Island-woman it is
Island of Change Collaberotica Version
Chapter 7
Deciding the middle-aged pervert to be a safer choice than the group of drunk co-eds, Camille started paddle towards the overweight woman.
The journey was humiliatingly long and difficult; the woman was leisurely floating away, which was a fair bit faster from Camille perspective, and the gentle waves of the pool made for rough waters for the tiny woman.
Eventually, she managed to reach the woman's arm, running tightly down her side, and vanishing over the woman's thigh between her legs, quivering from the woman's "activity", and partially buried in absolutely massive love-handles.
Too exhausted from the swim over, Camille pulled herself up, struggling through the body-quakes, onto the inside of the woman's elbow.
While finally being able to catch her breath, she looked back to where she was and noticed the group of co-eds had arrived at where Camille's boat was toppled, and she felt a little let down about having talked herself out of an easy solution.
The shaking had stopped, and she heard loud, heavy breathing from her host.
Looking up, she saw two giant, brown, lust-filled eyes looking at her.
Camille couldn't get a read on the woman, obviously because her face was so flush, and being interrupted by the sudden tiny woman had probably thrown her off, at least a little.
Camille decided to ask for help before this got awkward. Or, well, more awkward.
"Hi, I'm Camille!" Camille was half shouting. She wasn't sure how well her voice carried, never having been this small, and she could remember hearing the tiny woman she stepped on talking to her or even scream. "I -er- I need a lift!"
All response she got was a nod and a smile, though she wasn't sure the woman wasn't already smiling before, and the woman's other hand moved over from the mountainous mammaries, fingers extended.
Expecting to be simply lifted up, she instead found the nail of the woman's index finger slide into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and give a "little" tug.
Taking the hint, she had prepared to show herself off a little when she made the choice, Camille leaned back a little, giving the giantess the satisfaction of undressing her.
In the corner of her eyes, she saw the miniature blue bottoms float away in the giant pool.
Despite her mentally preparing, the many nudist in and around the pool, and being too small to just be spotted, she still felt, well, naked.
The giant fingers now wrapped around her, and after a short airlift, she was dropped on the giantess' soft, flabby stomach.
Looking around her, at the other buxom young-woman, Camille really was convinced the woman had a type, which made her a little nervous; even if the woman was nice, swimming up like this might have given the wrong impression...
Trying to sit up, she was immediately pushed down by the woman shoving another one of "her" girls into her face; a freckled redhead, about a head taller than she was, and a little more buxom, who seemed just as surprised as Camille.
Past the ginger curls, she could see the woman's massive hand return to her breast, and resume fondling her nipple.
Shortly after, the shaking and quivering returned, which really was like a blubbery earthquake to the tiny woman on the "island', Camille now included.
Camille was blushing rather heavily, not sure how to react to this, then the woman on top of her pushed down her face and planted her lips on Camille's.
"Just play along." the redhead whispered.
A little put on the spot, Camille mostly just laid there, letting the girl, who wasn't that much more comfortable, fondle and pose on top of her.
The tremors got steadily faster, the giantess' breathing started getting heavier and faster, and she occasionally let out a gasp, moan, or other sound.
"Starting without me?" a voice came out off nowhere, as a shadow fell over Camille and the tiny women.
The "island' shook, and a loud yell of surprise escaped the giantess, as she was suddenly interrupted.
Camille looked up.
Next to their host, there was a massive black woman, about the same age as the asian woman, but about 100 pounds heavier.
The water didn't even reach halfway up the woman's hips, reminding Camille how small she was.
The woman started to move towards them, and bend forward, and one hand reached behind the floating woman's head, her other hand reached down between the latter's thighs, as the new woman leaned forward, smothering many of the tiny women, pressing the redhead firmly into the massive belly below, Camille wedged beneath, and the two giantesses started making out.
Between two masses of flabby flesh with another woman pressed on top of her, Camille could feel the shaking resume, the occasional lifting and moving of the standing woman bringing in the only fresh air for a while.
She heard the moaning return as well, muffled by the fat, and occasionally silence by liplock.
After what was a surprisingly short time, the woman had been busy for a while before, a quick shock went through the flesh below, and a long, satisfied moan sounded from the outside.
Light returned, as the standing woman took a small step back, causing all previously trapped women to take deep breaths of fresh air.
The redhead that had been lying on top of Camille rolled away, probably just as relieved they weren't mashed together anymore as she was.
The asian woman was humming contently, her arms now floating in the water next to her.
The tiny women's world was moved as their "island" was dragged to the edge of the pool.
"Come on." the other woman said, starting to climb out off the pool. "We've got a massage appointment."
"Five more minutes..." the floating giantess answered in blissful reluctance.
The belly was shaken up by a light prodding of a giant foot, the other woman started rooting to a bag that was probably theirs.
"No." she replied a little lighthearted, having procured a clear, plastic box with air holes in the lid from the bag. Camille didn't need to guess where that was for.
"Fine." the floating woman said, as two hands rose up from the water, and started grabbing the tiny women on her person, handing them to the other woman "But tonight better be fun." The other woman responded with just a wink and an air kiss to that.
Scooped up as one of the last, Camille was crammed in with the other women, pressed up against the wall.
The sounds from the outside became muffled as the lid was put on.
The box sitting on the ground as the asian giantess climbed out off pool, casting a massive shadow over the box, making Camille feel small and vulnerable.
After quickly toweling off, the asian woman picked up the box, every little motion a world moving event for the tinies inside, and held it against her body, Camille's already poor view now completely blocked by tan skin.
Looking outside no longer an option,Camille's eyes wandered around the box a little, and met with the eyes of the girl next to her.
It was the redhead that was pushed onto Camille, who was taken by surprise by seeing Camille again, so soon.
"Hi." the redhead decided to break the ice.
"...Hi..." Camille answered hesitantly.
"I'm Donna." the girl was obviously more used to being shrunk and in a box than Camille was, but that didn't make this less awkward.
"I'm Camille." she answered.
"Um... " Donna started, her eyes broke contact for a moment. "So... You new... here?"
A short, awkward silence followed. That wasn't a question Camille expected. "First time in the resort." she answered, only realizing Donna wasn't asking about her vacation while she said it.
Donna was predictably puzzled by Camille's answer, who now felt a little stupid.
"Okay, Camille -" she paused, looking a little -
The journey was humiliatingly long and difficult; the woman was leisurely floating away, which was a fair bit faster from Camille perspective, and the gentle waves of the pool made for rough waters for the tiny woman.
Eventually, she managed to reach the woman's arm, running tightly down her side, and vanishing over the woman's thigh between her legs, quivering from the woman's "activity", and partially buried in absolutely massive love-handles.
Too exhausted from the swim over, Camille pulled herself up, struggling through the body-quakes, onto the inside of the woman's elbow.
While finally being able to catch her breath, she looked back to where she was and noticed the group of co-eds had arrived at where Camille's boat was toppled, and she felt a little let down about having talked herself out of an easy solution.
The shaking had stopped, and she heard loud, heavy breathing from her host.
Looking up, she saw two giant, brown, lust-filled eyes looking at her.
Camille couldn't get a read on the woman, obviously because her face was so flush, and being interrupted by the sudden tiny woman had probably thrown her off, at least a little.
Camille decided to ask for help before this got awkward. Or, well, more awkward.
"Hi, I'm Camille!" Camille was half shouting. She wasn't sure how well her voice carried, never having been this small, and she could remember hearing the tiny woman she stepped on talking to her or even scream. "I -er- I need a lift!"
All response she got was a nod and a smile, though she wasn't sure the woman wasn't already smiling before, and the woman's other hand moved over from the mountainous mammaries, fingers extended.
Expecting to be simply lifted up, she instead found the nail of the woman's index finger slide into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and give a "little" tug.
Taking the hint, she had prepared to show herself off a little when she made the choice, Camille leaned back a little, giving the giantess the satisfaction of undressing her.
In the corner of her eyes, she saw the miniature blue bottoms float away in the giant pool.
Despite her mentally preparing, the many nudist in and around the pool, and being too small to just be spotted, she still felt, well, naked.
The giant fingers now wrapped around her, and after a short airlift, she was dropped on the giantess' soft, flabby stomach.
Looking around her, at the other buxom young-woman, Camille really was convinced the woman had a type, which made her a little nervous; even if the woman was nice, swimming up like this might have given the wrong impression...
Trying to sit up, she was immediately pushed down by the woman shoving another one of "her" girls into her face; a freckled redhead, about a head taller than she was, and a little more buxom, who seemed just as surprised as Camille.
Past the ginger curls, she could see the woman's massive hand return to her breast, and resume fondling her nipple.
Shortly after, the shaking and quivering returned, which really was like a blubbery earthquake to the tiny woman on the "island', Camille now included.
Camille was blushing rather heavily, not sure how to react to this, then the woman on top of her pushed down her face and planted her lips on Camille's.
"Just play along." the redhead whispered.
A little put on the spot, Camille mostly just laid there, letting the girl, who wasn't that much more comfortable, fondle and pose on top of her.
The tremors got steadily faster, the giantess' breathing started getting heavier and faster, and she occasionally let out a gasp, moan, or other sound.
"Starting without me?" a voice came out off nowhere, as a shadow fell over Camille and the tiny women.
The "island' shook, and a loud yell of surprise escaped the giantess, as she was suddenly interrupted.
Camille looked up.
Next to their host, there was a massive black woman, about the same age as the asian woman, but about 100 pounds heavier.
The water didn't even reach halfway up the woman's hips, reminding Camille how small she was.
The woman started to move towards them, and bend forward, and one hand reached behind the floating woman's head, her other hand reached down between the latter's thighs, as the new woman leaned forward, smothering many of the tiny women, pressing the redhead firmly into the massive belly below, Camille wedged beneath, and the two giantesses started making out.
Between two masses of flabby flesh with another woman pressed on top of her, Camille could feel the shaking resume, the occasional lifting and moving of the standing woman bringing in the only fresh air for a while.
She heard the moaning return as well, muffled by the fat, and occasionally silence by liplock.
After what was a surprisingly short time, the woman had been busy for a while before, a quick shock went through the flesh below, and a long, satisfied moan sounded from the outside.
Light returned, as the standing woman took a small step back, causing all previously trapped women to take deep breaths of fresh air.
The redhead that had been lying on top of Camille rolled away, probably just as relieved they weren't mashed together anymore as she was.
The asian woman was humming contently, her arms now floating in the water next to her.
The tiny women's world was moved as their "island" was dragged to the edge of the pool.
"Come on." the other woman said, starting to climb out off the pool. "We've got a massage appointment."
"Five more minutes..." the floating giantess answered in blissful reluctance.
The belly was shaken up by a light prodding of a giant foot, the other woman started rooting to a bag that was probably theirs.
"No." she replied a little lighthearted, having procured a clear, plastic box with air holes in the lid from the bag. Camille didn't need to guess where that was for.
"Fine." the floating woman said, as two hands rose up from the water, and started grabbing the tiny women on her person, handing them to the other woman "But tonight better be fun." The other woman responded with just a wink and an air kiss to that.
Scooped up as one of the last, Camille was crammed in with the other women, pressed up against the wall.
The sounds from the outside became muffled as the lid was put on.
The box sitting on the ground as the asian giantess climbed out off pool, casting a massive shadow over the box, making Camille feel small and vulnerable.
After quickly toweling off, the asian woman picked up the box, every little motion a world moving event for the tinies inside, and held it against her body, Camille's already poor view now completely blocked by tan skin.
Looking outside no longer an option,Camille's eyes wandered around the box a little, and met with the eyes of the girl next to her.
It was the redhead that was pushed onto Camille, who was taken by surprise by seeing Camille again, so soon.
"Hi." the redhead decided to break the ice.
"...Hi..." Camille answered hesitantly.
"I'm Donna." the girl was obviously more used to being shrunk and in a box than Camille was, but that didn't make this less awkward.
"I'm Camille." she answered.
"Um... " Donna started, her eyes broke contact for a moment. "So... You new... here?"
A short, awkward silence followed. That wasn't a question Camille expected. "First time in the resort." she answered, only realizing Donna wasn't asking about her vacation while she said it.
Donna was predictably puzzled by Camille's answer, who now felt a little stupid.
"Okay, Camille -" she paused, looking a little -
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July 28, 2023
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