Set adrift in this sea of flesh, otherwise known as your boss’ heaving bosom, you struggle for survival anyway you can. The rhythmic, yet tortuous swaying of Melissa’s chest ensured that your entire body would feel the pressure coming from each of her colossal breasts. As the pressure shifted from one side to the next, you could feel a slight relief that would be followed by a relentless pressure. Your body sinks into the mountain of flesh, as if consumed by her entire boob, and are greeted by the palpable heat coming
from this enclosure. For a moment, your body feels completely weightless as your body is completely swallowed by the flesh of a single enormous breast. You gasp for air, only to choke on the sweat and salty, putrid air that remains in this flesh. You are then ripped from your prison and thrown into the adjacent mass of flesh, repeating the process once more. Every step this giantess takes, will send your insignificant form for a hellish ride.

The gentle laugh jiggle of her mounds gave Melissa some amount of relief, as the itch seemed to settle. Content with her results, she continued the process of gathering her change of clothes. As Melissa prepared to changed, she was almost certain she could feel that speck return to tease her cleavage. She could hardly concentrate with this sensation bouncing in the depths of her cleavage. “All right little crumb, you win! Momma’s gonna come in and find you!” growled playfully, as she stopped and raised her hand above her
mammoth tits.

Light was nonexistent, and your endless cycle titanic chest pummeling, hand beaten the senses out of you. It was then that your vicious cycle ended and you were placed at rest, bound by the flesh in this unforgiving canyon. The pressure had been unimaginable, but was slowly becoming tolerable. You heated, slimy walls slowly lighten their grip and allow the faintest increase of brightness to enter your torment. The light gives you a sense of hope, though it is removed the moment enormous probes entered the fray. The massive nails of Melissa’s pierce the divide and search for your impossibly tiny form. You attempt to latch onto this unpredicted savior, as a hope of extraction. You reach towards these fingernails while staring in awe at this monolithic Moses parting the great seas of flesh, as though he were God herself. The separation has its rewards, though they are extremely brief. Melissa must be tired of searching for you and is removing her incomprehensible digits. This would mean that the walls of flesh would be released, giving way to their terrible wrath. The walls began to spring back to their original position and draw closer to one another. The concluding impact would provide enough concussive force to damage your eardrums and deliver a devastating concussion. "CRRRRACCCKKKK!” the mountains collided with the force of Thor’s hammer,
leaving you motionless. The ocean of breast flooded your senses, making you venture through its seas once more.

Melissa scratched and rubbed her cleavage, looking to destroy or torture the crumb that would trouble her. As she smirked, she smelled her hand, and became aware of the stale stench between her breasts. She would be due for a shower, but her work day was incredibly long. With this in mind, she began to change into her spare pair. “It’s been a while since I have worn you, so it might take a little coaxing!” “Don’t worry, they all want give in me eventually!” she purred as she spoke to her pants in this eerie fashion. With her message delivered, Melissa began the arduous process of wrapping these puny pants around her dominating figure. The thickness of her legs and posterior would make this feat near impossible, but worth it to this shallow middle-aged  predator.

You gather your senses, and recover from the titular haymaker. The world was settling, though an audible roar penetrated the walls of your voluptuous hell. You decide that it’s time to struggle again. No one will find you in here, especially the owner of this mountainous landscape. You shake and squirm with no progress being made. Your arms are pinned, but you don’t give up hope. Suddenly, waves of flesh batter you miniature form and threaten to vibrate you into a pulp. The shaking tosses you about Melissa’s cleavage, sending you up the crevice that threatened to bury you. You focus on staying in one piece, while you rise to the top of this erupting divide. Light slowly pours in, until you have finally found daylight at the top. You are sent airborne, only to land on a land mass that feels like no other surface you have experienced. The ground gives, and threatens to consume you tiny body like quicksand. However, the softness is covered in a silky, yet gently wrinkled surface. You try to stand, but the vibrations are too fierce and cause your miniscule form to bounce across the surface. You are thrown from your flesh dungeon across the exterior of you boss’ breasts. You are ecstatic with the results, until you find yourself taking an unexpected bounce. You are not headed away from the dangers of this colossal woman; but back into them. The tone and color of this goddess’ skin has remained constant throughout your entire journey; with the exceptions of certain orifices. However, this area has black stalks, that glistened with a familiar fluid. The skin tone has brightened slightly, seeming pale in comparison. The ground seems treacherous, as it resembles the dunes of an endless desert, with the unforgiving vegetation of an expansive forest. You are propelled into your next destination, and land with the same finesse as an insect would land on fly paper.

With several labored pulls and jerks, Melissa’s new pants stretched across her bulbous behind. She had been pulling so hard, that her grip on her pants had slipped and caused her hands to fly upwards. The shirt she had been wearing was already tight, and did very little to cover any part of her arms. When raised, her arms caused the cloth of her top to retreat to her torso and leave her armpits completely bare. The sudden jolt from her arms was accompanied by a slight nuisance in one of her underarms. Melissa
instinctively lower her arms, smothering the injury in hair, stench, and flesh. She decides that she must have pull out an armpit hair, that accompanied the field of hairs left unkempt. Melissa took a moment to admire herself in the mirror and give her fantasy an epilogue. She stared at her thick figure, her enormous booty in particular, and thought “I can’t wait to give that boy a tour of a real woman!” “I just hope that little boy doesn’t get…overwhelmed by how much woman he will have to handle.” She cooed roughly at the thought, and gave herself a spank.