Measuring Mia

Mia blurted, “No problema, here!” The large girl reached forwards and for a second you feared another lung-crushing hug, but she only gently pushed you down into a chair. With you seated, Mia stuck a long leg out and kicked a stool over, before she plopped down across from you.

At first you were thankful to note that she had left at least a bit of space between your seats so you weren’t right up next to her this time, but then you realized that you had no chance of reaching across the distance. “I think you might be a little far now, could you come a little-?”

Mia obviously agreed because she began scooting forwards before you had even finished speaking. However, she didn’t stop even once she had spread her gargantuan legs to either side of the chair you were in. Watching the massive girl loom closer and closer, and wondering when she would stop, you mumbled anxiously, “...Mia?” Suddenly you felt a warm, heavy weight against your legs: Mia rested her huge muscular thighs onto your knees, pinning you to the chair beneath her. You looked up to see if she had noticed, but you only caught sight of her plump breasts wavering to a standstill nearly overhead. Though she had obviously meant for the two of you to end up at more equal heights, she still overshadowed you with ease.

Now that she was practically straddling you, Mia seemed satisfied, “Ah, this is much more comfy!” Once again Mia innocently twisted her hips to settle in, which tightly pulled your shorts against your sensitive erection. Caught off guard, you put a hand to Mia’s waist and attempted to push her off, but only got a handful of her perfectly smooth and warm flesh. Mia didn’t notice you wincing in frustration, but she definitely noticed your hand on her hip. Sitting up straight and craning her neck to see down past her cleavage, Mia grinned approvingly, “Is this better?”

You glanced down and noticed your cock pitching a tent between Mia’s soft thighs, which she thankfully couldn’t see since it was hidden beneath her bosom. What the hell were you supposed to do: admit she was nearly sitting on your rock hard dick? Ask her to please move her gigantic tits just a teensy bit away from your face before you shrunk because of the mad scientist crap you’d been injected with? Your voice wavered as you tried to look back up past Mia’s abundant chest, which blotted out the light from above, “It’s… fine. At least the sun will be out of my eyes.”

A tiny earthquake overtook Mia’s bosom, jiggling it around above you as she laughed, “Hahaa, pregos! Can you at least reach well enough to get my measurements now?” You winced a few more times as Mia’s shifting weight jostled your cock in the air, and tried to focus.

You reached up with the measuring tape, only to hesitate when you saw just how pitiful your arm-span was compared to Mia’s gigantic body. Her gigantic breasts swelled outwards above your head, and extended well beyond your shoulders at either side. You could get your arms around her waist, sure, but her chest? Fat chance. Even sitting “next” to Mia left her chest mostly above your eye level… Mia watched you with her big brown eyes, seemingly oblivious to these complications. You tried to explain, “I still can’t reach Mia, maybe if-”

Mia, panicking at the thought of another setback, hastily interrupted you, “Ah mannaggia! Does this help???” Mia hurriedly bent forwards, hoping to bring you closer. You let out a muffled squeak of surprise as the doughy underside of one huge breast plopped onto your face, pushing you all the way back in your chair until you had nowhere else to go. You tried to shift to one side, but you couldn’t even manage that, as Mia’s tit was far too heavy and her legs were locking your torso in place.

As her bosom settled over your head, Mia looked down wondered why you weren’t responding, though she smiled as your hands began softly pushing at her bosom from below (in your feeble attempts to breathe). She curiously watched one of your hands fumbling across her breast, before accidentally catching on her stretchy red tube top and sliding it upwards. As her heaving breast began to bulge and spill out, Mia’s smile only grew, “Scusa Tommy, is my top in the way? Feel free to remove any clothing you need!” Having given her approval, Mia helped pull her top the rest of the way, hefting her bosom from your face for only a moment. You had a split second to gasp for air before Mia’s naked boob spilled free and squashed over your entire face, settling with with a pleasant little bounce.

As her exposed nipple squashed across your mouth and cheek, Mia bit her lip and pretended not to notice. Your hands had gone back to pushing at her heavy chest from below but did little to actually shift her weight, leaving Mia to assume you were busy getting ready to measure or maybe just appreciating her bountiful figure... either way she was absolutely delighted. Mia’s nipple vibrated softly against you as she hummed cheerfully, “Remember what Zoe said, little ragazzo! We need molto accurate measurements, so don’t fool around too too long, okay?” You barely managed a faint, Nngh! that Mia didn’t even notice as she giggled to herself.

Totally unaware that you were hopelessly smothered beneath her, Mia began to fantasize about how cute her new outfits would be. Distracted by her fantasies, Mia began squirming restlessly, unintentionally dragging her heavy pink nipple back and forth across your face as she went.

**** to get Mia’s attention and signal that that something was wrong, you held your arms out and reached upwards. However since her literally giant rack was placed right over your head and shoulders, your arms only squished into her mountain of quivering flesh (and bulged her nipple against your face some more). In the end, after strenuously competing for space with the girl’s bosom, you just barely managed to get your hands around the curved sides of either breast.

Mia snapped out of her daydreams when she felt a lovely squeezing against her chest, and smiled smiled curiously at the sight of you “hugging” her round breasts from underneath. The Italian girl sounded quite pleased with herself as she cooed, “Oh? Is my little campione enjoying his tailoring work a little too much?” She was secretly hoping you’d have some cute one-liner prepared, or that you’d maybe compliment her again… anything so she’d have an excuse to give you a big, squishy hug as a reward. But you seemed rather quiet.

Mia watched your hands gesturing weakly as your arms sank into her soft wobbling skin, but she couldn’t figure out what you were trying to communicate. She also didn’t understand the quiet Mmffah! you let out against her nipple, until she saw that you still had the measuring tape loosely in one hand, and mistakenly connected the dots. “Ah! Did you want a helping hand getting measurements from Momma Mia?” She found it adorable that despite all obstacles, you were still making an effort to finish the job for her.

Very eager to help in any way she could, Mia gently plucked the little ribbon of cloth from your fingers and flung it around the wide circumference of her chest. Mia sat up straight to loop the tape around her back as well, finally separating her chest from you while she was busy. As her wobbling bosom peeled aaway from your face, you took a breath of air (full of her sweetly perfumed scent) and felt something tickle against the back of your head. What was…? Oh… In her haste Mia had accidentally hooked the loose measuring tape around you, right as she began to cinch it tightly around herself. You realized what was about to happen, but it didn’t matter: your face, pulled along by the tiny band of cloth, squashed right into the exposed underside of her deep cleavage. You immediately tried pushing back but your hands only sank into the front of her bosom, achieving little more than gently fondling the large girl.

You could hear Mia gently humming some simple tune she worked, miraculously unaware of your face once again being buried against her. At least, she was unaware until she heard a faintly audible groan reverberating between her breasts. Mia glanced down, still trapping your face against her body with the measuring tape that she held between two fingers, and noticed your hands rubbing even more frantically over her breasts. She couldn’t help but smile as one of your small hands came across her nipple and pushed, squashing against her skin in a way that she found delightful.

Completely misinterpreting your struggles, Mia decided it wouldn’t hurt to be a little playful, “What’s the matter, bambolo? Are you trying to help me measure, or are you getting distracted by Momma Mia?” Wishing to share her good mood with her favorite little man (and damned be the consequences), the gigantic girl scooted forwards, angling herself into you as she lay one huge leg over your lap. You nearly moaned again as one of Mia’s thighs dragged across your swollen cock before settling overtop of it, leaving you with **** but to sit and hope Mia didn’t notice your erection literally throbbing beneath her. Unfortunately you felt Mia’s entire body perk up as she jiggled on top of you, and her smug humming faded into a poorly stifled feminine gasp ~Ooh…~

Despite being unable to see past her creamy valley of cleavage, Mia was pretty damn sure she knew what she was sitting on, but slightly surprised at how hard it had felt. She hadn’t been that flirty with you had she? Thinking back, she admitted maybe she had gotten a little carried away now and then... Mia gently chewed on her thick lower lip and attempted to subtly shift her weight over your lap, though she ended up smearing your poor cock beneath one of her massive legs in the process. Mia thought you twitched against her in response, which just about confirmed her suspicions that you were at least a little turned on right now (which was a huge understatement in reality). An affectionate smile crept across her face as she thought to herself, You naughty little lottatore! Why didn’t you tell Mia sooner?

Unable to contain her rapidly growing excitement, Mia began to fidget by gently rocking her hips and wiggling her chest. You were **** to endure the pressure of Mia’s absurdly large breasts bobbing against your face and jiggling between your arms, though the worst part was that her plump thigh began to gently roll your firm cock between your leg and hers. Meanwhile Mia seemed more than happy with her choice of seating, and continued her jiggling little motions as you groaned uselessly into her abundant flesh.

Pretending like she was completely oblivious to your delightful reactions, Mia teased again, “Well my little ragazzo, it was certainly a hard job but I think I’ve just about got my measurements! Only I can’t quite see the numbers from up here...” Mia emphasized her problem by gently nudged her gigantic chest with one elbow, squashing your face tightly against each mound of flesh, “Certainly you could read them off for me, since you’re not busy with anything else right now?” Feeling pleased with her innuendo, Mia rolled her hips across your lap again, prompting another one of those Mmmfff! noises that she found so dang cute. With a smile, Mia discovered that she could make you grunt and squeeze your arms around her chest every time she leaned onto your crotch, and she quickly made a game of it by very purposefully grinding a soft warm leg back and forth across your tight shorts. As you gave another little groan, Mia rewarded you by happily squeezing her breasts together again, nearly crushing your face between her body and the unrelenting measuring tape.

Suddenly Mia noticed something sticky against her thigh, and stopped gyrating against you. Momentarily distracted, the huge Italian girl reached down with her free hand and rubbed at the curious the little wet stain. Feeling around, Mia’s fingers suddenly bumped into your shorts, pressing softly against the tip of your hardened cock, which Mia noticed was also sticky. After a moment of confusion, Mia’s face split into an enthusiastic grin as realized that she had been rubbing herself against some precum that she had **** through of your shorts, apparently without even noticing at first. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, all of Mia’s hesitations went out the window. The big italian girl yanked your shorts down and eagerly grasped your firm erection in her hand, “Che audacia!!! No wonder my little bambolo could not concentrate on the task at hand...” Mia began to passionately jerk your cock up and down, making you flinch and squirm beneath her heaving breasts again as she laughed, “You’ve been hiding this from Mia all along? Che bello!”

Mia found herself smiling excitedly as she continued stroking and squeezing your cock, carelessly knocking her arm against her huge jiggly bosom as she went. As she felt your face being squeezed against her chest, Mia realized just how frisky she herself was feeling. Taking a moment to coyly press your throbbing penis up against the inside of her warm thigh, Mia giggled, “Well it’s clear to me that we won’t get anything done until we take care of your little distraction! I suppose Mia has **** but to oblige her little campione, hmm???” Mia giggled to herself again as she felt your cock twitching in her hand, encouraging her to continue.

Meanwhile, unable to stop Mia’s aroused antics, you were breathing heavily and letting out frustrated moans, which she found very encouraging. You even could feel that damned tingling sensation returning in full **** as Mia continued her fun, but you could hardly even concentrate.