Departures (Chapter 3)

“See? I’m barely even squeezing, and this is almost too much for you to handle already,” Emma mentioned, pleasantly tranquil as ever. She kept up that firm pressure, holding back just enough to keep from making Rafael squeal in distress. “It’s not very often that I carry out a procedure like this in my bare hands, since most of my paying guests choose to go out another way. So, it would be different than my usual routine, and certainly very easy, to just take care of you here. One good pinch, and you’d be done. But, maybe we’ll come back to that later, after I’ve considered all the options. I want to make sure this is done right.”

Of course by now Rafael guessed that Emma was less concerned with whether this process was done right or not, and more about just getting to toy with a helpless little man for her own darkly deviant interest before she actually set him free from this mortal coil. She really did seem to “enjoy” her work here beyond any humanitarian reasons. But he knew well enough to stay silent. Rafael croaked in relief, clammy and shaking from that brief ordeal, when the giantess’s pillar-sized fingers relinquished their pincer grasp on his puny cranium. While he didn’t have much self-esteem to begin with, it was nonetheless a wildly belittling experience to see just how simple it was for a three-hundred-foot woman to determine his mortality. Like a child frying an ant through a magnifying glass.

“Let’s see here, how else can we take care of you?” Emma asked, stroking her chin. Though this was more of a rhetorical question for her own meditative process, rather than an invitation for Rafael to give his opinion. The giantess’s hazel eyes lit up with inspiration, then, while her lips re-widened for another ear-to-ear grin. “Oh, of course. We have to at least consider this…”

Still keeping Rafael penned in her palm, Emma hooked her thumb into the lapel of that midnight-colored blazer and brushed it aside, then pushed down the neckline of her shirt, until her supple cleavage – already highly apparent even while veiled behind those professional garments – was allowed to peek out more boldly. In spite of the stress he’d just been through, and the token pain he might yet have to face before dying, Rafael’s eyes bugged with lust at the overwhelming view of that dark-tan mammary gorge. His pulse accelerated, then, when the giantess proceeded to dip him directly above her mountainous breasts, plucked him back up, and deposited his tiny body legs-first into the exposed divot between them. One thumb-squish later, Rafael was almost entirely submerged into the fleshy leverage of those opposing bulged-out walls of tit bulk.

Since the natural posture of her impressive rack didn’t squeeze him as punishingly as her fist did, he had a few moments of peaceful appreciation while snugly embraced among the doctor’s utterly gargantuan boobs. Their cushy mass jiggled subtly around him, rising and falling in time with her placid breath, and immediately warmed Rafael as though he was bundled in wool. So far, he had to admit this seemed like a more agreeable way to go out than being smashed between her fingers like an insect. Those wobbling vibrations turned heavier, then, as Emma’s whole body shook with good-natured laughter, since she’d apparently been watching his awestruck borderline-horny reaction to this newest placement.

“Yes, I can tell you’re already more partial to this method than the last. This one’s definitely a popular one among men your age. And who could blame any of you? I might be a woman of science, first and foremost, but I also know what I’ve got,” the giantess declared with a wink. “But, I’m sure it won’t surprise you to know that just sitting there like that, all comfy-cozy, isn’t going to take care of anything. It never does, nice as that might be. So let’s find out if this is really the best way to see you off.”

Indeed this wasn’t news to Rafael, though he’d gotten so caught up in the engrossingly sensual experience of being wedged in by the perky dunes of Emma’s magnificent chest that he almost forgot why he’d come here today. Almost. But the giantess soon helped him recall his grave purpose more fully, as she clutched both hands around the outermost swell of either immense breast, and then proceeded to steadily push them closer and closer together. Which naturally meant that Rafael was caught right at the epicenter of their teasing mashup. As the ample terrain of Emma’s cleavage was plumper and more forgiving than her fingers, her little subject was able to endure more of that fleshy compaction before he really noticed any strain. Though once it started, that was just about all he could feel.

Just like when he was squeezed in the giantess’s fist, only now magnified by the grander scope of her sizable tits, Rafael was made to quake and splutter from the burden of either side ballooning in on him. Simultaneously, he was starting to sink deeper in between them. This was how he imagined it might feel to get sucked into quicksand. Yet as heavy as things were rapidly becoming, skipping the discomfort and going right for soreness, Rafael realized again that Emma was purposefully holding back. She could have clapped her boobs together like a pair of wrecking balls, right now, and been done with all this. Still, for whatever reason (and that reason likely being her perverted gratification from playing with Rafael), she didn’t do it. Out of breath, and wriggling like mad from the bulbous encumbrance of that buxom landmass, but still not guided toward a metaphorical light at the end of a tunnel, her victim could tell this wasn’t going to be it. Emma wasn’t through with him yet.

“No, I don’t think that’s quite right, either. Popular as that way is, I don’t believe it’s the answer for everyone,” Dr. Torres proclaimed at last – as if she’d only just now come to this conclusion, when in reality, Rafael guessed she’d planned all along simply to bully him a little between her breasts before moving on again. Her payment today wasn’t in cash, but instead the personal thrill of this unspoken pre-death game.