Sarah's Find - Chapter 7

By the time you finally manage to stand, her eyes pans out of sight. And as quickly as you got up you are falling back down as the “floor” beneath you not only quakes but seems to come alive. You land, painfully, on your side and start sliding into one of the massive slots for the keys. Fruitlessly, you attempt to grab onto something but the only thing around you are crumbs that clatter around (again, like rubble). Then, your whole world literally turns upside down.

Suddenly you are falling. Your flailing hands manage to grab the edge of one of the upside down keys. Dust particles, the size of large dandelion flowers, float around you and the sound of an avalanche roars as crumbs fall out from the key board. You glance down and see that you hanging above what looks to a drop of thousands of feet. The sensation is strange; the surface of her desk seems so familiar, so commonplace, and yet now feels as if you're somehow viewing it from a plane. Like wise, she stands next to it, resembling more a massive skyscraper than a human being. You see her from the shoulders down, her arms up as she holds your entire world.

Her biceps flex as she begins to shake the keyboard. Your grip cannot even begin to compete with her strength and you are soon falling again, spinning in the air like a toy glider that lost its wing. Your body hits with a thud against something soft and warm. You know you've landed on her large chest before the sweet fragrance of her skin even registers. This is worse than when she picked up the keyboard; the area here IS alive. Impulsively, you look up, hoping that your eyes will meet hers. Unfortunately, her gaze is on the keyboard. Her arms raise and drop with another vigorous shake. Her bosom responds with a heave and your body is once again thrown. The tits jostle away from each other only to then collide with a fleshy smack that probably be barely audible, if at all, on a normal scale but now sounds like a muffled bomb. The force of their collision sends another shockwave that rattles you. The feeling of sliding reaches you and your hands begin reaching. Another fleshy boom as her breasts clap again, punctuated by another powerful quake. If you fall between those gnashing mountains, you will not survive them this time. Your senses are on full alert. You hear everything: the sound of the keys rattling above, crumbs hitting her desk, the sounds of her breathing, and even the soft, muffled sound of her heart beating away. These sounds are drowned out by another boom of from her breasts as your body again is jostled further towards the center.

It is then that you see the red hem of her tank top. Kicking your legs, you manage to launch yourself over and grab onto it. Just as you do, another clap booms and this time the jolt flips you towards the other edge. You barely manage to keep a grip. You're no longer in danger of being squashed by the biggest tits you've ever seen in your entire adult life, but a new threat emerges. And before you're even consciously aware of its existence, it snatches you up as another boom of cleavage, and ensuing jolt from their heave, rips your grip free. Once more, you are free falling.

Nicholas Alkemade survived a fall from eighteen thousand feet thanks to snow. You survive your fall by the small pile of dust that accumulated on the surface of the desk from the keyboard. Dazed and covered in a fresh coat of dust, you can only watch as the towering girl continues to shake; debris of crumbs and hair falling around you, as well as flurry of dust particles. Finally, she stops and looks down at her mess.

“Wow, there was a LOT in there, my goodness.” She says into her headset, smiling. She bends, her impossibly massive chest hanging over you. The earth rumbles heavily as she places the keyboard back down somewhere out of your view. She straightens slightly and she is holding an orange soda can. She takes a deep drink of it and then bends again. Another rumble, this one much lighter than before. Then she straightens fully and looks down at you. “Just a bunch of dust and crumbs and, naturally, my hair, which gets into everything, of course.” She bends a little and her eyes scan the surface of the desk. You notice that her gaze is moving towards you. Your body is still too heavy to move after your disorienting fall, but hope surges through you at the prospect of rediscovery. Your eyes meet hers. Her mouth opens and her eyes widen a little. Finally! You're seen! Safety at...

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

You don't just hear this new din, which feels as though it may deafen you entirely, you feel it. Not only in your bones, but wafting against your skin as a damp mist accompanies it. You smell it even.

“Whoops!” She says with a small giggle. “Scuse me!”

With a smile on her face, she reaches forward. At first, you think she intends to grab you but her hand slips out of view behind you. The earth again rumbles at it hits the desk with a fleshy smack. Only then do you understand. You hear the skin drag against the wood but there's nothing you can do. The massive wall of flesh slides into you, and you are picked up in a growing tidal wave composed of dust, crumbs, and hair. You ride this wave towards the edge of the desk where you are dumped into her other waiting hand. After enduring another shower of dust and other debris, this fleshy vehicle then tilts and your vision is greeted with the chasm of a trash can. You again flail your own tiny hands for something to grab, attempting to dig into the prints etched into her skin. This works, and you are able to hold against the flow sliding off her left hand. Something up above catches your attention and you see her right hand coming down. The hands wipe against each other and you feel your body rubbed into dust.

“Now my hands are all dusty...” You hear her say. Her hands separate and you are taken for a ride as her right hand soars through the air, eventually coming to a rest against her meaty thigh, which ripples from the impact. The hand rubs against the material, smearing the dust, as well as you, onto it. Then, a heavy quake as she plops into her chair again. “Okay...” You hear her press a key. “There we go! My 'E' key works again, Natty!”

These are the last things you hear before you black out.