Abby's Breasts Descending Upon Him!

In a cacophonous crash, Abby rolls over in her bed. Her subconscious motion jostled the seas of blankets - pulling them out from under Red. She's sleeping completely nude, sheets cascading down her mountainous, svelte form. Her three-inch brother barely has time to react, as both of her naked breasts turn with her; and press him like a steamroller.

Sssssscrunch...

"Argh, booby trap, booby trap...!" He groans, smothered in his sister's sweet snores. They were adorable before; but up close, they're more booming than thunder. The rumbling, up-and-down motion of her breath pushes him tighter against her full tits, into the softness of the mattress. Her skin is flushed and warm, making Red sweat profusely. The smooth, wet texture covers him completely, engulfing his diminutive frame in the tight cleavage. All around, he can smell Abby's perfume; the lingering wine and beer on her breath; and the bit of drool dripping from her lips, onto a puddle next to her cheek.

She's still sound asleep, smiling to herself. Her pulse is slow and booming, driving into her action-figure-sized brother's skull. The party gal mumbles softly in her sleep: "Hahahah... No more pudding, I'm fuuuull..."

Red can barely breathe under the crushing pressure of her jugs. He tries to push her towering form away; but despite his best efforts, his arms just sink into the heaving melons. They barely move at all, the skin simply receding... And bouncing back, flattening him once more. "Darnit, she's sleeping like a log..." He wiggles left and right, between the walls of warm flesh - trying to make his way out of his sister's sweaty cleavage. The perspiration across Abby's titanic tits washes over his body, giving it a little bit less friction.

"Heave!"

Slowly, he's able to make a bit of headway...

"Heave!"

His body's beginning to loosen...

"Heave--!"

He can breathe again...

...When suddenly, the sleeping titan squeezes her breasts in. Harsh pressure instantly assaults his ribcage. He can't move a muscle, while she rubs her chest up and down slowly. In only a few bounding jiggles, Abby's undone all his hard work.

She still snores peacefully, now moaning a little in her sleep. "Aww... What a tiny dick... *snore* ...Feels so ticklish..." Her stroking motion continues subconsciously, vigorously tormenting the minuscule man.

It hits Red like a ton of bricks; like a pile of sandbags; like a mountain range of tit. Abby is dreaming about giving a guy paizuri. Even in sleep, his sister is an expert at playing around with him.

"Wake up! -- oof!" His voice is muffled in her chest, while his sister's rolling, kneading, and massaging continues. Her soft, folding skin prods, smooshes, and infliltrates every corner of his body.

If Red really tried, he might be able to wake her up. But then, would she get the wrong idea - thinking he was a bug, or acting out some sort of perversion? He could always lie still, and hope for her titty-fucking dream to end. However, he'd have to brave many more bounces and crushing rolls for that. Maybe, he could find some other way to escape her gargantuan frame... But then again, if he made her any wetter, this **** might get even more dangerous!

Abby mumbles again, her sleep-talking rumbling through him. "Red... Oh my Goood, it's so reeeed..."