Sarah's Find - Chapter 19

You began sliding down the glass, picking up an incredible amount of speed. Things were not helped by the fact that you could almost feel the woman shaking the glass a little in an attempt to “coax” you out. Your body shot out of the jar like a cannon. Her hand was eagerly waiting below, but your momentum caused you to overshoot it entirely. As you spun in the air, you managed to glimpse the giant blue eyes up above. They were not following you. She had not seen you. But you were not going to land in her hand. Instead...

Her chest was not as large as the mother's, Mary-Jean, but it was not far off. The magnified beating of her heart was faster than the rest, her chest rose and fell quicker with her breathing, all echoing the boundless energy she seemed to radiate nonstop.

“I DON'T SEE ANYTHING.” The woman boomed up above. You couldn't see her face, you were too busy trying not to fall between her mountainous, jostling cleavage. Your entire world moved violently, tilting to a dangerous angle and you began to slide. Glancing down, you saw the hem of her tank top rapidly approaching as you descended the smooth, soft (not to mention pleasantly fragrant) skin of her cleavage. Far in the distance, her hand deftly replaced the jar onto the side table with a loud bang. “MUST HAVE CLIMBED OUT OR SOMETHING.”

“...has to be in there...” Natalie Veronica's faint and distant voice managed to reach your ears. Her voice was neither faint nor distant. But the blonde's was simply deafening. The ringing made it difficult to understand anyone else.

You grabbed the hem of the blonde's tank top and dug your legs inside the bra underneath to try and pin yourself down. Your arms were sore from constantly holding on for dear life. Something told you this was going to be a hell of a ride, but at least you were relatively safe. You wouldn't need to worry about surviving another plummet. Now you directed your gaze towards whatever was going on in front of you. What you saw baffled you for a moment, for what stood before you was the blonde herself, a large smile on her face. Her eyes were not on you but simply looking ahead. She raised her hands and placed them on her hips, slowly riding them up her waist. Behind her was the redhead, who had picked up the jar and was now examining it, with the mother standing behind her, looking very concerned. Almost horrified. Now you understood. The mirror. The one the mother had used to search for you earlier. The blonde woman had approached it and what you were seeing was her reflection.

As you sat, pinned in her top, you watched her hands slowly pass her waist and to the undersides of her breasts, which they cupped the fingers around. You could feel this happening, feel the flesh reacting to the grasp of their owner. Being trapped on this body, and seeing the immense reflection in the distance, was a very strange, almost awe inspiring sensation. It made you remember, or at least more aware, that this warm, jostling landscape was not, in fact, a landscape. You were not on some strange terrain or mountain. This was a the living, active body of a breathing woman. What you stood on was not earth, but flesh. It was as if you were a bacterium that had become sentient and looked up and perceived its host for the first time. This was HER ecosystem, her microbiome. You were now just a small part of it. You could see tiny, nearly invisible strands of vellus hairs dotting the surface of these vast stretches of skin. You're lucky you hadn't encountered any mites so far in your never ending journey atop the person of all these women.

The boobs began to move, lifted up by the hands, which held them and jostled them lightly. Or at least it looked light in the mirror. You felt the hard shift on their movement, felt the reverberations from their impact with each other. It truly felt like you were on a plate with a mound of jello. The caressed the ample bosom, the fingers slowly sliding up to where you were. Suddenly you thought that being stuck here was a terrible choice, but there was nothing you could do now. The immense weight of her hands holding her clothes down meant you would not be able to free yourself. All you could do now is hold on. The hands stopped just below you. The fingers squeezed. You felt a jolt as the flesh you rested upon reacted. The fingers relaxed, the breast popped back out to its original fullness. Another jolt as the flesh stretched back out to the position it was in. The fingers squeezed again. Then relaxed. Squeezed. Relaxed. Squeezed. Relaxed. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. You felt you might get sick. The blonde began to smirk. Her hands released her bosom and dropped to her knees. She bent, leaning her upper body forward. Her large breasts seemed even larger now. Slowly, her upper body began to sway side to side. Her boobs, in turn, reacted, swaying as well. Again, you felt the mountains of flesh come alive, jostling and pounding against each other, which caused heavy earthquakes that rattled you bones.

Then, she straightened and turned. Her chest heaved as she spun. You glanced up and saw her head was turned as she looked over her shoulder. No doubt she was now admiring her preposterous rear end. But you could no longer see the mirror. Instead, you saw Natalie and Mary-Jean, the former now examining the wad of cotton sitting on the table, while the latter held the jar close to her bosom, looking very worried. Your ears were still ringing from the blonde's voice, but you could still hear faint echoes of the more normal women...

“...little guy? Where are you?” Natalie was saying, worry infecting her voice. “I don't get it...why would he climb out?”

“WHY WOULD YOU KEEP HIM IN THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?” The blonde, this 'Val' replied. Her voice was so loud you could almost feel the entire biological process of her speech happening in real time through vibrations in her chest. Every rise and fall of her breathe, the air rushing in and out of her lungs, the roar of her words reverberating through her diaphragm. “WHO WANTS TO BE IN A JAR? IT'S NO WONDER HE CLIMBED OUT.” Her hips began to swing down below. Naturally, her chest, in turn, began to sway.

“I guess she figured it would be safer than just leaving them somewhere.” Natalie replied. “How did the jar even get down here?”

“Uhm...” Mary-Jean replied, looking very sheepish. “I...I might have brought it down. I didn't know what it was?”

“Did you take the cotton out?” The redhead asked, looking up at her.

“Well...I...” The mother paused. “Why didn't anyone tell me about this!? Did nobody think that I should have known!?”

“I thought Sarah HAD told you!”

“NO! She didn't!”

“Oookay...” Natalie replied slowly. “But did you take the cotton out?”

“I...I...yes, but...”

“Did you see anything else where you were doing that?”

“Uh...well...not in the jar but...” The mother paused again and lifted and hand, vaguely gesturing towards her chest. “I thought...I thought I saw...”

“On your chest?”

“DID YOU THINK THEY WERE A BUG?” The one called 'Val' boomed.

Immediately, the mother went dark red, a look of both horror and being mortified.

“Y-Y-You...you didn't!” Natalie asked, her eyes wide.

“No! I didn't! But...” The mother trailed off and she looked down towards the floor.

“EEP!” Natalie cried, leaping onto the couch. “Are they on the FLOOR!?”

“That's where I last saw them...”

“LAST SAW THEM? SO YOU DID TRY AND SQUASH THEM! FESS UP, MARE!”

“I didn't know!” Mary-Jean replied, looking frightened. “I th-thought it was a bug! You know how I feel about bugs!”

“Oh god!” Natalie gasped.

“Everyone relax!” Mary-Jean snapped. “We don't even know if that was them! It could have actually been a bug! It was just as slippery as one! And whatever it was fell off me and kept moving! A human couldn't do that, right?”

“I guess...” Natalie said, not looking sure.

“Just everyone keep calm.” The mother began to get down on her knees. “Don't move and let me...” She froze, a deep moan coming from her lips?

“What's wrong?” The redhead asked, tense.

“The swiffer!” The mother moaned. “I ran the swiffer, oh goodness!”

She stood up and hurried out of the room to the kitchen. Natalie watched her go, seeming to refuse to get off the couch.

“WELP...” Val spoke up. “I'M STARTING TO SUSPECT THAT THEY'RE AS GOOD AS DEAD.”

“Don't say that!” Natalie replied, a look of fear on her face.

“COME ON! IF MARE THOUGHT THEY WERE A BUG, THEY WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE. HAVE YOU SEEN THE LENGTHS SHE'LL GO TO CRUSH EVEN ANTS?”

“Yeah...” Natalie nodded, still looking at the floor as if she was going to be able to spot you. “Why is she like that anyway?”

“BECAUSE MARE'S A WEIRDO, THAT'S WHY! AND THAT'S COMING FROM ME!” Val giggled.

The blonde began to move. Immediately, her large chest began to heave in sync with the deafening boom of her footfalls. You could even hear the jar and the lamp rattle on the table with her movement. She approached the couch, causing the redhead to scoot over to make room for her.

“Valerie!” Natalie cried. “Careful! You might step on them!”

“NO I WON'T!” Valerie said with a dismissive wave. “BESIDES, LIKE I SAID, IF MARE WENT AFTER 'EM THEY'RE ALREADY DONE FOR!”

“How can you be so casual about this?”

“HEY, I'M NOT THE ONE WHO CAUSED ALL THIS! I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHATEVER HAPPENS. THAT'S ON WHOEVER DID ALL THIS!”

Their conversation continued by the blonde spun around, again causing her boobs to sway heavily, before plopping down on the couch next to the redhead. Between the ringing in your ears and the disorientation caused by the earthquakes of her breasts reacting to her every little move, you couldn't comprehend anything they said. All you could hear were sounds that were as if explosions had learned to speak and the constant ringing. Eventually, the redhead stood up and left for the kitchen, tiptoeing across the floor in a manner that should have been comical.

That meant you were now alone with...

You looked up. Her eyes were gazed off towards where the redhead had gone for a moment longer. Then, they wandered off towards the TV for a second before being immediately dismissed. Finally, her eyes dropped down to you. No, not you. Her chest. You just happened to be there.

A smirk came on her lips. Immediately, her upper body began to twist side to side, swaying her boobs back and forth in a motion that you were almost used to at this point. You tried to wave. You tried to signal, but she didn't see you, even though her eyes passed over your position several times.

“God, I'm so fucking hot,” The blonde sighed, her voice (soft and very pleased) floating in your ringing ears. Her smile widened. “Imagine if one of those tiny people saw me. I can't imagine how big I'd look to them!” A sparkle seemed to enter her eyes as she thought about it. It reminded you of how Natalie Veronica had looked at you the night before. Suddenly, you weren't sure you wanted to be found by this woman. Something told you that she wouldn't be as gentle as the redhead had tried to be. It just didn't seem to be in her nature.

But something else was happening. Something far more primal. As you looked up at her face, you felt the lust come surging back. Her blue eyes, her golden blonde hair, the way she smiled down at her body with a knowing look. She knew. She knew what she was and what she had. The power she held over simple men who crossed her path. Power that reduced them to drooling buffoons, desperate for her attention and affection. These men would give the world to her on a silver platter if it meant even a few moments of her time. And she knew. She absolutely did. And something about that knowing made her even more enticing. You could hear her saying, “I'm so fucking hot” over and over in your mind. The gall! How egotistic! But her confidence was also intoxicating. The image of her fawning of herself in the mirror, her bouncing her bosom up and down before turning to admire her backside. You remembered the loud smack you had heard before. A spank perhaps? Of course it had been. Most ordinary women would not do such a thing. But this...this was no ordinary woman by any means.

I'm so fucking hot. I'm so fucking hot. I'm. So. Fucking. Hot.

Yes. She was. And you were not about to disagree. Not at all. And she didn't even know the impression she was leaving on you. How her aura was infecting your mind, scrambling your puny comprehension. You simply lay, pinned in the hem of her tank top, trying perpetually to soak in all that she was, but never coming close to being able to.

Then, her eyes once again hovered over you...