If I let Rachel escape with me, there was no telling how long I would remain the size of a small doll. Grabbing the edge of Rachel's top, I slowly pulled myself out of her cleavage. As I felt her breasts pushing against my back, I began to regret that I didn't get to enjoy them some more. My thoughts of hurt feelings were interrupted as Rachel pulled back abruptly, sending me flying face first into my mom's cleavage.
My mom's tits were a whole lot bigger than Rachel's, and I was a lot smaller compared to them. Mom's secretary had ample, but firm breasts. Karen on the other hand had large, but a little saggy boobs. I felt myself slipping, and in moments I had fallen deep within her cleavage. Pressed between two layers of warm, soft flesh, I struggled to get my bearings. Every direction I looked revealed more of my mom's tan skin. I couldn't even determine which way was up.
For some reason, she hadn't reacted to my wriggling so far. And although I should have been freaking out, I felt pretty comfortable being this close to my gigantic mother. The soft bass of her heartbeat calmed me down and I decided to take advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity to do some exploring.
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