“What do you mean you don't carry it?! I see it right here on the app!” The customer glared at you over her expensive-looking sunglasses, waving her phone for emphasis. 

Is this damn mic working? You wondered with a sigh. You’d tried explaining it several times over the last few minutes but she still refused to listen. “Ma’am, as I said before, the inventory on the app could apply to any of our fifteen locations. This specific store may or may not have certain items in stock.”

The woman, a forty-something brunette, threw her hands up in frustration. Her summery blue dress billowed luxuriously as she stalked up to the counter. You didn't flinch, even as you found yourself engulfed by shadow. At just under an eighth of an inch tall, you’d learned early on that aggrieved patrons were always more bark than bite.

“This is ridiculous! I drove THIRTY MINUTES to give you my business and you're telling me to just go home empty handed?!” She boomed. At this point, you could barely see her face past the ridiculous blimp that was her chest. “Don’t you have a supervisor or someone you can check with?”

“Ma’am, she's just gonna tell you the same- H-hey!” You stumbled backward as your world began to darken even more. The woman was trying to lean over the counter. 

There was no hope of escape. You were entirely too small to evade a person that big moving that fast. Countless tons of soft weight landed on the glass countertop with a quiet blump. This lady was very well-endowed, a fact you had the misfortune of observing at point blank range. You were flattened as her bust spread wide under its own weight, covering several acres from your perspective. Mashed face-first into her chest, you could only imagine how ridiculous you’d look from the other side of the glass; a crumb of a sales associate smushed beneath one gargantuan tit.

On the other side of all that boob flesh, the customer seemed to have already put your existence out of mind. “Excuse me! Is there anybody back there for Customer Service??” She peered further over the counter to try and see into the back room, smearing her chest (and the tortured mite smothered by it) even further. Before you could even try to call for help, your mic snapped in two. To add insult to injury, the cut of her dress was a deep V, leaving you in direct contact with her heavy, pale skin.

The customer's mammoth bust quaked as she groaned. You cheered at the sound of her surrender, though your voice was entirely absorbed by a ceiling of tit. The woman snarled at Jen, declaring how stupid the advertisement was. How this rinky-dink store wasn’t worth her time. How useless the staff were. 

Buh-bye, bitch! You thought smugly as she peeled herself from the countertop … until you realized you were peeling away with her. All that time pinned against her warm skin left you firmly embedded in the doughy surface.

“Absolutely ridiculous!” The woman huffed as she marched out of the store. “What kind of ‘lingerie boutique’ doesn't carry F-size bras??”

“H-hey, wait!” You squeaked desperately, trying to wriggle free. “Lady, I’m stuck here! Heeeelp!”

Her next stomp sent your near weightless form soaring through the air. A countryside of plump skin then raced up to smash into you. Your body sunk into the plush landscape just long enough for the gigantic woman to take another step, sending you flying again. Her rage-filled stride caused her chest to quiver violently, turning it into a tumultuous sea of flesh for any puny thing unlucky enough to be caught amongst the waves. You were caught in the center of a birthmark right as she reached her luxury sedan. 

“This is exactly why brick-and-mortar stores are going away, you're better off buying online at this point!” The brunette monolith practically threw herself into the car before pulling the door shut.

The simple act of slamming the car door sent an ungodly amount of force through her chest. Too disoriented to know which way was up, you were rocketed from the side of her boob by the resulting shockwave. You ricocheted off its twin, only to be absorbed by the squishy embrace of more fat. Like a minute pinball, your body bounced into the gap between her breasts, the air growing more humid by the second. You could smell her flowery deodorant somewhere far away, overpowered by a haze of sweat. It took an unsettling amount of time to reach the point where her breasts met. 

You tilted your head back, trying to see the entrance of this fleshy cavern. It was hopelessly distant. Walls of skin too smooth to climb towered high above your position, pressing inward with each mighty inhale. Even further away, the underside of the woman's jaw loomed as she prepared to pull off. Her chest wobbled ponderously as she shifted into gear.

“Hey! Down here!” You wheezed, knowing it'd be impossible for her to hear you without a mic. Still, you had to try. With your lone free arm, you waved weakly for help. 

Miraculously, the woman's chin tilted downward. Her sharp gray eyes focused right on you. You were saved! Despite the disagreement earlier, you'd be more than happy to forgive her once she rescued you. Hell, you might even try and get her a discount-

“Ugh, damnit,” The woman pouted, bringing her hands up to her chest. “I could really use that support right about now …”

“Wha-!” Your cry was cut off as you realized what was happening. The woman wasn't looking at you, she was just glancing at her bust before she adjusted her top. She jostled it around, clearly dealing with an insufficient bra. The pale skin around you surged, squeezing in from both sides. A short shriek was all you could muster before you were swallowed. The last thing you saw was a single silver iris, looking down on you with contempt right before everything went black. 

Flesh. That was all you could feel. It was all you could smell. It was all you could taste. You felt like a mosquito trapped in amber. Except instead of being frozen in place, your prison wouldn't stop jiggling. The constant rumble of the car sent seismic waves through the endless fat around you. Squelched neatly into a spread-eagle, all you could do was sulk in the sweaty abyss. Between the softness and warmth of your confines, you thought darkly that it might not be absolute torture. If nothing else, her tits make a half-decent mattress …

Right on cue, the humongous woman turned on the radio. Then she started singing along.

“Noooo!” You screamed into her skin, only to have your mouth filled with it as she jerked the wheel to take a sharp left.