Gravity took control when Fulda’s fingers relinquished it, and I raced down to her ample bosom.  I landed on the soft, tanned skin of her breast, thankful that they were being pushed together and compressed by her form-fitting, revealing dress.  On impact I pushed slightly into the exposed skin before it became taut and launched me back out.  Again I sailed through the air until I landed against her other breast.  Out of momentum, I didn’t bounce off this one, and instead rolled down the slope until I came to a rest where they met.

I scrambled to get moving, sure that this was another one of her games.  Unfortunately when I planted a foot to stand it slid off the smooth skin around me and became embedded in her cleavage.  When I stood on the other one so I would have leverage to get free that one became stuck as well, leaving both of my legs pinned between her breasts.  Feverishly I grabbed for an ankle, trying to pull it free, but the more I struggled the further into her breasts I sank.

It took until I was up to my chest before I stopped, resigned to being pulled down by Fulda’s boobs like quicksand.  I realized that many men would kill to be in my position, almost up to my neck in my girlfriend’s chest, but the reality of the situation was quite terrifying.  With each step she took her boobs jiggled slightly, sucking me further down between them, and I faced the real prospect of suffocation very soon.  Beyond that, it was hot – and not in the sexy way, at least not to me.  Fulda’s body heat radiated with such intensity that I began sweating, which then mixed with the remaining sweat from when she was dancing.

By the time she and Anni reached the door only my head was poking out of Fulda’s cleavage, and there was nothing I could do to keep from going in further.  The warm night air struck my face, exceedingly pleasant compared to Fulda’s raging body heat, and for a moment I escaped my situation.  I imagined that I was sitting in a mountain valley, the sharp curves of her breasts like mountains blocking my view on either side.  Behind me her neck stretched up like a mesa, with her chin forming the base of a great plateau.

The impact of her heel on the concrete broke me out of my reverie, and with one last shake her chest fully engulfed me.  Contrary to my expectations I could breathe for the moment, but being sucked between her breasts was still far from pleasant.  It was like being in a closed oven heated to over a hundred degrees, and what air I could breathe was even hotter.  Every step she took bounced me around as though I were in a wiggling Jello mold, shaking me along with her breasts.  This was like trying to motorboat in a hurricane.

Sweat began to form on the walls around me, adding to the sweltering atmosphere between Fulda’s two enormous boobs.  I cringed when it soaked into my clothes and hair: I had never wanted to bathe in someone else’s sweat, not even Fulda’s.  The next time her foot slammed against the ground, however, a benefit I hadn’t considered manifested.  Lubricated by her and my sweat I slid significantly farther between her breasts than I had before, bringing me that much closer to the end of my ironic Hell.

After a few more steps forcing me downward my feet poked through the other side, giving me a taste of freedom.  I kicked them back and forth, inching myself down the sweat-assisted slide, until I realized that nothing was there to break my fall.  The belt on her dress was entirely for show, and if I broke loose now I would slide down her body, past her legs and splatter on the pavement.  Seeking to remain in the safety of her cleavage I pushed one arm into each breast as hard as I could, trying to arrest my fall until Fulda was sitting.

The force of her titanic boobs jiggling proved much too strong for my puny arms to resist, already exhausted as they were, and I continued to be pushed down.  My waist came free and I grit my teeth, doing my best to generate enough friction to remain held by her until it was safe.  She took another step and I slid down until I was dangling by my shoulders, barely enough to keep from falling.  I grabbed a handful of skin in each hand for one last futile attempt, then the sound of a car door opening reachds my ears.  Success!

My stomach leapt to my throat while Fulda sat, her long body contorting over itself to fit into the car.  She slammed her butt onto the seat and I slipped free, sliding down her washboard abs with extreme velocity.  During my fall my legs caught on her belly button, sending me into a tumble for the rest of the way.  I bounded off her tummy and over her black panties until I hit the inside of her thigh.  After a hard impact on her toned quad I skipped along her thigh a few inches until the slope took me back down the inside and deposited me near the base of Fulda’s dress.

Fulda’s other leg swung into the car and cut my spell of freedom short when it set down, pinning me between her thighs.  This must be another ironic punishment, I told myself.  Trapped between the thighs of a beautiful woman, unable to even budge inside their vice grip as they encompass everything around me.  Moving her legs had been difficult for me even at normal size; she used to lay them over me and pin me against the couch, teasing me when I could barely budge them.  Now it was impossible.

Relief came when she lifted up one of her legs, crossing it over the other, but this freedom too was brief.  Her elevated thigh came down and hit me over the head, crumpling me to the ground and pinning me beneath it.  Stars flooded my vision, and I felt my consciousness fading fast.  I tried in vain to push her thigh off me, but just as I expected my hands did nothing more than dimple her skin.  Hopeless, I closed my eyes and drifted off to blissful unconsciousness.

When I came to the still night air was all around my face, and I felt myself bobbing up and down with Fulda’s gait.  My arms were pinned to my sides, and in front of me were the soft petals of a blooming flower.  I looked up past the flower and saw Fulda’s titanic face above me, resolutely looking forward.  It was too much to hope for that to have all been a dream.

“Where am I?” I asked blearily.

“Pinned behind my corsage,” Fulda answered curtly.  “I thought I had lost you in Anni’s car, but luckily you spilled out when I got up to look.  I damn near crushed you under my thigh, you know.”

“Okay, but where are we?”

“About to walk in my front door.”

“Why?”

“Why what?  It’s the night after prom, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, so why not?  Besides, what other option is there?”  She began to rant, more for herself than at me I think.  “Should I just walk into your house apparently alone, say hi to your parents and go to your room?  Or should I hold you out to them and proudly declare, ‘Here’s your son, I shrank him down to bug-size tonight!  Look how tiny he is!’  I’m sure they’d love that.”

I paused a moment to think.  “Good point.  But aren’t your sisters awake still?”

“Probably?  It’s Friday night and they always get excited when they expect you to come over.”

“Shouldn’t you try to hide me then?  I mean, unless you want them to know you shrank me…”

“You are hidden, behind the corsage.  Duh.” 

“I’m at like eye level for Gina though, aren’t you-“  Fulda came to a stop, and yellow light poured out of a window in front of us. 

“Below eye level, she’s real tall for her age.  Now shh, unless you want them to hear you.”  Dutifully I zipped my lips while Fulda turned the doorknob, and with a firm push swung it inward.

At the sound of the door opening a stampede of four enormous feet on the carpet began, and in no time her sisters were standing in front of Fulda.  Past the corsage’s petals I saw them staring up at Fulda, excitement shining in their light blue eyes.  “Well?” demanded Jessica.  “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?” Fulda asked in response, trying to be coy.

“Don’t play dumb!” chimed in Gina.  I wasn’t sure if she was so mad about Fulda lying, or not getting to see me.  “You know we mean your tiny boyfriend!”

“Yeah!  Where’s the puny guy?”

“Oh, right.”  Fulda suppressed a laugh, taking time to think up a lie.  At least, I hoped she was going to lie.  “He stopped out front, we kissed, then I got out and came inside.  Just like a perfect gentleman.”  Her sisters pouted in disappointment, then Fulda asked, “Why are you two so interested, anyway?  You’re always ragging on him for being short.”

“That’s why!” exclaimed Jessica.  “We like to stand next to him, as close as possible, and look down.  It makes us feel gigantic!  And when we team up and get on either side of him I swear he’s about to start crying sometimes.”

“Yeah!” offered Gina.  “And I’m due for a growth spurt any time now, Jessica too probably.  If we all worked together we could gaslight him into thinking that he’s shrinking!”

“Gaslighting?” Fulda repeated.  “That’s mean, even for you.  Where did you even learn that?”  Gina remained silent, so Fulda continued.  “You’re getting all worked up over nothing anyway, it’s not like we broke up.  You’ll see him again real soon.”  She may have reassured her sisters with that, but I was far from placated.  They were mean to me before, who knows what they’re capable of now?

“Anyway, I’m going to bed, see you tomorrow.”  Fulda walked between her sisters, forcing them to step aside or be knocked out of the way.  As she passed them I looked to the side, and saw a pair of vibrant blue eyes locked onto me.  After an instant for recognition Gina’s eyes went wide, then her view was blocked by Fulda’s shoulder.  Shit.  There’s no way she didn’t see me.

Fulda ascended the stairs to her room, the thuds of her heels clomping on the steps resonating in my ears the whole time.  It didn’t drown out the excited squeals that rose up every few seconds from downstairs while Gina and Jessica gossiped, however.  I didn’t consider myself the center of the universe, and was far from paranoid, but there was no doubt in my mind that they were talking about me.

Once inside her room Fulda closed the door behind her and kicked off her high heels.  Carefully she unclasped the corsage from her dress strap and pulled it away, catching me in her open palm.  She moved me so that I was directly in front of her face, about six inches away, and looked like she was about to devour me with her cold blue eyes.  I basked in her beauty, waiting expectantly for what was next.

“How fucking stupid are you?” Fulda hissed.  Wait, what?  “This was supposed to be my surprise for you at the end of the night!  We were going to come up here, fool around a bit, I’d shrink you, we’d have some fun, then I’d grow you back and we could keep it as our little secret!”

“Um, sorry?” I stammered, genuinely confused.  “How would this have been a good surprise?  I haven’t enjoyed this one bit; every minute has brought nothing but terror and pain.”

“It would have been different.”  Fulda’s voice was stern, but not completely stony.  “It would have been a safe environment, just the two of us, and I’d be giving you something we both want even if you don’t know it.  There wouldn’t have been and Mary or Anni trying to smash you, I wouldn’t have needed to hide you, we would have been free to do anything.”

“But you-“

“Messed with you a lot, yeah, it’s what I do,” Fulda cut in before I could finish.  “I’ve been doing it to you for years.  You’ve always been so much shorter than me, it’s just part of what we do.  Of course I’d keep doing it when I literally have you in the palm of my hand.  If you really thought I was going to crush or swallow you, you’re unbelievably dumb.”

I hung my head.  “Sorry,” I managed after several seconds of silence.  “I… didn’t know you planned this.  Um, any chance we can act like that didn’t happen, have fun like you wanted, and then you grow me back?”

“Absolutely not,” she said with a tone of finality.  “You tried to break up with me, and it took being shrunk for you to get back with me.  How do I know you won’t break up with me again the instant you grow?  Better to keep you small and… under my thumb.”  She had a crazy sense of logic to her train of thought, but that perfect turn of phrase made me think this was all still part of her plan.  “Get used to me towering over you, because you’re going to be bug-sized for a long, long time.”

Fulda looked away and paused, biting her bottom lip.  A second passed and her gaze fell back onto me, eyes shining again.  “But you are still here, shrunken, neither of us have anything else to do, and I did already make plans… Sure, we can have some fun.  I warn you though, I play rough.”  I nodded my head, and she smiled for the first time in a while.

Carefully she bent over and lowered her hand, giving me the perfect elevator ride down to the carpet.  When I was nearly there she tipped her hand over, roughly dumping me out of her palm and onto the carpet.  While I laid there she shot back to her full height and placed her feet on either side of me, then set her hands on her hips.  She looked down at me scornfully and declared, her voice suddenly booming, “What tiny man dares intrude on the realm of the mighty Titaness Fulda of clan Stein?  Prepare to feel my wrath!”  Wow, I was wrong about her acting skills earlier.

Fulda waited a few moments for effect, letting me get a little scared, then added, “I just need a few to get ready, okay?”