This choice: blindly jump and pray you don't splatter on the table • Go Back...Chapter #7blindly jump and pray you don't splatter on... by: Unknown in the last possible second before getting swallowed you just jump out of the burger without a plan praying you dont splatter on the table, as you fear for the worst your fall suddenly gets caught by something soft, something big... You open your eyes you get greeted by two giant squishy mountains, each bigger than you as you realized you feel into pearls cleavage between her boobs.
As you land between Pearl's massive, squishy boobs, your heart races, and your mind scrambles for a way out. You hear her cheerful voice above you, oblivious to your tiny, precarious position.
"Yay, lunch time!" Pearl announces with excitement, her voice vibrating around you, making the soft tissue around you shift slightly. You see her instantly engulfing two thirds of the burger and let out a sigh of relief glad that you had taken this leap of faith. But before you completly calm down Pearl suddenly leans forward, and you feel yourself shifting, as if being slowly cradled by her cleavage. Her movements are slow, but steady, and you realize you're in danger of being pressed deeper into her cleft. Your mind races again with worry as you feel your foot slip on her sweat before you make an almost instant descent and get consumed by the space between her tits, As you slip further into the depths of Pearl's cleavage, panic sets in. The soft, plush walls of her chest envelop you tightly, pressing you deeper into the cavernous space between her breasts. You feel the moisture of her sweat seeping into your clothes as your foot slips, and you fall with an almost sickening speed, landing in the depths of her cleavage.
You now find yourself in a sweaty, confined space, surrounded by the soft, squishy walls of her chest. The air is warm and humid, and the only light comes from a narrow slit at the top of the cleavage, barely enough to see the outlines of your surroundings. It feels almost like a cave—tight, hot, and slightly damp.
The rhythmic movement of her chest with each breath adds to the unsettling feeling as you realize how easily you could be lost forever in this soft, overwhelming prison. You can hear Pearl’s voice above, but it’s muffled, distant, as if she’s unaware of your tiny presence. She doesn’t seem to have any idea of what’s happening to you as she happily eats her krabby patty.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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