The thundering earthquake of stomping feet that signaled the approach of the horde of Weston Winners volleyball girls was terrifying, and you cowered in place on the bench that Shaye had dropped you off at. Not that staying on the bench didn't come with the risk of being spotted or sat on, but trying to run across the floor would no doubt lead to either being squashed by feet, or kicked around and sent flying to who knows where. There really wasn't a great option.
And yet, as the minutes ticked by, you remained pleasantly unsquished. Despite the plethora of girls all around you, they were so caught up in their own gossip and excited chatting and laughing that they failed to notice you, even as they milled all around you. In fact, most of them simply began stripping and changing into sporty active wear for the practice, causing your cheeks to blush in embarrassment at your accidental intrusion as a voyeur. With propriety, you covered your eyes as to not stare.
However, that ended up being your ultimate undoing. So distracted were you in covering your eyes and trying not to peep at the towering giantesses surrounding you, that you failed to notice when most of them filtered out of the locker room...and yet one remained. And it was only when you finally cracked your eyes back open that you realized the one remaining girl was standing right before you, was staring down right at you, and had a massive delighted smile on her face.
Meekly, you cleared your throat. "U-Uh...um...hello?"
Instantly, the girl burst into giggles, her eyes alighting with passion. "Aah, you're so cute!" She squealed, so loud it felt like her voice was going to shatter your eardrums.
The girl looked to be about twenty, and she certainly made for a comical physical impression. She was short, surely no more than five feet tall, and was a relatively skinny, though not completely un-curvaceous girl around her legs and butt. It was her astronomical chest, though, that really caught your eye, her twin mounds of tanned flesh threatening to burst from the admirably-straining sports bra the girl had wrestled them into. Her boobs were hughmongus, comedically so compared to the rest of her, and you watched as the girl struggled to pull over her Weston Winners tee atop them, finally managing to do so with great effort.
However, so distracted were you by the absurdity (and slight tantalizing display) of her breasts that you were defenseless as the now suited-up girl lunged at you, and snagged you in her grip. Instantly, her fingers squished you so tight you couldn't wriggle free, and your efforts to do so were only met with giggles of adoration from the giantess as she raised you up to her face.
You took in several things about her face all at once, as she held you right before her. One was that she was very cute, her short black hair falling in bangs that framed her heart-shaped face. Second was her plump, full lips pulled into an alluring smile. Third was her dark brown eyes that glowed with affection, like the expression of someone who had instantly fallen in love with you. And finally were the earrings that dangled from her ear lobes, which were little stylized golden letters that spelled out 'L-A-T'.
You winced, a sinking sensation in your gut. This girl was a LAT club member.
"You're so, so, so cute! Aah, I can't get enough of you!" The giantess gushed, her voice still abrasively loud, especially so close to her.
"Th-Thank you, miss, but can you please let me go? I need to--"
"Like, what are you doing here?" The girl asked, cutting you off. "I didn't think we had any tinies on the team, much as I would, like, totes want us to have some. But, like, are you our first tiny teammate? It's amazing that we got one as adorbs as you!"
You gaped. "N-No, I'm not a teammate. I'm an adult."
The girl gasped, then peered so closely at you you could taste her cherry-scented mouthwash as she breathed. "Oh gosh, you totes are an adult. And, like, a total tiny MILF!" The girl giggled, bright red blushes arising in her cheeks. You too found yourself blushing, simply because of the girl's forthright method of bluntly flirting.
"A-Again, thank you. Now, can you please set me down? I need to--"
"Set you down? Like, uh, no way!" The girl shook her head. "The ground is scary and dangerous for a little hottie like you! And, like, why would you ever want to leave me, now that we've found each other?"
You blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Like, I know you tinies are, like, bibliographically scared of being squished and hugged and stuff." The girl began, butchering the word 'biologically' (and also just spouting fake statements). "But, trust me, you'll quickly realize how totes amazing it is to be cuddled and loved! And, like, little hottie...I'm prepared to love you for the rest of our lives." The girl beamed at you, her blush intensifying, and you felt a shiver of panic realizing this girl really was already imagining a life with you...all without your consent.
"N-No, please. What a kind offer, miss, but I'm not here for any of that. I just need to get back to my friend, and then--"
Before you could finish your statement, you were wildly caught off guard by the girl puckering her lips and bringing you up to her mouth.
You couldn't even cry out before the girl forcibly slammed you against her mouth, her huge lips easily swallowing up your entire body. Though you tried to wriggle free, it was useless, as the girl held you tight enough to partially squish you against her lips, as she sucked on your miniscule body. A throaty moan rose up from within her, as she pressed you harder into her mouth, to the point where you became slicked with her saliva. When she finally pulled you free, you could barely breathe, or even think straight.
The girl giggled. "Change your mind now, little hottie? I can give you that, and, like, totes more." The girl then gasped. "Oh, but, like, I'm such a dummy! I don't even know you're name, and you don't know mine! My name is Shyla! I'm the Weston Winners best server!" She struck a cutesy pose, then giggled.
When you recovered from her assaulting kiss, you gave her a tired look. "And my name is Allegra, miss. Now, can you please--"
"Aw, that's such a pretty name! Allegra!" Shyla grinned. "Should our wedding cake say Shyla-Allegra, or Allegra-Shyla. Which do you think?"
Wedding cake? This girl is nuts. You couldn't help but think, even if you felt a bit ashamed at being so judgmental. You were just a bit thrown off by her kiss. Are all LAT girls this deluded?
"Look, miss, I'm already married. I don't want anything to do with you, so can you--"
"Oh, gosh, it's that bad, huh?" Shyla winced. She then began stroking you as some form of comfort, but underestimated her own strength and pressed hard enough to squash you. "You're really scared of love and affection, aren't you? Well, Allegra, I totes promise to be kind and gentle with you, and take however much time I need to warm you up to me. It's, like, the psyche-red duty of us LAT girls to love tinies however much we need to to help them find their happiness in being cuddled and adored!"
Ignoring Shyla's butchering of 'sacred' as 'psyche-red', you tried to squirm to freedom...but you just couldn't. Shyla had complete control over you, and her domination of you was equal parts humiliating and terrifying, given how wildly devoted she was to the misguided cause of the LAT club. Her ditzyness, combined with her passion, had formed a dangerous combination you didn't feel was liable to be swayed by conversation. Escape was probably your only option.
But that escape option was instantly ripped away from you as Shyla gave you a flirty wink, then used her other hand to pull back the neckline of her tee. Your eyes widened in panic, but you were helpless as Shyla dumped you down the inside of her shirt, and set you tumbling right towards the unfathomably massive, vast expanse of her breasts. You impacted right into her cleavage, instantly sinking up to your waist between her huge, jiggling boobs.
You stared up at Shyla, and watched the girl give you another teasing wink before she let her tee snap again, sealing you up in darkness. And then she began moving, her breasts began bouncing and wobbling like crazy, and you found yourself inextricably pulled another little bit deeper into her cleavage, getting more and more wedged between her building-sized breasts. And all the while, Shyla had a huge grin on her face as she sprinted out of the locker room to join her teammates for practice.
1) During practice, you sink further into Shyla's cleavage, and get completely stuck for the whole practice. An amused Shyla leaves you there for the rest of the day, finally retrieving you back at her dorm for some more loving and cuddling fun.
2) During practice, you sink further into Shyla's cleavage, getting completely crushed and engrained into her breasts. You're so stuck and smeared, that Shyla can't find you when practice is over, and assumes you slipped out. Glumly, she carries on her day, oblivious.
3) During practice, you slip through Shyla's cleavage, and begin to fall. You tumble down the inside of her shirt, and then end up slipping inside the hem of her shorts and her panties, coming into contact with her crotch. Shyla keenly feels you, and starts being distracted (rather happily distracted) by your unintentionally intimate intrusion.
4) During practice, you slip through Shyla's cleavage, and begin to fall. You tumble down the inside of her shirt, and then pop through a small hole around her waistband, falling outside of her shirt. You smack into the ground, and are defenseless against Shyla's pounding feet...and soon the feet of all her other teammates, as practice continues.
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