Movie Night (6)

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6: Lost and… Found

The moment Amy and Chloe reached the kitchen and got into the popcorn stockpile, their conversation transitioned to banter filled snacking. The two friends had much to chat about, but it wasn’t long before Amy’s impulsivity and Chloe’s ego had gotten them locked in a vicious competition to see which of them could arc more popcorn into her own mouth than the other.

With impressive focus, Chloe catapulted kernel after kernel high into the air, catching each and every one on her extended tongue with a flamboyant grace that had long ago given way to plain arrogance. A million-dollar popcorn-launching super machine would not have been more accurate. The floor around her feet was spotless, devoid of a single crumb that had escaped her smirking maw.

Meanwhile, a veritable feast had been trampled all across Amy’s side of the kitchen floor. The giggling redhead was attempting to make up for her lack of skill with pure bouncy enthusiasm, and chanted “One more try! One more try!” even as another poorly aimed throw missed her chin and ricocheted off her chest.

This had been the general pattern for the past twenty minutes.

Chloe observed dryly, “It’s a good thing this isn’t how we have to eat all our food or I think you’d have starved to death by now.”

Amy smiled, undaunted, “Yeah yeah. What’s the score anyway? We’re nearly tied, right?”

“Not even close. You’re a million behind, at least.”

Amy poured a handful of popcorn into her open mouth, “Therff! How abou thaff? Thith I win?”

Both girls giggled, before Chloe fetched a piece of popcorn and declared presumptuously, “Alright, one last trick shot. This one’s for all the beans. Or corns, or whatever.” With a smirk, she launched her last kernel across the room, casually bouncing it off Amy’s chin and landing it neatly between the narrow dip of cleavage that had forced its way out of the redhead’s tightly packed top. “Boom. I’d say that nicely cements my claim to victory, wouldn’t you?”

“No fair!” After gulping down her mouthful, Amy clumsily fished the kernel from between her gargantuan breasts and yanked the zipper up, stubbornly attempting to lessen the amount of visible cleavage so Chloe would have less to aim for. Once she’d forced as much of her chest back into the confines of her stretchy top as possible, she huffed, “It shouldn’t count as a trickshot when the target’s so friggin’ big… If anything, that's a handicap.”

“Excuses excuses. Maybe you should’ve considered that before challenging the reigning champion to a popcorn throwing contest!” Chloe demonstrated by flicking another piece straight up, then leaning back with her eyes closed and letting it land right on her outstretched tongue. She bent forward and wiggled it back and forth for Amy to see.

Amy, having long ago grown tired of Chloe’s smugness, let out a groan. “Whatever, showoff. You win, just put your tongue back in your mouth.”

Chloe’ lapped up the kernel and, somehow, managed to chew in a smug fashion, “Best two out of three?”

“No way, you’re too good at this. Probably because you spend so much time, like, flicking tiny people into other women’s cleavage, I bet.”

Chloe made no attempt to deny the assertion, “Practice makes perfect, you know.”

“Besides, we need to save some popcorn for the movie!” Amy looked into her bag with a frown, “But I already ate all mine… Do you have more?”

Chloe tossed an uncooked bag of corn kernels into the microwave and hit a few buttons, “Here. Just make sure it doesn’t explode and burn the house down or something, and meet me in the living room when it’s done. I’ll grab the drinks and get the movie going.”

Amy smiled and bounced towards the microwave, “Yay, thanks!”

Chloe was almost out of the room, sodas in hand, when she called over her shoulder, “Oh, and ask John if he wants anything, too. He’s probably reeeaal thirsty by now, heh.”

Amy’s curly red hair almost fluttered from the passing of Chloe’s lewd implication soared cleanly over her head. “Why would he be thirsty???”

Chloe smirked privately, “Nevermind. Just grab him so we can start the movie.”

“Umm, right, yeah… Where is he, again?”

“Probably wherever you left him?” Chloe softly chuckled to herself as she sauntered off, “ If you can’t find him, just look down.”

Amy frowned. It had been a long time since she’d last seen Chloe’s cute little friend, but what the heck was that suggestion supposed to mean? If she “looked down” all she could see was her great big…

Oh. Right.

Relieved (and pleased that she’d avoided any embarrassing incidents), Amy leaned back against the countertop and thrust her chest out so she could more easily direct her sing-song voice between her breasts, “Hey John, Chloe’s about to start the movie. Do you want me to get you anything to drink first? If you want some of my popcorn, I’ll totally share! Will you eat any more than a single piece, you think? That’s like a whole feast for you, right???”

It took a few seconds of silence for Amy to wonder why John wasn’t responding, “Uh, are you still hanging on to my necklace from when I dropped you in earlier? Hold on, lemme just pull you outta there…”

After double-checking to make sure Chloe wasn’t watching, Amy unzipped her top partway (causing an obscene amount of cleavage to instantaneously spill forth) and gave the thin golden chains that ran down into the sweaty depths a gentle tug. After its prolonged stay in jiggly darkness, the thumbnail-sized, flower-shaped pendant popped free.

But as she held the feminine piece of jewelry up to her face and saw that its sparkly surface was devoid of the tiny man she’d expected to find, Amy’s expectant glee turned to bafflement. She turned it around, then again, and a third time, just to be absolutely sure she wasn’t overlooking him. Why was it always so easy to lose the little guys??? “Okay,” Amy mumbled, “I swear I last saw you, like, right here. Where did you…?”

The curvy redhead’s gaze drifted slowly downward and onto her deep valley of pale cleavage. There might have been something stuck between her breasts, but until now she’d assumed it was just a popcorn crumb from earlier and happily pushed the concern from her mind, assuming she could just fish it out later. But now that she stopped to think about it, it wasn’t hard to imagine where John might have disappeared to… It certainly wouldn’t be the first time she’d lost some hapless tiny person down her top and forgotten all about them! She’d really have to start being more careful, one of these days.

But Amy was proactive if nothing else, and she sprang into action by using both hands to spread her cleavage as far as she could. Once she’d created a fleshy gap she called out to her missing friend as if she were shouting into a collapsed mineshaft in search of survivors, “Um, earth to cutie? Come in cutie, are you still down there? Hellooo???”

She waited, hoping her tiny friend might give some helpful indication of his true whereabouts.

After a moment of inactivity, just when Amy was about to abort her search and zip her top closed to check somewhere else, a tiny hand pushed its way free from the deepest recess of her cleavage where either breast made contact against the other.

“Oh hey!” Amy chuckled as the little hand signaled desperately for assistance, “You’re, like, way down in there!”

With a little more effort, Amy dug further into her cleavage and pried her massive breasts apart until she’d exposed the tiny little man that had been trapped between them all this time.

…

The past twenty minutes had been nothing but carefree fun for the pair of young women.

For John, it had been an eternity of spirit-depleting, ball-emptying adversity.

At some point during the girl’s chattering the combined effect of Amy’s saliva and constant movement had caused John’s body to work free from her necklace. At first he’d hoped he might slide out the bottom of her skimpy top and fall to the floor, where he’d happily have faced the very real danger of being trampled in exchange for the chance at freedom. Unfortunately, the moment he came loose, Amy had “felt an itch” and unwittingly squashed him in place when she tried to adjust her top.

After that, John’s only hope was that his new position wouldn’t become permanent. But try as he might, he’d succumbed to exhaustion against Amy’s ever-jiggling flesh, and eventually lost all ability to move except whenever he was bounced or shaken in a particular direction. John soured when he realized this was the second time today he’d fallen victim to the literal boobytrap that was Amy’s soft, inescapable cleavage.

Fate, it seemed, was working very much against him today.

And why wasn’t Amy being more careful with her movements? She knew he was still in there, right??? Every single thing she did seemed to result in her chest heaving one way or another, and bringing tiny John with it. The bubbly young woman was constantly bouncing in place, hopping up to reach something, knocking her chest against some object, or making some jiggly hand gesture… And John took the full brunt of every incidental little bounce. As the enormous airhead’s enormous chest pressed and jiggled against him from every conceivable angle, subjecting every inch of his body to the softest massage imaginable, he’d been wracked by orgasm after mind-numbing orgasm.

The narrow space between Amy’s breasts had become a hot, sticky crevice that served as both the horny little man’s prison, as well as a testament to his inescapable lust for the humongous redhead, even as he prayed for a merciful end to the perpetual jiggling.

And while he bounced around, John could only ponder the question of when one of the girls would finally remember him… After they got through the movie? After Amy left and got home? Tomorrow morning when Amy went to the shower???

John hated to admit it but when he heard Chloe mention his name, he’d never felt more grateful. Her sarcastic remark may have been the only thing that saved him from becoming a near-permanent addition to her ditzy friend’s boob fat.

So when Amy finally called out to him from above, like an angel’s voice offering salvation, John reached for that voice with all of his strength, forcing his only mobile limb up between the masses of boob on either side of him until he could frantically wave for attention. And as the walls of flesh around him parted and a tiny sliver of light broke over him, John’s sense of relief was almost powerful enough to overshadow his immense embarrassment.

Almost.

…

Amy beamed down between her parted breasts as if she’d unearthed priceless buried treasure, “There you are! You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to find you! How come you didn’t hold on to my necklace when I pulled it out?”

The reason became obvious once she got a closer look at John’s condition… Twenty minutes of constant pressure had reduced the little man to little more than a flesh-colored ‘sticker’ against the sweaty inner surface of her enormous boob. Even now that she’d relieved most of that pressure, he still didn’t separate from her, leaving him stuck facing her smooth skin. When he tried to reply all that came out was a pitiful murmur.

Amy surveyed the sorry state her friend was in, “Holy smokes, I can’t believe how flat you are. Can you even move down there? Like, at all???” She bounced lightly on her feet, and John spent the next several seconds wobbling powerlessly against her fleshy body. Amy winced at the steady trickle of cum leaking down her skin from between his legs, “Yikes… Good thing Chloe isn’t here to see this or you’d be mega screwed. Maybe we should’ve, like, pulled you out of there a little earlier, huh?”

John (who’d disapproved of this plan right from the start) twitched and made an irritated sound that Amy mistook for him telling her not to blame herself for this obviously unavoidable situation.

“You’re right, these things happen. It’s nobody’s fault.” Amy paused to think, “Actually, you’re kinda cute like that. And it’s soft, right? Do you want to stay there a little longer?” She shook her chest lightly, and smiled when something between John’s legs poked against her. “It sure feels like you do!”

John’s second muffled groan of disapproval was, thankfully, interpreted correctly.

“Oh, true, you probably wouldn’t be able to see the movie. Not to worry,” Amy boasted as she began to poke and scrape at him with her fingernail, “I’ll have you free in no time! I’ve got, like, tons of practice with this kinda thing.” Amy didn’t mean to brag, but she’d probably saved more tinies than almost anyone else! Granted, most of them (if not all) had been crushed by her in the first place… And many had proven so difficult for her to rescue that she’d had no choice but to give up and leave them no better than when she’d found them… But still, it was times like this that her wealth of experience came in handy!

It only took one finger and a few seconds of work for the humongous girl to accomplish what the tiny man had failed to do with all of his strength in twenty minutes. One limb at a time, John was picked loose, and he took a grateful gulp of fresh air the moment his head came free.

“Gah! Oh my god, I can finally breathe…”

After filling his lungs, John looked tiredly upwards and caught Amy grinning unapologetically down at him. “Hey again!” the huge girl giggled. “Having fun?”

John wanted to scream HELL NO, but every single part of his overstimulated body was still moaning GOD YES. He settled for a sarcastic groan, “Oh yeah, tons. A real 5-star experience. My favorite part was almost suffocating to death three times in a row.”

Amy chuckled, “I know, I’m sorry! But on the bright side, at least Chloe didn’t see how much you came all over me!”

“Say that a little louder next time, I don’t think the neighbors heard you.”

Amy brought her voice down to a giggly whisper, “Sorry sorry. I’m just saying… You still have a chance at beating her! And my cleavage is always available, anytime you need.”

“Er, you mean if I need a place to hide from Chloe, right?”

“Totally. Or, y’know, whatever reason!” Amy winked, and John turned redder than he thought possible. The huge girl continued casually, “Though I guess now we know that your clothing isn’t exactly boob proof… Ah well.” Amy shrugged as if that last issue were barely even worth mentioning.

Lord help him. Chloe’s words “She must like you an awful lot!” echoed through John’s mind as Amy’s flirtatious smile bore down on him from above, and he hurried to change the topic before the temptation to reciprocate worsened any further, “I’ll keep that in mind. Speaking of clothes, though… Do you think you could stop by my place and grab me some pants before—”

Ding!

Amy jumped, “Ooh, the popcorn’s done, hold that thought!”

As the only person capable of rescuing John distractedly reached for the microwave, the little man had one despondent half-second to panic before the monumental masses of flesh surrounding him came smashing back together around him. “AMY—!”

But the giant girl’s attention had been captured by the bag of fresh snack food, and John had already vanished from sight when she gave its steamy contents an appreciative sniff, “Mmm, this stuff is delicious! You have to try some, John. John? Oh shoot… Hang on.”

There was a muffled crunching noise as Amy enjoyed a mouthful of fresh popcorn before turning her attention towards John’s evidently less time-sensitive situation.

Reserving one hand for the all-important task of holding the popcorn, Amy dedicated a mere finger to the task of plunging down into her cleavage in search of her tiny friend. Unfortunately, being unable to see what she was doing proved disastrous—for John, anyway. He was smooshed a few times before Amy finally found him, and then he was smooshed again when she chose to “rescue” him by pinning his naked body against her skin so she could slide him upwards.

John had been dragged nearly to the surface when Amy was struck by a moment of clarity, and paused, “Oh I just realized. If you’re still trying to win Chloe’s wager, it’s probably not good for me to be, like, rubbing you all over my boob right now, huh?”

That was true enough; John’s crotch had been grinding against her the entire way, but he’d assumed she didn’t realize. His confusion worsened when Amy withdrew her finger and left him pinned a mere inch from where her cleavage ended. What was she doing!?

Amy shared her new plan with pride, “Since I think you’re sorta close to the center of my cleavage anyway,” John wasn’t, “I’m gonna try pushing you out the other side of my top… Like, out the bottom. That’ll be way easier for me, and also less, I dunno, distracting or whatever for you, right? That way you aren’t getting all squished back and forth so much!”

What!? No! Bad plan, bad plan!

But the muffled criticisms didn’t faze Amy, who eagerly put her finger over the little man’s head… And pushed.

Just when he thought he’d be done with this jiggly torture, John was forced to endure the humiliating process of being stuffed all the way back through the entire length of Amy’s excruciatingly confined cleavage—one soft, squishy inch after another.

Then his torso was pushed free from Amy’s “under-cleavage.” He had a moment of relief before his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, and he realized he was now dangling upside-down in the shadowed alcove beneath Amy’s breasts, like a tiny naked bat. The only thing between him and a perilous drop to the hardwood floor below was her soft midriff, frilly skirt, and ginormous legs. All while his lower body continued to experience every wobbly movement she made.

John’s already dizzying perspective shifted as Amy checked the floor around her feet, “Did it work? Are you out???”

John tried not to let the fact that Amy’s inattentiveness was 99% responsible for his awkward situation irritate him too much, “That depends on your definition of ‘out.’ I’d say it’s half and half.”

“Half and half of what? Like the milk that goes in coffee?”

“Nevermind… I’m still stuck under your chest. Can you—

Amy spun around again, jostling John beneath her, “Wait, what are you under?”

“Your chest!”

Amy sounded puzzled, “Really? Are you stuck to me or something?”

“No, I’m levitating.”

Amy paused to consider the aerodynamics of that until John shouted, “YES my legs are stuck and I can’t move!”

“Really? Still???”

An enormous fingertip swung past John’s head and made an ominously deep indentation in the soft round mass beside him as Amy blindly felt around for his location. John gulped at just how close the humongous ditz had come to shoving him right back into the sweaty cleavage hellscape that he had only just emerged from.

“Listen to me Amy! I’m right by your finger, so do not move, okay!? I’m going to wriggle out of here.” John braced his arms against Amy and began to push, but his hands only sank ineffectively into her marshmallowy skin. He wasn’t going anywhere. He just needed to find a way to get free before Amy did something stupid.

John gently bounced as Amy asked, “What’s happening?”

“I can’t get my legs out.”

“Ooh, I bet I can!” Amy reached blindly towards her tiny friend’s voice, eager to help.

John screamed as a tree-sized digit barrelled towards him—then Amy’s finger forced his face up into the soft underside of boob. So much for stopping her from doing something stupid...

Unaware of what she’d just done, Amy frowned at the unexpected silence and at the faint buzzing sensation of John screaming as he was crushed against her plump body, “Uh oh… Did I squish you again?”

Amy prodded her finger upward, crushing John several more times before she admitted, “Whoops, uh, okay, I can fix this. Hold still.”

John was allowed to peel from Amy’s underboob just long enough to watch a gigantic thumb and forefinger closed in on him from either side. John frantically tried to deter Amy from ‘helping’ any more, “Wait, wait! DON’T–”

squelch!

Oblivious to John’s frantic warnings, Amy’s fingertips snapped firmly together, crushing his whole torso before plucking him from between her breasts as easily as she’d retrieved the kernel of popcorn from her cleavage earlier.

The humongous girl concluded her ‘rescue mission’ by bringing John up and dangling his naked lower half right in front of her face while she congratulated herself, “There, see? That wasn’t so hard!”

There was a silent pause as John tried and failed to pry her finger away, but he may as well have been an ant trying to win a thumb war.

Meanwhile, Amy had already become distracted by what was jutting from between the little man’s legs, “Oof, speaking of hard… You doin’ okay down there, cutie?”

Had her shrunken friend simply asked, Amy might’ve toned down the intensity of her flirting. But with his whole torso pinched helplessly between her fingers, there was nothing stopping the huge redhead from satisfying her own curiosity by raising a finger and giving his stiff erection an investigative nudge. There wasn’t anything stopping her from giving it another nudge, this one just for the fun of it, either!

John’s leg muscles tensed in automatic response to the stimuli, but Amy mistook that—along with his ongoing silence—for implicit approval of her actions. As far as she could tell, he wanted her to go even further—if the stiffness in his muscles (and other areas) was anything to go by, anyway. Much as she would have enjoyed doing so, Amy thought that imprudent, and voiced her concern with calm cheer, “Look, I know you’re having fun, but we should probably stay focused so Chloe doesn’t catch us… She’s in the other room, and we both know how she gets when it comes to any kind of competition. At least one of us has to be responsible tonight!”

John couldn’t agree more. The giant girl’s words of level-headed encouragement might have meant more to the tiny man were she not still idly toying with his naked body even as she spoke about “responsibility” and “staying focused.” As soon as he managed to get his thoughts in order for even a millisecond, her wandering finger would touch some sensitive area and scramble his brain all over again. It was like she was trying to make him fail.

But Amy didn’t realize the damage she was doing, and each time John squirmed at her touch she only saw it as a lack of resolve on his part. Further evidence that he needed her help making it through the night without further incident. Fortunately for him, Amy was determined to help her inch-high friend stay on the right path, whatever it took!

After all, what were friends for?

First, Amy decided to give John a quick pep talk. “But not to worry! With me on your side, the wager’s as good as won. All you have to do, cute stuff,” Amy poked John to get his attention, unwittingly landing her finger right between his trembling legs, “Is avoid any more lewd thoughts, and junk. That can’t be too hard, right???”

Having finished motivational speech, Amy gave her little friend a reassuring squeeze—failing to notice as she crushed his aching genitals under her fingertip. There was a faint scream of pure frustration under Amy’s thumb, which the big girl happily interpreted for words of heartfelt gratitude, “Heehee, you’re welcome!”

…

For all her sanctimonious talk of “helping,” Amy’s impulsive antics and bouncy personality—not to mention her even bouncier assets—were making John’s life a billion times harder than it needed to be.

John had mustered every ounce of resolve he had in preparation for meeting Chloe’s buxom friend, but in the end it had only taken a bit of incidental jiggling and off-hand flirting for the gigantic tease to reduce him into a quivering, sweating heap of a man. One world-shattering orgasm after another had left his muscles trembling like he’d just run a marathon, and his nerves shot from constant overstimulation. He could barely move or even think, and yet the giant airhead who was responsible didn’t even pause to acknowledge the sexually exhausted stupor she’d left him in—almost entirely by accident, no less!

Worst of all, John’s nigh-Herculean attempts to preserve even just a shred of his dignity had been inadvertently bulldozed with so little thought or effort by the impulsive girl that she had somehow convinced herself that he was the irresponsible one! And now she was even making jokes about his resolve!?

In Amy’s hands, John was helpless as putty.

Case in point, Amy had nearly tipped him over the edge all over again when she finally noticed his flailing arms and realized that she had accidentally crushed his torso under her thumb. “Oops! Did I squish you a little?” Amy lifted her thumb to let her little friend breathe again and peered curiously down at him.

John lay flat on Amy’s finger and gulped air, “Gah. I don’t know if I still fit the definition of a ‘little’ squished, Amy… I feel like I got on the wrong end of a bulldozer.”

The enormous girl emitted a sheepish but apologetic giggle, “I know, I know, it was an accident! You’re just so small, and I couldn’t see what I was doing… I’m sorry!”

To prove her sincerity, Amy held John closer and gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

John groaned, his annoyance at being treated like a toy melting near instantly under Amy’s blushing gaze. For all her faults, Amy really was doing her best to help him… Which was a lot more than he could say about most girls. Even Chloe, one of his closest friends, did practically everything in her power to annoy him day in and day out. As far as John knew, Amy didn’t have a single malicious bone in her whole curvaceous body.

And could John really blame a girl for trying?

John let out a long, relenting sigh pass through his nose, “It’s alright, Amy. Really. If anything, I owe you for freeing me. And for keeping me hidden from Chloe. If you hadn’t covered for me back there I’d probably be toast, so I… I guess I appreciate whatever help I can get.”

While Amy beamed like the sun itself at the praise, John prayed he hadn’t made a fatal error by giving the biggest klutz in existence permission to interfere in his business even more than she already was. He added, “Just try to be a little more careful when handling me in the future, if you please?”

Amy nodded, happy to promise anything if it would cheer up her littlest friend, “Sure thing! Are you gonna be okay in the meantime, though? You still look a little, uh, squished…”

John did his best to downplay the indescribable exhaustion and soreness he felt throughout his body, “I’ll bounce back in no time. Us tinies may be small but at least we’re durable.”

Amy seemed curious, “Yeah?”

John put on a reassuring smile, “Trust me. I’ve been through worse. Besides, it’s like Chloe said; I’m basically unsquishable, remember?”

Amy snickered, “I dunno, the last thirty minutes might’ve debunked that myth for good.”

The pleasant banter was interrupted by Chloe’s impatient voice coming down the hall, “Hey! What is taking so long? Are you two cooking a three course meal in there or what? I wanna watch the movie, just grab your stupid popcorn and come on already!!!”

Amy blushed, “Uh, be right there!!!”

Then she turned back to John and whispered, “Crap. We should probably get going before she gets any more suspicious.”

John took a breath, mentally preparing himself for reuniting with his smug and overly competitive roommate. Chloe may have been small and whiny, but she was observant. Nothing got past her. The little snoop would catch on for sure if John and Amy didn’t hide all the evidence that they’d been fooling around behind her back.

John looked up at Amy, “Hold on, before we go back in there, I need one last favor…”

She smiled, “Anything!”

John breathed a sigh of relief; it was nice having someone on his side, for a change. “Thank you. I think it’s best we don’t mention any of… all this… to Chloe.”

Amy snickered but nodded, “Right. It’ll be our little secret.”

“Also, she’ll probably suspect something if I show up naked…”

“Good point. You are in the buff down there, and Chloe couldn’t possibly miss, heh, that.”

John blushed as Amy flicked her gaze towards his crotch, but he pressed on, “So, er, if it’s not too much trouble, I was thinking you could make a stop by my place to grab me an extra set of clothes?”

“But won’t Chloe be suspicious when you show up in a different outfit?”

“Well yeah, but unless you wanna spend ten minutes fishing the scraps of my shirt and pants out of your cleavage, I don’t think there’s a better option.”

Amy looked down and gave her chest a thoughtful squeeze as she pondered the difficulties of digging around in there, “Hmmm… Ooh, I have a great idea!”

Before John could even ask what it was, Amy had happily stuffed him into one of her jacket’s chest pockets. Then her hand retreated, leaving him stuck firmly between two layers of skintight fabric against the front of one enormous, round boob.

In John’s opinion, Amy’s idea fell just a wee bit short of the promised greatness.

It didn’t help that she’d forgotten to face him outwards, so now he was just pushed up against a gigantic bulge on the other side of the cloth, which he was quickly coming to realize was her semi-hard nipple. He couldn’t even separate himself from the fleshy mass, since the constrictive jacket had trapped him up against her.

But the huge redhead was delighted with the results, and smiled at the outline of the tiny man upon her chest, “There! Now Chloe won’t even notice that you lost all your clothes! Pretty clever, right?”

John tried to suggest a different plan—preferably one that didn’t involve sticking him somewhere cramped and jiggly, for once. But Amy was too busy tossing fresh popcorn into her mouth to notice his muffled protests, “Just let me know if you can’t see the movie from in there, kay? I wouldn’t want you to miss it!”

Right, like that was John’s top concern. With his face half-pressed against Amy’s nipple from inside the pocket, he could only see out of one eye, through the semi-transparent wall of cloth at his back. It was a small step up from the pitch black cleavage-prison from earlier, but he really would have liked some pants. If only to shield his crotch from the constant vibrations that traveled through Amy’s big chest every time she moved, talked, or breathed. Ignoring the pressure against his groin was going to be impossible.

“Plus,” Amy continued quite cheerfully, “This’ll give you some time to relax after all the, uh, excitement! By the time you come out, you’ll be fresh and focused!”

John did not share Amy’s optimism, considering she’d just stuck him against the single bounciest part of her body. The moment she snatched up her popcorn bag and headed for the TV room, her chest was thrown into chaotic motion, and the little man along with it. As several tons of warm flesh smashed his naked body back against a wall of fabric, John felt very much the opposite of relaxed. “Amy, wait a second! I need you to grab me some—”

*squish, squish!*

Amy bounced onward, cheerfully unaware of her tiny friend’s attempts to get her attention.

John wondered how hard Chloe would laugh when she found him. Maybe fate would be kind and once the girls all sat down and started the movie, then he’d get a break from the two of them?

Maybe.

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