The difference was the way you were woken. No longer were you snuggled tightly in between the breasts of the giantess. Instead, you could feel yourself being barely held in position as they drooped down beside you. Thankfully, they were large enough to still pin you in place, but you could feel gravity trying to pull you downwards.
But another layer had been added to your prison. An enormous sheath of bright orange fabric had been stretched over the giantess's breasts, covering them from prying eyes. A dress, or a bra perhaps. No matter what it was, it completely sealed you into her cleavage, the only way out being above you. You'd have to climb her breasts for a chance to escape.
Just as you started to try though, everything bounced. The mountainous mounds beside you jumped upward, pulling you with them... and slammed down all the more forcefully, pushing you deeper into the giantess's cleavage. Before you can brace yourself, it happens again. And again. And again...
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that she's walking, completely unaware of her little free rider. But for you, her simple stroll quickly becomes a battle to not fall underneath her breasts. You were sure you wouldn't last long if all that weight was resting on top of you.
So you needed a plan, and quick: somehow, you needed to escape her cleavage or risk being smooshed underneath...
You could try to make her notice you, finally. Maybe she would be angry finding you here, but that didn't matter if it meant that you would otherwise be crushed. Her breasts might be sensitive enough that struggling around could make her feel you.
On the other hand, you could try to just get somewhere safer. Even though it was hard, climbing up was a possibility. If you managed to get on top of her breasts, you could surely take a breather.
Or run the risk of falling off her completely. And wouldn't that be a ridiculous end for your journey. Falling out of a giantess's cleavage and to your death...
But maybe you could just tough it out? At some point she would probably sit down again, or at least stop walking. Maybe then you could find a way out of here.
But another layer had been added to your prison. An enormous sheath of bright orange fabric had been stretched over the giantess's breasts, covering them from prying eyes. A dress, or a bra perhaps. No matter what it was, it completely sealed you into her cleavage, the only way out being above you. You'd have to climb her breasts for a chance to escape.
Just as you started to try though, everything bounced. The mountainous mounds beside you jumped upward, pulling you with them... and slammed down all the more forcefully, pushing you deeper into the giantess's cleavage. Before you can brace yourself, it happens again. And again. And again...
It doesn't take a genius to figure out that she's walking, completely unaware of her little free rider. But for you, her simple stroll quickly becomes a battle to not fall underneath her breasts. You were sure you wouldn't last long if all that weight was resting on top of you.
So you needed a plan, and quick: somehow, you needed to escape her cleavage or risk being smooshed underneath...
You could try to make her notice you, finally. Maybe she would be angry finding you here, but that didn't matter if it meant that you would otherwise be crushed. Her breasts might be sensitive enough that struggling around could make her feel you.
On the other hand, you could try to just get somewhere safer. Even though it was hard, climbing up was a possibility. If you managed to get on top of her breasts, you could surely take a breather.
Or run the risk of falling off her completely. And wouldn't that be a ridiculous end for your journey. Falling out of a giantess's cleavage and to your death...
But maybe you could just tough it out? At some point she would probably sit down again, or at least stop walking. Maybe then you could find a way out of here.
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June 2, 2023
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