The Mothership, and her fleet, were at
a standstill.
Everything that had they had sent;
recons, fighters, monsters, everything, had been completely and
utterly destroyed. Most within minutes of entering the atmosphere.
With so many casualties, and with humanity being so much larger than
themselves, the Alien race was beginning talks of abandoning the
planet entirely. It was far too dangerous and they had nothing
powerful enough to even slightly injure a single human, let alone
kill one. But, there was one thing stopping them. A distress beacon
had been received. It came from one of the ships that had left the
fleet despite being ordered to be on standby. As far as the Commander
was concerned, it was perfectly logical to leave the crew, a
punishment for their disobedience. No one aboard the bridge argued
against the decision. However, as the Mothership began to lead the
fleet away, another squad broke off and headed towards the massive
planet. Morality was not much of a concern to the scientific,
technological culture of the Aliens, but it wasn't non-existent. And
some members of the fleet did not like the idea of leaving their own
behind. The Mothership was quick to tell them that no further ships
would return for them. They would be on their own.
They agreed to the risk, and headed to
the coordinates of the distress beacon.
…
Natalie Veronica happily hurried
around her apartment to get everything ready for her friends. Tonight
was all about two things, food and fun! Snacks and drinks were laid
out, consoles were hooked up with extra sitting nearby just in case,
and board games were stacked neatly in a corner. So many things to
do, so little time in the night. But the redhead was excited. Game
Night was her favorite time of the month and she looked forward to
spending time with all her friends. Tonight was going to be a pretty
special one. All the regulars for Game Night were in attendance, no
miss outs among them. But, even the ones who were always invited but
usually couldn't come were available! The stars seemed to be aligning
for a great time, and the wait for 5PM had been exhausting, but it
was finally here!
Just as she finished putting some dips
out, the door to her apartment opened (none of her friends bothered
knocking, they were always welcome!). Natalie knew who it was before
even turning, catching a whiff of menthol cigarette smoke.
“Ariel!” She greeted warmly. “So
glad you could make it!
“Hey Nat,” Ariel replied, smiling.
The two of them hugged. “I brought Sleepy with me.”
It was then that Natalie saw her,
standing behind Ariel. A young woman whose black hair looked like she
had just woken up and made a half hearted attempt to brush it. She
wore a white t-shirt under an unzipped puffer vest, black yoga pants,
and boots. On top of her head was a red and white beanie. A small,
calm smile was on her sleepy face, her blue eyes slightly bloodshot.
“Heya Sleepyhead!” Natalie said,
hugging her as well.
“What's up, Natty?” Mandy
Carmichael replied simply.
“You look like you just woke up!”
The redhead teased. As if on cue, before the sentence was even
finished, Mandy's mouth stretched open in a big yawn.
“I did...” The tired gal replied,
a little bashful.
It was not a surprise that Ariel and
her on again, off again roommate had arrived first. They both lived
in the complex, though on the other side of it. According to the
lease, Ariel Bradson was the one renting the apartment and no one
else. It was a small, single bedroom with little room for another
body. Mandy Carmichael did not actually have a permanent residence,
living inside a camper van that was almost always parked outside
Ariel's unit. Her financial situation was not entirely clear to
Natalie. From what she knew, the van was completely paid for and
Mandy had been living in it for some time after being kicked out of
her ex's house. Natalie had presumed this had happened because of the
girl's messy habits, but had never gotten the full story. Mandy's
tendency for messiness had diminished a considerable amount after
living with Ariel, who wouldn't stand for such things in her
apartment. The elderly woman working at the leasing office of the
complex took pity on Mandy's homelessness and let her park the van in
the complex so long as she wasn't disruptive. As the young woman
spent most of her time napping, this was hardly a problem. As for her
“homelessness”, Mandy didn't seem to mind it, herself. In fact,
she seemed to enjoy it. She had no job, even though she somehow had
money to buy food (though she tended to buy the cheapest food, her
van often smelling of ramen). She bathed in Ariel's bathroom and
often slept on her couch during the summer and winter. Mandy led a
very simple and worry free life, one that was sort worthy of envy.
“Well, come in!” Natalie said.
“Help yourselves to the snacks.”
“Don't mind if I do,” Mandy said,
immediately going for a bag of Ray's potato chips.
“How's things at the Lantern,
Ariel?”
“Oh my god, Natalie,” The
bartender sighed with great exasperation. “I swear those guys get
dumber every day. Jake was talking about making a new lunch
menu...with VEGAN options.”
“Really?” Natalie replied,
smirking.
“Yes! And he was like, 'I can make a
killer Caesar Salad, blah blah blah' and I literally had to tell him
that caesar dressing and Parmesan cheese aren't fucking vegan. He
basically thought 'vegan' was another word for 'vegetarian'.
God...ugh! It makes my head fucking hurt, I was SO close to breaking
his fucking nose! Mother fucker doesn't even know what medium rare
means for a burger and suddenly he thinks he can come up with new
menus like he's Gordon fucking Ramsay! I just...gah! Just thinking
about it makes me need a cigarette!”
“Yeah, why don't you go cool off for
a moment?” Natalie said, giggling. Ariel was funny when she told
stories of things that annoyed her. As the bartender headed out to
the balcony to smoke, Natalie sat on the couch with Mandy, who was
rapidly munching on chips. “How's it going with you, Sleepy?”
Mandy opened her mouth for a moment to
speak, threatening to spew crumbs. Then, the sleepy gal seemed to
remember her manners and swallowed.
“...yeah, uh...things are good.
They're...” She shrugged simply. “They're good.”
“Great!” Natalie hadn't expected
much. Not a lot happened in Mandy Carmichael's lazy life. Unless, of
course, you were discussing dreams, in which case she had a lot to
say.
“I'm sorry I didn't bring anything,
I...” Mandy paused as another big yawn escaped her. “...don't
really have a whole lot to share.”
“It's okay! I got a lot of things.
And we'll get pizza later!”
“Cool, cool.” Mandy said, stuffing
her face again.
Just then, the door to the apartment
opened again, and Sarah Leheron and Neil Proctor walked in.
“Sarah! Neil!” Natalie exclaimed,
bouncing up to greet them. She hugged Sarah first before turning to
Neil, hugging him as well as giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was a
little something extra she gave to the only boy in the group.
“Hey Natalie,” Neil said, hugging
her back.
“I'm so glad you both could make
it!”
“You bet,” Sarah said, smiling.
“Hey Neil,” Mandy called from the
couch with a mouthful. “Sarah.”
“Well, hey Sleepyhead!” Sarah
greeted. “Glad you can join us.”
“Mmm-hmmm!” Mandy's mouth was
still full.
Just then, the apartment door opened
again, and the scent of freshly baked cookies announced the arrival
of Clarissa Fullerton before anyone even saw her. In one arm she held
a tray of cookies, covered in saran wrap. In the other, to some
surprise, was Mr. Snuggles, her teddy bear.
“Hey Claire!” Neil greeted her.
“Claire!” Sarah exclaimed,
spinning around and hugging her friend. Then, she bent a little to
bring her face to the brown bear. “And Mr. Snuggles!” She kissed
him on his furry head and then playfully straightened his red bow
tie. “Looking sharp as ever! So handsome!”
“Uh oh, I can't compete with that.”
Neil said, smiling. It wasn't every day that Mr. Snuggles graced them
with his presence outside of Claire's bedroom. The fact that he was
here meant that Clarissa intended to spend the night. The bear only
accompanied her on days when she felt particularly stressed or if she
was going to sleep elsewhere. Neil suspected she didn't want her old
friend to be 'lonely'.
“Sorry, Neil...we had a great run!”
Sarah said, winking at him before walking with Clarissa over to the
couch, hugging Mr. Snuggles against her ample bosom. When they sat
down, Mandy took a turn hugging the bear and there was little doubt
that Ariel would when she came in as well. Mr. Snuggles was often
quite popular among the ladies.
Neil began to shut the door when it
suddenly stopped midswing. He turned and saw Megan Brown quietly
pushing her way in. He'd almost shut the door in her face.
“Oh...sorry, Megan.” Neil said. A
small part of his spirits sank. Her lousy attitude often dampened
everyone else's good time and Ariel would often lose her temper with
the bookworm, often further ruining the buzz.
“It's okay,” Megan replied. And
then, surprisingly, she offered Neil a small smile. “Hey Neil.”
“Hey.” Wow, he thought, Megan in a
good mood? Maybe she wouldn't be such a drag tonight. It was looking
to be a good night. He even saw that Sleepyhead had managed to make
it. Almost the entire crew was...
“Wait! Wait!” A voice suddenly
called. “Don't lock me out!”
Before Neil could hardly turn, another
body came pushing through the door. He saw, by the height alone, who
it was. Ellie Berrie was well over six feet tall, probably six two or
three. As with Natalie Veronica, she had a full head of long, bright
red hair, but hers had two long, braided pigtails on either side of
her face, topped with a bright green beret. Natalie and Ellie had met
at the Farmer's Market down over at Oakwood Falls and had become fast
friends. Upon meeting, their first words to the other had been, “Oh
my god! I LOVE your hair!”, spoken in unison. Neil supposed only
girls could form a friendship over hair, but the two began talking
and probably would have done so for hours if Ellie's boss hadn't
angrily told her to get back to work selling the strawberries.
Despite being from the small town of
Oakwood Falls, Ellie was not much of a country girl. In fact, she
seemed to yearn for a more urban lifestyle, often complaining of how
there was nothing to do at home and how the nearby farms often reeked
of fresh cowshit. There had been talks, at one point, of her moving
in with Natalie or some similar arrangement. Megan, no doubt, wanted
that to happen as much as she'd want the apocalypse to happen. Ellie
was almost as bubbly and extroverted as Natalie, and when Megan had
been introduced to the former, Neil had heard her grumble, “Oh
god...there's TWO of them...”
“ELLIE!” Natalie cried, happily.
“NATTY!” Ellie cried back.
The two came together in a big hug,
their arms almost catching Neil inside as they went. Instead, both
women ended up accidentally slapping Neil over the head.
“Whoop! Sorry Neil!” Natalie said,
giggling and hugging Ellie.
“It's alright,” Neil replied,
smiling. “I thought I was going to be a part of the hug for a
moment.”
“You can be!” Ellie said, suddenly
throwing her arms around Neil. Natalie laughed and joined in, and
Neil was now sandwiched between them, both of their ample chests
pressed against him. Natalie offered a kiss on the cheek.
“Alright!” Natalie said, releasing
Neil. “Wow! Everyone's here! That hasn't happened in a LONG time!”
That much was true. Mandy often was
too lazy to join and the drive for Ellie was about two hours. It
wasn't every day that the whole group got together. But all members
of the gang were here tonight. Ariel came back in from smoking and
all the young ladies sat around and began conversing with lively
energy. Even the normally shy Clarissa, aided with her favorite bear
and the company of all her good friends, was very talkative. Neil sat
next to Sarah, putting his arm around her and simply watched all the
conversations happened. While it hadn't been part of the plan, he had
a feeling he'd be leaving tonight without Sarah. She'd brought a pair
of yoga pants with her and there were wine bottles lined up on the
kitchen table. Some drinking was going to happen and Neil began to
wonder if he should stay the night as well. Someone had to keep this
gang of ladies in line. They often became...mischievous when the
alcohol started flowing through their brains.
…
The final squad from the fleet,
consisting of one Recon Craft and several fighters, slowly approached
the sliding glass door of Natalie Veronica's apartment, left ajar by
Ariel after she'd come back in. Running a scan through the glass, the
Aliens realized that several of the humans they had been encountering
throughout their stay at this planet had congregated here. The
distress beacon was coming from further back in the immense cavern,
so the squad would have to pass the giant humans to reach it. The
Fighters would not be able to carry the lost crew, only the Recon
Craft was big enough, and so, it slowly entered, leaving the rest of
the squad behind. The Pilot of the ship knew that it would best to
stay high to avoid being detected and began to inch the ship up high.
However, one of the humans, this one much taller than the rest, came
bounding across the room. They narrowly avoided her colliding
directly into them, but the air of her movement blew them off course,
causing them to soar into the wall, rebound off it, and crash towards
the ground, the sound lost under the laughter of the human girls.
…
Sarah would have stepped on it if she
hadn't happened to glance down.
Neil had left to pick up the pizza and
she had gotten up with Ellie to get a drink. There was a bottle of
strawberry wine that the red head seemed keen to try. Sarah had
followed and her eyes happened to glance down and seen the small
object. It had been very close, her right foot was in mid swing as
she stepped and she only barely managed to retract it before
squishing it. It was lucky she'd seen the thing at all. Sarah Leheron
had not been able to see her feet standing upright since she was
fifteen and the tiny disc was only just visible beyond the swell of
her chest. Still, the moment she saw it, she recognized it. It was
the same strange thing she'd seen at the park!
Curious, she bent and reached down for
the object. Her butt was hardly in the air for two seconds before one
of her friends offered a firm spank to her rear. Sarah straightened
and turned to see Natalie stifling giggles.
“Sorry,” She said. “I couldn't
resist!”
“Is this yours?” Sarah asked,
holding up the disc. “It was on the floor here.”
Natalie looked at the disc and, as she
did, her smile slowly faded and a curious expression came to her
face.
“It was on the floor?”
“Yeah, right here. I almost stepped
on it.”
“That's...” Natalie didn't finish.
Instead, she turned and walked towards her office. When she came back
out, she held an identical disc in her hands.
“Oh, so they are yours?” Sarah
asked.
“I don't think so...” Natalie
replied. “I know I have a lot of collectibles and trinkets, but I
don't remember anything like these.”
“That's weird...” Sarah said. “But
what's weirder is, I think I saw one of these over at the park this
morning.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe they're just some toy or
something,” Natalie shrugged. “I mean, it's totally possible I
bought them and just don't remember. Or, maybe someone sent them to
me. I dunno!”
“I guess...” Sarah replied,
uncertain.
…
Inside both Recon Crafts was chaos.
The crews were tossed to and fro in the cabins, and the view outside
the windows repeatedly shifted. Eyes, boobs, poking fingers, more
eyes, more boobs, they were at the mercy of the humans who clutched
their ships. Both ships were heavily damaged and could not fight
back.
…
“Hey Ellie,” Natalie asked her
tall friend, who came out of the kitchen with a full glass of wine.
“You ever see one of these?”
Ellie leaned forward and examined the
disc.
“Nope!” She answered, taking a
deep swig from her glass. “What is it?”
“We're not sure,” Sarah said. “But
I found one at the park, and now there's two here at Natty's
apartment.”
Ellie plucked the one out of Sarah's
hand and held it up to her eyes for a moment. “I don't know...just
looks like a toy spaceship to me. Natty has a lot of toys, so it's
probably hers.”
“I didn't buy those,” Natalie
replied. “...at least I'm pretty sure I didn't.”
“You probably did and you just
UUUURP!”
…
For a moment, the crew thought for
sure they were to be eaten. A greet green eye had peered into the
ship, then it had been lowered to the massive creatures mouth.
Spittle misted onto them as its deafening vocalizations boomed from
it. Then, abruptly a loud guttural eruption roared out from the
widening mouth. More spit rained onto them as the gust of warm, moist
air breezed blew against them. A scent came with it. A strange,
strong but sweet smell that permeated throughout the cabin and
somehow seemed to seep into their suits and helmets. Immediately,
they began to feel dizzy.
…
Sarah smiled and nodded at Ellie, who
clasped a hand over her mouth from the sudden belch. The smell of the
wine she'd drank floated in the air. “Good points, good points,”
She said.
“Excuse me...sorry,” Ellie said
bashfully.
“What are you guys talking about?”
Ariel called from the armchair.
“You ever seen one of these?”
Natalie replied, showing her one of the discs.
“Uhhh...” The bartender said,
thoughtfully examining the object. “Not really, no. What about you,
Sleepy?”
Mandy took the disc and looked at it
for a moment. “What is it?” She asked.
“It looks like a little spaceship.”
Natalie said.
“Is it not one of your collection
things?” Ariel said.
“I don't think so.”
“I found some at the park too,”
Sarah said. Ellie held up the second one. “But now these two are at
Natalie's apartment.”
“Huh.” Ariel replied, shrugging.
She didn't seem particularly interested in the whole thing.
“Dude, we're being invaded by tiny
aliens!” Mandy said, grinning.
“Yeah right,” Ariel said. “If
that were the case, I'd hope they'd have more durable ships. Even
just holding it that thing feels pretty fragile.”
“Yeah, they are.” Sarah said. “I
accidentally sat on one at the park and it got all smooshed.”
“Really?” Mandy asked with a
laugh.
“How did you accidentally sit on
one?” Ariel balked.
“Someone must have left in on the
bench!” Sarah replied defensively. “I don't know!”
“Typical woman,” Ariel teased.
“Never looks before she sits.”
“Yeah, you're right, I just plop my
ass where ever I want without thought.” Sarah said, shrugging
before suddenly plopping herself down on Ariel's lap. The bartender
gasped as the weight hit her, but was smiling. “You good?”
“Yeah, I'm great,” Ariel said.
“What's up baby girl?”
“Not much.”
“Well, now I'm curious about
something.” Mandy said, still looking at the disc. She stood up and
then delicately placed it on the seat of the couch.
…
The constant shaking came to an abrupt
end, and the crew aboard dazedly tried to get back onto their feet to
try and escape the damaged ship. As they attempted to climb out the
bashed front, movement above caught their eye as they soon beheld a
great mass of ass in black yoga pants descending down atop of them.
They only barely made it back inside the ship when the rear came down
heavily. The roof of the vessel immediately sank, bending frames and
further damaging consoles. For a terrible moment, those inside were
terrified that the walls would clamp in on them and squish them.
Mercifully, due to the massive cushion they were rested on, even the
full weight wasn't enough to completely flatten the ship.
…
“What are you doing?” Ariel asked,
looking around Sarah at Mandy.
“Oh wow,” Mandy said, lifting
herself back up. “Man, even on the couch, sitting on it still kinda
fucks it up.”
“Thanks for testing that for us,
Sleepy.” Sarah said, shaking her head a little. A small smile was
on her face.
“So are we gonna play anything?”
Ellie asked. She had taken a seat on the couch with Clarissa and was
the current holder of Mr. Snuggles. But it was clear by her bright
eyes and tapping foot that she had a lot of energy stored up.
“Sure!” Natalie said. “Anyone
up for some DDR? I saw some people playing it at the arcade at the
mall and...it's been so long! I thought it'd be a perfect game to
blow some steam!”
“What's DDR?” Clarissa inquired.
“Dance Dance Revolution,” Sarah
answered, finally standing from Ariel's lap. “You've seen it
before, Claire. That game where you step on the arrows on the pad?”
“Oh,” Clarissa replied slowly.
“I-I'm not really good at that game...”
“I don't think anyone other than
Nat's really any good at that game.” Ariel said.
“Well I haven't played in awhile, so
I'll be rusty.” Natalie shrugged, walking over to her TV cabinet.
She set the small disc she'd been holding down near her Xbox One,
losing all interest in it. “But it'll be fun! Help me set it up,
Sarah?”
“Sure thing!” Sarah smiled.
“I'll help too!” Ellie exclaimed,
eagerly bounding up, giving Mr. Snuggles back to Clarissa.
…
Despite the fact that no distress
signal had been sent, the Fighters knew that their Recon Ship was not
coming back out. They had a decent view from outside the sliding
patio door. Within mere moments of the ship going in, they had
collided with one of the humans, causing them to crash. A very poor
start to a dangerous mission. However, there was a silver lining. The
initial ship, the one they had come to rescue, had been brought out.
With both ships now visible, there was still a slimmer of hope to
salvage the mission. The Fighters were built to only house one pilot,
but these were desperate times. A second being could be squeezed in,
but it would require six of the Fighters to stay intact, and having
an extra passenger (who would be not have much in terms of 'being
strapped in) would severely limit mobility. Still...they knew their
objective, and they were determined to try.
The fleet of Fighters slowly glided
through the patio door. Soaring over the heads of the many girls, the
fleet headed for Natalie Veronica's TV. The other ship was still held
by Mandy, who seemed to grow less and less interested in it by the
minute. The Fighters began to slowly lower themselves down to reach
the cabinet when the three girls setting up the game bounced back to
their feet. Sarah and Natalie caused no issues, but the tall Ellie
did, the top of her head reaching just high enough to place her green
beret directly in the path of the alien vessels. The Fighters
swerved, some crashing into the top of her hat, while others lost
control of their ships with the radical move, causing them to go into
a tailspin into both Sarah and Natalie, and even more simply
nosedived straight to the ground. Those that managed to stay airborne
were too busy wrestling with their controls to even attempt to do
anything for their falling comrades.
…
With the DDR mats set up and the disc
put in the console, the girls stood up.
“Alright!” Natalie said. “Who
wants to play first!”
“Me!” Ellie cried, immediately
hopping onto one of the pads. Her ankle high boots obliterated almost
all of the Fighters that had landed on her pad. Only one survived,
but he would have rather being crushed. Instead, his vessel was
quickly stuck in a semi-wet glob of mud stuck within the treads of
her boots. The goop sealed him inside, escape becoming impossible.
The strength of his harness was put to the ultimate test as the ship
soared with Ellie's feet as she began stepping on the arrows of her
pad, pantomiming playing.
“You gotta take your boots off,”
Natalie interrupted. “Or you might literally crush the sensors or
whatever.”
“Oop! Sorry!” The fruit picker
said, dropping herself onto the floor. Her wide butt flattened a
Fighter that had landed 'safely' in the carpet. She then began to
untie her boots.
“Anyone else?” Natalie asked,
turning to her friends.
Megan didn't reply, merely kept
reading a comic she had brought. Next to her, an uncertain Clarissa
simply shook her head. Mandy and Ariel had begun a conversation, not
even hearing Natalie at all. Sarah simply shrugged.
“You two can play first.” She
said.
“Wait, but I'm not as good as you!”
Ellie pointed out.
“It's okay,” Natalie replied. “I
think our difficulties can be different from each others.”
“Thank god!”
“Do you think it's okay for us to
play this?” Sarah asked. “Won't you get a complaint or
something?”
“It's not that late,” Natalie
shrugged. “Besides, I'm on the ground floor! There's no one under
me to annoy!” She turned back to Ellie who was standing back up.
“You ready?”
“Yep!” Ms. Berrie replied happily.
“Okay...” Natalie replied
absently, as she focused on starting up the game. When it came to
selecting difficulty, Ellie immediately picked beginner. Natalie,
however, considered her options for a moment before picking standard.
Then, came the time to pick one of the many songs. “Oh geez...do
you have any preference, Ellie?”
“Uh, no, I don't think so.”
“Okay, we'll just go rando!”
“You're totally gonna win.” Ellie
said, suddenly looking a little bashful.
“You got it, Ellie!” Sarah
cheered, sitting between Mandy and Clarissa.
“Just shake that ass.” Ariel
jokingly called, leaning in her chair to pour herself another drink.
Ellie obediently began following the
bartender's advice, immediately shaking her hips side to side.
Natalie laughed and immediately joined in, her wider rear wiggling in
her blue yoga pants. She leaned forward, shaking her hips faster as
she did.
…
Several Fighters had landed on and
around Natalie Veronica. Those that went into a tail spin found
themselves crashing against the generous swell of her unrestrained
bosom. Those that nose dived crashed down towards the pads that she
and her friends had set up. And a couple that managed to regain
control of their ship to avoid a tailspin managed to steer away from
her chest and swing around her, only to get caught in a lively forest
of red hairs. The pilots ejected from the their ships but were so
caught among the hairs that their bodies were quickly sent tumbling
down with their Fighters, spinning so much that disorientation made
their jetpacks useless. They fell the length of the red mane, which
ended right above the top shelf of Natalie's butt, rolling along it.
Had one of the pilots not managed to dig their long fingers between
the blue threads and caught himself and his comrade, they would have
rolled off the end and simply fallen all the way down. For a moment,
there was calm.
Then, the shaking started.
The hips swung hard to the right, the
cheeks then followed, swaying like jello on a plate. The tiny riders
held on as the “land” around them seemed to come alive, violent
quaking with each jiggle as the hips continued to sway. Eventually,
as the shaking grew faster, the force was to much and the pilot lost
his grip. The two tiny aliens were flung from the jiggling mass of
ass and began free falling to the ground. One of them managed to
activate their jetpacks in a desperate bid to save themselves.
Unfortunately, as they were once again spinning in air, configuring
themselves was all but impossible, and when the jetpack began to
launch them, it took them back straight up towards the giant butt.
The hips were in midswing and the cheeks parted as they jostled, and
in that instance the two tiny would be invaders were flown straight
between them. And the redhead would not feel them when her cheeks
came together again with enough force to squash them both.
On the ground, things were not much
better as the aliens scrambled to avoid being flattened under the
soft, fleshy soles of Natalie's well pedicured feet. Running became
difficult however when the ground began to quake under them as the
immense rear shook high above them, shaking the earth beneath the
feet of its owner along with it.
Music was not an unknown concept to
the aliens, but at their tiny size the sounds coming of the massive
speakers resembled anything but. The heavy dance beats were more akin
to explosions, which is what the small beings thought the booming din
was. They frantically began to search for the source of sound, so
lost in fear that the hardly noticed when the feet began to move. And
many would still not notice and were quickly squished under the soft
but heavy flesh before they even realized they were in danger. The
broken remains of the Fighters were shattered even more, many pieces
stuck the sole of the foot, but nowhere near sharp enough to pierce
the thick skin. Those that had survived their nose dive were wiped
out within seconds as the feet stomped and hopped to the beat.
Those who had tailspinned were even
worse off. With no bra to hold them, the large boobs flopped and
bounced wildly. With no threads to hold onto, those trapped atop the
cleavage were tossed into the air and thrown about. A few were thrown
off the chest and plummeted to the pad, where they were quickly
stamped out of existence. The majority inevitably were tossed between
the mountains, the loud and quick beat of the heart filling their
ears. Steam fogged up their helmets as the breasts began to sweat,
making the skin slicker. The boobs were too soft to squish their tiny
“prey” but many helmets were smashed when the mounds of flesh
came together. Many choked on the poisonous air. A couple of aliens
were caught in a large bead of sweat that rolled down the wall of her
chest, down her belly and past her navel before coming to a stop at
the hem of her yoga pants. The aliens tried to grab onto the blue
threads, which began to suck up the ball of sweat. As their
disgusting bubble disappeared, the aliens fell between the gap
between yoga pants and pelvis and fell into the moist cavern within
the thong.
…
“Oh my god...” Natalie breathed as
she tried to keep up with the game. Her hands had reached up and
grabbed hold of her flailing chest. “My boobs are gonna jump out of
my top!”
That got a laugh out of Sarah, Ellie,
Mandy, and Ariel. Clarissa just covered her mouth, blushing. Megan
looked up from her comic for a moment to look at the bouncy backsides
of the two redheads jumping around. If it had been anyone else, she
might have looked longer, but those two were a handful....in more
ways than one. She watched only a second longer before going back to
her comic. Plates and cups rattled on the coffee table as the two
young ladies bounded around. Finally, the song ended and the two
girls came together in a congratulatory hug. Two pilots on Ellie's
own chest were squashed as the two bosoms pressed against the other.
“That was fun!” Ellie exclaimed,
practically skipping off her pad.
“Yeah!” Natalie replied, adjusting
her top as if to make sure her girls weren't going to pop out and say
hello. “Anyone else want to...?”
She was interrupted by a loud belch
that reverberated through the living room. All eyes turned to Sarah
Leheron, who held a soda can in one hand. Her only reaction to
everyone's gaze was to smile.
“Scuse me.” She said simply.
“Holy shit, you really are your
mom's kid.” Ariel replied, sipping on her own drink.
“Yeah, well I...” Sarah stopped in
mid sentence, her mouth snapping shut and her cheeks puffing out
slight. She began to pat her chest with her hand.
…
Some of the remaining Fighters, aware
of the fate of those that went towards the TV, attempted to drift
down towards the coffee table, where Mandy had finally dropped the
Recon ship she'd been holding. This was closer to the gigantic ladies
than desired, but many of them seemed preoccupied, making it easier
to slip by them. The Fighters tried to be careful but had to swerve
when Ellie came bounding off her DDR pad. This brought some of the
tiny vessels close to Sarah Leheron. The ships almost crashed into
her, but managed to avoid colliding with her lips. But their ordeal
was far from over. The cavernous mouth opened and from the dank
depths arose a powerful, booming roar that it vibrated the ships. The
force of the air expelled sent the Fights spinning, most of them
spiraling down to Sarah's heaving chest while fell further and
bounced off her thighs.
The soft skin of the breasts did
little to the ships other than dent their hulls. But the hand that
began to beat against the flesh flattened and pulverized the tiny
Fighters, shredding them into bits. Any of their pilots who weren't
immediately crushed found themselves rolling down the soft skin and
swallowed up between the immense cleavage.
…
After beating at her chest for another
moment, Sarah was able to force her next burp, ending the bloat in
her belly.
“Feel better?” Mandy asked,
smiling.
“A lot.” Sarah answered, grinning.
“So does anyone else want to play?”
Natalie asked again.
“I'll play.” Mandy said, standing
up.
“How is Mr. Snuggles today?” Sarah
said to her best friend, who held the brown bear against her. Neil's
guess about her reasons for bringing him were absolutely correct. As
he had been a long time companion, it felt wrong to leave him alone
for extended periods.
“He's okay,” Clarissa said with a
small smile. In some ways, Mr. Snuggles had seen better days. His fur
wasn't as bright as it used to be, there were several areas were he
had clearly been resewn together (his right eye had been restitched
on several times), and a few small stains stood out on his bowtie.
Still, all of these were the signs of a toy well loved, and a young,
teary eyed Clarissa had stood anxiously next to her mother as she had
sewn the bear up, as if an operation was being performed. Such
occasions made Claire very reluctant for anyone else to handle her
treasured companion for fear of “hurting” him. Being allowed to
hold Mr. Snuggles meant that Clarissa Fullerton viewed you as a good
friend. As such, it was no surprise that she freely offered him over
to Sarah.
“He's so cute.” Sarah said,
hugging him. Then she set him on her lap, faced him towards Clarissa,
and puppeted his arm to wave at her. “Hi momma!”
“Hi, Mr. Snuggles.” Clarissa said,
wiggling her fingers at him. She then scooted closer to Sarah. The
Aliens that had survived the bounce off Sarah's thigh were dazedly
trying to escape their ruined ships when the full weight of
Clarissa's butt came down onto them. The Fighters, unable to take
anymore, were flattened, their crews pancaking with them. Clarissa
pet Mr. Snuggles on his head before taking him back and nuzzling his
nose against hers.
Ariel, sitting on the armchair next to
the couch, watched Sarah and Clarissa play with Mr. Snuggles for a
moment when a shiver suddenly coursed through her. A cold wind had
suddenly hit her skin. She turned and saw she'd forgotten to shut the
patio door, letting the chilly night air in, and she stood up and
walked over to close it. The remaining Fighters, who had begun to
declare the mission lost and retreat back to the fleet, were now
trapped. They had been making their way towards the exit, but the
giant young lady had beaten them to it. Instead of going back to the
armchair, Ariel turned and headed for the kitchen, putting herself
right into the path of the desperate tiny ships.
This time, most of the ships were
miraculously able to steer out of her way, suffering only two
casualties. One pilot, too caught off guard by the sudden turn, flew
straight between her breasts. Ordinarily, the ship would have been
caught between the soft skin, but instead there was a massive box of
cigarettes already snugly tucked in the bosom. In the sheer nick of
time, the pilot managed to eject but part of his chair struck
something as it was launched and he was sent into a spiral upward as
the Fighter exploded against the box. The pilot hovered in air for a
moment before gravity retook him and he plummeted back down between
the mounds of flesh, held open by the long container of smokes. He
fell through the skin, slid down the wall of the belly and, just
before he hit the hem of the pants, managed to get enough of his
senses back to remember his jet back. Jamming one of his long fingers
on the button, the pilot launched himself back upward. This prevented
himself from sinking into Ariel's pants but now caused himself to
soar within the small, moist cave of her navel. A series of immense
quakes and guttural sounds shook the fleshy walls around him and the
pilot tried to peek out to see if there was another place he might be
able to use his pack to escape to. But as he approached the edge, an
immense thing came into view from seemingly out of nowhere, its
massive form blocking out the light, plunging him in darkness.
Ariel came back out from the kitchen
with a newly poured glass of liquor, rubbing her exposed belly as she
did.
“I hope Neil gets back here soon,”
She said aloud. “I'm starved.” The snacks that had been laid had
been hit hard by the hungry girls. There was more back in the
cabinets in the kitchen, but they were all eager for the upcoming
pizza.
“Me too!” Natalie panted as she
tried to keep up with the new song she and Mandy were now playing.
Once again, Megan's eyes peeked over the top of her comic towards
Sleepy's backside.
“I can text him,” Sarah offered,
returning Mr. Snuggles and then reaching for her phone.
“GAH!” Natalie replied.
“You good?” Ariel asked, taking a
sip as she sat back down in the armchair.
“My boobs keep almost jumping out of
my top!” The redheaded streamer said, now literally holding her
breasts as she continued playing.
“You should've kept your bra on.”
Sarah replied absently as she focused on her phone.
“Kept it on? I've been in my pjs all
day!” Natalie said.
“Speaking of which...” Ariel said,
reaching forward and placing her glass on the coffee table. Then, she
reached behind her and fiddled with the back of her shirt. After a
couple of moments of tugging, she pulled her undone bra out from the
boob window of her top and tossed it aside. A couple of Fighters,
having spotted a small vent on the floor near the armchair, were
flying towards it in hopes it would lead to an escape. Their plan was
thwarted as the DD sized bra dropped down, trapping one of the ships
in one of its giant cups. A wing of the second Fighter was sheared
off and it plunged into the carpet nearby. “Ooo...that feels SO
much better.” Ariel sighed, her chest moving much more freely as
she reached for her drink again.
“That's actually a good idea.”
Sarah pipped in, putting her phone down. She stood up, unzipped her
pink hoodie and draped it over the couch. Then, re-enacting Ariel's
maneuvers, she managed to undo her own bra and remove it without
taking off her red tank top. She tossed the brassiere over on top of
Ariel's, where one of its cups covered the second Fighter that had
lost its wing.
“Yeah...” A sweaty Mandy sighed as
she and Natalie turned from their newly beaten level. She stripped
off her puffer vest and tossed it aside and then lifted the back of
her white t-shirt and began working on her own bra.
“Well, if everyone else is...”
Ellie giggled, unbuttoning her own shirt.
Clarissa Fullerton, too shy to undress
in front of other people, placed Mr. Snuggles down on the couch and
excused herself to the bathroom. Megan Brown simply stayed where she
was, though her eyes kept straying from her comic books. In the end,
five bras ended up on the floor, piled on top of each other. Even
Clarissa, not wanting to draw attention to herself by going against
the flow, dropped her onto the others before going back to the couch
to hold Mr. Snuggles. With their boobs free from their harnesses, the
girls nestled in, ready to get comfortable.
No one else seemed particularly
interested in DDR, so Natalie turned it off. She was about to suggest
another game when she saw all her friends simply sitting around the
couch talking, so instead she sat down and joined them. Empty bellies
rumbled and groaned, and hungry eyes turned to what little remained
of the snacks. Clarissa's baked goods had mostly been spared, as the
young baker often insisted that they be eaten last (as had been
dictated in her own home). With not much else to fall back on; sodas,
wine, and liquor were consumed. It wasn't long before a steady stream
of giggles filled the apartment as conversations gradually became
less and less innocent, going from games and food to sex toys and
dicks. Ariel casually inquired to Sarah, the only one at present with
a boyfriend, about how sex was with Neil. Mandy, not without
noticeable interest, asked about the size of his penis, a question
that turned Ellie and Megan's heads. Sarah, who was not completely
without her mother's sensibilities, ordinarily would not have
entertained such questions...but after a few drinks, the young lady
begin to drift more towards “Aunt” Valerie's braggadocios
behavior. She proudly told that Neil was quite gifted, not only with
talent, but a rather...endowed tool. Mandy then wondered aloud if he
had inherited that from his father. The apartment filled with shrill
laughter.
The remaining Aliens were now more
terrified than they ever had been. The booming vocalizations of the
humans rattled the hulls of their ships and echoed so loudly within
their skulls that their heads began to throb. Worse, the vent that
they had been planning to use was now blocked by a massive brassiere.
Fortunately another was quickly spotted on the far wall opposite to
their location. They'd have to fly over the humans to do so, but
there was no other option. Desperate for any escape, they began to
hurry towards the vent, trying to gain altitude quickly as they went.
That was when the door opened and Neil
Proctor returned, carrying five pizza boxes.
“Neil!” All the girls, except the
shy Clarissa and introverted Megan, cheered almost in unison. They
all looked at each other in a moment of shared astonishment and then
began to laugh again. Neil could see the wine glasses dotting the
table. He would be dealing with, at the very least, five drunk girls.
Clarissa would only drink enough to get a little tipsy (maybe) and
Megan was more of a wild card. Either she would sit there and ignore
everyone, drink a small amount to get a buzz, or she'd be drunk with
the rest. Given that she seemed to be in a better mood tonight than
usual...
The boxes were lined up on the coffee
table and opened and soon the apartment smelled like a pizzeria. Neil
could practically hear a symphony of tummy rumbles from his lady
friends. Those poor pizzas. They wouldn't stand a chance. He'd
probably have to fight for more than three slices. And with Ariel on
their side, the ladies had a significant advantage. Ultimately, he
could forget about indulging in any real drinking. His role tonight
would be to make sure that these girls stayed out of trouble, which
basically meant keeping them at the apartment. No doubt his hands
would be full. But then the generous bosoms pressed against his arms
and chest and soft lips smacking against his cheeks as 'thank you'
hugs and kisses started and he remembered the perks of having all
these gal pals.
As the women leapt onto Neil to show
their appreciation, their hair flowing and the air moving with them.
These things caused the tiny ships to be blown off course, with many
of them crashing into each other, forcing their pilots to eject and
go into a tailspin towards the ground...a very cheesy ground. But by
the time one of the unfortunate aliens even began to realize that the
ground was sticking to him, darkness enveloped him and suddenly he
was tossed around violently, being sprayed with warm water. Then, a
loud wet noise and he was falling again and when he landed this time
it was into what felt like a lake of fire.
Natalie chased her first couple of
bites with a few gulps of soda. The resulting belch rang through the
apartment. A few minutes, a smaller one came Ariel, followed by a
winning roar from Sarah. All the girls laughed. Neil's prediction
came true. Within twenty minutes most of the boxes (as well as the
wine bottles) were empty. Literally anything seemed to make the the
ladies go into full hysterical laughter and they found new waves of
energy, their movements and gestures were far more animated. At one
point Sarah, Natalie, and Ellie got up and began spontaneously
dancing, bouncing around and bumping hips against each other. It was
quite a sight, but Neil eventually had to tell them to stop as not
only were they knocking things over with their bounding around (not
to mention with their wide rear ends), but he was afraid that
Natalie's neighbors would lodge a noise complaint.
There were now only two aliens left
inside the apartment. One was trapped in Ariel's navel, cowering at
the roaring gurgles and quakes from her busy belly. It cowered even
more when the gigantic hands rubbed and patted against the flesh.
There was no ship, there was no fleet to come get him. He was trapped
here with the towering humans with no escape.
The other survivor was trapped in a
dark void. The pilot could not see anything but was constantly thrown
to and fro. Disoriented beyond believe, the tiny alien could do
nothing but blindly wander and crawl around, digging his fingers into
soft fibers of the thong as well as the slimy, fleshy walls. Loosened
by the alcohol, Megan began to lose control over her restraint. She
became more animated, more talkative...even more friendly in general.
Some of this, however, was a deliberate act to make the others think
she was more drunk than she actually was. That way, they wouldn't
question anything when the anti-social Megan Brown suddenly smacked
Sarah on the butt as she bent to grab some more food.
It had been great. The softness of the
jeans, the ripple under her hand which were then brushed by gorgeous
locks of brunette hair when Sarah yelped and turned around. The loud
slap stopped all the conversations and they all looked at Megan with
surprise. Normally, Megan would have thought she had gone way, WAY
too far. But she was just buzzed enough that she simply laughed and
yelled, “Got you!”. The others watched her for a moment before
they too started giggling. Wow, Megan's SUPER drunk, they thought!
There'd be no complaints on that. Silly, drunk Megan would
undoubtedly be way more fun than regular Megan. Rather than question
it, they embraced the change of character.
What Megan had not taken into account
was that Sarah had her own buzz going. Moreover, Megan was unaware of
the influence that Sarah's “Aunt Val” had implanted in her as a
child. Rather than simply laugh at Megan's “drunken” foolishness,
Sarah leaned into it. Or rather sat into it as she suddenly brought
her wide rear down on Megan's lap, causing the bookworm to gasp.
“Got YOU!” Sarah said, looking
down at Megan's wide eyes. Then, like a dancer in a club, Sarah began
to twist and grind in her lap. What parts of Megan's brain that held
to sobriety desperately tried to regain control because the other
parts were beset by the a series of impulsive urges. A desire to
reach out and grab both of Sarah's large breasts (she definitely was
her mother's daughter) and squeeze them, bouncing them slightly; a
desire to sniff her long brunette hair; and finally, a desire to turn
her head and kiss the girl right on the lips. The desires were so
strong that Megan's body began to shiver.
The alien trapped in the void had
narrowly avoided being squashed by Sarah's immense booty dropping
down, but the impact had tossed him about the darkness harshly,
causing him to collide into the fleshy walls, smashing his helmet.
Immediately, he began to choke on the poisonous air, but that was
only the beginning. Something began to leak into his helmet and feel
it. A warm, thick, slimy fluid. Panicked, the alien attempted to
move, but he found his hands slipping and sliding. His new prison had
always been warm, but now it was hot and unbearably human.
Unbeknownst to him, he had been hurled into a new “chamber” and
with every thrust of the massive ass above, he was slowly pushed in
deeper and deeper. A dim part of the extraterrestrial being was aware
he was dying, but his panicking mind refused to go quietly, and he
thrashed against the slimy walls as best he could.
Megan was aware of what was happening:
if she did not get Sarah Leheron off her lap, her secrets would,
quite literally, burst from within her. She began to push Sarah off
with a trembling arm, but a deeper part of her didn't want to lose
out on the best orgasm she would ever have. But then, Sarah's ass was
suddenly pulled off.
“Sarah, get off her.” Neil
Proctor, the only fully sober person in the room, said, gently
tugging his giggling girlfriend off Megan.
“Why?” Sarah asked, wrapping an
arm around Neil. “Did you want a turn, sweetie?”
He smiled at her because, as a matter
of fact, that sounded great to him. Still, he turned back to Megan,
whose trembling and subtle change of demeanor had not gone unnoticed.
“You okay, Megan?” He asked.
“I really have to pee.” Megan
blurted out without thinking. She rose from the couch and hurried to
the bathroom. As the door closed, Ariel laughed.
“You almost squeezed her like a
lemon,” The bartender quipped, then laughed along with Mandy and
Ellie.
The final alien, trying desperately to
decide what to do, was suddenly thrown from his “cave” as the
giant woman leaned forward, her booming laughter nearly deafening
him. His senses overwhelmed by his plummet and the incredible din, he
didn't even realize that his body was suddenly submerged in a large,
warm pool of dark liquid. It wasn't until the waters starting raging
and violently pulling him with it that he knew something was amiss,
and by then it was far too late. He was pulled into a new darkness
and fell for what seemed like miles before landing into an even
warmer body of water. The rumbles and gurgles that had frightened him
whilst standing within the navel were magnified enormously. But all
of these were dwarfed as he felt his suit being to literally melt off
of him. Knowing what was happening, he quickly sent a distress call
to the fleet, begging for them to come back and rescue him.
No response was given, and as the
acidic water leaked into his suit, filling his mind with terrible
agony, his last thought was wishing he had stayed with the
Mothership.
The desperate call for help did, in
fact, reach the fleet. The monitors on the Bridge were filled with
towering, curvy girls that were giggling and laughing and prancing
about. They heard bellies rumble, loud roaring belches, large rears
being smacked, inside views between mountainous boobs, the dirty
undersides of soles of shoes, ships being sat on, and more. The
customs of these strange, massive beings were beyond the
comprehension of the sterile, cold world of the high tech aliens.
But, with their incredible size, they were a force to be reckoned
with. Every party that had gone down to investigate the planet had
met a violent end and that was with humanity being completely
oblivious to their new visitors. Should they become aware, fighting
the humans would be a completely futile effort. The planet was
therefore deemed a hazard to avoid and the fleet continued on into
the dark vacuum of space, hoping to find a more suitable target to
invade.
As for Natalie Veronica's “Game
Night”, it turned out to be one of the best. Many more games were
played, each dotted with bouts of laughter that often resulted in
tears. Even Megan would go on to admit it had been an incredible
time. Everyone ended up spending the night and then the gang went out
to breakfast the next morning. Upon their return, the group sat and
talked for a little more before finally and slowly departing. Natalie
Veronica, hoping to do some cleaning before going on to shower and
prepare for an afternoon stream, would eventually rediscover a small
Recon Craft that Mandy had left on the table.
She held it up and looked at it again,
still struggling to remember where it had come from. Had it been a
collectible she had purchased? Maybe but she didn't have that many
collections and none of them involved spaceships. Whatever it was, it
had been flattened and broken by Mandy's ass.
Natalie favored it for a moment longer
before tossing it into the trash and heading off to shower.