This choice: You reform and fall out, but are left behind when Sasha leaves. • Go Back...Chapter #6Lost in the Sorority House by: bobob1   Your eyes widened in general surprise as you felt your body unstick from the inside of the bra cup with one last willful push for freedom. Your weak legs stumbled forward, carrying you towards the slowly diminishing light of the outside world. Time seemed to slow to a painstaking crawl as Sasha’s gargantuan breasts inched closer and closer to the cup of the bra, soft, jiggly flesh filling up your vision.
Pushing hard with your remaining strength, you thrust your tiny body forward and to freedom. Slipping on the silky-smooth fabric of the bra, you tripped as you fell outside of the cup, comically smacking into Sasha’s breast. Thankfully, you partially stuck to her sweaty skin, slipping straight down instead of recoiling back into the bra.
You crashed onto the table down below, too exhausted to move any more. You could only lie on your back and stare straight up as Sasha finished finessing her impressively sized boobs into the beautiful bra, blessing fate for allowing you to not be a firsthand prisoner to so much flesh crammed into so small a space. You also praised your luck for Sasha not looking down and spotting you. She didn’t particularly strike you as the safest person to be around.
You didn’t dare move until Sasha finally pushed back from the table and walked away, quite noticeably checking out how hot she looked in the bra. Several other sorority sisters were not so secret about staring at Sasha paraded around in skimpy underwear too. Regardless, after a few minutes of catching your breath and calming down, you sat up and took stock of your surroundings…
…and finally realized exactly where you were. One skirt-wearing girl, legs crossed and visibly wearing only a micro thong, was reclining in a big chair studying her English textbook. Another girl, fresh out of the shower and wrapped only in a towel that barely covered her considerable assets, was pacing back and forth, chatting on the phone with someone. The two curvaceous and scantily clad girls were still making out on the couch, absolutely enraptured in their passionate love-making.
You realized that, due to your client being a member of a sorority, and due to you currently being separated from her, you were now lost in this sorority house, completely at the mercy of the thirty or so drop-dead gorgeous college girls who lived her. Girls who had no idea you existed, and girls who would no doubt make your life hell at every turn. Girls that were probably understandably desperate for a tiny guy to squeeze, cute toy to play with, or pint-sized slave to torture.
You had to get out of here.
Of course, that was harder said than done, especially as the girl in the towel casually strolled over to the table you were sitting on, deeply engrossed in her conversation. You thought to move, but the girl’s long legs carried her to the table before you could fully commit to a plan, and you now found yourself paralyzed from fear and slight arousal.
The girl flicked dark brown hair over her shoulder and leaned onto the table as she sat. Her breasts compressed tightly against the wooden table, damp, hot flesh threatening to spill out of the top of her towel. Her humongous breasts were inches from you, and it was an honest-to-god temptation to not simply leap right into her cleavage, but that would certainly seal your fate.
Instead, you chose to slowly crawl backwards, trying not to draw the girl’s attention. So far, her eyes were absentmindedly meandering around the room, and your luck seemed to be holding steady. However, all that changed when the girl randomly happened to glance right at you, stopping mid-sentence to her friend and her lips curling back into a bemused smile.
“Oh. My. God. Rey, you won’t believe this.” The girl giggled softly, her voice oozing with generic valley girl charm. “There’s, like, this little bug on the table. This little tiny bug that looks JUST like a tiny man! Yeah! A bug shaped like an itty-bitty boy!”
You abandoned all semblance of order and dashed in the opposite direction from the girl, who merely laughed harder as she casually dropped her palm onto the table in front of you, her fingers curled to form a circular wall.
“It thinks it can, like, run away, Rey!” The girl smirked. A moment passed. “Oh god. You want me to what? Ha ha ha! That’s, like, so pervy Rey! Really?” The girl blushed slightly, and you took the moment to run again in a different direction. Your powerlessness in this situation was driven home as your body was flicked back by a single poke from her thumb, like a mother chastising a child…or a predator toying with its prey.
“Yeah, yeah…I’m still in just a towel. Alright…hee hee…I’ll do it.” The girl bit her lip in an overtly sexual manner and moved her hand from the table and towards her towel. You paused, momentarily confused about what she was doing, until the gears clicked in your brain, right as the girl yanked gently at the back of her towel, and it unrolled down her body.
Sasha had been an incredible sight, but this girl before you was nothing short of unbelievable. Something about her pristinely glistening skin, deeply tanned skin, and massive, perky breasts glued your eyes to her, and you couldn’t force yourself to look away. Another big part of it was, up until today, you had never seen a naked girl before in your life (outside of the giantesses you were related to).
The girl knew she had you, hook, line, and sinker. Her cheeks flared with pride and she coyly smiled. “He’s totally checking out the goods Rey! The pervy little bug can’t look away!” Quicker than you could react, the girl snapped a photo of you. “And…oh god! The gross thing’s turned on! He’s got all hard looking at my tits! That’s, like, so funny! Maybe it really is a shrunken little man who snuck into the house to peek at, like, sexy girls like me!”
From across the room, the panty-less girl studying frowned and looked up from her book. “Abigail. Keep it down.” She chided the towel girl, who winked playfully, cleverly covering up her mild embarrassment at getting so caught up in teasing a tiny bug. “And why are you topless? Are you really doing one of your camgirl live shows in the common room?”
“Like, of course not!” Abigail shook her head. “Towel just slipped right off my big ol’ boobies. Must not’ve dried off enough. Won’t happen again, Quinn.”
Quinn un-crossed her legs and turned the page in her book. “Better not…” Her voice lowered to an imperceptible murmur. “Shameless slut…”
Abigail looked back to you, still frozen in embarrassing arousal. She cheekily grinned as she spoke into her phone. “See you in a bit Rey. Have fun at your last class.” Abigail closed her phone and set it down on the table. She then, like a small child, literally walked her hand across the table towards you. A chill ran down your spine, but still you were too overwhelmed to move.
The flirtatious giantess’ index finger curled back into a flicking position, and slammed outwards into your miniscule body faster than you could react, sending you flying…but where?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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