Melting into Her
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
sinkingsoftly
The heat should have been unbearable. The sun was beating down on you, sealed tightly against the flesh of her nipple, pinned to her areolae. Instead, it was almost pleasant, a relieving warmth. Your head was feeling fuzzy, weak, insubstantial. You had forgotten how you ended up here.
All you knew was that the breast around you was sticky with sweat, glistening enticingly in the heat. From your slight elevation on her nipple you could see her curve down and away from you, the hill of breast flesh you reside on cozier than any bed or other resting spot you had ever occupied. Your member is still squished deep into her mammary, and she seems to be unconsciously clinging to it, because you can’t pull out under your own strength. That, and sweat has gummed you to her body.
Is it sweat? Or… something else? Her secretions are sticky as glue. Your hands and torso and cheek are stuck fast to the pinnacle curve of her breast, and you can’t detach from where you’re conjoined to her. What’s happening to you? Are you becoming so small - so utterly small and weak and pathetic - that her body is dominating yours while she’s asleep?
You try to deny it and pull away. Boob comes with you. It’s still stuck to you. You can hardly move. You can hardly pull away and when you try to your hands and knees sink deeper into her. She’s swallowing you up like a quicksand bog into her plush breast. But how? How can she do this? Is it some kind of natural process that nature unlearned? She certainly seems to be unaware of it, still sleeping peacefully as her body continues to ooze that clear fluid that seems to be attaching you to her. Will it be permanent, if the process completes? Will you become an accessory to this woman? She’s gorgeous. She’s fit. Perhaps it could be nice, trapped in her flesh forever.
No! You need to escape.
You pull again, and finally one of your hands slips free of the gobbling skin and you can place it somewhere else, somewhere dry and unmarred by that odd sweat. You push against her areola, that warm, dark disc of flesh above. Hopefully you can gain leverage there. At first it seems to help. You feel your penis begin to slide out of the tunnel that has formed around it as you were made to hump under her tits. But then you feel warmth on that hand, and see a trickle of creamy milk spilling over it.
Milk… the milk is special too. It begins to jet, and little droplets of her milk land on you. They’re heavy somehow, heavy, gravid, laden with nutrient that you can almost feel in the intense weight of the drops. You fall against her warm boob again. This time you fall flat, and your whole front half sticks at once. Your cock is encouraged back into its spot, and her milk continues to gush, as though her dream has turned erotic and someone is fondling her in it, eking out her sweet milk from those heavy tits. Your mouth waters slightly, and a rivulet of white rolls over your exposed bicep.
You lick it up for sustenance and at once feel yourself diminish in more ways than one. You lose clear sight. Everything that is not her divine body becomes blurry. You lose your keen sense of smell, your nose now only reporting the scent of her perfumes and the reek of the truth. The truth is in her boobs. The truth is, you’re becoming part of her breasts.
The truth is… you’re going to be trapped on her flesh, forever.
All you knew was that the breast around you was sticky with sweat, glistening enticingly in the heat. From your slight elevation on her nipple you could see her curve down and away from you, the hill of breast flesh you reside on cozier than any bed or other resting spot you had ever occupied. Your member is still squished deep into her mammary, and she seems to be unconsciously clinging to it, because you can’t pull out under your own strength. That, and sweat has gummed you to her body.
Is it sweat? Or… something else? Her secretions are sticky as glue. Your hands and torso and cheek are stuck fast to the pinnacle curve of her breast, and you can’t detach from where you’re conjoined to her. What’s happening to you? Are you becoming so small - so utterly small and weak and pathetic - that her body is dominating yours while she’s asleep?
You try to deny it and pull away. Boob comes with you. It’s still stuck to you. You can hardly move. You can hardly pull away and when you try to your hands and knees sink deeper into her. She’s swallowing you up like a quicksand bog into her plush breast. But how? How can she do this? Is it some kind of natural process that nature unlearned? She certainly seems to be unaware of it, still sleeping peacefully as her body continues to ooze that clear fluid that seems to be attaching you to her. Will it be permanent, if the process completes? Will you become an accessory to this woman? She’s gorgeous. She’s fit. Perhaps it could be nice, trapped in her flesh forever.
No! You need to escape.
You pull again, and finally one of your hands slips free of the gobbling skin and you can place it somewhere else, somewhere dry and unmarred by that odd sweat. You push against her areola, that warm, dark disc of flesh above. Hopefully you can gain leverage there. At first it seems to help. You feel your penis begin to slide out of the tunnel that has formed around it as you were made to hump under her tits. But then you feel warmth on that hand, and see a trickle of creamy milk spilling over it.
Milk… the milk is special too. It begins to jet, and little droplets of her milk land on you. They’re heavy somehow, heavy, gravid, laden with nutrient that you can almost feel in the intense weight of the drops. You fall against her warm boob again. This time you fall flat, and your whole front half sticks at once. Your cock is encouraged back into its spot, and her milk continues to gush, as though her dream has turned erotic and someone is fondling her in it, eking out her sweet milk from those heavy tits. Your mouth waters slightly, and a rivulet of white rolls over your exposed bicep.
You lick it up for sustenance and at once feel yourself diminish in more ways than one. You lose clear sight. Everything that is not her divine body becomes blurry. You lose your keen sense of smell, your nose now only reporting the scent of her perfumes and the reek of the truth. The truth is in her boobs. The truth is, you’re becoming part of her breasts.
The truth is… you’re going to be trapped on her flesh, forever.
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May 30, 2025
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