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"You had to know this would never work" Helena sighs with a tone of boredom as she addresses the boys, "Surely being shrunk hasn't addled your tiny minds that much, has it? You know what? I feel bad for you little guys....I think I'll give you a fighting chance!" Before either boy can respond Helena has them up in her grip again, one in each hand with her fingers laced tight around their arms, negating their efforts at escape. She pushes the boys down on the ground, kneeling herself so that she's on all fours, positioning herself. James and Ryan are both reeling from the last attack and can only watch as a shadow darkens the sky. Looking up, each boy is face to face with a doughy orb of tit-flesh, hovering just above them.
"You boys like to act so tough and strong," Helena says as she lowers her body down with agonizing slowness, her gargantuan mammaries swaying a little with the movement, "Well, if you can lift my boob from on top of your body, I'll let you leave!"
James and Ryan's cries of fear are ignored as Helena's hulking breasts are lowered down upon them. James throws up his hands, trying to push away the descending orb, but the doughy flesh of Helena's breasts is packed with fat and so much denser than James could have ever guessed. In all the porn he'd watched so far, boobs looked so soft and jiggly, more like bags of jello. But here James is struggling, sweating under the pressure, his arms shaking as Helena's breast, already outstripping his whole one-foot body height makes a mockery of his efforts, the veins in her tit-meat getting ever closer.
Ryan is suffering in much the same way. He just keeps seeing bursa escort (https://hatchresources.com/) his hands disappearing into the flabby flank of Helena's boob, his whole hand getting absorbed up to the wrist with each push, connecting with the dense fat underneath uselessly. He's slick with sweat and even some tears at this point, most of which has rubbed off on Helena's intruding bosom, the pale tissue glistening with the wetness, taking on an almost ghostly look. The slickness of Ryan's sweat and tears makes Helena's udder shine like polished porcelain, while simultaneously highlighting the stretching web of dark veins that burst through her blimp-tits at measured intervals.
Ryan just can't believe Helena's boobs are really this big. They looked huge even when he was full-sized, thinking back, they were easily bigger than his head, but experiencing the reality of their size at this height is horrendous. Her bulging breasts must protrude at least a foot out from her body, but the reality is they're even pushing that limit after being released from Helena's sweater. The Shadow of Helena's pointed nipples looms overhead for the two boys, pushing down on their skulls, smushing against their faces at times, and absorbing their vision, turning their world into a flesh-colored crushing hell.
Helena is loving the strained squeals of her would-be tormenters, her breasts bouncing erratically, left and right, up and down at odd times as they summon up whatever strength they can find. Each thrust of their tiny arms sends shockwaves through her pale milk bags, ripples and vibrations making the flesh shake like a body of water disturbed by a bursa escort bayan (https://hatchresources.com/) thrown rock. She giggles with glee as she feels how easily her breast-meat absorbs their most valiant blows down to the wrist, knowing that at this size connecting with such dense walls of fat has to be like punching a brick wall. There's another reason for Helena's cruel laughter.
Unbeknownst to her pathetic victims, she's actually propped herself up on her elbows, holding off from dropping her full weight on the boys just yet. There's something so deliciously evil about how the poor kids are whimpering and crying over her tits, using all their energy to uselessly pummel her funbags, not even knowing what's truly in store. Helena is struck by another laughing fit, her veined breasts shaking and jiggling with the motion, the shaking combined with that caused by James and Ryan's efforts at escape so that her mammoth mammaries bounce and shake so wildly it looks like she's balanced them on a high power washing machine going full tilt.
Only the odd flash of an arm or a leg glancing out from under Helena's breasts hints at the existence of Ryan and James. In another moment Helena takes in a breath as she lets out a little sigh. Her elbows are getting a little tired, after all, the wood floor isn't exactly cushioned. The smarter of the boys, James, is starting to look to the side, probably trying to figure out if he can make a run for it. Well, that just won't do now, will it? All at once, Helena throws her arms out wide, dropping her full body and breast weight down on the boys cruelly and without warning.
The impact creates escort bursa (https://hatchresources.com/) a shockwave that kicks up a cloud of dust from the wooden floor, and Helena makes a mental note to vacuum later. Alongside that, there's a loud slap as her tits slam into the ground, the mounds of pale fat wobbling like a struck pile of Jell-O. Helena also experiences the thrilling feeling of her now-wet bosom slapping against Ryan and James' shrunken frames, her veiny flesh sticking to their pathetic little boy bodies. Helena feels so happy she could burst, and putting both hands palm down on the floor, she grips tight, rocking her body back and forth, left and right on the floor, mauling the poor bastards with her mountainous mammary glands. It's like being steam-rolled by wads of doughy, slippery cement for Ryan and James, as Helena's sweat-slick jugs smear their tiny bodies, squeezing the wind out of them and making them weak.
The pressure of these lumps of fat laying atop their bodies is bad enough, but Helena massaging their tiny frames with her vein-addled blimps is starting to do serious damage. The flabby folds of her tit skin rocks and smacks against their faces with ever greater force, the boy's heads ringing with the sound of the boob-slaps. Ryan's nose has even started bleeding and James has a black eye. At other times the squishy blubber that jiggles atop their weak bodies can absorb their heads fully in the depths of its fat. This cuts off the boy's air supply completely, so all they can see is an endless mess of veins and pale flesh. Their screams of fear are absorbed by the bulging bulk with ease, earning them nothing more than a sore throat and a mouthful of sweaty breast meat.
Still, the boys aren't defeated. A fire burns in their bellies, one lit either by courage or the primal urge to survive. Nevertheless, they're not ready to give up yet, they still have to find some way to fight on....
"You boys like to act so tough and strong," Helena says as she lowers her body down with agonizing slowness, her gargantuan mammaries swaying a little with the movement, "Well, if you can lift my boob from on top of your body, I'll let you leave!"
James and Ryan's cries of fear are ignored as Helena's hulking breasts are lowered down upon them. James throws up his hands, trying to push away the descending orb, but the doughy flesh of Helena's breasts is packed with fat and so much denser than James could have ever guessed. In all the porn he'd watched so far, boobs looked so soft and jiggly, more like bags of jello. But here James is struggling, sweating under the pressure, his arms shaking as Helena's breast, already outstripping his whole one-foot body height makes a mockery of his efforts, the veins in her tit-meat getting ever closer.
Ryan is suffering in much the same way. He just keeps seeing bursa escort (https://hatchresources.com/) his hands disappearing into the flabby flank of Helena's boob, his whole hand getting absorbed up to the wrist with each push, connecting with the dense fat underneath uselessly. He's slick with sweat and even some tears at this point, most of which has rubbed off on Helena's intruding bosom, the pale tissue glistening with the wetness, taking on an almost ghostly look. The slickness of Ryan's sweat and tears makes Helena's udder shine like polished porcelain, while simultaneously highlighting the stretching web of dark veins that burst through her blimp-tits at measured intervals.
Ryan just can't believe Helena's boobs are really this big. They looked huge even when he was full-sized, thinking back, they were easily bigger than his head, but experiencing the reality of their size at this height is horrendous. Her bulging breasts must protrude at least a foot out from her body, but the reality is they're even pushing that limit after being released from Helena's sweater. The Shadow of Helena's pointed nipples looms overhead for the two boys, pushing down on their skulls, smushing against their faces at times, and absorbing their vision, turning their world into a flesh-colored crushing hell.
Helena is loving the strained squeals of her would-be tormenters, her breasts bouncing erratically, left and right, up and down at odd times as they summon up whatever strength they can find. Each thrust of their tiny arms sends shockwaves through her pale milk bags, ripples and vibrations making the flesh shake like a body of water disturbed by a bursa escort bayan (https://hatchresources.com/) thrown rock. She giggles with glee as she feels how easily her breast-meat absorbs their most valiant blows down to the wrist, knowing that at this size connecting with such dense walls of fat has to be like punching a brick wall. There's another reason for Helena's cruel laughter.
Unbeknownst to her pathetic victims, she's actually propped herself up on her elbows, holding off from dropping her full weight on the boys just yet. There's something so deliciously evil about how the poor kids are whimpering and crying over her tits, using all their energy to uselessly pummel her funbags, not even knowing what's truly in store. Helena is struck by another laughing fit, her veined breasts shaking and jiggling with the motion, the shaking combined with that caused by James and Ryan's efforts at escape so that her mammoth mammaries bounce and shake so wildly it looks like she's balanced them on a high power washing machine going full tilt.
Only the odd flash of an arm or a leg glancing out from under Helena's breasts hints at the existence of Ryan and James. In another moment Helena takes in a breath as she lets out a little sigh. Her elbows are getting a little tired, after all, the wood floor isn't exactly cushioned. The smarter of the boys, James, is starting to look to the side, probably trying to figure out if he can make a run for it. Well, that just won't do now, will it? All at once, Helena throws her arms out wide, dropping her full body and breast weight down on the boys cruelly and without warning.
The impact creates escort bursa (https://hatchresources.com/) a shockwave that kicks up a cloud of dust from the wooden floor, and Helena makes a mental note to vacuum later. Alongside that, there's a loud slap as her tits slam into the ground, the mounds of pale fat wobbling like a struck pile of Jell-O. Helena also experiences the thrilling feeling of her now-wet bosom slapping against Ryan and James' shrunken frames, her veiny flesh sticking to their pathetic little boy bodies. Helena feels so happy she could burst, and putting both hands palm down on the floor, she grips tight, rocking her body back and forth, left and right on the floor, mauling the poor bastards with her mountainous mammary glands. It's like being steam-rolled by wads of doughy, slippery cement for Ryan and James, as Helena's sweat-slick jugs smear their tiny bodies, squeezing the wind out of them and making them weak.
The pressure of these lumps of fat laying atop their bodies is bad enough, but Helena massaging their tiny frames with her vein-addled blimps is starting to do serious damage. The flabby folds of her tit skin rocks and smacks against their faces with ever greater force, the boy's heads ringing with the sound of the boob-slaps. Ryan's nose has even started bleeding and James has a black eye. At other times the squishy blubber that jiggles atop their weak bodies can absorb their heads fully in the depths of its fat. This cuts off the boy's air supply completely, so all they can see is an endless mess of veins and pale flesh. Their screams of fear are absorbed by the bulging bulk with ease, earning them nothing more than a sore throat and a mouthful of sweaty breast meat.
Still, the boys aren't defeated. A fire burns in their bellies, one lit either by courage or the primal urge to survive. Nevertheless, they're not ready to give up yet, they still have to find some way to fight on....