This choice: It's very drunk Vicky, and she accidentally spills the wine all over herself. • Go Back...Chapter #6Tipsy Vicky by: bobob1   After wiping droplets of wine from your eyes, the towering giantess before you became clear. Bright purple dyed hair, flowy and framing her tanned face, immediately made the girl before you recognizable, even though you had only met her a few times before, and never face-to-face. It was Vicky, your sister’s best friend, and the only saving grace about your whole situation now became the knowledge that your sister was hopefully close by.
No normal sized human being in the world would be terrified of a face, but at your bug-sized height, the gigantic, innocently smiling face looming before you horrified you to know end. Brightly shining hazel-colored eyes with a clearly noticeable inebriated haze and luscious lips parting way to reveal a dark, cavernous maw within sent uncontrollable shivers down your spine.
Your heart sank as Vicky closed her eyes right before her gaze would’ve spotted you, no doubt preparing to enjoy a delicious sip of red wine (oblivious to the extra, tiny human ingredient unwillingly added in). With her eyes closed, your lungs burned as your screams increased in volume and intensity, even as you saw your fate approaching with no foreseeable way to escape. The thumping club music drowned out your final, desperate pleas.
However, as your life had often drilled into your head since the day you were born, nothing ever went as you expected. Right as the glass touched upon Vicky’s lips, Stacy, who was standing anxiously by her best friend’s shoulder, was rudely bumped by a careless dancer. Stacy let out a cry of surprise and stumbled forward, colliding roughly with Vicky. Caught off guard, Vicky gasped and jerked her hand, tilting the glass upside-down and sliding it across her lips.
Your cries snapped off abruptly (helped in no way by a wave of wine cramming into your throat from the jerking movement) as the lake of wine you floated in titled drastically. Vicky lost her grip on the glass, and the liquidy, alcoholic contents within poured out from the edge of the glass, you included. Coughing and sputtering, your flailed your arms as a waterfall of wine carried you powerlessly by its whim.
You couldn’t see a thing through the thick mass of red wine all around you, but you soon found yourself impacting against the side of Vicky’s lower lip, your bare skin almost sticking to her glossy lipstick before peeling away a moment later. Still careening helplessly downwards, you realized with a mix of both embarrassment and horror that only one possible location could follow next.
With an expectedly soft landing, your tiny body slammed onto Vicky’s left breast, indenting into her supple flesh. The impact partially flattened your legs, even as her jiggly skin absorbed most of the fall. Vicky was currently wearing a low-cut and loose-fitting tank top with a skimpy bra bound tightly underneath. An eye-catchingly gratuitous amount of cleavage was bare for all the world to see, and it was this cleavage you now found yourself being swept towards.
The last of the wine downpour swept you up with ease, your half-crushed arms desperately clawing at Vicky’s sweaty and way-too-slick skin to stop your descent. With a cry, you fell down into her cavernous cleavage, sinking past your legs, then your chest, and then your neck. Your cry was strangled to a stop as your head was dragged down, vanishing from the outside world, surrounding by Vicky’s massive breasts on all sides.
Everything that had just occurred took less than ten seconds, and your body fully disappeared between Vicky’s sizable rack at the exact second her glass hit the floor, shattering into pieces. Vicky jumped at the sound, and then her alcohol-laden brain finally processed what had just happened. Taken note of her soaked shirt and bra, Vicky began to giggle hysterically, her boobs jostling as she laughed drunkeningly. She had hardly felt you at all, and certainly would never connect the dots in her inebriated state.
“Oh god Vicky, I’m so sorry.” Stacy cried, drawing her friend close, and characteristically taking all of the blame for the situation onto herself.
“Itshh okay, Shhtacy!” Vicky continued to laugh, swaying side-to-side. “Now I…*hic*…now I shhmell real nice…” A dopey grin plastered itself onto Vicky’s face, and she looked at your sister happily.
Stacy glanced to her right and noticed the girl’s bathroom was very close by. “Let’s get you changed Vicky. I’m sorry about all of this.”
Stacy’s shyness always melted away in a crisis situation, as was evidenced by the countless times she had saved you from the brink of disaster. Now was no different, as Stacy confidently plowed through the dancing crowd, while still carefully walking Vicky along with her. Of course, the walk wasn’t very careful from your perspective, as each step Vicky took caused her gigantic tits to bounce up and down, each movement pressing heavy, hot flesh against you from all sides, flattening your minuscule form even more.
Shoving open the bathroom door, Stacy led Vicky inside and then breathed a sigh of relief upon noticing the bathroom was empty. Leading a hopelessly giggly Vicky over to the sink, she pulled her friend’s soaked tank top over her head and set it on the counter. She was just about to look in Vicky’s bag to see if she had brought spare clothes, when something wholly unexpected caught her attention.
Vicky’s laughing fit had subsided, and she now simply breathed heavily, a deep crimson blush in her cheeks. With upturned eyes, she gazed intensely at Stacy. Her lips pressed together into an irresistible pout. Stacy felt a flutter in her stomach, and her gaze kept being drawn to her best friend’s prodigious chest, impressively sized and barely contained breasts slowly and mesmerizingly moving up and down with each soft breathe that escaped Vicky’s lips.
“…huh…Shhtacy…” Vicky breathed. “You…a-are…shho pretty!” The drunk purple-haired giantess smiled warmly, and placed her hands on Stacy’s sides. As she moved, her boobs pulled apart for one blissful second, giving you a brief moment to breathe and look up to the sky. Miraculously, Stacy appeared to be staring right at you, and you waved one partially deflated arm up to her frantically, just as Vicky’s tits compressed back into each other again, burying you.
Stacy couldn’t tear her eyes away from her friend’s body, and a rush of emotions began to well up deep inside of her, clouding her mind. The few small sips of wine she had consumed earlier were beginning to slowly take effect (as Stacy had always been an incredible lightweight drinker). She had been staring straight at Vicky’s cleavage when you had appeared for one second. However, in her rapidly increasing lustful state, did she even notice you?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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