The voice spoke succinctly, with a hint of authority.
Chelsea’s eyes widened. “Shit…really?” She breathed. “Today, of all days?” She sat up in bed (nearly knocking you off onto the floor with her feet) and glanced down at you nervously.
“Chelsea, I have the master key. I will come in if you don’t let me in.” The voice urged. Chelsea spun around in a circle upon hearing that, and you inferred she was looking for some place to stash you. Panicking at the suddenness of this precarious situation (Chelsea wasn’t perfect at coming up with last-second plans), your gigantic, giantess friend scooped you up into her palm and gave you a sheepish smile.
“Sorry about this Tom, hope you can somewhat enjoy it.” She hissed with a quick wink and a light blush, before tilting her palm. You gasped in surprise and slid down her smooth skin, before tumbling off of her palm and descending through the air. Your eyes practically bulged from their sockets as you got one full glimpse of Chelsea’s intended hiding zone: her cleavage.
Trying to process this alarming and mildly arousing turn of events, your tiny body impacted on Chelsea’s left breast, squishing against the humongous globe of flesh, before falling backwards against her right breast. Her skin still a bit damp from her shower, your tiny body easily slipped down her silky-smooth skin, falling deep into her cleavage. You didn’t stop until you were surrounded by hot breast flesh on all sides, with only your head still visible.
Chelsea bit her lip. “Whoops. Not quite good enough.” The beautiful brunette gently bit her lip, extended her index finger, and jabbed it lightly down onto your face. You coughed and sputtered at your friend’s confusing actions, but your strength as a tiny was horribly incomparable to her own, even just one finger. With ease, Chelsea squished you even deeper into her cleavage, until you were no longer visible.
Trapped in darkness, and malleable body slightly balled up, you couldn’t so much as budge, or even think about escape with Chelsea’s help. Deep in her cleavage, firm boobs pressing in on all sides, it felt like the world’s coziest (and also most embarrassing) sauna. The heat and pressure began to exhaust you, and both you and your dormmate’s sizable chest began to form a musty layer of sweat.
Outside of your cleavage prison, Chelsea could just barely feel you between her boobs. To be honest, you felt great, and she made a mental note to maybe tease you by doing this later, under less stressful situations. To address the aforementioned stressful situation, Chelsea walked over to the door, keeping her movements simple. She knew the slightest bump could send ripples through her tits, that would undoubtedly not be pleasant for her pint-sized passenger to enjoy.
As soon as the door was opened, her RA briskly walked inside, adjusting her glasses and managing a curt nod. Chelsea rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her. Swiftly slipping her heels off of her feet, the RA took a cursory glance around the room, sighed, and looked Chelsea right in the eyes.
At 5’10”, Heather Davidson was nearly as tall as Chelsea, though she was exactly Chelsea’s height on this day with her two-inch heels. Smoothly pressed and immaculately combed red hair fell straight like a waterfall against her shoulders and down her back. Stylish but practical glasses rested neatly on her nose, drawing attention to her sparkling green eyes. Normally a bit pale, Heather had been tanning recently, so her skin tone was attractively darker.
Frankly, Heather was gorgeous, but in the refined sense. Enviously styled hair and nearly perfect skin aside, the dorm’s RA was amply blessed in the chest department, though not quite as much as Chelsea. Her ass was also sizable, to say the least, and the rest of her was equally stunning. On this day in particular, Heather was wearing a tasteful, blue button-up blouse and an eye-catchingly tight blue miniskirt. Her prominent chest seemed to be stretching the blouse fabric to its limits.
However, despite all of this, Heather wasn’t particularly well-liked. As an RA, it was her duty to make sure all dorm members were maintaining the rules, keeping safe and on schedule, and not causing problems. She needed to be bossy, nosy, and stubborn at all times, and she was. It was her job, and someone needed to do it.
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