"Grats! Time for a sweet reward!"
As you'd won another battle in the ever-shifting cosmic game, battling other heroes... A blue-nailed hand plucked you in, from a portal to a fourth dimension. An unearthly crackling sounded, like electrical energy discharging in every direction, the barriers between worlds grinding...
Actually, that was just crunching.
Tossing comets and asteroids into her luscious lavender lips like popcorn, Galacta was in this space with you. She WAS space. Her deep, dark cleavage seemed deep as the cosmos themselves. Constant motion on either side made sweat trickle down, the sounds of twin Milky Ways sloshing on either end. And high above, forming an entire sky, the looming purple hat with twin horns.
"Oh! My bad!" She sputtered with her mouth full, glowing eyes wide past the facemask. "Power Cosmic and Outerversal Physics get funky when Doom's messing with the timestream, would you believe it...? Would you believe 'It's a Canon Event', then?"
She stared for a moment, biting her finger as she finished off a meteorite. "Anyway, big props on that last battle! You've been fighting so hard for the stability of realms, and it's keeping the Watcher happy... So I pulled a string or two, cashed in a favor, reached in the margins of a panel, and brought you here! Let me pluck you outta my tatas, and we can discuss it."
As the cosmic entity's looming finger and thumb reach into the opening, the planetoids on either end rotate, moving apart. It's only now, with the coolness of this interdimensional void space beating on your face, that you realize how WARM Galacta's chest is. You find yourself squirming deeper in - away from her reach, and into her chest's depth.
"Oh? You want... To stay there? Earth Man you wish to remain at the bosom of the planet-eater's daughter?"
Her expression indicates shock, and the booming of her voice echoes in your ears. You prepare for divine retribution from the immortal, collosal entity - bracing your body as her tits rumble.
"Oh sheesh thank ETERNITY." She breathed out a quick sigh, and her shoulders instantly dropped several meters down. In this relaxed state, even the tits around felt like they had a heftier weight to them. "You would NOT believe how many people want me to actually EAT them. Like HELLO? I'm not sure all your gut bacteria are okay with it! I don't know how well I can put you back together! What if I get addicted, when I'm THIS far into my diet? And I was like, starting to wonder if it was some kind of subconscious Cosmic-Awareness-Hypnosis I was accidentally doing. Or like, if my daddy being such a bigshot made them want to suck up to me? Or if he set them up for this, trying to get me to see things his way? So there's this whole weird power imbalance aspect going on, too--"
She smiled widely in the middle of her monologue, taking deep breaths of the still air - and poking at your spot inside her canyon of bouncing boobs. "Boobs? Now boobs, I can TOTALLY get. It's just me, you, two tits, and allll the time you need out of the linear flow of time. Rest well, hero!"
Resting back, in a slouched pose with hands behind her massive hat, Galacta got a better look at your position - curiosity-stricken features peering over the fluff and ethereal glow of her necklace. In fact, the only thing providing any light in this otherworldly realm she rests in is the strange clothing. It gives a mauve halo over everything, a distant radiance on rounded horizons. And deeper in, the darkness is only more pronounced; almost soothing, with the absolute stillness. The only noises being the calming breaths; a slow trickle of milky water; and more water around - rain splattering on your head?
You wipe it off, and look up. It's drool. She hastily wipes wetness off her chin. "Ahahah, what? Drooling? Don't worry, I'm not hungry."
An unearthly GROAAAAAN emerges from the entity's stomach. You can feel the vibrations. It's powerful enough to make the juicy, teardrop-shaped tits bound. The boobquakes rumble, pushing you further into your ever-more-chaotic resting place. The heat is now scorching, this deeply pressed to her beating alien heart...
"Uh, heheh... I mean, not hungry for YOU. I'll just clean that up for you."
With a quick pulse of her high-tech suit, the spittle flew upwards. She'd remapped gravity. Now, you could stand and walk around either breast. The soft surfaces bore their own gravitational fields, letting your steps gently sink into their meaty expanse.
Galacta returned to flinging stray unpopulated space dust into her mouth, sprinkling it into it her mouth above. Before her was a projected image of the battlefield you'd just come from - with far more screens to the side. She shifted her eyes between each of them, and suddenly started cheering. "Good play!" It led to a shake of her boobs - bounding and quaking. You were sent up in a sudden burst - and then down - and bounced from one tit to another. Kept in their fields, you were ping-ponged from one to another.
Even this "rest stop" had its share of excitement. But why rush to get back? Time, gravity, even your own bodily limits had no meaning here, at the chest of the intergalactic announcer.