Sarah's Find - Chapter 14

You had no way of knowing how long you were out. But the bright light pouring from the bedroom window suggested that it had been hours, perhaps twelve or more. It had been dusk when Natalie Veronica had arrived at the home, but now the sun was freshly risen. Every part of you was sore and you were physically exhausted from the events of yesterday. That thought was more absurd than everything that had occurred. You had been found yesterday, picked up by a cute gal named Sarah just yesterday, right before the sole of her massive high heeled sneaker had crushed you into a fine paste. She wouldn't have even felt it. She'd have gone right along with her merry day, not knowing the light she had just snuffed underfoot, probably humming a little tune and thinking of her boyfriend. Her life wound go on. Yours would not. The events that had followed her discovery of you had taken place within the course of a single day. Nights within the jungle of the park seem like a distant memory. A part of you almost wishes to be by the small fires you had managed to make within the grass. Being in the charge of Sarah seemed far more dangerous! Perhaps she would forget you here for awhile, giving a well deserved reprieve.

Those hopes were dashed almost immediately after being formed.

A loud banging sound ripped you from your dreamy stupor (the sound of a knob being turned was more like an explosion). Buried in the cotton, you couldn't see anything outside. Instinctively, you clawed at the massive fluffy wads and tried to pull yourself up. Thuds from outside and the jar rattles with each one as someone walks outside. You brace for jolt as the jar is grabbed, but it doesn't come. Instead, you feel the quakes pass you as the person enters the room. No booming voice speaks out either. Whoever this is does not seem to be aware of your presence. Grabbing and pulling your way up, you finally reach the top of your hastily crafted “bed” and look out through the glass.

You see a towering form bent over before you, their back turned to you. The unmistakable hourglass curve of a woman presents itself, as well as a delicate fragrance wafting in from the open lid above. Long brunette hair is pulled up into a neat, practical bun. She wears a short, comfortable black cotton skirt and a striped white and black tank top which seems to have spaghetti strings. There is no sign of a bra. A round, petite rear sticks out towards you. The hem is riding up and does so more as the woman continues to bend. Eventually, a pair of plain, white cotton panties reveal themselves to you. The magnified sounds of her rummaging through a drawer echoes across the room and reverberates in your glass domicile. She groans and shuts the drawer, the sound of which causes you to jump. As she straightens, her skirt falls down, but not entirely, a corner of her undergarments still showing. This does nothing to slow her as she turns, hands on her hips. You see her face and immediately think of Sarah, but it is not her. This woman is older, in her early forties at the youngest. Her mother, perhaps?

Her eyes drop to yours. Her expression changes. She takes a step, rattling your little “home” again and bends again, placing her hands on her knees, a questioning look forming on her face. As her body lowers, you are greeted with most enormous breasts that you have ever beheld, a feeling that is familiar. Her busty and shapely daughter had left you in total awe, to say nothing of the magnificent beauty that was Natalie Veronica. However, neither of them could compare to what this woman carried.

So captivated by these monstrosities that it was only at the last second that you noticed her reaching hand. It closed around the glass, cutting off your view of her and you felt the jar lifted. Within seconds, her eyes peered through the lid down into.

“What is this?” Her voice reverberates through the glass.

The jar tips and her massive index and middle finger reach inside. You leap off the cotton and onto the hard glass just as her razor sharp nails (they are longer and sharper than her daughters) stab into the cotton. They then begin to pull up towards the lid, the soft mass is dragged into you, rolling you along the smooth surface. Desperately, you try to grab hold of the white fibers, but you can't and soon you are once again falling.

Even half delirious, you don't need any help knowing where you are when you land. You had bounced upon landing, the surface was beyond soft and vibrated with a rhythmic beat from deep within. Yet again, you found yourself atop the chest of yet another woman. But it wasn't the same as before. The flesh stretched farther in all directions. These were not mere mountains; these were full planets! Their movement were not just mere earthquakes but felt someone had grabbed planet Earth and shaken it.

She began to move. There was no hope of holding onto anything. The force of her bosom heaving with every single little step threw you into the air each time. It was like being on a trampoline. Your grip on anything would be wrenched free in an instant. All you could do was...nothing. Be thrown to and fro and hope that you would survive each one. After several moments of this, you were able, by sheer happenstance, to see where she was going. You saw the handrail of a staircase. She was headed directly for it. Stairs. She was about to descend stairs.

Dear god...

“Sarah?” Her voice rang from up above.

She reached the stairs and began her descent.

Words could not describe the chaos. The heaves of her chest had gone from planet shaking to the sheer apocalyptic wrath of god himself. It was as if two planets had literally gone to war with another, smacking into each other with such intensity that even the shockwave from these were enough to send you flying in any direction. The collisions were deafening. You had worried for your safety between the breasts of the other two girls but this was something on a whole new level. You would not only be crushed, there would probably be nothing even LEFT after it happened. These monstrosities would simply erase you entirely from existence. Their warmth and softness were all just clever deceptions to mask their true killing power to beings as insignificant as you.

“Sarah!” The voice roared from up above. Finally, Armageddon came to a stop and you landed on the cushiony flesh once more. “Sarah! Why is there a...?”

The sudden stop causes you to look up. Your eyes meet hers. For a moment that feels absurdly long, the two of you simply stare at the other. Then, her eyes narrow and her brow furrows as a frown appears on her lips. Unlike her daughter, she is not happy to see your tiny form.

A hand appears and you try to move. It's impossible, however, and the massive fingers come crashing down. The displaced air of their descent blows you out from under their smashing power and the collision sends you flying into the air. You soar over the fingers which whip across the skin underneath you in a swiping motion. Once again, the wind carries you with the force of their passage and you are sailing towards where you least want to go: right between the impossibly massive cavern between the planet sized tits.

“Uugh!” The woman bellows above.

You wait for the flesh to come together, for you to be wiped cleanly from this mortal plain. But they don't. You glace up and see one glaring, fiery eye peering between the gap of skin. Then the eye is gone and two fingers take their place. The fingers, this time the index and thumb, dive bomb after you, pressing themselves together like a giant lobster claw pinching at its prey. You ride the slope of the breast, trying to keep ahead of the mashing fingers. As you descend deeper, the hand follows, further spreading the intense boobs apart. Pretty soon, you are falling again.

You fall out from under the bosoms, down the full length of the valley that is her rumbling belly, past the navel, and towards the him of her skirt. You land atop it, grabbing onto loose fibers in the knitting. Directly above, the boobs still jostle and shake as the hand searches for you relentlessly.

“Where did you go?!” The voice asks bitterly. “It better not get squished in there, I don't need bug guts all over my breasts!”

Finally, the massive planets of flesh are parted by both hands and you see her eye again as it scans the space between for you, the fingers feeling and searching around. She sighs in frustration and her hands release her bosom, causing them to flop back into place with a fleshy smack.

“Did it fall down my shirt?” She asks aloud. Her hands reach towards you. There is no possible way that she can see past the jut of her breasts to see you on her skirt, but you might still be better off if you hid.