Sarah's Find - Chapter 41

“We could go back to my place!” Natalie quickly blurted out in answer to her own question. “Like an impromptu Game Night!”

“We always go to your place, Natalie.” Sarah replied.

“I know, but I LOVE having everyone over! We could get some pizza and...”

“I don't want a pizza,” Clarissa replied quietly. She beamed. “We should make some food here! I could make some cookies!”

“That sounds nice.” Sarah said.

“Of course it does!” Natalie agreed. “Who DOESN'T want Claire cookies!?”

Clarissa bashfully smiled, a blush touching her cheeks.

“Well, we could also see what Ariel is up to.” Sarah suggested.

As the girls talked, you sat on Clarissa's chest, simply laying there, basking in the baker's warmth. You glanced down at the light brown teddy bear wrapped in her arms, its head laying against her bosom. They had referred to the bear as 'Mr. Snuggles'. A cute name. The fur looked soft and warm and it made you want to cuddle against the big doll.

Pretty soon, Sarah was busily texting on her phone. You tried to see what was on her screen, but then another large bosom slid into your view. A glance above revealed the beaming face of Natalie Veronica, her dazzling teeth literally sparkling. Every time this gal smiled even a little, it hurt your eyes. It was almost like staring at the sun.

Without warning her hand reached out and plucked you up you up.

“Ah, Natalie!” Claire's voice rang out in surprise.

“I wanna carry him!” The redhead proclaimed.

“But I was going to...”

“You've got Mr. Snuggles! I wanna hold a little cutie too!”

“He's not a toy, Natalie!”

“No, he's a teddy bear!”

“I meant...”

“I know, I know, I'm teasing, Claire! Relax! I've held him before!”

“You also said you sat on him!”

“I'm not going to do that now...” Those vibrant blue eyes stared into you. “Well...unless he WANTS me to, in which case...”

“Why would they want you to do that!?”

Natalie replied with only a soft giggle and a wink. Her lips suddenly panned into your view and you were again pelted with a series of smooches. Once that was done, and you were coated with a fresh layer of spit, you were delicately placed between her cleavage, lying you against her chest. You could hear her heart lub dubbing away deep inside, its continuous labor reverberating through her nicely warm and luxuriously soft skin. The many sweet fragrances that emanated from this young lady filled the air and were quite strong, but they were still pleasing. Her bra (and yes, she was wearing one; you could see the straps under her shirt) held her large bosom together enough for you to be nestled comfortably without sinking deeper and getting smothered.

Or squished.

“See?” The redhead said, her fingers motioning towards you, wafting a cool breeze against your skin. “Look how nice and comfy they are! That's so much nicer than just carrying them around!”

“But...” The baker tried to protest.

“Plus, you can even hug 'em!”

Using her elbows, she pressed her large breasts together, enveloping your in their embrace. Despite their immense size, you weren't squished. Though they pressed, they were too soft to outright crush you.

Or perhaps she wasn't squeezing hard enough...

“Natalie! Stop!” Clarissa cried, her hold on Mr. Snuggles tightening. “You'll hurt them!”

“Clarissa, I'm not going to hurt them.” Natalie replied patiently. “You're so worried for nothing.” She released her breasts. “Look, see? They're still fine! I bet they're like, 'Aw, why'd she stop!'”

Clarissa frowned in a way that suggested she was not convinced.

“Okay!” Sarah's voice rang out. You jumped. You'd almost forgot she was even there. “Ariel says she'll come over!”

“Oh, nice!” Natalie said, pleased.

“Uhm...shouldn't you tell your mom that you're having people over.” Clarissa said, softly.

“Don't worry about it, Claire!” Sarah said, waving one of her hands. “Valerie comes over unannounced all the time. My mom and I will be having dinner or watching a movie or something and the next thing you know Val is there and she's part of it because she HAS to be part of it. At this point, I think my mom has just gotten used to it. With Val it's not like she had any other choice.”

Clarissa began to speak in response but your mind was drifting. Natalie's skin was so warm, soft, and fragrant. It was comfortable; very comfortable. Your nestled your head to one side and stared down the length of her right breasts. A lock of her flaming red hair rested on the surface. Faintly, you could smell the shampoo that she had used. Further, you could see something moving in it. A person. You could barely see them, so there was no way to see if they were a man or a woman or if they had noticed you. What you DID see was that they were tangled; their arms and legs were caught in the threads and they were thrashing wildly to break free.

This scene played out to you for a moment before the redhead's massive fingers reached up and brushed the locks off her breast and they disappeared off to her side. You could only hope, for a brief moment, that they were not hung up by their neck. A part of you felt you should be more horrified by the grim reality of what you had just seen. Just as with Sarah, Natalie seemed to have picked up a fair amount of passengers on her person; trespassers whom she was completely oblivious to. Yet another case of a stranger being sent to some terrible demise while you managed to continue being known and protected. But you were still tired. The escapade in the lethal chamber of the stomach still haunted your thoughts and it made you weary.

You must have passed out, because the next thing that you knew was a lot of movement was shaking the redhead's bosom.

And that was because there was another one rubbing against it, caught in an embrace. You recognized the smell of menthol.

Sure enough, when the two towering bodies separated you beheld the blonde bartender, Ariel. Standing at her side was a new girl, one you didn't recognize. She had dark hair that was either black or very dark brunette and was very messy under her red and white beanie. She wore a black puffer vest, a white t-shirt, a short skirt, leggings, and slip on boots. Her eyes were blue, the vibrancy was tainted slightly by being a little bloodshot. She looked as if she had just woken up, a tired smile on her face.

“So, where are they?” Ariel was asking.

“Oh, down here!” Natalie replied, once more gesturing towards you.

“Oh, nice.” The sleepy girl said, giggling.

“Why do you have them there?” Ariel asked a little sternly. “I think they got enough of that from my sister.”

“Look, I don't know what Valerie did...” The redhead said. “...but I PROMISE I am not doing anything NEARLY as bad as what she would do! And you know that! Besides, just look! Don't they look all nice and comfy? I think they're sleeping...”

“No, they're moving.” The bartender replied, leaning her face in. “Hi there, hope you're...uh, doing alright down there...?”

“Lemme see,” The new girl stepped forward and looked down at you as well. She smiled, amused. “Oh, wow, yeah, I see them! Woah, they're REAL fucking tiny, holy shit. Where'd you find him?”

“Oh, I didn't...” Natalie began.

“I found him.” Sarah cut in. “At the park yesterday.” She neatly omitted the part where she had nearly stepped on you.

“Oh wow,” The girl in the beanie said, a look of deep interest creeping on her face. “Are thereaaaaaaaah...” She stopped and her mouth opened wide as if she was going to try and stuff you inside and eat you whole. Instead, she pulled in a big gulp of air as she yawned, the tendrils of spit dangling in her mouth swaying like wind chimes in a heavy breeze. When she exhaled, some of these tiny flecks broke and sprayed onto Natalie's cleavage and, by extension, you. “Uuuuuhm...are there more?”

“I mean, yeah, probably,” Sarah shrugged. “From what I've heard a big portion of the neighborhood shrunk! You'd probably heard more about it if you weren't napping all day, Mandy!” She threw this last line out with a grin.

The girl named Mandy simply smiled a little and shrugged. “...can I see him?”