Close to the Heart Pt. 02

Leanne rubbed his chest with the pad of her thumb, and he coughed wetly and turned over to curl into a ball. He coughed once more, a spurt of her fluids streaking across her palm, and then he was breathing again. He took deep, ragged breaths as Leanne cried tears of relief.

Once assured that he would live, his general state entered her perception. He was covered in her leavings, coated with oozing, snotty lady-cum and runny lubrication. Derek reeked of her sex, even more than the car interior, as though her scent had permanently stained him.

Eventually, Derek rolled back onto his back and took a few cleansing breaths. He looked up at her and in a hoarse voice wryly asked, "Was it good for you?"

Leanne sobbed a laugh. "It was so good you almost didn't live through it. Are you okay?"

Derek groaned and pulled himself to a sitting position in Leanne's cupped hands. He absently swirled his finger through some of the gooey mess on his thigh, thinking. "Yeah. I'm good. I think we're going to need a safety chain before we try that again. Will that necklace fit around your waist?"

The big woman struggled to reign in her emotions. Not only was Derek okay, but he still wasn't afraid of her. He still trusted. "Probably not."

"Maybe a clit ring? One big handle to pull myself out with?" Derek joked, wiping the slime from his face and trying to shake it off.

Leanne chuckled wetly. "First; Ouch! Second; I doubt it would help. Everything down there gets slippery when wet. And third; Next time!? This time I almost drowned you!"

"Well yeah, I guess so," Derek started, still trying to clean himself off and failing. "But we're still learning here. And up until I couldn't breathe, it was awesome. I felt every twitch of yours down there, and it smelled and tasted great, and if I don't think about how scared I was, having your pussy slowly swallow me and then chew was really, really sexy."

Leanne rolled her eyes, exasperated with all of it. She abruptly leaned forward and sucked Derek into her mouth to his waist, sucking all of her fluids off. Then she popped him out and did the same to his lower half, before stuffing the still smelly, but far less gooey man into his spot in her cleavage.

"We'll talk at home, Hun," she stated while wiggling her panties up her legs and back over her large bottom, before doing the same with her pants.

She buttoned up her blouse to hide him once more, and then drained her movie theater soda to get the taste out of her mouth.

She probably needed to start carrying napkins in her purse. Maybe wet-wipes.

******

"Okay, I'm off to work. You've got the TV remote there, and there's an apple slice in a zip lock if you get hungry right here. I'll be back in, oh, eight and a half, nine hours?"

Derek blinked in confusion. "You mean I'm not going with you?"

Leanne propped her hands on her wide hips in exasperated amusement. "Do you really want to spend nine hours inside of sweaty old lady boobs?"

"You're not that old," Derek chided. "Be fair to yourself. But there's a bunch of good reasons for you to take me with. Like, we still don't know what caused this to happen to me. All we know for sure is that it happened at your workplace, so I should probably be there when I can. Also, I'm safe with you. I don't have to worry about, well, anything. Aaaaand, I don't know if it's because I'm small now, but your pheromones are really good for me. I like the smell of your sweat."

Leanne thought it over for a minute, and walked away to her dresser. She came back with the long necklace chain in her hand, and tugged her uniform top up and over her head. "Alright, but let's hurry. I don't want to be late."

She wedged Derek halfway in-between her enormous tits, looped the necklace around his chest and around her neck, then buried him the rest of the way in, only his face poking out near the top of her cleavage.

That accomplished, she hurriedly re-donned her uniform top, tucked it into her pants, and grabbed her purse. "I'll check on you when I can," she assured him, unaware he couldn't hear her any longer.

******

Leanne had tucked him in just a little too far. The only thing Derek could hear was the muted roar of the giantess's pulse. He couldn't really move any part of his body except for his face, and he realized that he was stuck that way until she had sweated enough to lubricate things down a little.

Wait. He could kind of wiggle his fingers and toes. That was something, at least.

Still, the sound of her heartbeat was soothing, and didn't people voluntarily bury themselves in sand for just this? This forced immobility? Being hugged by room-sized tits had to be a million times better than buried in sand.

Derek likened it to being in the womb, what with being naked, warm flesh all around him, and nothing but the sound of blood flowing.

He'd fallen asleep before Leanne had even parked her car at her work.

******

Leanne worked, the same as she did every workday since she was in her teens. The difference this time was the man she had more or less fucked yesterday was along for the ride.

A couple of hours in, the customers thinned out and she let her manager know she was taking a restroom break.

The big woman carefully checked for feet in any of the stalls, finding the room to be empty. She fished the plastic thimble from her pocket, rinsed out the lint, and filled it partway with cold tap water. That task accomplished, she then eased herself into the largest of the stalls.

******

Derek woke when the light shifted, blearily looking up at Leanne's face as she tried to talk to him through the neckline of her top.

"I can't hear anything!" he said in what he hoped wasn't too loud of tone.

Then the fingers holding the neckline rushed in, grasping him and pulling him out of boobage until his arms were clear. A pair of fingers holding a thimble appeared in front of him.

"Thanks!" he cheerfully said, taking a deep drink. Being surrounded by all of that insulated body heat had made him sweat, he really did need the water.

Even if most of the sweat on his body wasn't his.

"You doing okay?" she checked.

"I was too far- are you peeing!?"

Leanne gave him an entertained grin. "I have to multi-task here, Hun. Besides, I refuse to be embarrassed over peeing in front of someone who's been in my pussy. Especially if he can only hear it."

Derek's mouth opened soundlessly for a moment before he mentally shrugged. It wasn't that big of a deal, now that he thought about it. "Fair. But like I was saying, I was too deep that time. I couldn't hear anything."

Leanne absently wiped herself. "Okay, I'll be more careful this time. I'll take my lunch in my car so we can share. See you in a couple of hours, Hun," she smiled. She retrieved the thimble, tucked her man away, and flushed the toilet.

Leanne hated her job, she always had. Having Derek with her, though... Today sure seemed a lot more bearable.

******

Derek happily munched on the half of a French fry and chunk of burger Leanne had given him to eat. He'd never finish it, and she'd never notice the difference, so it was fairly win-win.

Derek washed down his bite with a drink of cola, then wedged his thimble-cup back into Leanne's expansive crevice to keep it from spilling.

"Still doing okay there, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, still good," Derek answered. "I could use a change of venue, but other than that, I'm pretty okay."

"What'ya mean, 'Change of venue'?" The plump woman around a mouthful of burger.

"I dunno. Your boobs are still as heavenly as always, but the inside of your shirt is boring now. Any chance I could spend the rest of the day downstairs?"

Leanne nearly choked. "You can't be serious. After what happened yesterday?"

"I don't want to be inside of you," he corrected with an unseen eye-roll. "Just down there. As long as you don't sit down, it should be just fine."

"I'll think about it," she managed. "No promises. Now can you hand me your stuff? Break's over."

One by one, Leanne reached through her neckline and took Derek's unfinished bits from him, mind awhirl.

******

Leanne sat to pee again, one hour left in her workday. She gave Derek another drink and checked, "Do you still want to move to the, uh, basement, here?"

"God yes!" Anything for something different.

"Okay then. We'll give this a try. But you can't play with me, okay? I can't be cumming in my panties at work. Also, I should probably warn you, it's a little... swampy... down there."

"It's what!?" he chortled from her cleavage.

"I'm a big woman, Derek. I sweat when I work. Not just between my boobs, but everywhere else, too. Now, do you still want to do this?" She had to give him one more chance to change his mind.

"Yep! Sounds like an adventure!"

Without another word, Leanne wiped herself very thoroughly, flushed the toilet, and stood up with her panties still mid-thigh. She extricated his form from between her breasts, nearly the entirety of him soaked in her boob-sweat. The necklace they used as a safety line was unwound from him, the excess tucked back between her tits. The thimble was emptied and palmed for when her pants were back up and she could pocket it.

Then she carefully laid his body to lie on the gusset of her panties as he began to shiver a bit.

Once she'd released her grip, Derek turned himself around so that his head was in the butt area of her underwear.

Leanne paused. "You are a brave, brave man, Derek," she flatly said, a hint of warning in her tone.

He grinned mischievously up at her, barely able to see her face even as she stooped over to look at him past the immense bulges of her bust. "Adventure!" he reiterated, thrusting his raised fists in triumph.

Leanne pulled her panties up tight, feeling his little body wedge into all of the folds down there. Then her pants. She carefully walked around the limited area of the handicap stall for thirty seconds, then pulled everything back down to check on him.

She had to pull him out of her fat ass with her fingers. He didn't go back down with her panties.

"Everything okay there?" she worried.

He smiled happily. "Even better," he insisted. "I can breathe just fine."

Leanne's tone was hushed, yet borderline hysterical. "Yeah, you can breathe my sweaty ass air!"

"It's fine, Leanne. Good, even! C'mon, put me back in and finish your day."

"Fine. Just remember you asked for this.. all of it."

His legs weren't inside of her pussy this time, but Leanne was very aware of the feel of them between her plump labia. She felt the slight pressure of his chest against her anus, the contours of his shoulders as they pressed into the ultra-soft flesh in the very bottom of her butt-crack.

True to his word, Derek didn't play with her. He laid mostly immobile in her undercarriage.

It didn't make a difference.

The thought alone of her being in public, walking around her coworkers and the customers, and none of them knowing she had an entire person hidden away in her most secretive place... Leanne learned something new about herself. She learned that she really liked doing sex things with Derek in public with people looking on and unaware of what was really happening.

She was wet. She was dripping wet after the first five minutes out of the restroom, and the more she turned herself on, the more engorged her clitoris became. Eventually, it ballooned out until it was wedged between Derek's immobile calves, and then with every step she took her oscillating hips would cause his now-slippery legs to stroke the sides of her clit in minute, opposite directions.

A few more minutes, and Leanne's lady-boner was completely hard and being squeezed by her little guy's limbs. There just wasn't that much space once she was fully there. Every single step she took felt like someone was tuning her clit like a radio dial.

She carried on as if nothing was happening, enjoying her wonderful little secret. On the third table she bent over to wipe down, though, Derek's lubricated body slid just enough that when she bent back upright, his legs popped into her front tunnel.

She froze outwardly, but beneath her clothing her pussy convulsed. She could feel her ravenous cunt swallow him deeper once again.

Not again! the big woman despaired.

Still frozen, her asshole itched as Derek grasped the inside of her anal ring, and she felt him pull himself back out of her grasping cavern. Sighing in relief, she walked a couple of steps to discover that the tiny feet up inside of her vagina were resting on her G-spot.

She exercised her Kegels, drawing him in again, and Derek pulled himself back out by using her asshole as a gripping surface, and her G-spot as a base to push off from.

Leanne finished out her workday with a bright smile on her face she was completely unaware of, absorbed into the wonderful new game she'd just discovered.

******

Derek wasn't exhausted, but he was sure close.

Everything was just fine after he went back into Leanne's panties after the test run, at least at first. When the giantess was standing, the fold of her underside traveled from the top of her pussy, down and back up to the top of her ass crack. One continuous, deep, unbroken fold in which Derek was enveloped.

It was sweaty in her ass, she didn't mince words about that, nor did she lie. To be honest, if Derek was going to spend time on her body he preferred her sweaty. With sweat, he was greased up enough to move a little, to shift around as needed. With no sweat, her skin stuck to him like fly paper and he was glued down wherever.

He could breath just fine, and though the air was tainted by Leanne's anal gland, it wasn't as big of an issue as she obviously thought it was. Pheromones for the win!

The problems started a few minutes after he felt her begin to walk around, her soft folds alternating around his entire body with every step.

Derek was very careful to move as little as possible so as to not stimulate her. He did promise. Nevertheless, her pussy began to moisten almost immediately. Then it was damp. Then it was wet. Then it was really wet.

Her musky secretions oozed along his body from where they exited the titanic orifice, coating most of him down in slippery, fragrant cunt-sap. Her clit throbbed bigger and bigger, until it was wedged between his lower legs and pressing them outward into the chubby labia around them.

Still, Derek was careful to only shift his body if he was uncomfortable. The world see-sawed when she walked. It rotated rapidly whenever Leanne bent over, and she did so a handful of times in quick succession.

It was on the third such world-tilt that the area he was under stretched longer. His shoulders stayed in the bottom of her bottom, but the wet pussy lips around his legs slid a little away. When Leanne stood back upright, his feet accidentally entered her honeypot, followed by his legs.

Derek froze even more than he had been, and Leanne's hungry petaled flower convulsed, dragging him further into it.

"Not again!" the little guy despaired.

Scrambling for anything to grab ahold of, he reached his arms up over his head and managed to get a grip with both of his hands on the interior of Leanne's sphincter.

His feet found something hard; a raised, coarse, textured bump, and he planted the soles of his feet against it. Pulling with his arms and pushing with his legs, Derek was able to pull himself back to nearly his starting position, though unable to get his legs back out from inside the drooling maw. Leanne's asshole was right in his face at that point, his hands gripping the wrinkled porthole just in front of his chin.

Then, she did it again. Derek went two inches more inside of her, (one-third of his height,) and he had to strain himself back out. Every few minutes she'd swallow him just a little more, and he'd then fight his way back out. He stuffed his hands into her asshole up to his wrists for a better hold, just waiting to have to use the gripping point again.

To be honest, he probably needed the workout if he was going to be spending the majority of his days immobile between Leanne's massive mammaries. He had gotten core and legs yesterday with the inverted bicycle kick against resistance, and also worked his chest and forearms squeezing her clit. Looks like today was something akin to squats and chin-ups.

It seemed to last forever, the tug-of-war being raged within Leanne's nether region. Then Leanne started to walk very rapidly for a short time. The world tilted wildly, the sphincter he had his hands inside of clamped down tight, and the fold of flesh and fat he was enveloped within yawned open.

Derek turned his head to see below him, wild-eyed, to catch a glimpse of the inside of a toilet bowl. Then the fat, angry-red labia around his waist began to wobble and jostle alarmingly. Droplets of Leanne's juice were flung away haphazardly. The hairy, toothless mouth that had only been playing at eating him the rest of the way began trying in earnest. Lubrication oozed around his waist to drip off in big fat drops, and he heard every one of them when they hit the toilet water.

It took Derek longer than he wanted to admit to realize that Leanne was masturbating. Judging by how wildly her pussy fat jostled around, she was rubbing her clit pretty furiously.

Derek strained to keep Leanne's pussy from slurping him up like a spaghetti noodle. The asshole clenching tight around his wrists helped but still, his arms were burning and his legs were locked nearly straight, somewhat standing on the hard bump.

Feeling like he was going to give out, Derek raised one foot and stomped the hard bump as hard as he could.

Three things happened simultaneously.

Leanne's asshole relaxed momentarily, and his hands fell free. Her cunt reversed direction, and rather than trying to pull him inside actively pushed him out. And third, a gushing torrent of fluid erupted from her like an inverted geyser, stinging his skin and following him all the way down as he dropped into the toilet bowl.

******

Leanne brutally, frenetically beat up her clit, sitting on the toilet like she was a teenager.

It was too good. She was too worked up to even bother asking permission. Derek had been inadvertently teasing her G-spot for nearly an hour and she had to get off.

She was very aware it wasn't his fault. If she hadn't been so aroused he never would have found himself slipping inside of her again. She couldn't have gone back to the restroom yet again to get him out, either. Instead she played with him, even after all of her admonitions for him not to play with her. It felt too good not to.

She was almost there. Almost, just a little more... and her tiny man suddenly kicked her G-spot. She lost it, somehow keeping her screaming inside. She felt the gushing stream of fluid leave her, heard the sound of Derek falling in, felt the toilet water splash her underside.

She couldn't be bothered with any of it until she had finished cumming. G-spot orgasms were too rare, too difficult to accomplish. Leanne had to ride this one out. She continued the rapid hand movement assaulting her button, and more bursts of watery fluid shot from her in forceful sprays into the toilet. Probably on Derek, too. The howl that tried to escape her was restrained to merely a breathy whimper. Wet slapping noises echoed around the enclosure.

Leanne's legs were still shaking violently, her wide thighs rippling in the aftermath of the intense orgasm, when she heard her boss outside of her stall.

"Leanne? Leanne are you alright?"

Leanne's breathing froze and she tried to speak, as post-coital as she was. "Y-yeah... I'm okay."

"You don't sound okay, Leanne. You used the bathroom more than usual today, and you rushed in here the second you clocked out. Do I need to try and cover your shift for tomorrow?"