Feeling impatient to return to normal, you insisted, “Come on Patty, just grow me back already!” You couldn’t stand having to practically beg this girl to uphold her end of the bargain, while your body was still laying across the underside of her swaying boob.
Instead of apologizing or making good on her promise, the Pink Princess shrugged, sending a tremor through her chest, “Hmm, maybe after I’m done eating.” As if that was all that needed to be said, the gigantic brat leaned over to rest her bosom on the edge of her vanity table. After flattening you without a second thought, Patty forgot all about your complaints and reached for another fry, accidentally bumping her enormous chest along the way. The Pink Princess eventually noticed what she had done, and realized apathetically that you had been pounded into the table by her wobbling breasts, “Heh, whoops.” Instead of angling herself to prevent the same mistake from happening again, Patty pulled out her cellphone and began to casually flip through texts, inattentively jiggling on top of you the entire time. You let out a grunt as her soft nipple brushed against your erection once or twice, in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Using the last of your energy, you pushed both hands up into Patty’s soft skin, strenuously hoisting her into the air. After considerable effort you were relieved to feel her warm flesh peeling from your face by just a inch. Before you could properly catch your breath, Patty reached for her drink, causing her tit to shake and bounce heavily in your hands while she slurped at her soda. Unable to handle your mistreatment at the hands of his gigantic bratty girl, you lost your temper, “PATTY! Stop eating your damn junk food and get off of me! You promismmff!”
Your tirade was smothered as Patty turned with a distracted “Huh?” while inattentively rolling her heavy breast onto the table. As she came to a stop her nipple slid right into your lap, putting you through another level of torture as your penis was pressed aside by her warm flesh. If Patty noticed what she had done she made no indication, and instead threw another snack into her mouth as her oblivious movements dragged your aching cock across her skin. Hoping for some reprieve, you moved your hands down near your hips and pushed, trying to lift Patty’s skin away from your own or at least stop her from bouncing so damn much.
Unable to comprehend why you had sounded so irritated just a second ago, Patty leaned forward to try and get a look at you, negligently rolling her chest over your stomach, groin, and legs as she went. You had to strain to prevent Patty’s boob from smothering you any more than it already was, while she stupidly settled more weight onto you. Patty only stopped when she caught sight of your hands desperately attempting to prevent her nipple from rubbing across your groin. With a sly smirk Patty moved just a fraction of an inch, and watched her bulging nipple pry your arms aside before squashing softly against the tip of your cock. The Pink Princess let out a giggle as your erection trembled beneath the weight of her jiggling breast, while your legs began to kick in frustration, “Oopsyyy! Did I squish you down there?”
With all of your strength you managed to shove Patty’s monstrous boob into the air, allowing you to tersely scream, “YES, probably because you’ve been eating so much junk food! Now PLEASE get your fat tits OFF of me!”
Patty only snickered at your defiant little remark, “Puh-leeze. All that ‘junk’ food is what keeps my figure so plump and cute.” Watching your arms threatening to buckle beneath the weight of her precariously hovering chest gave Patty an idea. Just to show you what she meant by ‘plump,’ Patty subtly shook her shoulders, forcing you to hold back her tons of quivering flesh from bumping into your crotch. She was rewarded when your grip briefly faltered and the underside of her breast plopped onto your face and mouth, cutting you off right as you began to shout something up at her. Now that you were forced to silently endure her taunts, Patty reached down and flicked the head of your penis so that it sprang forward and bounced off of her awaiting nipple, “If you think about it, the only person who has a problem with my ‘fat tits’ is you, small fry.” The Pink Princess chuckled as you reached a hand out to try and push her finger away, only to immediately lose your hold on her breast, which came crashing down over your whole lower body, “See what I mean?”
Greatly enjoying that you had been pinned to the table by the mere weight of her chest, Patty chided humorously, “In fact, I think the only one who could stand to lose a little weight around here is you, shrinky-dink!” Her mocking laughter intensified as you squirmed beneath her, unable to prevent your body from dwindling to half an inch in height at her command. Apparently thinking that the argument was over now that you couldn’t respond, Patty shifted her attention back to getting dressed. Ignoring your unfortunate position beneath her, Patty reached out for a hair band by leaning across the table, carelessly flattening you against her rolling breasts, only to pause as she reached into a little drawer. Annoyingly, Patty had chosen to halt right as her perky nipple squashed your cock down into the table, leaving you to endure the warmth and softness of her chest as she deliberated. You couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or not, but Patty also bumped her chest with one elbow again, jiggling her nipple directly against your genitals and forcing a grunt from your lips as you struggled not to immediately cream yourself.
By the time Patty had picked out a hair band and sat back so she could tie her pink locks into a pigtail, your tiny body had been left plastered across her large nipple. As you once again jiggled helplessly in the air, Patty spoke up, “Alright small fry…”
Instead of apologizing or making good on her promise, the Pink Princess shrugged, sending a tremor through her chest, “Hmm, maybe after I’m done eating.” As if that was all that needed to be said, the gigantic brat leaned over to rest her bosom on the edge of her vanity table. After flattening you without a second thought, Patty forgot all about your complaints and reached for another fry, accidentally bumping her enormous chest along the way. The Pink Princess eventually noticed what she had done, and realized apathetically that you had been pounded into the table by her wobbling breasts, “Heh, whoops.” Instead of angling herself to prevent the same mistake from happening again, Patty pulled out her cellphone and began to casually flip through texts, inattentively jiggling on top of you the entire time. You let out a grunt as her soft nipple brushed against your erection once or twice, in a way that was impossible to ignore.
Using the last of your energy, you pushed both hands up into Patty’s soft skin, strenuously hoisting her into the air. After considerable effort you were relieved to feel her warm flesh peeling from your face by just a inch. Before you could properly catch your breath, Patty reached for her drink, causing her tit to shake and bounce heavily in your hands while she slurped at her soda. Unable to handle your mistreatment at the hands of his gigantic bratty girl, you lost your temper, “PATTY! Stop eating your damn junk food and get off of me! You promismmff!”
Your tirade was smothered as Patty turned with a distracted “Huh?” while inattentively rolling her heavy breast onto the table. As she came to a stop her nipple slid right into your lap, putting you through another level of torture as your penis was pressed aside by her warm flesh. If Patty noticed what she had done she made no indication, and instead threw another snack into her mouth as her oblivious movements dragged your aching cock across her skin. Hoping for some reprieve, you moved your hands down near your hips and pushed, trying to lift Patty’s skin away from your own or at least stop her from bouncing so damn much.
Unable to comprehend why you had sounded so irritated just a second ago, Patty leaned forward to try and get a look at you, negligently rolling her chest over your stomach, groin, and legs as she went. You had to strain to prevent Patty’s boob from smothering you any more than it already was, while she stupidly settled more weight onto you. Patty only stopped when she caught sight of your hands desperately attempting to prevent her nipple from rubbing across your groin. With a sly smirk Patty moved just a fraction of an inch, and watched her bulging nipple pry your arms aside before squashing softly against the tip of your cock. The Pink Princess let out a giggle as your erection trembled beneath the weight of her jiggling breast, while your legs began to kick in frustration, “Oopsyyy! Did I squish you down there?”
With all of your strength you managed to shove Patty’s monstrous boob into the air, allowing you to tersely scream, “YES, probably because you’ve been eating so much junk food! Now PLEASE get your fat tits OFF of me!”
Patty only snickered at your defiant little remark, “Puh-leeze. All that ‘junk’ food is what keeps my figure so plump and cute.” Watching your arms threatening to buckle beneath the weight of her precariously hovering chest gave Patty an idea. Just to show you what she meant by ‘plump,’ Patty subtly shook her shoulders, forcing you to hold back her tons of quivering flesh from bumping into your crotch. She was rewarded when your grip briefly faltered and the underside of her breast plopped onto your face and mouth, cutting you off right as you began to shout something up at her. Now that you were forced to silently endure her taunts, Patty reached down and flicked the head of your penis so that it sprang forward and bounced off of her awaiting nipple, “If you think about it, the only person who has a problem with my ‘fat tits’ is you, small fry.” The Pink Princess chuckled as you reached a hand out to try and push her finger away, only to immediately lose your hold on her breast, which came crashing down over your whole lower body, “See what I mean?”
Greatly enjoying that you had been pinned to the table by the mere weight of her chest, Patty chided humorously, “In fact, I think the only one who could stand to lose a little weight around here is you, shrinky-dink!” Her mocking laughter intensified as you squirmed beneath her, unable to prevent your body from dwindling to half an inch in height at her command. Apparently thinking that the argument was over now that you couldn’t respond, Patty shifted her attention back to getting dressed. Ignoring your unfortunate position beneath her, Patty reached out for a hair band by leaning across the table, carelessly flattening you against her rolling breasts, only to pause as she reached into a little drawer. Annoyingly, Patty had chosen to halt right as her perky nipple squashed your cock down into the table, leaving you to endure the warmth and softness of her chest as she deliberated. You couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or not, but Patty also bumped her chest with one elbow again, jiggling her nipple directly against your genitals and forcing a grunt from your lips as you struggled not to immediately cream yourself.
By the time Patty had picked out a hair band and sat back so she could tie her pink locks into a pigtail, your tiny body had been left plastered across her large nipple. As you once again jiggled helplessly in the air, Patty spoke up, “Alright small fry…”
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May 31, 2023
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