Chapter #6Mean girl on a treadmill by: Cranko   The girl smirked down at you and said, “Is this a joke? How are you supposed to help me?” You blushed and replied, “Well, I think she wanted me to hold your, uh, chest off of the buttons so they’d stop getting pressed. I’m pretty strong for my size.” The girl raised an eyebrow, and said, “Alright, fine. Get under there.” But she didn’t raise her chest at all. You looked at the two huge breasts, each partially flattened against the dashboard, and said, “Uhm, could you lift your breasts just a bit?” The girl looked at you, annoyed, and said snootily, “Isn’t that your job?” You wanted the girl to give you a good review to impress Mira, so you took a step forward, and surveyed your situation. You couldn’t lift Mira’s boobs when she was naked, but you figured that maybe this girl’s tank top would help support some of the weight.
Each breast was gargantuan, and from their position on the dashboard they were like big walls of flesh, curving up and away from you. You bent down and stuffed two hands underneath the girl’s soft left boob. You pulled upwards, and managed to push some of her flesh back. You pushed your hands further beneath her skin, and straightened your back, creating a space between the dashboard and her breast. You carefully lifted and pushed her flesh upwards, and leaned towards her breast. By this point, you were holding back a giant mound of her breast; if you let go, it would fall forward like an avalanche, crushing you. Fortunately, you were strong so you managed to push more and more back, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself unable to lift anymore. You looked up, and there were piles flesh spilling over top of your hands. You had managed to support the front portion of the girl’s breast, but you were starting to tire. You weren’t sure how to proceed, and after waiting for a few seconds the girl asked, “What’s taking so long? Are you ready?” and wiggled her chest in anxiousness. This shifted the weight on top of your hands, and suddenly you couldn’t hold her boob’s weight back anymore. You fell onto your back as her breast rolled forwards, flattening you into the dashboard as its weight dispersed.
The girl saw her breast fall forward onto you, and felt you getting squished beneath her giant bosom. She giggled at first, liking the feeling, before she said, “Ok, fine. I’ll stand up and make it easier for you.” She stood, enough to lift her breasts mostly from the dashboard. You slowly got to your feet, and were about to stand up and stretch, but you bumped your head into something soft. You looked up and realized you were beneath the giant overhang created by this girl’s boobs. “Now, I’ll need you to hold up both of them, just enough so that they don’t touch the control panel. Okay?” the girl spoke down to you. You shouted up, “Okay! Just let me get into position…” you shuffled around in a crouched stance, heading towards the girl’s cleavage. The girl’s boobs rose slightly, and you stood up, thankful to have the extra space, but then they dropped back down, smushing against your head, and you realized the girl was just taking a deep breath, making her chest rise and fall. The girl felt something bump into her breast and she asked, “What’s taking so long? Are you feeling me up?” and she bounced her breasts up and down once, letting them smash into the dashboard, squishing you momentarily beneath their weight. When she lifted her chest back up, you peeled yourself from her breast and shouted, “Just wait! I’m trying to find a good spot to support you.” The girl rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, making sure you heard her.
Finally you came to a slight indent in the cloth covered flesh above you, and figured that was the space between the girl’s breasts. You put an arm out to either side of you, each hand lifting a separate breast, and stood upwards. Your head poked into the cloth and stretched upwards without resistance for barely an inch before you felt your head getting wedged between two mounds of soft skin. You raised your arms, pushing as hard as you could, until you had pushed most of the girl’s huge breasts up and barely past your shoulders. That was as far as you thought you’d be able to support them as she walked. A lot of their weight was being supported by her chest or the tank top, which was your only saving grace. If the girl leaned forward at all, you’d be crushed.
You shouted up “Ready!” and the girl said, “About time! Here we go.” And she pressed the on button. Slowly, the treadmill wound up to walking speed, and the breasts above you started to bob up and down at a quickening pace. After a few seconds, the girl was walking steadily but not too fast. Her breasts strained at her tank top, and every time her foot landed on the tread, her breasts would bob downwards, trying to fall against the control panel. You, however, stuck between her two massive tits and the panel, were the only thing keeping them from falling farther. Their weight would mash against your hands, arms, and head, until her flesh was pouring around your upper body, and filling every space around your head, before the girl would rise back up and her breasts would get pulled off of you. That was your moment of rest before they came crashing back down on you.
The girl enjoyed the feeling of your body being compressed beneath the weight of her breasts, so she snuck a finger beneath her breasts and pressed button that increased the treadmill speed. She started walking a little faster to keep up, and her breasts started bobbing more and more. Slowly, you were pummeled under an increasing amount of weight as she kept increasing the speed. Soon, her breasts were falling so far that you had to kneel to keep from being completely smothered by their mass. You weren’t able to keep her breasts completely off of the panel, and at one point her breast slammed into you, crushing you against the plastic and pressing the speed button. Suddenly the girl had to start jogging to keep up, but she didn’t care this time; she was just having fun letting her bouncing breasts squash against the panel every time they fell, landing on either side of you and crushing you underneath their weight.
Eventually, the girl had gotten tired and slowed the machine down to a gradual walking speed. She carefully rested her breasts on the panel, making sure not to press the button with them again. Her breasts were squished against the panel, totally covering you. You were exhausted, and being smothered by the girl’s two jiggling boobs. Each breast squeezed you against the other one as they jiggled back and forth on top of you, in sync with the girl’s steps. The girl savored the feeling of your tiny body beneath her chest, and tried to let her breasts roll back and forth across the panel (and you) as much as she could.
Finally, you heard Mira’s voice. The girl on top of you was cheerfully talking with her, and after a few minutes of chatter, you felt relief as her breasts rose off of the panel. She stood back, and you slowly got to your feet. Mira giggled as she saw you revealed from beneath the girl’s titanic bosom, and asked her, “So, did he do a good job?”
Option A: "Oh yes, he was a big help! Could he help me with some other machines?" (you win the bet but she keeps you for now)
Option B: "No, he could barely keep my breasts up." (you lose the bet)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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