[It is Saturday night. Phil, the tiny, is sitting on a table in the living room with his family. His voluptuous mother, Lauren, is lounging on the couch, nursing bottle of wine. Phil's sister, Stacy, is on her phone.]
Stacy: Hey Mom... Remember our little contest?
Lauren: [laughs] Oh, I remember, alright. And I stand by it. No one can resist Momma's best assets for long. [She wiggles her chest side to side.]
Stacy: Oh yeah? We'll have to see about that. My last record was 30 seconds. Think you can beat that Mom?
Lauren: With these girls? Phil doesn't stand a chance.
Phil: Oh, no. Mom, Stacy, please, not again. Can't we just--
Stacy: [cutting him off] Aw, come on, Phil. You know you love it when we play with you.
[Stacy reaches out and plucks Phil from the table, holding him up to eye level and grinning wickedly.]
[Phil squirms in Stacy's grasp, feeling utterly humiliated. His cheeks flush with embarrassment as he struggles to find the words to protest.]
Phil: Come on, guys, this isn't funny anymore. I'm serious--
Stacy: [interrupting] Oh, lighten up, Phil. It's all in good fun.
[Stacy carries Phil over to the couch where Lauren is reclining, and with a mischievous grin, she gently places Phil between their mom's massive breasts. Phil struggles against the soft flesh, feeling the warmth and pressure enveloping him as he sinks into it.]
Phil: No, stop! I don't want--
[But before he can finish his sentence, Lauren rises up, leans forward, and presses her chest together tighter, trapping Phil's body in her bosom. The soft mounds of flesh press against him from all sides, knocking the wind out of him.]
Phil: [gasps]
Lauren: Shh, shh, my little man. Just relax and let Mommy take care of you.
[Stacy starts the timer on her phone and watches with amusement at Phil's fruitless struggles. She leans in closer.]
Stacy: Come on, Phil. You gotta fight it. There's no way mom's fat old boobs are better than mine.
Lauren: Shh, mommy knows best my little Phil. Just relax and let mommy take care of you. You're such a naughty little boy, always resisting mommy's love. But don't worry, mommy knows just what you need.
Phil: [struggling to speak] N-no, I-!
[She uses a single finger to push him deep into her cleavage, and begins to gently knead her breasts, rolling Phil back and forth between them. Phil squirms helplessly, as the sensations start to mount, despite his struggling.]
Lauren: [drunkenly] You feel that, Phil? Mommy's big, soft milky breasts all around you, enveloping you in warmth and comfort. You can't help but feel good, can you? Mommy's boobies are here to make you feel good, darling.
[She pulls apart her breasts just slightly, letting Phil's head pop out.]
Phil: Please, Mom! Stacy! I don't want to-
Lauren: [Sealing her breasts together again] You know, sweetie, Stacy was talking earlier about how quickly she could make you cum. But mommy knows she can do better. Mommy knows just how to push all your buttons, how to make you feel so good that you can't help but explode.
[Phil's protests grow weaker as he is carried away by the overwhelming smothering and squishing.]
Lauren: That's it, darling. Just let go and lose yourself in mommy's big breasts. You're such a good boy for mommy, aren't you? Such a good, obedient little man.
[With one final, firm squeeze, Phil reaches his limit, unable to hold back any longer. His tiny body shudders with release as he gives in completely, a tiny bit of cum spurting out of Lauren's cleavage. Lauren giggles at the sight of her prize.]
Lauren: [smiling sweetly] Looks like Mommy's breasts win... Again.
Stacy: [pouting] Ugh, 28 seconds? Really Phil? You couldn't hold out just a little longer?
[Stacy stomps away, annoyed. Lauren giggles as she takes another swig of wine, tracing a finger through the small splatter of cum on her breast. She reclines back into the couch, closes her eyes, and sighs, leaving Phil still trapped in the depths of her cleavage. ]