This choice: With him trapped between her breasts, she gets back up, carrying him with her... • Go Back... Help? Oh, of course! I'll help myself to you, Greg." She looked down at me and winked, but her yellow eyes were predatory. She knew she was dominant right now.
Oh no...best to play dumb. "Uh, what do you mean Miss Delilah? I can't finish applying sunblock--"
"If you're stuck there?" she finished. "Don't worry about that. I've changed my mind: no sunblock duty for you. I'll just keep you instead."
Keep me? Like a pet?
...Jesus. Turns out she "liked" humans as little playthings, not as equals. This wasn't good.
The prospect of being a slave to this amorous rhino giantess made me shiver. "But...but...you're being a little rough," I stammered, trying to stay calm. "I don't want to be a pet or anything, I'm not into that stuff!"
Delilah giggled and looked down at me. "Have a little faith, Greg! I know how to be a good hostess, especially when my date--or pet--is as cute as you. Besides, you're getting a first-class seat!"
Before I could protest, she winked and pressed her knockers together, enveloping me in squishy-but-rough rhino boobs. When she let go, I was pinned even worse against her chest, unable to move my limbs. I was trapped. "Oops," Delilah said in a tone that proved she'd done it on purpose. "Oh well, at least you're safe in there; can't fall out!" She winked again and stood up, giving me one last sultry look before sauntering off to wherever. Each step made her breasts bounce, with me battered from all sides.
...And she wasn't just teasing, there was NO way gravity could save me. I was buried deep between her ample boobs, immobilized against her chest. No way was I gonna fall out, unless she went completely upside down. I couldn't slip out, either: her bikini top was strapped tight, leaving no gap for me to slide through. It was the perfect boob-based prison.
Had she planned this?
Delilah took her sweet time walking around. Every step made her breasts bounce, tossing me between them and getting me squished, me over and over againto the boardwalk. "Now, where to go for our little date?" Delilah mused, not looking at me. "Since you put me in charge of our date like the little gentleman you are, I hope you don't mind if I pick a place that caters more to my tastes. Is that alright?"
"Mmph!" I yelped, muffled by her entrapping boobs.
"I can pick ANYTHING I want? Thank you, little guy!" she said, making up her own answer. She ignored my struggles and strolled along the boardwalk for a long while before she found a milkshake stand. "Oh, perfect! I could use something to cool off from this heat!" Humming a tune, Delilah sauntered up to the milkshake stand....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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