(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
You hadn't expected, for the girl to reach a thumb into her crack to adjust her thong after standing back up. You didn't expect that same thumb to brush against your doll-sized body, knocking you free from the tangled fabric of the fishnets. And you certainly could never have expected to find the girl's fingernail snagging against your corset, and thus yanking you along with her thumb as the Sugar cosplayer's hand retreated from its un-ladylike voyage, having picked up the world's smallest and most unlucky passenger along the way.
And thus, as the girl brought her hand from her derriere to her magnificently exposed mammaries, you went along for the ride, eyes figuratively wide in panic. Though your Full Length frozen body just kept having that same stupid smile on your face, your mental thoughts were all horror and disbelief as you realized your oblivious captor was now going to scratch at her breast and adjust her loose top. The girls eyes were focused fully on the crowd around her, the action of fixing her top subconscious.
Bracing yourself as best you could with no physical control over your own body, you winced as you were slammed down into the girl's soft right breast. Her breast nearly swallowed you whole from the impact, the girl's flesh incomprehensibly plump and doughy, and her skin almost irresistibly soft and smooth. You sank into her tit as she used the rest of her fingers to hike up her top, the girl's extra effort only further pressing you down into her breast. She shoved you against her sweaty skin so hard you began to stick to her pale flesh instead of her thumb, your corset sliding free from her fingernail.
Adjusting her top only took a few seconds, but the damage was already done by the time the gigantic Sugar cosplayer let her hands drop to her sides, satisfied in her work. You'd been dumped from her thumb, and were now lying straddled atop her right breast, exposed for all the world to see. Not like it would be easy to spot your one-inch body against the girl's mile-wide valley of exposed breast flesh, and the low-lighting and constant strobe flashes of the dance floor didn't help either. Nor did, of course, the fact that the girl was doing the opposite of holding still.
Thrusting herself back and forth in an evocative swaying maneuver, the Sugar cosplayer's gargantuan breasts swayed and jostled obscenely, and your tiny form felt the full brunt of it all. Almost immediately, you slide to the side thanks to the girl's motions, her sweaty slippery tits, and the natural rippling of her heavy breasts. Sadly, you didn't slide to the side that would send you on the express gravity elevator back towards the dingy safety of the floor. No, instead, you slid towards the center of the girl's chest, as if the dark abyss of her cleavage had some sort of gravitational pull over your poor battered, bruised body.
You could only watch the world spin in circles as your body rolled over itself and into the girl's cleavage, slotting itself into place like it belonged there. Your back fell into the cleavage first, so your arms and legs were squished together while the rest of you stared straight up at the underside of the girl's chin and the flashing lights above the dance floor. Of course, it wasn't as if the girl stopped there, as her dancing only seemed to intensify, and as her movements became more erratic, so too did the rolling waves of flesh from her breasts on either side of you.
Each jostling motion of the girl's tits shook her boobs like they were bowls of jelly, the girl's heavy fleshy mounds more than any tiny was ever meant to handle. With each passing second, the shifting and bouncing breasts dragged you deeper and deeper into her cleavage bit by bit, her undulating funbags shaking so hard you were getting pulled down harder than you might've been flung out to safety. More hot and heavy breast flesh poured against you from all sides as you sank lower, and you could only watch with dismay as the light above you was snuffed out, your body thoroughly consumed by the busty platinum-haired Sugar cosplayer's cleavage.
In a way, it almost reminded you of an episode from one of the earlier seasons of the show, where Ruby tried to wake Sugar up to start their mission for the day, only to tumble into the sleeping girl's cleavage. Sugar (befitting her ditzy status) woke up without realizing what had happened, and the rest of the episode was spent from Ruby's POV as she tried (and failed over and over) to escape from between Sugar's tits and get her giantess teammate's attention. It was a rather claustrophobic episode and traumatizing for someone like you, even more so as Ruby's failings were played for laughs. You recalled the episode ending with Ruby tumbling out from Sugar's boobs and onto the older girl's bed when the giant girl removed her bra at the end of the night...only for Ruby to then end up buried in booty as Sugar turned around buck naked and plopped down on her younger teammate to hit the hay, blissfully unaware as always.
Episodes like that were your first warning signs that this show wasn't going to be the sci-fi fantasy escapism show you'd always dreamed of. And that veneer only cracked further as the later seasons seemed intent on going out of their way to humiliate the tiny heroines and villains as much as possible.
Regardless, you sincerely hoped with all your heart that you weren't just suffering through some sort of cruel cosmic retelling of that episode, because you sure as hell didn't want to stay stuck in this thick airhead's cleavage for the rest of the day, only escape at night, and then end up lost in her ass anyway. You'd had more than enough of this Sugar cosplayer's ass for one day...if not one lifetime. Not to mention that the demon who had put you into this mess, Jenna, was also still your only potential savior, and if you couldn't get back to her soon, you'd be in an utter world of trouble. How would anyone but her ever know you weren't just a little Ruby doll, but in fact a trapped tiny brother? Your own girlfriend hadn't recognized you!
These sort of thoughts kept you distracted from the utter hell the Sugar cosplayer (or more specifically, her bodacious breasts) seemed intent on putting you through. The girl's dancing hadn't slowed at all, and her endless twirling and jumping was causing you untold misery. Deeply buried in her cleavage, the rippling of her flesh from before was more like being slapped and crushed over and over by the overpowering mounds of flesh on all sides of you. Your face was being shoved into one breast, while your legs were being awkwardly bent and twisted by another breast. Then, the miasma of sweat in her cleavage was unbearable too, and you were thoroughly drenched in the viscous liquid much to your disgust.
Just then, you heard a strange noise that sounded like someone talking. Nearly all noises outside of the pounding music were muffled inside of the girl's cleavage, her breasts crushing around your head and numbing your ears to sound. Still, you could make out a few words, and more importantly, you vaguely recognized the voice.
"OMG, your cosplay...Sugar, and I'm also...very cute on you, do you...dance together?" A fair few of the words were still muffled, but you understood the general gist of the conversation. Someone was complementing your captor's costume and suggesting they dance together. Normally, that would not have been more cause for note aside from the constant reminder you faced on a daily basis that your life as a tiny felt like it sucked so much more than your unaffected friends and family. No, what was cause for note was that the voice belonged to Ashley!
Somehow, Ashley had stumbled upon a fellow Sugar cosplayer, and struck up a conversation with her typical friendly and energetic attitude. There was no way in hell she knew you were a prisoner of her new friend's tits, but this was the closest you'd come since meeting this Sugar cosplayer to being rescued by someone you knew, and you begged whatever deity controlled your fate to show mercy.
What you received instead was your captor happily returning Ashley's excitement, and deciding to show said excitement with a hug. The fishnets-clad girl gave your sister's best friend a huge hug, and Ashley (though a bit surprised), returned the hug with glee.
And thus, potentially the two largest pairs of breasts in the entire S4C venue collided. From your perspective, it was as if two planets (or would it be four?) had just smashed into each other. The crushing pressure on you seemingly quadrupled, and your tiny body cried out in aching pain as it was bunched up between more boobs than you'd ever wanted to suffer under in your life. A slight upside was the colliding of the breasts squeezing you upwards a bit, until your head was once more poking free from the girl's cleavage, but it hardly compensated for the squashing pain and extra buckets of sweat pouring onto you.
And it only got worse, as the two girls then grabbed each other's hands and began jumping up and down in time with the music, their boobs heaving up and down from the momentum. Ashley had basically found her mirror twin, and you were about to suffer for it!
1) The Sugar cosplayer jumps so much you get flung from her boobs straight up...and land right down into Ashley's cleavage instead!
2) The Sugar cosplayer's jumping sends you flying from between her boobs, and you sail right over to the dangerously crowded snack bar!
3) The Sugar cosplayer's jumping only serves to grab and drag you back into the hellish abyss of your cleavage, locking you in tight. Worse still, the girl soon tires of dancing, and parts ways with Ashley to walk around the rest of the convention, oblivious to her trapped prisoner!
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