RR Mayumi Okamoto - Chapter 26

This is the second-to-last chapter of prepared content for Mayumi's story!

Reduction & Relocation - Mayumi Okamoto

Chapter 26 - Con Job

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The elevator shuddered, groaning under the weight of the next woman to enter. Jaime didn't need to wait for her to break through the growing ring of women; she was visible from the moment she entered the doors.

Chelsea and Ms. Tierney looked at each other, and then down at Jaime.  Wendy and Ashley appeared equally perplexed by the newcomer. Avery wrinkled up her face in prissy disgust at the unpleasant scent of sweat and motor oil wafting in with the newcomer.

Jaime felt the warmth of Mayumi’s breath on his cheek and her fingers under his chin. They guided his lowly gaze up, up and up..toward the large woman making space in the increasingly crowded elevator. “Look at Miss Gloria, Jaime.  Isn’t she lovely?”

Gloria?  I don’t know a Gloria…

Chelsea was the first to speak to the woman in stained overalls. “...do we know you?”

Gloria looked just as confused by Chelsea’s question and the womens’ collective peculiar interest as they were all confused by her.  “Uhhh…don’t think so? Unless you got a car at my shop.”

Gloria’s dark-purple overalls clung to her body, adorned with the marks of a grueling day’s labor. Oil stains and smudges decorated the thick fabric, telling stories of hard work and perseverance. The zipper locked into place along the tread of her overalls–lowered enough to reveal deep, generous cleavage that gleamed with darkened, discolored sweat.

Gloria’s breasts were a sight to behold, each one easily larger than his head and they swayed slightly with her movements. The beige bra she wore seemed laughably inadequate for the job of containing all that sloshing tit flesh, the straps digging into her shoulders as they struggled to contain the sheer bulk of her voluminous bosom. 

Gloria's hips were equally impressive, wide and inviting, her thighs thick and powerful beneath the stained fabric. She was a goddess of flesh, her curves exaggerated to almost mythical proportions. To Jaime, she was an Amazon, a powerful figure whose mere proximity made him feel even smaller and more insignificant.

As she shifted her weight, the elevator seemed to groan in protest, and Jaime couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and presence of her. The scent of motor oil mingled with Gloria’s natural musk, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the confined space. The raw, unfiltered femininity of her presence made the air thick and heady, although it was Jaime alone who seemed in a daze. Gloria’s long brown hair, streaked with hints of chestnut, was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Rebellious flyaway strands escaped all over her scalp, framing her strong, tanned face.. A prominent smudge of motor oil streaked across her left cheek, giving her an edge of rugged allure.

As Gloria’s dark, expressive eyes scanned the group of women, a hush fell over the elevator. Her gaze was powerful, commanding, and utterly magnetic. She hadn’t noticed Jaime yet, but he was acutely aware of her. To him, she was a titan, her curves and presence magnified a hundredfold by his diminutive height. The sense of her size and strength was almost overwhelming, each movement she made sending subtle tremors through the elevator floor.

Gloria was not just larger than life; to Jaime, she was a living embodiment of formidable femininity, her every feature amplified to extraordinary proportions. In the crowded elevator, she was a queen among commoners, her presence undeniable and her allure inescapable.

“Can we help you with something?” Wendy asked.  

“I’m not tryin’ to buy nothing.” Gloria said.  “I’m just using the elevator.”

Jaime looked up at all the towering goddesses who wore expressions of confusion–all except for Mayumi who seemed to smile knowingly.  As she stood directly behind Jaime, her fingertips could only graze the top of his head so she played with his hair as he tried to figure out who this 40-something Latina goddess was.  

“Yall are being weird.” Gloria scanned the women for answers on why they were staring at her, and when her gaze reached Mayumi, it naturally continued down, down, down. 

Gloria's eyes finally landed on Jaime, and for a moment, he felt like a helpless mouse caught in the gaze of a hungry, merciless lioness. There was a flicker of recognition in her eyes, and a slow, predatory smile spread across her lips that made Jaime’s heart race and his throat go dry. 

The buxom latina began belly-laughing.  

“Oh my god, it's YOU!” Gloria exclaimed booming through the elevator. Her large, sweaty breasts jiggled as if they were joining in on her jovial expression of mean-spirited mirth. “What are you doing here?  And why are you so little?” 

The circle of women widened enough to fully accept Gloria into the ring of goddesses.  She seemed to know Jaime.  She seemed to love disrespecting him and belittling him..so it looked like she was welcome as far as the other women were concerned.  

“Wait, so you do know him?” Avery asked.

The 40-something Latina goddess stood there, hands anchored on her love handles, and she made him feel so, so small. Jaime remembered who she was now. She maintained eye contact with Jaime while speaking to the other women.

“This idiota came into my auto shop asking for an oil change on his busted hoopty of a car. I could tell right away that he was one of those ‘titty baby boys’...the perverted ones who drool over the grande tetas!” Gloria cackled, cupping her enormous breasts and shaking them for emphasis.  

The other women snickered and exchanged amused glances, their eyes flickering between Jaime and Gloria.  They were loving this..enjoying the show and reveling in Jaime’s embarrassment.

“I’ve seen plenty like him.  And this one I saw coming a mile away.  Such easy prey.”

Gloria’s laughter was cruel and echoing, filling the small elevator. She motioned to her tight, dirty overalls, the zipper already scandalously low. 

“I was wearing this…”

Zzzzzzzip.

Down another inch…and even more of her impressive bust said hello. The sight made Jaime’s cheeks burn with humiliation.

“I told him I’d do the oil change.  But I also told him that he needed new brake pads, new tires, a new air conditioning system.  Shit, I think I even sold him 5 gallons of blinker fluid!” Her jiggly tits joined in on the laughter, as too did several of the other women in the elevator.  “And this virgin for life just kept on saying ‘Yes, ma’am.  Yes, ma’am. Yes ma’am.’  And get this…he could not stop staring at my chest…not even for a full minute…like he was some kind of hungry baby.”

“God..I actually remember this, Jaime.  That’s why Mom had to drive you around like a little kid? Why are you so pathetic?” Ashley asked, his step-sister’s tone sending another wave of surreal humiliation through Jaime.

“Miss Ashley asked you a question, Jaime.” Mayumi said, gently squeezing Jaime’s shoulder. 

“I don’t know…” 

Another sharper squeeze…and Jaime yelped.  He knew immediately what he’d forgotten.  “...I don’t know, Miss Ashley.” 

Jaime turned away from Gloria as she continued, pressing his forehead into Mayumi’s knee and wrapping his arms around her calf.  He felt her calf muscle flex and tighten and then her thumbs tuck in under his armpits. She lifted him up, his face brushing against her stomach and then more forcefully against the undersides of her epic breasts as she set his naked legs to straddle her hip.  The Japanese Goddess supported his butt with just one hand and turned him to face Gloria who was still talking.  

“..Oh! Oh!  And then….I charged him a moon roof repair…the silly boy didn’t even have a moon roof on his car!” 

The other Goddesses in the elevator roared with laughter and Jaime blushed a deep red, sitting silently amongst all these women laughing at him. Gloria turned her attention directly to Jaime as she approached him in Mayumi’s arms, but she continued to speak as if he wasn’t there.

“He just kept on staring at my tits.  It was actually sad how easy it was.  The pervert probably only even came into my auto shop because the sign out front showed a smiling woman with cleavage. Awww…what’s wrong, little Jaime?  Cat got your tongue?”  Gloria extended a huge finger and thumb toward Jaime to pinch his cheek, leaving a large smudge of grease and oil on his face.  “You just like to stare while all the big ladies talk, don’t you, niñito?” 

As Gloria continued, returning her attention to the Goddesses, Mayumi licked her two finger tips and rubbed at Jaime’s face, removing the smudge Gloria had left on his cheek.

“I wish y’all could have seen him. Eyes wide, mouth open, like a little perrito. And then I leaned over the counter and he couldn’t even form a sentence!”

Jaime felt the hot flush across his face burning brighter, and he reflexively looked away as soon as her eyes fixed on him again.  “You thought I was being friendly, didn’t you?” Gloria mocked.  “Giving you that nice little peak…you probably thought you were special.  All it took was a flash of some skin, and you were ready to hand over your life savings.”

Another roar of laughter as if Gloria was a comedian, killing the crowd with joke after joke at his expense. Jaime cringed, bouncing in Mayumi’s arms. He knew what was coming next…he remembered it like it was yesterday.

“I kept on listing more crap, literally anything I could think of as I leaned over that counter and let my girls hypnotize him.  And believe it or not, the little pervert unglued his eyes from my tits for just long enough to tell me that he only had $7,500…and that he was already in way over his head with all these repairs.”

“I insisted on all the useless stuff he needed and after an ‘accidental’ nip slip, he agreed to the last of them.”

“How much did he spend?” Ms. Tierney asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow–at Jaime, of course.  

“Oh it was at least $7,000 worth of repairs.  He made the mistake of telling me that the bill took him down to his last $500…and that he was really gonna have to make it last. As if I was gonna let him keep it.”

“Poor Jaime…” Mayumi said, nuzzling Jaime into her neck as tears started forming in his eyes.  

“He held firm on that last $500 though, so I had to let him go…” 

Avery and Ashley pouted as if someone had just taken away their birthdays, but Gloria smiled knowingly. 

“...but don’t worry!  As soon as he walked out the door, I gave my sister Gwen a call.  She also runs a business…called Fast-Hitch Towing.”

And just like that, Jaime’s bratty stepsisters had their birthdays back as Gloria continued. 

“I had to let her know that I had this…I don’t know…really funny feeling that little Jaime’s car would be breaking down about ten miles after he left my shop.”

Jaime’s jaw dropped at the realization of just how much he’d been taken advantage of.  This horrible experience of being exploited and scammed was a punchline to the funniest joke they’d ever heard, and all the Goddesses erupted into hysterical laughter.  All except for Mayumi. 

Ding!

The elevator beeped and the doors opened briefly before continuing its trip down. 

“That was Jaime’s first car,” Avery said.  “He loved that ugly thing.” 

“Well, it’s at the junkyard now!  Gwen ‘accidentally’ cracked both axels when she towed it, but don’t worry…she still got paid.  What was that rate again, Jaime?  Do you remember?

Gloria’s long, red fingernails scraped his cheeks as she directed his gaze to hers.  “How much did my sister charge you?”

“I don’t want to say, Miss Gloria.” Jaime whimpered, trying to turn his head back to Mayumi, but Gloria held firm.  “Say it.”

“...Five hundred dollars.”

Jaime had barely gotten his response out before another burst of laughter filled the elevator.  Avery and Ashley were practically in tears, as was their mother Wendy. Chelsea, Autumn, and Mrs. Tierney were all chuckling as well.

The manipulative sister of Gloria had not only stolen the last of his money, practically bankrupting him, but she sabotaged his car to the point that it was totaled and had to be scrapped. The elevator of women laughed harder as Jaime cried in Mayumi’s arms. Moments ago, his butt had hung off the edges of Mayumi’s hands but now its edges were perfectly centered in her palm with no overflow.  

He was smaller than an infant now.

          *

“Well, look who it is!” An excited voice shouted from the elevator doors.  Sofia Blum joined the circle of women surrounding Jaime and Mayumi. 

“Jaime, I thought you’d like to know that my niece is LOVING your old apartment!” the Jewish Goddess smiled and leaned in closer. Jaime cowered away, nuzzling into Mayumi’s soft chest and slotting his face into her deep cleavage. 

His former landlady cackled.  “Shy little thing.  Always was.” Her exposed breasts were barely contained by her tight black blouse, bouncing and threatening to swallow the small Star of David that danced above her cleavage.  

“Can I hold him?” Sofia asked Mayumi.  

Jaime’s eyes darted in desperation from the domineering Sofia to the serene Mayumi, who didn’t even look down at him as she responded with a smile. “Of course, Mrs. Blum.”

Jaime was handed over like a doll, his small body easily maneuvered into Sofia’s waiting arms despite his weak struggles. She held him firmly against her ample chest, her grip both possessive and overwhelming and her older, heavier frame enveloped him completely. 

Sofia’s older, heavier frame enveloped him completely. Her breasts weren’t as large as Mayumi’s…nobody’s were…but Sofia was much older than Mayumi and significantly heavier.  She was soft and cushiony all over.  Her sour coffee breath washed over him as she looked down with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction.

“Well, well, Jaime,” Sofia cooed, her voice a blend of mockery and maternal condescension. “Look at you now, so small and helpless in my arms. How the mighty have fallen.”

Jaime tried weakly to push away, his tiny hands pressing against her plush chest, but it was a futile effort. Sofia’s grip was unyielding, her strength far surpassing his. She chuckled at his attempts, her laughter vibrating through her body and into his.

“Oh, don’t struggle, little one,” she teased, tightening her hold. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She tickled his chin with a playful finger, then squeezed his face between her huge, pale breasts. The soft flesh engulfed him, his vision filled with nothing but the overwhelming presence of Sofia. He could hear her heart beating, a steady, powerful rhythm that intoxicated him nearly as much as her blend of perfume and pheromones.

The other women in the room giggled, their whispers and murmurs adding to his humiliation. Jaime’s face burned with shame, but he could do nothing to escape Sofia’s overpowering embrace. 

Mayumi looked on with a serene smile, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “He seems much more manageable this way, doesn’t he, Mrs. Blum?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Sofia replied, giving Jaime a gentle bounce. “But then again, he’s always been easy to manipulate. Now there just isn’t even a challenge to it!”

Jaime weakly pushed against Sofia again, his tiny hands sinking into the yielding fat of her swollen breasts. It had the reverse effect of what Jaime was hoping for as her nipples hardened before his wide eyes. He pushed again, and now he was too weak to even create much of an indent in her tit flesh. His hands were smaller.  He was smaller.

“Remember when you used to feed these girls?” Sofia said laughing.  She explained to the other goddesses that she used to deposit Jaime’s rent directly into her cleavage right in front of him.  The goddesses laughed at Sofia’s impression of Jaime’s frozen and shocked reaction every time she did it. 

“If only you were just a little smaller, maybe I could feed YOU to the girls.” she purred through a smile, kissing him on his cheek.  

Ding!

The elevator doors opened briefly and then continued its trip down. 

The behemoth landlady finally returned Jaime to Mayumi, who promptly returned him to her ample bosom.  Just one of her breasts was now larger than his whole body. He wanted nothing more than to wriggle between them, but he was being directed to see the next woman who had entered the elevator.

“Autumn?!” Jaime winced weakly.

It was Jaime’s first girlfriend, and she’d just joined the circle of women.  She had fair skin and brown hair pulled back in a neat braided ponytail.  Her breasts were just as big as he remembered and she was now taking off her blouse.  Jaime gasped, seeing his highschool girlfriend in nothing but a bra.  Her soft belly took him back to when he’d use it as a pillow while watching movies.  Her huge tits made him feel like an awkward teenager again, long enough to forget for a moment that he was literally smaller than one of those swollen pale breasts now.  

“Remember when you like begged me to let you fuck my tits?  And then you couldn’t do it?” 

Jaime remembered…

“Either you were way too small or these were way too big.” Autumn cupped her huge tits, packed so tightly into her violet bra.  

“The first one, probably.” Ashley said.

Autumn smirked at Ashley and continued, “He’s probably the perfect size now.”  Autumn directed her next question to Mayumi.  “What do you think?” 

The Japanese Goddess discretely changed her grip on Jaime from holding him like an infant to holding him overhand like a flashlight.  “I think he’d love to find out.” 

Jaime’s heart pounded with dread as he watched Autumn part her enormous breasts with both hands. The deep valley of her cleavage seemed like a bottomless pit, ready to swallow him whole. Autumn’s breasts were immense, each one a colossal mound of soft, tan flesh that jiggled slightly with her movements. The sheer size of them dwarfed Jaime, making him feel even smaller and more insignificant.

Mayumi's grip on him was firm, her intent clear as she positioned him headfirst above Autumn's cleavage. Without hesitation, she plunged him into the warm, suffocating depths. Autumn’s elbows slammed in on either side of her massive tits, forcing them inward with crushing force. Jaime’s lungs emptied and then screamed for air as the pressure intensified, the soft, smothering flesh enveloping him completely. He disappeared up to his bare feet, engulfed by Autumn’s overwhelming bust.

Mayumi pulled him out quickly, allowing him just enough time to gasp for breath before forcing him back down again. The cycle began—down into the cleavage, up for air, then back down again. With each new descent into Autumn’s breasts, the soft flesh molded around him and squeezed him tightly, not wanting to release him.

The other women watched in fascination, their eyes wide with amusement and curiosity. Jaime’s naked body disappeared and reappeared, over and over; each time he appeared, the elevator would fill with his pathetic, tiny squeaks of protest, and then they’d snuff out immediately as Autumn’s cleavage swallowed him whole. Autumn pressed her tits together harder with her elbows, increasing the friction and making his repetitive journey through her cleavage even more difficult. The intense heat and the overpowering scent of Autumn’s skin overwhelmed him, adding to his torment.

“Look at him go,” Chelsea giggled, her voice filled with cruel amusement. “He’s like a little toy.”

Mayumi’s persistence was unrelenting. She continued to plunge Jaime into Autumn’s cleavage, her movements steady and determined. The increased friction made each insertion more intense, the pressure building as Autumn’s breasts closed in around him like a vice. Jaime could feel his strength ebbing away, his body slick with sweat and Autumn’s natural oils.

Mayumi’s grip tightened, compensating for how slippery he was becoming as she pushed him down again. “You’re perfect for this. Just the right size” Mayumi cooed. “You should enjoy it while it lasts, little Jaime.”

Autumn laughed, the sound vibrating through her chest and into Jaime’s body. “He always did have a thing for huge tits.”

Finally, after at least a dozen more thrusts into Autumn’s jiggling tits, Mayumi pulled Jaime out of his ex-girlfriend’s cleavage, holding his exhausted, limp body up for everyone to see. “There we go,” she said, her tone triumphant. “Our little toy has had enough, I think.”

The women’s laughter echoed around him as Jaime hung there, completely defeated before Mayumi set him in her own much larger, deeper cleavage. 

“Don’t worry, I found someone in college who was hung enough to actually fuck them for real. Thanks for the idea by the way…it seemed weird and creepy coming from you but Brock loves it! He fucks my tits ALLLLLL the time…in fact, he just did it a few minutes ago!”

All the Goddesses laughed…even Mayumi. Jaime knew because her voluptuous tits bounced all around him.

Jaime was only several inches tall now, crowded in the small elevator with 9 full-grown, full-sized women.  It seemed the smaller he got, the more interested all the women became in him and now that he fit comfortably into the Japanese Goddess’s soft hand, 8 sets of hungry, feminine cat eyes scanned him silently.  It was eerie how quiet it became; the tone changed completely, but the elevator was still plummeting down.

“Let me see him.”  Wendy’s breathy voice broke the silence.  

“Why?” Mayumi asked, retrieving Jaime from her cleavage and nudging him to the tip of her open palm.

Wendy unbuttoned her blouse and let both of her enormous breasts explode out of restraint, packed flesh peeking and overflowing through the top of her lace bra.  

“Because I’m his mother, that’s why.” Wendy said, reaching for him. Mayumi slowly complied, extending her hand and Jaime toward Wendy’s chest.

Jaime was now cowering in the Japenese teenager’s palm, directly below one of Wendy’s huge freckled breasts.  Suddenly, Mayumi’s hand jolted forward and up. One of the several women in the cramped elevator bumped against her sending her hand up toward Wendy.  Consequently, Jaime soared up toward his step-mother’s huge tit and he was sandwiched between Mayumi’s palm and the underside of Wendy’s left breast.  Jaime felt the pressure increase as Wendy sighed. He didn’t know if Wendy was leaning down to let the weight of her huge breast fall entirely into Mayumi’s palm or if Mayumi was applying upward pressure, but it felt all the same to Jaime. 

“Nu-uh…you’re his STEP-mother.” Autumn said. “You’re just some lady.  I was his first girlfriend.  Give him here.” Autumn plucked a disoriented Jaime from Mayumi’s palm and plunged him down into her cleavage.

The flesh of Autumn’s tits enveloped him once more, squeezing him tightly and making it hard to breathe. He could hear the muffled thump of her heartbeat; it was much faster now. 

“What, are you gonna keep him in your cleavage while your husband fucks it?” Chelsea snapped. 

Autumn responded by pressing her breasts together even harder, the pressure increasing as Jaime was further crushed between the soft mounds. “Yeah, exactly!”

“Ewww! No, no no!  He’s gonna live in MY cleavage!” Chelsea expertly snatched the little toy of a man out of Autumn’s tits and stuffed him down into her own cleavage. “Mine are bigger and softer anyway.” Chelsea boasting vibrated through her chest and into Jaime’s compressed body.  “He’ll be much happier here.”

“If anyone’s taking the pipsqueak…” Avery interrupted the two feuding Goddesses, roughly snatching Jaime out of the struggling goddess’s hand. “...it's gonna be me.” 

Jaime barely had time to comprehend who was holding him, let alone where she was putting him.  She was whipping him around her waist, and now sliding him down his step-sister’s bare lower back.  “No, Avery!!” Jaime shrieked.

Avery pulled away the back of her bathing suit bottoms. “And he’s living here.” 

The world tilted and rolled as Avery dropped Jaime down her lower back, and he tumbled helplessly through the waistband. He’d nearly been slapped by the elastic as the waistband snapped back in place above him. The soft, firm skin gave way to the soft, pillowy curve of her butt cheeks.

Gravity forced Jaime into the crevice of Avery’s buttcrack.  The soft, warm flesh conformed around him…not quite to the extent of mammary tissue due to the strength of Avery’s glute muscles hiding under all that fat. But they were still incredibly soft.

Some senses, like hearing and sight, were completely useless and his sense of smell, hearing, touch, and even taste amplified.  It was a biological impulse for survival, but it ironically only made his experience worse as the bratty step-sister’s huge ass cheeks jiggled violently with each victorious bounce of her heels. She began pressing her cheeks in on themselves to further compress Jaime, and then she began rhythmically mashing them in and releasing.  But she seemed to be having a little too much fun; Avery made a mistake in prying her cheeks a little bit too far apart.  Consequently, her tiny step-brother was birthed from her crack and tumbled out the leghole of her bikini bottoms, directly into another waiting palm.  

“Nu-uh, Vee-Vee!”

Jaime scrambled madly in Ashley’s hand.  

“He literally sucked on your butt earlier.  It’s time for him to play with mine.” Ashley said as she quickly pushed down her tight bottoms and parted her fat cheeks with one hand. With her other hand, she went to roughly shove the poor, squirming Jaime into her crack before another Goddess could steal him.  But in her excitement to wedge him between her cheeks, her aim was not what it should have been.  Instead, Jaime bounced off her bubbly left ass cheek and slipped down through her bikini bottoms, tumbling out her leg hole.  

He expected to land on the floor of the elevator but instead a fair-skinned palm of a platform rushed in and cushioned his fall.  He’d been caught by Ms. Tierney.  The redhead smiled, her freckles positively glowing on her cute face as she raised him over and around the swelling shelf of a chest.  “You’d be an awfully cute class pet.  There’s room in the corner of the classroom for your cage.  Maybe I could even use you as a little reward for my girls.  You know what the rule would be? At the end of the school year, the girl with the highest score gets to take you home…”

Jaime shivered and Ms. Tierney snickered.  “...for the whole summer.”  

The freckled goddess’s eyes went up as she thought for a moment, and then returned her gaze to a fear-captivated Jaime. 

“Jenna Straton finished with a 4.0 GPA. She’s such a ‘gifted’ girl…in more ways than one, if you know what I mean.” Ms. Tierney said, looking down at her own breasts. “I’m sure she’d LOVE to take you home with her.” 

Jaime watched his college chemistry professor part her full breasts to accept him and before the porcelain-pale flesh surrounded his entire body, he caught a glare in his eye.  

It was the sparkle of Sofia’s Star of David.  She had snatched Jaime out of Ms. Tierney’s young, ample, freckled cleavage just before he’d been swallowed up to his neck.  Clutching him as tight as a fisherman clutching their prize, Sofia began kissing him all over. Jaime raised his hands and pitifully squeaked for protection, fearing that the Jewish goddess’s massive soft lips might part and pull his little body in and gobble him up. The air rushed from her nose as she hummed with each kiss, and the air gusted over his wet body.  At one point when the big, heavy red, sopping wet lips were not pressing into his face, he saw Mayumi.  She was just staring on, watching everything that was happening to him.

Why wasn’t she helping him? 

Sofia gave Jaime one more huge, wet kiss..the suction nearly pulling apart his upper body from his lower body before she stretched her shirt out. 

MUAAAAH!

The smack of those soaking wet lips had Jaime seeing stars, but Sofia only giggled proudly at his dazed state.  She pulled away her top to make sure there was plenty of space to drop him into her rack and then the soaking wet, naked boy tumbled down into the Jewish goddess’s breast cleavage.

Not more than five seconds after the huge white breasts rushed in to surround him, he reunited with bright light and smooth fingers grabbing roughly.

“He’s MINE!” Gloria roared like a possessive lioness as she clutched Jaime tightly against her chubby stomach.

With one swift motion, she unzipped her dirty overalls to just above her belly button and her enormous breasts bounced and sloshed in violent chaos.  Jaime watched in horror and fascination as she palmed her mammoth left tit.  Her long, stiff brown nipple stood erect, nearly as long as Jaime himself and poked through Gloria’s fingers. With more strength than Jaime could have ever mustered at his new size, the heavy tit conformed to the curve of the Latina mechanic’s hand and Gloria lifted the immense weight of mammary fat. 

The sheer scale of her sweaty breast was overwhelming and the arduous task of even scanning the full expanse of swaying flesh was exhausting. In a hurry, she brought Jaime toward the lifted breast where Jaime could have sworn he saw heat waves rising from her sweat-soaked underboob.  “Let’s see you all try and take him from here.”

As she tucked Jaime in under her breast, Jaime found himself enveloped by the earthy, musky scent emanating from her skin. The smell was intense, neither as pungent as Chelsea’s, Avery’s, or Ashley’s odors, nor as comforting as Mayumi’s sweet aroma. It was a primal, dominating scent that made Jaime feel even smaller and even more insignificant–decidedly conquered and defeated.

Gloria released her huge, fleshy tit and as it crashed down, the heavy mass of her mammary sandwiched him between its underside and her sternum. Had her breasts been perkier like Mayumi’s or Chelseas, it might not have been so bad but Gloria was an older woman and gravity had taken its toll on her bulging assets. The pressure was immediate and crushing, forcing the air from his lungs and making it difficult to draw a breath. His screams were muffled into nothingness, the sound disappearing into the dense, warm flesh that surrounded him.

The scent was so much stronger now–when he could steal a breath, that is. The musky aroma mixed with the lingering traces of motor oil from her workday and he couldn’t believe he found himself longing for the simpler times when it was just boob sweat he had to worry about.

On the other side of all that protective, pillowy tit fat, the other Goddesses pawed and grabbed frantically at Gloria’s body, their hands reaching for her massive breasts in an attempt to reclaim their tiny prize. Gloria, however, was undeterred. 

“Give him back, Gloria!” Autumn demanded.

“Oh, honey.  This little titty baby’s mine now…”

With a triumphant smirk, Gloria zipped her overalls all the way up to her neck, the action squeezing her tremendous breasts together and squeezing them tightly against the fabric. 

“...and he is right where he belongs.”

The thick material of her overalls did not yield to the pressure of her tits, so the bulging masses constricted Jaime until he was seeing stars again. The pressure increased tenfold, his tiny form completely engulfed and immobilized by the prodigious mounds of flesh.

“You’re not the boss here, Gloria.”  Ashley said. 

Avery vehemently nodded her head.  “Yeah, she’s right.  I’ll admit it's hilarious that he’s like literally marinating in boob sweat right now, but who died and made you boss?”

There was more bickering, more disagreement.  More fighting, more tugging.  But Jaime was having a harder time picking out what was happening from his position in Gloria’s clothing as the perspiration increased.  He was utterly hidden from the world, completely concealed under the Latina’s humongous, heavy tit. His body was slick with her sweat–a tiny prisoner in a living, breathing cell of flesh.

Jaime's attempts to push away from the smothering flesh were weak and ineffectual. His tiny hands pressed against the unyielding mass of her breast, but it was like trying to move a mountain. The weight and heat were unbearable, sapping his strength and resolve. His mind raced with a mixture of panic and resignation, the reality of his situation sinking in fully…and then it felt as if he was leaving his own body. 

Jaime was having an out of body experience…looking down from above.  But he couldn’t see himself…no, he was buried in Gloria’s bosom.

None of them noticed in their fight for Jaime–least of all Jaime–that the elevator doors had opened and closed.  Mayumi was the only one ignoring Jaime and the bickering Goddesses, giving her full attention to not one, not two, but three newcomers.

The Goddesses noticed Mayumi’s fixation on the newcomers and one by one, they gave up trying to steal Jaime away from Gloria’s oppressive tit, turning to look toward the elevators.

All three women exuded an unmistakable air of intellectual dominance, but none more than the woman in the center.  Large, mesmerizing brown eyes scanned from behind her black thick-framed glasses. Her brunette hair partially obscured the collar of her pristine white lab coat, which juxtaposed provocatively with her slate-gray blouse. The tight fabric strained with every breath she took, emphasizing the fullness of her chest. 

Beside her stood another striking woman, just as short as the first woman but also just as commanding. Her raven-black hair flowed like ink, straight and glossy into a cute bob cut along her pronounced jawline. Her lab coat was just as impeccably white as her colleague’s, but it was open to reveal much more cleavage. Though her breasts were not as large, they were still more than enough for Jaime to get lost in. 

The third woman had a more playful energy and was without a doubt the youngest of the three..perhaps even the youngest in the elevator. Her blonde hair shimmered like spun gold and it was pulled back into a single neat, thick braid that trailed down her back.  She was without a doubt the youngest of the three..perhaps even the youngest in the elevator.  There was an innocence to her…a chipper, upbeat smile painted onto her face.  And yet there was nothing wholesome or family friendly about how her denim jeans clung to her body. Her lab coat was noticeably cheaper–paper thin disposable.  And it was plenty short to show just how snug that denim hugged her enormous ass.

They all looked so familiar…and yet that sensation of familiarity felt manufactured in his mind.  As if they were angels Jaime had seen in an art textbook. The three women exchanged knowing glances, their eyes flicking briefly to the scene unfolding before them. Gloria, still holding Jaime under her breast, looked up, her bravado and confidence faltering slightly under their collective gaze.

The brunette with the thick glasses spoke first, her voice smooth and authoritative. "Seems like everything is going to plan," she remarked, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Autumn, still keeping one eye on Gloria’s heaving chest, paused and spoke to the newcomers. "Who are you?"

The raven-haired beauty stepped forward, her emerald green eyes scanning the group with a clinical detachment. "We're here to observe," she said simply, her tone leaving no room for further questioning.

Brandi, the intern, tilted her head, her braid swaying with the motion. "It looks like you're having fun….but……." she said, a playful–nearly musical lift to her voice. “Which one of you is having the most fun?"

Gloria tightened her grip on her overalls, the defiant glint returning to her eyes. The brunette and the dark-haired doctors picked up on her body language immediately, as well as Chelsea’s eyes fixated on Gloria’s breasts.  They were intelligent women…they found out so quickly where Jaime was.

Without another word, the three women approached Gloria. They moved with such grace that they appeared to float.

“Where is he?” The beautiful brunette asked. 

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