Momma Mia

You look up to see you've bumped into a humongous butt, attached to the biggest woman you've ever seen! Mia Moreau (a.k.a Momma Mia) lets out a surprised "oh" when she feels you bump into her. She turns around to face you, and you can't help but gawp at her full size and beauty. You thought Becky was big, but this woman towers over her, making you look almost like a toddler in comparison. "Che sopresa! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," she says with an alluring Italian accent. "I was just in my dressing room when I heard some yelling coming from outside down the hall, and I got curious." Momentarily forgetting about the angry Becky chasing you down, you notice Mia is wearing a luxury sheer robe, which hardly does anything to hide the massively voluptuous figure hiding inside it.

The Italian MILF bends over and adjusts her glasses to get a better look at you, showing off a mind-numbing display of cleavage hanging above you in the process. You feel your dick twitch when you realize you can see through enough of her robe to tell she's not wearing a bra (though she's probably hard pressed to find ones her size). After getting a good look at you, she says, "Hello. I've never seen you around here before. Are you lost, little one?"

"Uh, yeah, a little bit," you answer, trying not to ogle too much. "I'm new here and got a little twisted around while exploring the place. Then I got into a little trouble with someone..." You nervously look back to make sure Becky isn't closing in on you from down the hall yet.

"Oh, you poor little, ragazzo," Mia says consolingly, her hands now on her knees. "You must be so scared, running around this big place all alone. Maybe you need to ask for help from a big person, hmm?" You see Mia's breasts swell above you when she said that, squeezed between her arms. Did she do that on purpose?

"Ha, yeah, maybe," you nervously retort, still keeping an eye out for Becky. "You offering? Cause, so far on my own, I've gotten into nothing but trouble since I got to this crazy place."

You startle for a moment when Mia puts a hand to your face, caressing it as she brings her face closer. Her enormous breasts, each one at least twice the size of your head, get closer too, mere inches from your face now. "You want Momma to help you? Cause Momma promises to take good care of her little bambino," she says with a hungry gleam in her eye, her wobbling breasts attempting to cloud your thoughts.

While you're glad you've found a woman here that isn't outright threatening to use or **** you, something about Mia still unsettles you. A part of you worries that you might've just jumped from the frying pan into the fire, but you don't have anymore time to think, as you hear Becky's loud muttering finally approaching from down the hall. In a split-decision, you whisper to Mia, "Ok, ok, help me, please!" You point towards Betty. "You see that woman coming? I can't let her find me. Is there any place I can hide?"

Mia sees Becky storming down the hall and nods knowingly. "Ah, yes, Becky. She can be a troublesome one. Not to worry, little one, Momma knows the perfect hiding spot!" The mini-giantess stands back up and unties the belt holding her robe together. She quickly opens her robe, revealing her giant body to you, clad in only a thong! "Come to Momma!" You barely have time to drop your jaw before Mia effortlessly picks you up and shoves your head deep into her cleavage, inches upon inches of her breast flesh spilling past your head. Surprised, you only manage to weakly squirm against Mia as she closes her robe around you and ties her belt, securing you against her and hiding you from the outside world.

A few moments later, Becky approaches, still furiously looking for you. She spots Mia and barks "Hey, Mia" to get her attention.

Playing it cool, Mia turns to greet Becky. "Ah, ciao bella! How wonderful it is to see you today," she sings. Playing up her Italian stereotype act, Mia evokes a jovial mood by gesturing wildly as she speaks, which makes her giant breasts wobble wildly around your tiny head. Maybe it's the lack of air getting to your brain. but you could swear you can hear the faint sound of milk sloshing in Mia's breasts...

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Becky says impatiently. "Listen: you see a tiny little twerp run by here? I've got some unfinished business with him."

Mia pretends to think for a moment by crossing her arms, which hefts her breasts and presses you even deeper in their soft, warm embrace. "Hmmm, nope, sorry, bella. I was just on my way back to my dressing room, but I didn't see a thing. Becky lets out an annoyed groan. "But, wherever he is," she adds, "I'm sure someone is taking good care of the little pasta fagioli." Mia subtly squeezes her arms, hugging you against her even more, and she holds back a wry smirk when she feels your dick pressing against her.

Becky rolls her eyes. "Hmph, yeah, well, when I find him, I'll be sure to take extra good care of the little wimp." Mia's unusual hiding tactic seems to be working, you can't argue that, but, with barely any air getting to you, you're not sure how much longer you can last in her warm embrace, especially with her breasts making all the blood rush from your head straight to your cock. Getting impatient, you weakly start squirming against Mia again, despite her attempts to stop you by squeezing you even harder. Becky takes another look at Mia and, for a moment, thinks she sees something rustling in her robe, but Mia quickly turns around before she can get a good look.

"Well, if you don't need me for anything else, I simply must be going. Good luck with your search. Ciao, bella," Mia says as she starts to walk away.