You're stuck beneath a drunk Betty

Betty was still slurring enthusiastic encouragements, "Drink drink drink, cutie! You wouldn't want to spill any beer from my big boobie chalice, hee hee!" as she continued to lay on top of you, splattering beer from her cleavage all the while. As Betty dangled her sopping wet breasts against your face, giggling and jostling them happily, you tried to wrench an arm out from beneath her body, after being pinned against the couch as she crawled over you. You were trying your best to ignore the warmth and softness of Betty's entire body, separated only partially by her disheveled leotard, as you worked to free an arm. Some of the beer splashed into your mouth, and the rest ob your face, making you cough a few times as you tried to breath. Betty, too disoriented to realize that she was nearly suffocating you with a waterfall of beer and her huge breasts, only giggled at your struggles.

The gigantic girl did, however, seem to have enough awareness to glance down and notice that she was out of beer, having splashed it all onto you by now. Betty hummed coyly, "Oh *hick* no! My little buddy has nothing else to ddriink... maybe the voluptuous Wonder Bust has something else to occupy his mouth?" Betty brought one hand up and, ignoring your feeble attempts to convince her that you "weren't thirsty," began squeezing one naked breast right in front of your eyes. Betty pinched and rolled one of her huge nipples inches above your face, as the other breast remained pressing heavily against the side of your head.

It took a great deal of concentration to ignore the massive pair of tits, each easily the size of your head, being jiggled and squeezed above you. You just tried to keep your eyes fixed on the whereabouts of Becky's damned phone: it kept bouncing up and down, then reappearing only briefly from the crevasse of Betty's cleavage. You felt a part of your body reacting favorably to Betty's advances, as your shorts grew tight as Betty wriggled her smooth crotch against you.

Just as you managed to rip a hand free from beneath her taut stomach, Betty pushed her chest towards you, and slurred, "Hhere y'go, cutie... suck on this instead!" You gaped as Betty very clumsily tried shove one of her wet breasts right into your mouth, but mostly ended up just dropping it right on top of your face, covering you almost completely. You mumbled in annoyance, as you reached up for where you thought you had seen the phone last, but now you were just groping blindly. Betty's firm pink nipple squashed and rubbed against your cheek and then your mouth, prodding you for attention. As if that wasn't distracting enough, Betty immediately began squeezing and kneading her breast, causing it to jiggle and bounce unsteadily.

You reached around blindly for the phone, but mostly ended up inadvertently rubbing a hand over Betty's smooth and slippery skin, which elicited enthusiastic snickering from the huge girl. She mumbled something between giggles, but it was so slurred you couldn't even piece her sentence together. What got your attention was when Betty squeezed her legs together, and you felt a very sudden jolt up your spine, as her legs squeezed together around your erection, which she had evidently noticed poking into her. You let out a muffled grunt of surprise, as Betty only laughed again and joked, "Mmmm, this for mmme?" as she pushed herself down against your groin.

Betty's grinding and wriggling slowed over the next minute, as she continued to let out quiet and pleased sounding moans. Then, suddenly, she slowed nearly to a stop, and the weight on you increased significantly, as her body came to a rest against you.

Oh crap. You gave a weak wiggle, trying to get her attention, but it seems your fears were true: she had fallen asleep. You struggled for a minute, but the only part of you that was uncovered was your right hand. Well, and your erection, which was still pressed against Betty's thick inner thigh, but that didn't really count.

After a moment, you realized this might be your only chance to get the phone. With your face still buried beneath one of Betty's huge breasts, you fumble blindly, trying to find out where Becky's phone got to. After a few minutes of struggling, you had only managed to wedge your hand halfway into Betty's cleavage when you heard the door to her dressing room squeak open.