Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Navia’s high heels click-clacked across the cobblestone street. The mid day sweltering summer sun caused trickles of sweat to form along the soft skin of her chest, leaving shimmering streaks across the top of her breasts that rolled down into her cleavage. The boss of the Spina di Rosula was hardly bothered by the heat. She was used to working up a sweat. Today, however, she was enjoying the first day off in what felt like forever. Unsure of what to do with an open schedule, Navia resorted to walking around Fontaine until something caught her eye. The city’s busy streets were lined with boutiques, carts peddling knick-knacks and newspapers, and cafes. It was one of these cafes that caught the blonde’s eye. An outdoor patio was fashioned with circular stone tables, each with a parasol to provide shade for customers. The tables were lined with intricate metal chairs. Each with backs patterned into the shapes of vines with leafs. The place had an air of class that fit Navia’s tastes. The girl pushed open the glass door to the cafe; a bell rang to announce her presence. She was greeted with the smell of coffee dangling in the air. Chatter from patrons carried stories of gossip and business. A barista standing behind the counter was cleaning a glass. The woman turned to where the bell had rang.
“Hello. Welcome. What can I get for ya?” The tone was a mix of professional and faux-cheerful.
Navia glanced at the menu strewn along the wall behind the counter. She wanted something cold. “Just an iced.”
“Alright, coming up.” The barista set the glass down, and got to work. Crushing ice and mixing milk into a cup. Navia turned away to look at the rest of the cafe. The room’s tile floor matched the formal atmosphere. Blue and red rose patterned wallpaper was plastered across the interior, giving colour to the otherwise muted tones the rest of the cafe had. “Here, ya go. That’ll be 2500 Mora.” On the expensive side for a drink.
Navia paid and grabbed the cup. The blonde brought the rim to her soft, pink lips. She could feel the cold air from inside the cup on her nose. Gently, she drew in her first sips of iced coffee. The drink spilled across her tongue and throughout her mouth, delivering a pleasant chill. She gave an automatic “Mmmm,” whilst turning around, dumb smile on her face. She pushed open the door and gave a “thank you,” as she walked out. The blonde chose an empty table and sat in one of the chairs cast into the shade by the parasol to enjoy the rest of her drink.
Lumine was not enjoying a day off. She was battered, bruised and exhausted. This commission had led her deep into the heart of a domain. The skilled adventurer had finally overcome the monsters that littered its halls and rooms. The traveller brushed her mud-soaked air backwards away from her eyes. The motion left the scratches on her sweat-soaked forehead stinging. Her chest heaved up and down with her heavy breaths. She wanted nothing more than a cold bath. Having taken a moment, the traveller finally sheathed her sword. All she had to do now was head back to the guild. The sound of Lumine’s footsteps echoed through the new emptied domain as she trudged to the portal along the wall. She could feel her exhaustion slowly subsiding as she recovered from the long fight. This was going to be well worth it. She approached the portal. Its familiar deep blue hue comforted the adventurer: she was finally done.
Lumine took a step into the portal. Chilly air greeted her on the other side. The still weary traveller immediately slipped backwards on what seemed like ice. She let out a surprised yell. Her vision spun upwards as she fell. Crystalline walls blurred past her eyes. She was facing upwards by the time her tailbone slammed into the ground, revealing an opening to a shaded sky. Her bare hands hit the floor. Lumine immediately recognized the feeling of ice. Instinctively, she tried to stand up. The effort rewarded her with another sliding tumble to the floor. It was while she was sitting there that she noticed the smell of coffee permeating the cold air. Carefully, slowly, the girl stood up. Her footing was unsteady on the sloped iceberg. The main thing she felt was confusion. She appeared to be in the middle of a sea littered with cubed icebergs. The “water” was still, and light brown.
It was while she was surveying this new mysterious space that the world suddenly pitched and shifted. Lumine was thrown off her iceberg into the frigid “water.” A bitter-sweet taste filled her mouth as she spiraled though the vast sea. It was coffee. She was in a sea of coffee. The powerful churning of the sea was gradually replaced with a directional current. Lumine’s foot was hit by an iceberg rushing past her. The girl was sent spinning, further disorienting her. She could feel herself getting dragged along with the liquid, but was unsure which way exactly she was being taken. She could hear the coffee and ice crashing against something. As Lumine was finally resurfacing the coffee and icebergs came crashing back. The violent backsplash resubmerged the girl. Waves rippled back and forth from the resulting torrent. The adventurer finally found fresh air again. She was freezing cold. She tread coffee for a moment to recover her breath. Gradually, she made her way through the still choppy coffee towards an iceberg. She clung to it desperately, the cold seeping through her now soaked clothes. The scratches she had stung like hell. Despite her good stamina, years of experience told her she needed to rest. With heavy breaths she looked up to see about climbing out of the coffee
Instead, Lumine was taken aback by Navia’s gargantuan face towering above the wall of this new land. Her gorgeous blue eyes seemed calm and relaxed, as if she had no worries in the world. Pink lips curled into a faint, carefree smile. Her soft cheek rested in her palm. The sea of coffee beneath Lumin began to quake. Navia’s face was descending upon her, or, more accurately, she was being pulled up towards it. The traveller’s surprised paralysis broke as she stared at the giantess’s parting lips. Adrenaline made the cold and exhaustion disappear. The tiny girl swam away from her unwitting drinker. She felt the coffee start to flow against her, spilling towards Navia’s eager maw. The current’s pace quickened. Lumine was starting to lose ground. The giantess was finishing her drink. Everything tipped backwards.
The blonde went tumbling. She slammed into the pile of ice cubes stuck on Navia’s upper lip. For a moment she thought she had escaped the fate of being devoured. Her hopes were quickly dashed as Navia’s mouth opened wider. One by one, ice cubes fell into the giantess. Lumine could hear the ice being crushed between powerful teeth. Each tiny movement of Navia’s face shifted the ice cubes that kept the tiny girl from certain death. Lumine screamed to alert her friend of her presence, but it fell on deaf ears. Soon, all that was left was the piece of ice that Lumine was on. A writhing tongue probed forward to flip her lifeline. Lumine was swept up alongside the cube, and dragged between the giantess’s lips.
Miraculously, Navia did not immediately crush the piece and its unfortunate inhabitant. Instead, she held it between her lips in a kiss, savoring the last bit as it slowly dribbled away across the bottom of her mouth. Lumine was pressed between the block and Navia’s lower lip. The cold seeped through the back of her dress, while Navia’s warm saliva coated the tiny blonde’s front. Lumine clung to her last spark of hope. She struggled forward, desperate to not become food. The tiny managed to slowly drag herself forward. Her head and shoulders entered the light. Lumine pushed her palms deep into Navia’s soft lip. She shoved them downwards. Felt her torso pull free, then her hips. Then, she fell.
Lumine spiraled downwards along the front of the giantess. She had lost which way was up. The tiny girl landed on Navia’s left boob, just above her broach. Momentum caused her to roll forward along the soft skin. The curve of the breast sent Lumine down into the chasm of Navia’s ample cleavage, where her fall finally ended.
The giantess’s heat wrapped around the shrunken girl like a blanket. The beating of Navia’s heart was a reverberation throughout the soft chest. Soft truly was the correct word. Lumine’s body gently dug into Navia’s flawless skin. The new prison gradually tightened and loosened with Navia’s breaths.. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or perhaps it was the tenderness of the surrounding walls, but Lumine felt at peace for the first time today. The depths of Navia’s cleavage was heaven compared to the brutal domain or frigid coffee cup. Lumine could spend forever within the warm, welcoming embrace. The tiny girl’s breathing steadied to match the pace of the giantess. She felt her eyes grow heavy; they fluttered closed.
Navia had just finished setting her iced coffee down. Before moving on with her lack of plans, she gave a big stretch upwards and outwards. Her large breasts pressed tightly into the corset of her dress. She felt the fabric dig into her skin as it overflowed a little. A look of displeasure crept across the blonde’s face. She had only gotten this dress a month ago and it was already getting too small. Navia shoved her down into the space between breast and dress. Her index finger pinched the fabric. Gently, she readjusted the dress to be more comfortable. She now had something to do.
Lumine’s comfort was ended almost instantly. The previously soft walls of Navia’s boobs suddenly tightened. Lumine’s body was pressed deep into the now firm breast surrounding her. The air from her tiny lungs was squeezed out. She struggled against the fleshy prison to no avail, desperate for air. She had her wish granted as the pressure loosened on all sides. For a moment there was calm again. Then, Navia’s breasts were jostled left and right. Lumine was randomly ground, twisted, crushed, and released by the giantess nonchalantly adjusting her dress. The tiny blonde stole gasps of air where she could. When it was done, Lumine had shifted towards the front of Navia’s cleavage. The space was tighter than before, but felt more secure, something Lumine desperately wanted. The tiny girl was barely able to process her new position when the giantess stood up and began to walk. Lumine felt the prison loosen with the first step. For half a moment she felt like she was in freefall. Then the walls came crashing together around her. If Navia’s breasts weren’t so soft, Lumine would have been squashed then and there. The next step yielded the same. And the same. And the same. The tiny prisoner routinely and rhythmically pounded by the giantess’s breasts in time with the click-clacking of heels. Now that she was back out under the sun, the gigantic blonde had once again begun to sweat. Drops of the warm liquid slowly started to roll down into the ever-shifting crevasse that the shrunken traveller was trapped in. The shift in temperature and humidity became apparent to the tiny girl as droplets of sweat splashed apart in time with Navia’s steps. Her breasts acted to disperse the liquid in all directions. The new moisture clung to Lumine’s dress. The salt stung her eyes and the scratches she had. She could taste the giantess.
Unbeknownst to either girl, the sweat had lubricated the tiny. With each of Navia’s pounding steps, Lumine slipped further down into the depths of cleavage. In a great heave the shrunken blonde was set free from one prison and into another. She slid down the inside of Navia’s dress before getting wedged between the giantess’s corset and tummy. Thin rays of light shone through the fabric. The sounds of Navia’s booming heart were replaced by those of her stomach, the coffee she had drank still sloshing around in her stomach with every step.
The dress twisted and folded as the giantess strode, forcing Lumine to slide downwards. She reached the intersection between Navia’s navel and the band of her skirt. Together they formed a natural place for the tiny’s journey to stop for the moment. The bouncing and shaking of the giantess’s stride made it impossible for the tiny girl to rest. She was constantly jostled and thrown about the cramped gap. This new torture carried on for several minutes
The routine was finally broken by a growl from the gigantic girl’s stomach. Navia stopped in place. An embarrassed blush crept onto her cheeks. She hadn’t even realized she was hungry. Her hand went to her tummy in reaction to the noise. The tip of her middle finger happened to press into her navel, but the fabric of the dress prevented her from feeling her tiny friend being squeezed inside. Her stomach growled again. The blonde decided to get lunch before going dress shopping.
Lumine was momentarily relieved when Navia stopped walking. She let out a sigh, finally able to catch her breath. The respite was shattered by the tip of the giantess’s finger pressing fabric into her navel. Lumine was shoved into the folds of the gap. Her tiny body was cracking under the pressure. The full strength of the experienced adventurer was now nothing compared to the accidental press of a fingertip. A second growl from the giantess’s stomach signaled an end to the near-death experience. It was, however, quickly replaced with the jostling and bouncing of Navia’s walk once again. The tiny girl was roughed up enough to be left in a daze, making her barely able to register anymore.
When the giantess finally came to a stop, to sit at a table and enjoy her lunch, Lumine acted more on blind instinct than rational thought. She wanted out of the giant’s dress. With the last of her strength, Lumine managed to force her way beneath the waistband of Navia’s skirt. She was met with airy loose fabric that spun out of her way as she fell. She landed on top of the giantess’s right thigh. The massive blonde’s soft skin cushioning the fall. The tiny girl finally had the chance to catch her breath. She lay face down on the enormous leg, a triangle of light ahead of her pointing towards the exit from beneath Navia’s skirt. Now free from crushing pressures and erratic movement, the tiny girl almost passed out. It took all her will to slowly begin crawling down Navia’s leg. The curtain of light, white skirt was barely an obstacle on the tiny’s path towards freedom. It took barely two minutes for Lumine to get out from under the skirt and into sunlight. The blonde felt the warmth of the sun on her dirty, sweaty back. She rolled over. A shadow passed over her. She opened her eyes in time to see the underside of Navia’s left thigh descend upon her.
Navia crossing her legs was a harbinger of destruction. Lumine was caught square in the middle of the thighs’ meeting ground. Even if she was fully recovered, getting out of the way was impossible. Instead, she had to simply accept her misfortune as Navia’s legs pressed together. Struggling was useless. Lumine felt her body creak as the pressure mounted around her. The air was forced from her lungs. In an instant, she collapsed.
Navia was happily eating her sandwich, completely oblivious to the ill fate of her miniscule friend at the hands of her body. After a while of sitting, she uncrossed her legs, and noticed the splotch of red on her right thigh. “Ugh,” she thought to herself “I must have squashed a bug.” The boss of the Spina Di Rosula took a napkin off the table and wiped off the splatter. Later in the day, she would think about her “partner” and wonder where they were. Hopefully, they could get lunch and a coffee together soon.