Trapped under your daughter’s giant boob, you pray she lifts up the mountain of fat off you, but know that it doesn’t seem likely that’s going to happen. You can hear her moans coming from her chest, her cries making her breasts vibrate all over you. The smooth, velvety flesh covers your entire body, grounding you into her desk as she fingers yourself. Its humiliating to be reduced to this by your daughter, yet you still can’t keep your erection down. All this soft flesh on jiggling on top of you made you feel so aroused that not even the constant reminder that this is your daughters pleasuring you can keep you from enjoying it.

Slowly you feel your body rolling under the mass of breast fat as Dora starts moving her chest up and down the table. Your body is massaged all over as she moves pushes you right under her breast and then pulls back until you can feel one of your arms escape the doughy flesh. You wave your hands desperately, trying to grasp something to pull yourself out, your fingers pull at something hard and suddenly the Dora drops her weight down even harder and lets out a loud cry. You had just grabbed her nipple by accident, giving her a pleasant pinch with your tiny hand. You let go of the nipple and let Dora roll you back under her breast, now more embarrassed then ever.

“Daddy, your so much fun to play with,” Dora purred as she rubbed her fingers even harder against her damp crotch. A puddle had formed between her legs quickly as she felt her own father squirming under her breast. To hold a man, the one that helped give her life no less, in complete control with only her fat knocker was an incredible rush, better then she had ever dreamed it would feel. A year ago when she saw her father again, just eleven inches tall, Dora had been fascinated and curious what it must be like to be him. She could distantly remember him as a tall, handsome man, but all she saw now was this puny man that she could carry easily. She had shared his desire to get closer, although she was more interested in finding out what it was like for him being small then knowing him as a father. Now she knew he was helpless and horny, which made him even more interesting. She hopped you weren’t getting hurt under her breast because she wanted to play some more with you.

“I’m not a toy! I’m your father!” You try to scream, but the boob fat resting all over you muffles your voice. You try pounding on the breasts on top of you, not getting them to rise, only making them wobble slightly. Your tiny erection continues to poke through your pants into the yielding, shifting flesh until you can’t help it and you cum. Tears form in your eyes as you are unable to keep yourself from getting off under your daughter’s boob. You felt like slime for not having the will power, while someone else was delighted to feel the wet spot.

“Your so naughty daddy, cumming before me and in the pants I made for you. Very naughty,” Dora chuckled as she lifted her chest up, revealing a gasping, sweating tiny body with a stain in the crotch. Dora nearly came when she saw you after squishing you under her breast. You looked so cute lying there with your face red and your tiny chest pumping up and down. You remain under the shadow of her incredible tits until she reaches down for you. She grabs your leg to pick you up you think, but she tugs at your pants, pull them down easily. Lifting up your tiny pants, Dora stares at them before sticking out her tongue and pushing it into the waistband of your pants. You can only stare as her giant tongue cleans the mess you made in your pants before tossing them away.

“You taste pretty good. You better treat me nice or I might just eat you all up. You are going to stop playing dumb and start playing with me, right?” Dora manages to sound so playful, yet the threat is clearly hinted at in her voice. Staring up at the beautiful tee that had just pretty much raped you with your boobs, you let out a sigh knowing what you had to do now.