Milly bakes in the kitchen

Wondering if she had been hearing things, the buxom girl pressed her finger down, gradually squashing the source of the tiny cry for help into her own warm, puffy nipple. She felt another frantic buzzing against her skin (which, she had to admit, felt incredible) and began to recall everything that had happened with Stacy. Milly was so stunned by her little discovery that she could barely murmur her slow realization, “... Monsieur Terrible??? Is zat really you?” as she swirled her finger in a slow distracted circle, grinding whatever she had felt around and around against her. Who else could be so small, Milly reasoned, but the cute new wrestler?

Suddenly Madame Bosomy beamed a great big smile, realizing just how lucky she was to get a second chance with you after all. She immediately began bouncing in place and clapping excitedly as she nearly cheered, “Ah monsieur, quelle chance! It is so good to see you again, and so soon! I was just thinking about you~!” Milly couldn’t keep the hint of desire from her voice as her enormous rack continued to bounce up and down, slamming you with its unstoppable weight as she expressed her excitement.

You, meanwhile, could hardly think straight as tons of girly flesh continuously smashed and jiggled against your body. You hoped to get Milly to stop frigging bouncing, but you had to call out between each smothering and crushing impact she cluelessly **** you to endure, “It’s me!! I’m s-nngh- stuck to yo-oof- your boob! Can -nnf- you please st-oomf- STOP BOUNCI-MMF!?”

Finally catching the urgency in your voice, Milly landed on her feet with yet another alluring wobble, “Excusez-moi, ma mignonne! I just got so, er... excited.” Milly quickly clasped her hands against her gigantic breasts, firmly pressing their shaking mass against herself in a bid to stop them from jiggling. Of course, in her haste, she had planted a hand behind you and squished your body right up against her warm nipple as she let her breasts gradually work off their quaking, quivering energy against you. Thankfully, she didn’t hear the groan you let out as your cock was pressed between her soft palm and her even softer boob.

A minute later, as Milly still cupped each breast tightly against her body, she asked gently, “Is zat better, Thomas?” You shouted and pushed your arms, but only managed to squeeze yourself into Milly’s flesh all the more as she sat and pondered, unable to comprehend just how helpless you were at your miniscule size. Even with her hands splayed, large portions of Milly’s chest spilled through her fingers or bulged over her top. After several silent seconds, Milly finally noticed that she had been literally crushing your face into her soft pink nipple, “Oh~… oh! Pardon! I, er, could not see you!” and released her chest, which only caused it to drop and begin bouncing all over again. Unsure of what to do next, Milly watched her huge bust idly quivering from side to side as you jiggled along with her. With reddening cheeks, Milly Dubois (not unhappily) realized that the thing exciting her all this time had been your tiny body gently rubbing against her.

After recovering your wits you cried, “Can you please get me out of here already?” Milly had been nibbling her lip, trying to ignore just how tender her nipple had become after all the stimulation you’d been giving her. It took you another shout to get her attention, “MILLY!”

Milly snapped back to reality, “Oh, ah... ouis monsieur, just a moment!” The bubbly girl reached out and began peeling her top away, revealing more and more of her soft breast as she worked her way towards you. Except she was going very slowly, agonizingly slowly in fact, as she reluctantly came closer to separating you from her skin. Just as Milly had stretched her skin-tight fabric away from your head, a belated thought occurred gave her pause, “Monsieur Terrible... was zis another one of madame Stacy’s ‘pranks?’”

You panicked at the thought of this gigantic girl coming to such a conclusion. You tried to squirm, but mostly ended up rubbing across Milly’s skin, “NO! It’s not, really! Now get me out of here!” It was even more irritating that you basically had to scream past this girl’s huge soft nipple, since it was currently pinning your head to her clothing.

Despite your protests, Milly remained doubtful: why else would you still be in her top? Though clumsy and occasionally forgetful, Milly was far from unaware of the effect her ‘feminine charms’ could have on people. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine Stacy and the new guy concocting some elaborate prank involving one of the clumsiest and bustiest women in the league… Of course, Milly was half right, except for the part where she assumed you were a prankster and not just another poor victim of Stacy’s blundering.

Milly pursed her juicy lips into a coy pout, “Hmmm… I don’t believe you!” Milly saw your shocked expression and mistook it for guilt at having been caught in the middle of your ‘dastardly plan,’ “It was a good attempt, monsieur! But you and Stacy made one fatal mistake: teaching me all about pranks, a-ha!” With that smug declaration of victory, Milly let her top spring back and slap your face right up against her warm jiggling flesh, as you continued trying to correct her mistaken assumption with muffled shouts.

Getting comfy, Milly leaned against the counter and innocently wondered what you were trying to say as you squirmed against her sensitive nipple. She could tell you were frustrated about something… probably because she had thwarted your prank! Madame Bosomy’s vast chest quivered up and down as she chuckled to herself, “Oh my, you are disappointed your little trick did not go as planned? Desole! I know you must have had, heehee, big plans in store for me, but I am too clever to be tricked the same way twice!” You could only sit and wait as Milly had her fun thinking she had outwitted you and Stacy, as her hot enveloping flesh weighed against your entire body.

Milly’s cheeks turned slightly redder as she thought about how perfectly you were currently positioned. With an alluring sultriness in her voice, Milly added, “And I believe turnabout is fair play when it comes to pranks, no? So now zat it is my turn…” Milly happily raised one hand, daintily extending a index finger right behind her protruding nipple as she muttered, “How did Stacy do it, again? Somezing liiike…” Milly’s finger indented you into her own round tit until her flesh had bulged around your body all the way to her knuckle, “Boob! Heehee!” Milly giggled as her jiggling flesh encased you against her fingertip, again misinterpreting the ‘boop’ that Stacy had taught her. Thinking she had gotten the best of you, Milly didn’t let up, and happily poked you into her chest several more times, “Boob, boob, boob, bo-oh!” Milly paused after a soft gasp, leaving you bouncing in place as she stared down at where you were caught between her finger and her nipple. You were confused by the erotic enthusiasm in Milly’s voice as she cooed, “What is zis!?”

To see for herself, Milly slid her finger down until she was certain she was pressing your hips directly into her soft feminine flesh. Her lightly freckled cheeks turned completely red as she gave a delicate little poke, which sank your hard cock against her areola. Milly’s voice was bubbling with desire as she cooed, “Monsieur Terrible… It seems I have found your dirty little secret~!” No wonder she’d been feeling so horny, Milly thought: your little erection had been rubbing against her all along! What a lovely little coincidence!

She had thought you were awfully cute when she first saw you, and at the time assumed maybe you were just a little excited from all of Stacy’s antics, but this was just too much. Madame Bosomy couldn’t stop smiling as she prodded your backside and practically **** you to hump her puffy flesh as she watched. Failing to notice that your face was firmly squishing into her nipple every time she jostled you, Milly continued to poke and tease playfully, “This must explain why my petit amor was so disappointed to have his prank ruined by the likes of me, hmm? I suppose at your size, a girl like me can be—how you say?—much more zan a handful, heeheehee!” Milly pulled her finger away, letting her enormous breast spring back to its pleasantly round shape as she pondered what to do first. You and Stacy had so nicely brightened her day, it was only fair she give you a little ‘pick-me-up.’ And, Milly thought, if you happened to burst before she was done, all the better!

Milly glanced down to the mixing bowl, realizing with annoyance that she still had work to do. It would be difficult to concentrate with the stimulating little distraction that you presented, unless… suddenly Milly smirked, coming up with a way she could pay you back for your devious prank while having some fun of her own. Slowly picking up the bowl, Milly cooed in a voice sweet as syrup, “If you can be patient for just a minute or two, I promise I will take care of you later. Now, pardonne-moi, but I have some work to do~!”

Ignoring your **** pleas to help you now, Madame Bosomy began to stir. She started off slowly by letting her chest gradually roll from one side to the other, making sure that you felt every motion. And you did: with her outfit plastering your head to her nipple and your body spread out across her pink areola, you could do nothing but feel every single wobble and vibration. Milly, too, was particularly enjoying the sensation of your tiny body being squeezed up against hers any time she happened to lean in your direction. It wasn’t long before she let her excitement show and started putting a vigorous energy into her work, making no effort to keep her arm from coming into contact with her huge chest. Her bust started quivering violently, bouncing and swinging you through the air as her nipples danced back and forth. Milly knew you were small, but she couldn’t fully comprehend just how powerless you were against the weight of her chest, and so she gladly left you at the mercy of her shaking bosom. You couldn’t stop from letting out a long, helpless groan as your firm cock was repeatedly massaged across Milly’s warm and jiggly flesh, a fact that she was giddily aware of.

As much as Milly wanted to continue, she had already whipped the cupcake mix into a thick lather, and was only tiring herself out by going further. She gave a girlishly cute, “Phew!” as she set the bowl down, and leaned against the counter to rest for a moment. Looking down, Milly was pleased to see that her huge breasts were still quivering madly under their own momentum, and she could feel her tight black top keeping you pinned right up against her squishy warm nipple as they went. So far, so good!

Milly was so lost in her head that in took her a moment to realize you had been trying to get her attention by buzzing against her nipple, “...hmm? Oh, monsieur! Are you trying to say something down zere?” Instead of listening carefully, Milly began pouring cupcake mix out into a baking pan, happily leaving you to shout at the top of your lungs against her smooth flesh just to be heard at all. It didn’t help that she leaned over and rested a mountain of tit right on top of your struggling body as she worked, making it even harder for her to hear you but all the easier to feel your cock poking up into her skin. Milly vaguely remembered Stacy saying to use your erection like a “measuring stick” to see whether the prank worked or not, so as far as she was concerned her payback prank was going perfectly. After Milly had finished and put her baking pan in the oven, you had explained everything that had happened, but she barely even caught the gist of what you said past her muffling mounds. She had been too distracted with her work, and even moreso by your tickling little presence.

Setting her oven mitts aside, Milly watched her breasts wobble as she vaguely wondered what you had been trying to say, “My apologies, monsieur, but I barely heard a word of zat!” Milly giggled as you squirmed in agitation, only for a slight and accidental jiggle of her breast to smoosh your body into her pliable skin. Milly cooed soothingly, “Don’t worry my horny little amor, work is aaalmost done.” As much as Milly really wanted to get her hands all over you (and your hands all over her), the mess she had left in the kitchen couldn’t wait. As her tight clothing continued to bulldoze the tiny human figure into her own nipple, she commented , “If you can wait just a minute more, I promise I have a special treat in store for you~. But if you can’t wait, I would not blame you for getting a bit handsy while I clean up.”

You heard Milly let out another giggle as she gave her chest the slightest playful shake, leaving you shaking back and forth from even a movement as simple as that. You let out a frustrated groan and squirmed in discomfort, only to wince as your incredibly sensitive genitals rubbed across Milly’s perfect, warm skin. Fuck, but that had felt so damn good. you couldn’t help but give another gentle thrust, before you caught yourself and tried to get your urges under control. The last thing Milly needed was anything that would encourage her to squish and tease you more!

Suddenly, the young maid flew into action, and began scooping up dirty trays, rinsing bowls, and wiping the counters down. Unable to stop her, you were left to jiggle powerlessly along with her while your frontside rubbed into her nipple after every movement (a fate that was not entirely undesirable). Your situation was made all the bouncier as Milly, in a great hurry to finish so she could get back to you, practically ran from place to place.

By the time Milly was done, you were a sweating, aroused mess, and Milly fared little better. She had just finished making the countertop squeaky clean when she stood back, “Zere! Spick and span, clean enough to eat off...” In your aroused daze you couldn’t help but shift your hips, sliding your aching member against her pink skin as you sought a comfortable posture. Once again feeling your faint but delightful touch against her skin, Milly cutely grinned and glanced at her massive bosom, “...or to fuck on?” What!? Had you heard her right?