Morgan spoke up. “Avery and I were thinking of just keeping it simple for our first night of living together. How does the local pizza restaurant sound? I think it’s called Pizza Palace?”
You gave a thumbs up. “Sounds good to me! I can always go for some pizza.”
Avery burst into giggles. “OMG! And, and, I bet you only eat, like, a tiny little bit of a slice! That’s so adorable!”
You blushed, as you really did eat next to nothing compared to everyone around you whenever you went out. You looked back at your black-haired roomie. “Is pizza alright with you, Quinn?”
Predictably, Quinn shrugged. “Sure, can’t complain. If it’s what everyone else wants.” Though her response had been traditionally apathetic, you caught the faint glint in her eyes and the rising curve in the corners of her mouth. She’d never admit it, but you could tell that Quinn was head-over-heels for pizza.
Quinn shuffled away to grab some things, and Morgan followed suit. You moved to do the same, until you felt a soft, delicate hand wrap around you from behind and hoist you up into the air. A short gasp escaped your lips before you were whirled around to face the angelic smile of Avery, a playful expression on her face.
“So, Pizza Palace it is then, huh, Hunter? Gosh, I can not wait to see your adorbs face stuffed with gooey cheese!” The pink-haired girl grinned from ear-to-ear, and her infectious energy rubbed off on you, just a little.
“Yep, it should be great.” You agreed, and then paused. “Is there…uh…any particular reason you picked me up to say that?”
Avery smirked in a mischievous manner. “Well, eating out can be scary for tinies, I beat. Lots of big girls like me walking around everywhere. We need to make sure you don’t get lost, cutie!”
“Oh. Well, I appreciate that, Avery, but–”
“So! I’ve got a special place for you, dude!” Avery giggled, and then released her grip on you. Another startled cry strained out of your mouth as you fell, but it wasn’t long before you impacted against Avery’s soft, squishy left breast.
Picking your face up from Avery’s boob, your face blushing deep red, you looked up at her in confusion. “A-Avery! What are you doing? You don’t have to carry me in your clea–”
Avery silenced you by placing her index finger on your head and lightly pushing, smushing your lips flat. She then swiped across her breast, dragging your body forward and knocking you into the absolute abyss of her cleavage. Your limbs sprawled and flailed in a futile attempt to stop yourself from falling in. All you succeeded in doing, however, was uselessly slapping and ticking Avery’s sensitive skin, earning a small smile and faint blush from the flirtatious giantess.
With one emphatic shake of her prodigious chest, Avery watched as your tiny body was enveloped in the jiggling of her breasts, and you disappeared from view deep into her cleavage. All that surrounded you was darkness and soft, hot flesh. Your body crumpled in on itself in the tight confines of the busty girl’s cleavage, sounds of the outside world muffled. All you could clearly hear was Avery’s ecstatic heartbeat, and your own troubled thoughts, torn between mild arousal and indignation at Avery’s treatment of you.
Still staring at her tits, and enjoying the feeling of you between them, Avery almost missed Quinn standing in the corner of the room. Looking up, Avery met Quinn’s eye. The black-haired girl, who had witnessed the entire incident, rolled her eyes and looked back at her phone. Avery merely stuck out her tongue and winked, then strolled over to the front door, relishing the feeling of her new, adorable tiny roommate squeezed so intimately.
Morgan was the last to the front door, and she looked at Quinn and Avery with a raised eyebrow. “Where’s Hunter? One of you carrying him?” She inquired.
Quinn lazily glanced at Avery, who stumbled a bit before recovering. “Um…yes! He’s totes in my pocket. Yep!” The enthusiastic girl gestured to the side pocket of her booty shorts, patting it affectionately.
Morgan, having no reason to doubt her twin sister, merely nodded. “Ah, gotcha. At least he won’t get lost that way.”
With that, the three girls (and you) left the apartment and headed out to Morgan’s car. Avery slid neatly into the back seat while Quinn sat beside Morgan up front. Morgan turned on some catchy music and pulled out onto the road, driving off to Pizza Palace. It was a fifteen-minute drive, and the time passed by for the girls pretty easily.
Time passed much slower for you. With each passing second, more and more sweat accumulated between Avery’s succulent, shapely breasts, and that same sweat rolled right over you. To make matters worse, Morgan accidentally hit a pothole in the road that caused Avery’s boobs to quake like crazy, and they heavy mounds of flesh mashed you tight, reducing you to a flattened smear on her tits. Mentally, you groaned.
Finally, the girls pulled up to Pizza Palace, surprised to find it so packed. Getting out of the car first, Quinn walked off to request a booth, while Morgan and Avery took their time. Avery was second out of the car, and she was just about to dash off to the main entrance of the restaurant when Morgan grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Avery. Where is Hunter?” Morgan said. “About time to get him out of your pocket, right?”
Avery paused for a moment, blinked, and then gasped. “Oh! Hunter! Totes slipped my mind, hee hee!” She giggled, prompting a groan from Morgan. “Forgot he was in my pocket!” Avery reached to her pocket to grab you, but came up empty. She checked her other pocket, but was similarly unsuccessful in retrieving you. Beginning to panic, Avery looked at her sister. Morgan merely raised an eyebrow, wondering what was taking so long.
In the short span of the car ride, what Avery had done to you had completely flooded out of the ditzy giantess’ mind. This was in part due to the pothole squashing you so flat between her boobs that she could no longer feel you. Thankfully, when Avery began looking herself over in search of where else she could’ve put you, her scatterbrain reconnected the dots as soon as she glimpsed her abundant cleavage.
Sheepishly, Avery grimaced at Morgan and then stuck a hand down her cleavage. Morgan stared, wide-eyed, as her twin sister felt herself up looking for you, and finally hooked you on her fingernail and pulled you free. By this point, annoyance had overtaken surprise, and Morgan yanked you away from Avery. She began wiping you down with her shirt, trying to get the accumulated sweat off of you.
“I can’t believe you, Avery.” Morgan sighed, pushing past her demure-acting sister. “One day. LESS than one day, and you’re making moves.”
Avery ran alongside Morgan as they entered Pizza Palace. “He’s super adorbs, Morgan! How could I help myself with a hot little guy like him?”
Morgan didn’t dignify that with a response, so Avery grew quiet. The twins met up with Quinn and a harried looking waitress. The waitress was dressed in a red blouse and black slacks, an outfit that wouldn’t have been flattering if it wasn’t a size too small. As it was, the blouse and slacks pressed hard against the girl’s decently curvy body, creating a surprisingly alluring visual. A small nametag pinned to her breast read “Lila”.
Lila brushed some of her long, frizzy brown hair out of her face, simultaneously rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “Your table is…*yawn*…this way.” She murmured, and then wandered off, the three girls following dutifully. As they walked, you finally finished reforming in Morgan’s palm.
Looking around, you took in the sights of Pizza Palace. It was pretty big for a pizza restaurant, and it was almost packed to max capacity. Over fifty patrons filled the tables and booths, and five other waitresses bussed busily from customer to customer. You could make out a small play place and a few arcade machines in one corner, as well as the door to the kitchen in the other.
Lila eventually gestured to an empty booth, and Quinn and Avery slid in, each girl taking a menu from Lila. Morgan was last, but before she sat, she gently dropped you onto the corner of the table. She then settled in, and picked up her own menu, and as you looked at Quinn and Avery, you found them both similarly consumed by reading their menus.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes for drinks.” Lila explained, and each of your new roommates nodded or uttered an appreciative ‘thanks’. However, before she stepped back from the table, Lila spotted you, and the brown-haired waitress frowned. Her overwhelming exhaustion was blurring her vision, to say nothing of the fact that she’d forgotten her glasses at home, but she could’ve sworn there was a bug on the table. Frowning, she swatted it aside.
Of course, you were in no way a bug, but the far-sighted, weary waitress didn’t know that. You couldn’t even cry out before her giant hand slapped you off the table and onto the floor. Your new roommates didn’t notice a thing, too busy scanning their menus. You could only splat down onto the floor, flattening out a bit from the fall.
Picking yourself up, you looked and saw Lila take a step towards you, off to continue her waitress duties without a clue you were beneath her. As her black boot raised itself over you, you fought with all your might to move, before this little dinner excursion became a nightmare all onto itself.
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