Despite being completely stuck between Lydia’s boobs, you could still hear the muffled sounds of the outside world along with the giant woman’s faint heartbeat.
“I’ve got a package here for Lydia”, a nearby voice said. “That’s me”, you heard Lydia say above you. Soon you felt the world around you shift a little before hearing the sounds of scribbling close by.
You were relieved that it seemed to just be a mailman doing a late delivery. It was good that Lydia wanted to keep you secret, you didn’t want more people knowing about your situation either. Other people might not be as nice and gentle with you as Lydia was, so the less that knew the better.
The breasts shifted around you again before you heard Lydia’s voice again. “Thank you”, you heard before hearing the door close and lock again. A few seconds later, Lydia’s slender fingers fished you out of her cleavage.
“Are you okay? I wasn’t smothering you was I?”, Lydia said with concern. “No. It was fine…”, you squeak out nervously. “...it was actually… pretty comfy”, you break eye contact with her as you blush again.
Lydia noticed this and grinned. She was just happy to know that you were safe. “Well, before we were interrupted, I was going to say that we should turn in for the night. You have had a long day after all”, Lydia suggested as she continued walking to her bedroom.
“Yeah. That sounds good…but where would I sleep?”, you asked as you sat in the soft palm of this giantess.
“I was going to ask you that. I was thinking of tucking you into one of the socks in my drawer so that Anne won’t find you, but I don’t know if you’d be okay with your ‘bed’ smelling like my feet”, Lydia said doing air quotes.
Lydia entered her room again and closed the door behind her to ensure her daughter didn’t see you. The entire time Lydia was lost in thought with what to do with you. You didn’t want to be rude but you knew where you wanted to sleep.
“Maybe we could—” “Can I be in your cleavage!”, you blurted out interrupting her. Lydia’s face turned into an amused smile after hearing your suggestion. “You want to be in there all night ?”, Lydia asked once again, noticing how bashful you were being.
“Well…I slept in there before…plus… A-Anne wouldn’t get to me…”, you mumble out, nervously making your case. Still smiling, Lydia responded with…
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