“I’m so happy you decided to join me.” Kiarra said.
In the shadow of the giant woman, Theo wasn’t as happy with the decision. Kiarra had been indulging in the electric lettuce since before he’d arrived and had only continued to smoke while he was over. He’d only been over to her apartment for a half hour, and had already almost ended up as a smear beneath her freshly pedicured toes three times, crushed under her microfiber wrapped ass twice, and he’d even come dangerously close to being improbably scooped up on a chip with a one-way ticket to the bottom of Kiarra’s stomach.
All of those close calls flashed before Theo’s eyes as Kiarra adjusted herself on the couch. The ratty t-shirt she wore looked like it would’ve barely contained her massive chest, if it hadn’t been stretched, ripped, and softened by what looked like a decade of almost constant use. The distorted image of some indecipherable metal band’s logo threatened to bulldoze him under as he scrambled to avoid being buried under her tits. The couch wasn’t helping matters, instead of a comfortable, worn leather surface, Theo found it to be a sinking morass of softness that made escaping Kiarra’s looming chest a desperate climb for safety. For her part, Kiarra didn’t notice Theo’s potential end under her tits, and instead focused on retaining maximum comfort laying on her side while packing her next bowl.
As Theo reached the peak of the couch’s cushion, Kiarra brought the renewed bong off the coffee table and back into position. Theo found himself staring up in awe at Kiarra’s deft manipulation of the glass monolith that was dozens and dozens of times Theo’s size. She’d clearly had plenty of practice with it as she lit the bowl and pulled a long drag into the chamber. The chamber percolated so uproariously, Theo was certain it would explode into a fountain of foul smelling bong water, but quickly realized that he’d never been so close to a bong in use since he’d shrunk. The chamber filled up with a dense smoke, up the tube and to where Kiarra had her mouth sealed against it. She pulled the stem out and with the kind of draught that comes from years of practice, emptied the entire tube in the blink of an eye.
Theo stood still awed as she set the bong and lighter back down on the table, all the while holding a breath that would’ve filled his lungs hundreds of times over. It seemed like her capacity to hold in all that smoke was endless, as she finally took notice of Theo, looking up in stunned silence at her.
A grin spread across her face, and before Theo realized what was about to happen, Kiarra pursed her lips and let out a stream of smoke from her lungs. Theo was overwhelmed instantly by a torrent of smoke that choked the breath from his lung and smelled of the pungent strain that Kiarra had cultivated for today. Theo flailed desperately in the billowing cloud, trying to clear the air, but succeeded only in getting disoriented, and tumbling down the couch into Kiarra’s chest, where the smoke only grew thicker and heavier around him. He coughed and sputtered, sure it could not get worse as Kiarra shifted and her massive chest dragged him under. The soft cloth, soft breasts, and soft couch still made for a hellish prison as he was submerged under an ocean of Kiarra’s tits.
While it felt like he was racing to see if he could drown in boob-flesh, choke on smoke, or be crushed under the inattentiveness of his classmate, Theo was quickly assaulted by something new from between the couch and Kiarra. A pair of fingers, Kiarra’s fingers with those immediately recognizable glitter-and-dark-purple nails, forced their way into his fleshy tomb and snatched him free of the crushing depths.
“Hey now!” Kiarra said, a lazy smile on her face. “If I had known that’s what you were after I don’t know if I’d have invited you over.”
Theo didn’t respond, he was still too busy trying to breathe again, and cough up all the weed smoke that had invaded his lungs.
“Hmmmm…” Kiarra mused. “I’m not necessarily opposed to it, but if we’re going to have fun let’s really have some fun.”
“Wha…?” Theo asked, his head becoming fuzzy as the cannabis began to work its magic.
Kiarra rolled over on her back and set Theo down in the slight valley of her overly taxed t-shirt. Theo found himself on a pliable, soft surface, still disoriented. He thought better of trying to move and fell backwards, sliding perilously down until he came to rest on her stomach.
“Just wait there a little moment, little guy.” Kiarra said.
With an impressive amount of caution, so as not to disturb Theo from where he lay, Kiarra managed to pick up the pipe next to the bong, set a small flame on the herb already loaded into it, and bring it back to her. She also plucked Theo up from where he rested, making the world fall away in addition to spin.
“Okay, I’ve always wanted to try this…” Kiarra said, an ominous amount of mischief in her grin.
She took a long, sucking drag from the pipe, but even from where he hung in her fingers, Theo could see that her chest remained still. She wasn’t actually inhaling any of the smoke, just pulling all of it into her mouth. Theo couldn’t make sense of anything as she pulled the pipe, completely spent, away but kept her mouth shut. He dreaded the thought of being unable to run, suspended between her fingers, if she were to blow the smoke at him a second time.
As he dreaded the oncoming cloud of smoke, he was horrified to feel like he was falling, as Kiarra instead brought him to her face. He had no chance to object before she pressed him into her lips with her index finger, and heedless of his comfort or safety, began to roughly push him through her sealed lips. Suddenly flooded with adrenaline, the haze of the weed was cleared in a moment of horror, but it did Theo no good as he passed between Kiarra’s lips, squeezed through in what might have been the least gentle way he could’ve imagined, until the world around him was pitch black, soaking wet, stifling hot, and of course, filled with inescapable smoke.
Theo couldn’t differentiate between any of the forces assaulting him. The intense pressure from Kiarra’s tongue, treating him like nothing so much as a morsel she’d savor during one of her binges, the heat from being inside another human being’s mouth, the unyielding tide of spit that was everywhere like an ocean, or the smoke that filled his lungs every time he attempted to scream. Agony wrapped in agony assailed Theo inside Kiarra’s mouth, and he quickly felt his grip on consciousness slipping. The final, insulting cherry on top of all of it were the sounds Kiarra was making while subjecting him to the world’s most intense hotbox experience. She moaned and giggled in equal measure, every utterance a roar even over the cacophony of squelches and gurgles of her mouth.
Although he had no reference for time, he was sure that days had passed inside of Kiarra’s mouth when those same fingertips that had pushed him into the hotbox reached in and plucked him back out. In the maelstrom of smoke and saliva and heat, Theo didn’t realize that his clothes had been completely ripped from him, but he was aware as he hung between Kiarra’s thumb and forefinger in the cooling air, naked except for Kiarra’s spit still dripping from his body. His mind was awash in drugs and adrenaline and his body was exhausted.
“That’s better.” Kiarra said. “Now, let’s get this party started for real.”
She didn’t wait for a response before bringing Theo down, past her chin which shone with a bit of her own drool, past her massive breasts, which were now moving a bit faster, past the expanse of her stomach, a little exposed as the shirt had rode up on her, down to the waistband of her supremely colorful, rip-laden, elephant print pajama pants. Realization dawned on Theo too late as her other hand lifted the elastic band, revealing a forest of dark brown pubic hair, glistening in wet anticipation.
Just as before Kiarra wasted no time in using Theo how she saw fit. He was plunged down under her pajama pants where he was dragged roughly over her bush and then down over her labia in one, nauseatingly swift motion. For a moment, she seemed content to use him just to rub over the entrance to her wet pussy, and Theo was subjected to a violent up and down ride, but she quickly tired of that and shoved Theo as deep as her fingers would allow inside herself. Kiarra moaned in pleasure and let the waistband go, one hand staying in her pajama pants to masturbate, while the other went back for another hit off the pipe.
“Oh, fuck, Theo…” She moaned. “I am so happy you decided to join me.”