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MIN, Not Maxed
Contains: size difference, shrinking, accidental/unaware, sweat, (armpit/butt/boob) crush/entrapment, cameltoe, vore, digestion (temporary)

You belonged to a party of 4 versatile members, each fitting their own important role in the group. Seronyn, or Sero for those close to her, was your group’s mage. The spicy, feisty, short woman was gifted in the arcane arts, both in the form of combat and spell casting. Her navy blue hair was done in a princess cut, consisting of short bangs in the front and long, straight hair that swished around behind her as the petite mage bossed her party members around. Contrasting the rude spell-caster was Eline, the kindhearted dancer who tried her best to be polite and gentle to those around her. Her role as a dancer was to rejuvenate tired or fallen allies, apply buffs or stat boosts, and look good while doing it. The pink-haired dancer had a generous, immaculate physique, and wore a skimpy, flowy outfit that accentuated it. Your party’s tank was a barbarian named Vaelga. The big, burly, ginger woman boasted incredible defenses despite her armor only covering about 30% of her body. She was a total meathead, rather rough around the edges and often didn’t know her own strength, but she had a good heart.

A tank to frontline, a powerful mage, a dancer to assist party members, and you, a hero to lead the group. You adventured with the three for a while, taking on quests and fighting alongside your party members for quite some time. You had all grown a lot together, but something was beginning to change…

Lately your group began to feel less balanced, mostly due to how everyone had been scaling. You started falling behind as your party members’ stats skyrocketed. Should’ve invested more in your luck stat. Vaelga and Sero both outdamaged you, while Sero and Eline both had access to better ally buffs and enemy debuffs. Your party’s mage took it upon herself to “make you more useful” regardless of your opinion on the matter. She began concocting a potion made to better min-max your stats, a task thought impossible by most magic users.

“Pinch of lizard’s foot, ground ogre tusk, a drop of honey…” Seronyn tossed various seemingly random objects into her boiling cauldron as she muttered to herself. You were a bit worried… “Relax, you don’t REALLY need the Witch class to do brewery, ESPECIALLY when you’ve got a mage as powerful as me!” The short woman threw several more magical items into the colorful concoction before reading a phrase from one of her grimoire. A bright flash of light erupted from the cauldron, and by the time you’d rubbed the magic dust from your eyes there was a glass beaker being thrust into your face.

“C’mon, hurry up and try it!” Sero urged with an excited look on her face. You looked to your other two party members, who gave a thumbs up and a nod of approval.
Bottoms up…
You downed the strange concoction in three long gulps, and in an instant you felt it kick in. You felt strange, overcome by a tingling sensation that covered you head to toe as your stats began to change from the inside. You blinked and instantly you were on the ground, shadows cast over you by your party members looking at you with varying levels of concern on their faces.
“You sure that wasn’t poisonous?”
The world was spinning…

You blinked again and they seemed WAY further away…
What the fuck…? Their expressions of mixed concern were replaced with complete and utter shock. Your group’s dancer piped up first.
“Uh, Sero, is that…?”
“No, Eline, that was NOT the intended potion affect. UGH! This is gonna take FOREVER to figure out!” The ground quaked as Sero angrily stomped her feet out of frustration. You watched as towering blades of grass were easily flattened by the mage’s open-toed sandals during her fit of rage.
“…Ya couldn’t have tested it on something first?” The tank spoke up.
“I don’t see YOU finding ways to make Hero useful!” The two began bickering while you lie there on your back dazed, confused and half an inch tall.

Eline carefully picked you up, giving you a sense of your new scale. Her once-dainty digits could now easily overpower and move you with ease, which she demonstrated by plucking you up between her thumb and index finger. “Um, guys? We should probably get going if we want to make it to town by nightfall…” The barbarian tank and short-statured mage both quit their arguing for a moment.
“…We’ll figure out how to fix this tomorrow.”
“Well, ‘least lodging is cheaper for the time being!” Vaelga chuckled as she began helping pack up the campsite. The group gathered their things and marched off to the nearby town in search of food and a proper place to spend the night.

With no pockets in sight, the three took turns carrying you as they walked. You got a deeper feel for your party’s personalities through the way they held you. Sero was spastic and careless when compared to Eline’s careful, gentle grasp, meanwhile Vaelga’s attempts at being careful were futile due to her strength and sheer size. They all meant well, but you weren’t sure this was the safest group to be stuck with at this size…

During one of Eline’s “carry Hero” shifts, your party was attacked by a band of goblins! She needed her hands free so she could wield her daggers for the short and sudden fight, and with your safety in mind she panicked. She didn’t have any pockets, if she put you in her top you may slip loose from her chest bouncing around and get hurt… She couldn’t put you in her bottoms, that’d be far too embarrassing! Maybe her mouth? No, what if she bit you, or accidentally swallowed you! She didn’t have time to consult with you on the matter, and made a split second decision that she deemed safest for you.

In the sudden panic, the usually-gentle dancer gripped you firmly. You were propelled through the air to a destination unknown to you. “Sorry, sorry!” Was all you heard before it dawned on you where you were going. Eline lifted her arm, exposing her smooth, sweaty armpit to the cool afternoon air.
No, no no no no NO!
You put your hands up and braced yourself for impact, knowing it’d make no difference in the matter. You were pressed into the hot, sweaty pit, held firmly against it by an index finger guaranteeing you’d be mashed as deep into the crevice as possible. Her arm lowered, sealing you in the dancer’s stuffy armpit before her finger retracted, leaving you there.

The atmosphere of Eline’s armpit was absolutely hellish. In contrast to the sweet dancer’s gentle disposition, the sweltering heat and thick layer of sweat made the crevice unwelcoming and uncomfortable. You were squeezed tight by her arm, a deliberate action by Eline out of fear that she’d accidentally drop you. Any movement from the arm that trapped you in place resulted in you being smeared against the inner walls of Eline’s tight-clamped armpit.

You remained trapped there for the entire duration of the battle. After your party successfully defeated the goblins, Eline lifted her arm to check on you. You felt the cool breeze flow over you once more, your first breath of fresh air in quite some time. You were adhered to the swampy pit by a thick layer of sweat that coated your whole body “Sorry, Hero… Let me just…” Eline tried her best to remove you as gently as she could. Her “gentle” approach was to press down on you with an index finger and slide you away from the center of her armpit, dragging you through several inches of soaked, sweaty pit. She held your exhausted form in front of her face, and felt a bit bad about your pathetic state.

The afternoon heat had settled in, and Eline was kind enough to cover you with her free hand to provide you with shade. Sero removed her cloak, revealing a tight bodysuit that hugged her slim figure and surprisingly wide hips. Vaelga fanned herself with a map.

“Eline, gimme Hero, it’s my turn to carry them.” Both you and the dancer were surprised by this, as it was very out of character for the bratty mage to go out of her way to do things for others. “Sure, Sero. Just be careful, they seem really tired after that last fight…”
“Tired!? Hero didn’t even do anything!” She snatched you from the dancer’s palm with one hand, and reached for her staff with the other.
“Check this shit out,” she declared, aiming the twisted end of her staff at you. You felt yourself raise from her palm, as if lifted by a gentle breeze. “Pretty neat, huh? And I can make it automatic!” Her enthusiasm made a lot more sense, now that you knew she just wanted to test some new spells on you.

You didn’t complain much though, since things were going fairly smoothly… When she cast the spell to automatically carry you, it caused you to slowly orbit around her. The path you traveled along was a bit unstable, and you’d occasionally bump into things if she moved in certain ways or someone crossed paths with you. It was slow enough that you wouldn’t get dizzy from the constant movement, but you preferred the safety you felt from being carried by one of your party members.

The group trudged along, with you now slowly orbiting the short mage. “Woah, lookit those!” Sero excitedly pointed to some magic mushrooms growing not far off from the path they walked. She marched over to inspect them, crouching down to get a closer look. You unwillingly went along with her, and realized the danger you were in from her current position. Her lowered center of gravity messed up the spell’s natural path, and the now-destabilized magic’s movements were unpredictable!

You watched in horror as the spell slowly brought you straight toward Sero’s ass crack! Sero… Sero!!!!! Your cries for help fell on deaf ears as she eagerly inspected the glowing fungi. She was bent over on her hands and knees, fully exposing her wide ass. Her bodysuit dug deep into the wedge between her soft cheeks, a crevice you feared you’d soon be forced to explore. First you prodded her left cheek, gradually pushed into the meaty wall by Sero’s spell. She wiggled her hips a little as she hummed to herself and picked mushrooms. Unfortunately for you, the slight wiggles were all you needed to be eased into the deep crevice between her cheeks. The trajectory of the spell brought you to the deepest depths of her crack, forcefully pushed into the thin fabric pressed right up against her pink pucker.

You could make out the wrinkles and indents of her butthole through the fabric, and were grateful that her spell didn’t move you with enough strength to push through the only thing between you and her asshole.
“Frickin’ thing keeps riding up…” Sero muttered to herself, assuming the discomfort in her crack was just her deep wedgie and not her party leader. “Sero, let’s keep it movin’. Town’s still a couple hours away.” Vaelga urged the mage to carry on. “Alright, alright…” Sero begrudgingly grabbed a handful of mushrooms and stood up, ready to keep marching along. As she stood, you watched the colossal twin globes close in on you. Her ass jiggled to a stop, shaking you to your core and sealing you in her crack.

The party continued on, Sero not once checking in on you. She was so confident in her spell working perfectly that she didn’t even think about what could go wrong with it. You were ground up and pulverized between the mage’s fat ass cheeks with each step, forced to stew in the heat and perspiration that increased as the afternoon sun bore down on the adventurers. Eventually the gravitational pull of Sero’s spell had adjusted, and your trajectory was changed once more. It still tried to ram you forward into Sero, but now with a slightly lower angle. You were dragged along the inner depths of her crack, right into the crease where her bodysuit dug deep between her pussy lips. After a few minutes of slooooowly being flossed between Sero’s cameltoe, to slid free with a *FWIP* and returned to slowly floating through the air around the little mage.

Now free from the oppressive confines of Sero’s buttcrack, you were exposed to the dangerous new obstacles that were your party members. Sero’s transportation spell had no sense of boundaries, and so you would be thrown into and rubbed against the 3 women occasionally during their journey to the nearest town. At some point you were pressed firmly into Vaelga’s soft tummy. The full-figured woman was by no means fat, but carried a little extra weight compared to her petite and toned mage and dancer. “Hey, watch it,” she said, lightly pushing you away. You whirled a lap around Sero at an angle, and on the second loop around you slammed into Vaelga’s generous side boob!

“Sero, turn that stupid spell off!”

…

“Room, dinner ‘n ale for fou-er, three, please!”
Your party finally made it to the nearby city.

The usual routine of finding a tavern for dinner and drinks was much different when you were only half an inch tall. While the party DID save a few gold on meal and lodging expenses, it came at the cost of your safety and dignity. Your mouth watered as you watched Vaelga cut a massive slab of meat from her steak and set it on the edge of her plate for you. You ate to your heart’s content and barely make a dent in the huge cut of meat. Your party ate and drank as they usually would.
“Sho,” Sero spoke with her mouth full. “Whatsh it like being sho little?“ She pointed her fork at you as she talked, a casual gesture under normal circumstances that felt like a deadly threat at your current size.

You thought about it for a moment. Though you obviously wanted Sero to find a solution quickly, it was rather interesting seeing the world from this perspective. You climbed up on top of the piece of steak that Vaelga cut for you for added emphasis. Everything was a bit terrifying now, but with your party-
“You gonna finish that?”
Vaelga interrupted.
Huh? Your train of thought was totally derailed. Eline got up to use the restroom. Sero was still working on her meal, meanwhile Vaelga’s plate was completely cleaned save for the cut of steak you stood on.

Before you could answer, the woman’s colossal fingers were reaching for you. She picked up the piece of meat, throwing off your balance and leaving you dangling off the edge of it. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth, mouth salivating as her tongue readied itself to accept the delectable last bite of her meal (yourself included). She was just teasing, right? Obviously she’d never actually hurt you, but surely she realized how dangerous it was for you to be dangling this high up, right!? You and the steak were moving along a path straight towards her mouth. As you felt a gust of ale-tainted breath wash over you, you decided you’d take fate into your own puny hands.

Rather than wait and see what the buzzed barbarian had planned for you, you timed your actions and released your hold on the steak at the safest opportunity. That opportunity? The moment you were hanging directly above the huge woman’s gargantuan jugs. You slid deep into your tank’s cleavage with a smooth *fwumpf*.
“What in the Goddess’s name d’you think yer doin’?” The barbarian reflexively brought her biceps together, smashing her huge breasts together. *PLAP* The immovable masses of flesh closed in on you, compressing you deep in the valley of boobage. You tried clawing your way out of the seemingly endless valley of cleavage, but you felt no noticeable progress after expending all of your energy.

After you laid there for a moment, the sea of tit flesh was eventually parted by the barbarian woman’s meaty fingers. She fished you out from the deep depths of her cleavage and held you in front of her face. She took another long swig from her mug of ale, letting free a satisfied sigh after downing the last of the golden elixir. The look on her face and the red that flushed her cheeks told you she was hammered. Just how much had she been drinking?

“You seem tired, wanna drink?” She didn’t wait for a response before hovering you above Eline’s half-full mug, and promptly dropping you into her ale.
*PLIP*
“I doubt Eline’ll mind sharin’ with you.”
The barely-noticeable sound of you dropping into your party-member’s alcohol was easily drowned out by the ambient chatter of the tavern.
You managed to resurface above the sea of alcohol, choking down several mouthfuls of the stuff on your way up. During the whole ordeal, Sero was so focused on devouring her baked potato that she was clueless about the predicament you found yourself in just across the table.

Eline returned, blissfully unaware of your current struggles. She took a few bites from her food, and was unable to hear your frantic shouts from within her mug. The ocean of alcohol you desperately treaded in sloshed around violently as she lifted her mug. You desperately swam away from where the current took you as she tilted the mug to sip from it. Soft, pink lips appeared on the horizon, spelling certain doom for you if you managed to be swept up without her noticing. Luckily Eline only drank for a moment before setting her mug back down…

“Hey, Vaelga, you want to finish the rest of my ale?”
The barbarian woman nodded and flashed a happy smile as Eline slid her mug towards her.
“Where’s Hero?”
“Uh,” Vaelga paused for a moment, just before her lips hit the edge of the large wooden mug.
“Derdn’t you, *munch* drop erm in yer *gulp* titties?” Sero said between large bites of potato.
“Oh, yeah, yer right. I’ll fish ‘em out when we head up to the room.” The drunk barbarian totally forgot where you were!

The mug sloshed viciously once more, this time tipping at a much harsher angle as Vaelga prepared to chug the remaining contents. You tried your hardest to swim against the current, but were no match for the large volume of liquid being poured directly down Vaelga’s throat.
VAELGA!
VAELGAAAAAA!!!
*GLUG*
*GLUG*
*GULP*
All your effort, undone by gravity allowing her drink to flow down her gullet. Your voice, easily drowned out by the sounds of her swallowing. You were swiftly carried to her gaping mouth, and forced to watch as the dim light of the tavern disappeared, replaced by the cruel darkness of Vaelga’s insides. She had unknowingly swallowed her party’s leader alongside the last of Eline’s ale, dooming you to stew in her full belly alongside her meal.

“Puahhhhhh! That hit the spot!” Vaelga sighed happily after downing the remainder of Eline’s ale. The three made idle chit chat as the night wore on, and eventually all made their way up to the room they had rented for the night. Vaelga drunkenly stumbled in and tossed herself face-first onto one of the beds. “Uh, should you be doing that with Hero…?”
“Mmmyeah, yerright…” She lazily rolled over onto her back. Her armored top was strained by the fat boulders hanging off her chest, a testament for how tight-squeezed you were when they held you. “Let me just…” Eline carefully undid the buckle that clasped the barbarian’s top together, popping open abruptly and revealing the sweaty space between her boobs.

“Wuh- Hero’s not here!” Eline panicked when you weren’t revealed from between Vaelga’s huge tits. By then you were long gone, nothing but mush to be absorbed as calories for the barbarian. “Relax, I’ll cast a location spell. Just gimme a sec…” Sero raised her staff and chanted a few magic words. A dim glow began to emanate from Vaelga’s soft lower abdomen.
“…”
“…”
“…did…”
“Yeah, she definitely ate Hero…”
Sero pinched her nose in frustration. “How the HELLS did you eat our hero you FAT BITCH!?” She slapped Vaelga’s soft tummy several times, eliciting a grumble from the barely-conscious barbarian.

“Mmmnwhywould I dothat…?”
“I dunno, you tell me, dumbass!”
“Hehhhhhhh…”
Sero sighed heavily. “I can res ‘em. Just… Just let me know when you need to “go,” got it!? Eline, help me keep an eye on her. If she shits in the woods and forgets where she went, Hero’s gone for good.”

You were in for quite a rough adventure…

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HERO DISPOSAL
Contains: size difference, post-vore disposal, scat, revival

After being accidentally swallowed by your party’s tank, you were quickly digested and absorbed as a mere few calories among the huge meal she had eaten. Sero swore she could revive you, but doing so would require her to find your remains.

And so, the following morning Sero and Eline both kept a close eye on the hungover barbarian woman. They had packed their things and hit the rode again, until a little ways down the path Vaelga felt a rumbling disturbance in her bowels.
“Uh, I gotta…!” She quickly headed

into the woods, and the other two followed close behind. Vaelga found a well-covered area and popped a squat, pulling her tight bottoms down over her wide hips and soft rear. Sero and Eline watched closely to make sure they found your skeletal remains among the barbarian’s

bowel movement. Though she was by no means shy, Vaelga would typically have protested being watched as she shits in the woods if she weren’t so hungover and didn’t have to go as bad as she did. “Ugh, hng…” Slowly, a huge log eased its way free of the barbarian’s asshole.

“I think Hero upset my stomach…” Vaelga held her soft midsection as it gurgled, somehow blaming YOU for the tummy ache she was dealing with instead of the copious amounts of meat and ale she had the night before. She grunted as the huge, dense turd was gradually forced

out from her bowels. Sero plugged her nose and scowled as she and Eline inspected the mighty log for any signs of you. Part of her questioned how worth it this even was. She sat and contemplated her life choices until her thoughts were interrupted by Eline shouting from the

opposite side of Vaelga. “Oh, oh! I see ‘em! It’s Hero!” She pointed at the wide stool currently being slowly pushed out of Vaelga’s stretched hole. Sero squinted and, sure enough, there she saw your skeletal remains packed into Vaelga’s stool. “Ugh, I can’t believe I’m

being forced to use my magic on a pile of shit…” She tilted her staff forward, careful not to bring it too close to the action.
“Um, Sero, don’t you think we should-“
“Quiet, I need to focus!” She snapped. Eline’s concerns were silenced, and Sero went about casting her

resurrection spell on you. You felt a strange burning sensation at your core, and suddenly you were able to open your eyes. You were alive! Though you were thankful that Sero managed to revive you, you felt less and less thankful as you took in your surroundings. You were

trapped half-embedded into Vaelga’s firm shit, just as it was being released from her wrinkled asshole. They couldn’t have gotten you out of here first!? Or at least waited until Vaelga was done!? “Well I’ve done my fair share, you guys deal with the rest.” The rude little

mage stood up, deciding she wanted nothing to do with the remaining extraction process. “I’m gonna start setting up camp for lunch.” And with that she was gone. You watched as Vaelga’s asshole flexed, shoving out more and more of the seemingly endless log of shit that you

were packed into. “Wait, Sero!” Eline called for the mage, but she kept on walking. “It’d be so much easier for you to use your displacement magic and pull Hero out!”
“That’s a funny way of saying ‘thank you Sero for saving the day again!’ Hero’s lucky I didn’t leave them

to be buried and forgotten in Vaelga’s shit! Magic is a special gift, and I’m not gonna sit here and use it to play around in Vaelga’s turd!” She stomped off. Eline frantically looked around for some way to get you out, but figured the best course of action would be to

at least let Vaelga finish first. The fat log of shit that you were trapped in finally made contact with the ground, slowly falling to one side like a felled tree as Vaelga kept pushing. You were thankful that it landed with you face up, as being smothered or crushed by

your tank’s bowel movement immediately after being revived would be very unfortunate. A moment after the huge turd landed with a thud, Eline had prepared herself to extract you. “Don’t worry Hero, I’ll have you outta there in no time…” She had a makeshift mask over her

mouth and nose, and held two small twigs as her instruments of choice. Just before she could reach in to save you, Vaelga’s pink pucker let out a fart that shook you to your core. “W-wait, Vaelga-“ The barbarian resumed her bowel movement, now shoving out a second, much

softer-looking log of shit.
“H-hold on! Just let me-“
“I… c-can’t…” The barbarian’s asshole clenched tight, but was ultimately forced open as a huge, soft turd rapidly evacuated itself from her intestines. You could only scream as you watched the massive shit descend

upon you. It landed with a soft *PAPF* and completely buried you in an instant. Unfortunately for you, it just kept coming. A huge, coiled pile of soft shit rested on top of you, courtesy of your clumsy Barbarian’s inability to hold it back. “Sorry…” Vaelga looked over

her shoulder and grimaced at the sight. You were nowhere to be seen, completely lost in the inhuman pile of shit left behind by the barbarian. The huge woman ate a lot, so it only made sense that she’d have equally large bowel movements… Eline sat there shocked, unsure how

to proceed. Were you even alive under there…? She carefully poked around the shit for a few minutes before calling it quits when she was unable to relocate you. “Hey, um, Hero…?”
…
Silence. You had no hopes of escaping from under the literal mountain of shit on your own.

Your vision slowly faded as the life was crushed out of you by Vaelga’s massive bowel movement.
…
“What do you MEAN she shit on top of Hero!???” Sero came stomping over after Eline informed her of what happened.
“GODS DAMNIT! Are you serious!? Do you realize how much mana

that resurrection spell uses!?” She angrily pointed her finger at Vaelga who was nervously chuckling and scratching her head. “Hero’s gonna have to wait til tomorrow. I get all light-headed when I use that much mana in a day.”

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TO THE INN
Contains: size difference, boob crush, sweat, underboob, clothing entrapment, nipple play, puffy/pierced/inverted nipples, huge boobs and small boobs, accidental and intentional boob stuff, nipple-on-inverted-nipple action

“Look, I’m sorry, alright!? I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of it, mistakes happen! Besides, the second one wasn’t really even my fault!” Vaelga was “apologizing” to you in possibly the least sincere way. Downplaying the events of the past two days really showed her perception of what you went through. “I’ll make it up to you!” Standing in her palm, the stern look on her face told you she really meant it. Even if she wasn’t good with her words, it seemed Vaelga did genuinely want to make things right.

“I know! I’ll share my bed with you!”
“Woah, Vaelga, wouldn’t that be a bit…”
“No, not like that! This region is known for its freezing nights. I’ll make it up to Hero by shieldin’ them from the cold evening weather. I’ll even start now, that way they don’t get too chilly before we hit the inn!”
The sun was hardly setting, and you REALLY weren’t cold at all. The breeze felt quite nice actually, and-

Vaelga gripped the underside of her plated top and tugged up, displaying to you the wide, smooth expanse of sweaty underboob that she had to offer to you. Steam rose off the incredibly hot, humid region of boob that was presented to you. You nervously explained that honestly, you appreciated the gesture but you would REALLY enjoy being out in the open and enjoying th-
*PWAPF*
Vaelga had slapped her hand (with you on it) against the underside of one of her blimp-sized tits. She smeared it around, rubbing you along every inch of sweaty underboob until her hand retreated and left you in the deepest depths of her boob’s shadow.
“Uh, Vaelga, what are you…?”
“Oh, Hero seemed cold, keepin’ ‘em warm!” “I just think-“
“Yup, I think Hero’ll thank me later too!”
She released her firm grip on her top, letting both titanic titties slam down and totally sealing you in place. Eline didn’t have the energy to argue with her meathead party member. You’d be fine… right?

The sheer pressure you felt from above had you flattened like a pancake, smothered within the sweaty yet sweet-smelling crevice that was Vaelga’s underboob. You felt the world tremor around you as her bust bounced with each step. It was certainly warm, so much so that you felt like you’d pass out. Your low stamina stat wasn’t doing you any favors. The overwhelmingly harsh atmosphere wore you down, and in no time you had passed out.

…

You woke to a muffled commotion, along with your underboob prison shifting around violently. Your party was in combat again! Suddenly you heard a resounding *SNAP* and you felt some of the pressure on your hot and humid holding place decrease. Just what was going on out there?

After a bit more shaking and bouncing around, you felt a slight breeze as Vaelga’s huge boob slowly lifted off of you. You were a sorry sight for your party members to lay eyes upon. Drenched in sweat, plastered to the underside of one of the barbarian’s meaty tits, and were absolutely exhausted.
“Told ya they’d be fine!”
You and Vaelga had very different definitions for “fine.”
“Damn, your tits did a number on lil’ Hero.” Sero pointed and giggled as your puny body slowly began sliding down the glossy surface of the tank’s underboob.
“Vaelga, do you plan on walking around like that?” Vaelga deposited you into Eline’s gentle palm, and you soon understood what the dancer meant by her question.

During the fight with bandits, the leather buckle that held her tiny armored top together had been destroyed, leaving her huge breasts to sway free. The wide, soft mounds of her puffy pink areolae were totally exposed, save for the nubby, inverted tips that were stowed away inside. They slowly exposed themselves as they stiffened in the frigid air.
“Yer right, townsfolk might not like me walkin’ around like this…”
“She really has no shame…”
“Woah, Vaelga, I didn’t know you were pierced!” Sero pointed to a pierced nipple that now stood erect at the peak of Vaelga’s puffy areola. The mage couldn’t help but look down at her own rather flat chest in disappointment after staring for so long at Vaelga’s mighty bust.

The barbarian stood there for a moment thinking, hands on her hips with her tits out. She rummaged through her bag and found her solution: a torn, ragged spare cloth. “This’ll do!” She turned to Eline, gesturing for the dancer to give you to her. You didn’t have a chance to protest before you were dropped into Vaelga’s palm. She set the cloth on a nearby tree stump, and placed you on it. You knew where things were going, but no amount of convincing would change the barbarian’s mind that you needed to be warmed up by her body heat.

She leaned forward, allowing her meaty tits to swing pendulously above you. You snapped out of your hypnotic awe when she started lowering herself onto you. First her sensitive nipple made contact with you, knocking you onto your back and pinning you there. The pink nub was larger than you, and easily held you down in place. You couldn’t even wrestle a woman’s nipple with your full strength… Vaelga’s heavy boob continued to lower, flattening out against the tree stump and further smushing you in the process. She tugged either end of the fabric up so she could tie it behind her back, pulling you right up against her massive chest as firmly as she could.

“Tada!”
Vaelga rose up to present her “fix” to her party members. The fabric was BARELY wide enough to cover her areolae, the pink edges occasionally peeking out above and below her top when she moved. Her tits seemed to overflow past the fabric. Your outline was clearly visible smashed up against her firm, pierced nipple. The top creaked as it was strained by the barbarian’s huge, heavy udders. The other two party members stared in awe. Your attempts at wiggling and squirming to show discontent were quelled by the pressure that kept you flattened against Vaelga’s nipple.

Once again your whole world bounced along with the barbarian’s huge boobs. Though it was still rather uncomfortable, it was an upgrade from the sweaty, stuffy, crushingly tight space that was her underboob. Now protected from the chilly wind by her makeshift top, Vaelga’s hard nipples were slowly deflating. With how tight the fabric had you smashed against her nipple, it felt almost like you’d sink in with it…
Wait! You WERE sinking in with it!
Vaelga! Vaelga!
She couldn’t hear your muffled screams with your face pressed up against her sensitive skin. Your desperate attempts to get her attention just felt like the slightest tickle against her nipple, which she’d long since gotten used to with you held so snuggly in place.

Your party kept walking, blissfully unaware that you were being swallowed up by their tank’s puffy inverted nipple! The heavy thud of Vaelga’s footsteps shook her breasts, which added extra force and helped shove you into the crevice of her nipple. The skin was very smooth and soft to the touch, and had a very pleasant sweet smell to it. As you were shoved the rest of the way into her inverted nipple, you became painfully aware of how tight the confined place was. Only one of your minuscule hands protruded from the sensitive mound of Vaelga’s inverted nipple. Completely immobile, you were forced to lie and wait until Vaelga decided to let you out.

By the time your party made it to their destination, they were absolutely exhausted. They were thoroughly fatigued from the long trek and frigid weather (besides Vaelga, who was very “well insulated”), so when they made it to town and saw the inn they’d be staying at they were elated. “Room for three, please!” Being in a rather cold area, the inn was kept nice and toasty for guests to keep warm.

Your party went about their various bedtime routines. Eline and Sero changed into pajamas, while Vaelga simply threw herself down onto her bed. They were all so tired that not even Eline had the consciousness to remind Vaelga to let you out.
You soon realized that you’d be spending the night in there as well…

You were woken up by lots of movement in the middle of the night when Vaelga sleepily got up to use the bathroom. Her precarious top had come loose and was lying somewhere among the blankets in her bed, but you lacked the strength to free yourself. You couldn’t push free on your own, and didn’t have the room necessary to move enough to stir her nipple into hardening. A woman’s nipple getting hard held more strength than you…

As you mulled over your thoughts, a sudden shift in gravity told you that your tank was returning to bed. In her half-asleep state, she walked over to Sero’s bed instead of her own. The inn’s comforting (if not overwhelming) warmth meant the mage could wear her usual sleep attire, which consisted of some skimpy boyshorts and a cropped t-shirt. The notoriously hectic sleeper was sprawled out on her back, one foot hanging off the bed with her pillow on the floor and blankets bunched up at the foot of the bed. In her restlessness, her small shirt had ridden up, exposing her perky, petite A-cup breasts for all to see.

Sero was stirred awake when she felt her bed creak and shift. “Wuh…?” She mumbled as she opened her eyes to find Vaelga straddling her on her hands and knees, eyes fully closed as she was in the motion of crawling fully over the little mage. “Wha- Vaelga, wrong bed…” The barbarian was too sleepy to listen. Her palms were planted on either side of Sero’s torso, while her soft tits swayed heavily above the now-blushing mage. Vaelga plopped herself down onto Sero unceremoniously. “Ack! G-get off! You’re all sweaty!” Sero spoke in an agitated but hushed tone in an attempt not to wake Eline.

Vaelga was already snoring… Sero was completely pinned by the much large woman. She wiggled around a bit to try and free herself, but all she managed to do was cause friction between her sensitive nipples and Vaelga’s sweaty udders. “Ugh, great…” Vaelga shifted around a bit in her sleep, positioning the fat areola that held you captive right above one of Sero’s hardened nipples. The dramatically smaller nipples were utterly dwarfed by Vaelga’s wide mounds, and easily poked their way into the slit of her inverted nipple. “Uh, hey…!”

Sero’s voice caught in her throat at the surprising amount of pleasure she felt from her nipple easing its way into Vaelga’s. “Does… Does this count as sex…?” You were woken again by the strange ongoing noises and motion. You watched in confusion and horror as Sero’s nipple invaded your already-cramped space.
What… The…
You didn’t know what to do. There was nothing you COULD do. You watched as the wall of pink flesh slowly shoved closer and closer to you, until eventually you found yourself smashed between two nipples. Unfortunately for you, the friction in Vaelga’s sensitive slit was enough to cause her nipple to grow erect as well, which meant you’d soon find yourself between two immovable walls of nipple.

“V-Vaelga, your nipple… It’s, it’s pinching…!” Sero couldn’t help but gasp as her sensitive nub was squeezed by her comrade’s encompassing inverted nipple. You were completely flattened between the two drastically different-sized nipples. The nipple sumo match went on for a while, grinding you so flat you thought you’d pop. Eventually Vaelga’s pierced nipple won, forcing both you and Sero’s nipple out of it’s tight embrace and steamrolling over you. Both you and Sero were thoroughly pinned by the huge barbarian woman (though, at MUCH different scales) and wound up spending the rest of the night beneath her.

When morning came, Sero was far too embarrassed to bring up what occurred overnight. She likely didn’t even know you were mixed into the nipple-on-nipple action, and was only made aware of your presence when Vaelga groggily rolled over off the mage, leaving you alone on the flat-chested woman.

“Ha, you’re so pathetically small from this angle!” She relished in the feeling of being (comparatively) large for once in her life. The short woman had somewhat of a Napoleon complex, and clearly enjoyed pointing out that now YOU were the small one. She didn’t seem embarrassed to be topless in your presence, either because of how long you’d traveled together or because you were hardly a person at your size. You stood on her flat sternum, right between the short, soft hills that were her breasts.

“Even MY tits must look huge to you at that size! All that teasing in the past, not so small anymore, huh!?”
You supposed they were sorta like little hills at this size…
She clenched her teeth and grumbled in anger. “You’ve got SOME nerve talking shit!”
Wait, you didn’t mean it as an insult, seriously! You really didn’t wanna piss her off, especially that early in the day. And now that you’d thought about it, yeah! They really did seem huge!
“Alright, now I KNOW you’re just saying what you think I wanna hear, asshole! We’ll see if you still feel like they’re not that big after I fuckin’ smash you between them!”

Sero reached up to grip her little A-cups and pushed them together. You flinched, preparing yourself to be sandwiched in an instant.
…
Her boobs couldn’t reach. They were too small to meet in the middle, leaving you standing safely on her chest as she attempted to squeeze her two little beestings together.

Her face grew beet-red out of embarrassment and frustration. “I don’t wanna hear a WORD outta you, shithead!” Her index finger swiftly came crashing down on you, pinning you down on her chest. She dragged her finger away from the center, swiping you from her bony sternum to the squishy mound of her itty bitty titty. Sero shoved you right up against her nipple, which quickly began hardening from the stimulation. “How’s THAT for little, huh!?”
You weren’t even talking shit! She smeared you against her now-stiff nipple, rubbing you in circles around the little pink mound. “Mh, that oughta teach you!” Her grip shifted, pinching you between her thumb and forefinger right up against her nipple. She rubbed her fingers together, twisting, mashing and rolling you together with the sensitive nub.

“Wha- *yawn* What was that…?” Eline seemed to have been woken up by all the ruckus.
“N-nothing!” Sero tugged her shirt down and sat up, realizing what it might’ve looked like if the dancer saw what she was doing. Her stiff nipple poked up against her thin sleeping shirt, its outline prominently showing through the fabric. Upon close inspection, it was clear that there was the outline of a little person clinging to her nipple for dear life. “I was just, uh, telling Vaelga to move. Yeah, she laid in the wrong bed in the middle of the night and had me pinned…” Eline was already falling back asleep by the time Sero was done explaining herself. “I’m gonna, uh, get ready ‘n start testing some spells.”
“Mhokay…”

Sero plucked you off her sensitive nipple and tossed you to her side towards the bed as she got up to get ready for the day. You landed on the very soft and VERY warm barbarian woman who was laid out on her back. Ironically you landed in the same place you had recently been standing on Sero, and took in the vastly different landscape around you. Two massive mountains sloped out on either side of you, and the ground felt a lot more cushioned than Sero’s bony sternum was. You decided to lay there for a little, finally able to relax comfortably for the first time in ages. Vaelga was a heavy sleeper and didn’t typically rise early, so you figured you were in a rather safe place for the time being.

A distant click sounded as Sero returned from the bathroom, now fully dressed and ready for the day. She almost walked past you and Vaelga, but when she saw where you were laying she knew she couldn’t pass up such a good opportunity. A devious, shit-eating grin crept across the little mage’s face as she leaned in closer to you. She gave you a wink before reaching for Vaelga’s huge, heavy tits.
*SLAP*
She slammed the barbarian’s hefty jugs together, thoroughly smashing you between them the way she had tried earlier that morning. She cackled to herself as she slowly parted the sea of cleavage to find your poor, battered self trapped within.
*SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP*
She repeated the action, smashing Vaelga’s breasts together and letting gravity part them over, and over, and over.

“Mh, Mr. Axe, no…” Vaelga seemed to be dreaming through the whole ordeal. “That tickles…” Sero released her grip on either side of the barbarian’s generous boobs out of fear of being caught. Feeling content that she’d taught you a valuable lesson, she turned to leave the inn for the day. As you gathered your bearings and watched Sero exit the room, you felt the soft floor beneath you tilt as Vaelga shifted again in her sleep.
She was rolling over!
You stumbled to your feet and attempted to run on the ever-shifting landscape of Vaelga’s skin, but it was no use.

The barbarian rolled onto her side, and gravity sent her huge boob crashing down on top of you.
*PLAP*
One breast lay heavily atop the other, with you sandwiched between them. You were immobilized by the sheer weight of the barbarian’s titanic titty. You were thankful that you could just barely breathe, but the crushing forced sapped your remaining strength and your consciousness eventually faded to black.