Simon blinked. He gazed into the open space, seeing the window in his room and the beams of sunlight coming through the closed blinds. They were never open on sunny days. Because that would burn Lilith alive. Being a vampire and all. He was suddenly just awake. It was odd. No dreams. No slow drift off. Just a hard cut between the night before and the present. Though something was off.
Seconds after he gazed out into the walls of his room he noticed he was on the opposite side. In fact, he could see his bed, along with his other scaled-down furniture sitting on a table on the other side of the room. It was a little jarring and surreal, conflicting with his own sense of place in the past nine hours. Though he had time to figure it out. It was Saturday. Or at least, he hoped it was. Unless he had been transported to a mirror dimension or something and the days were reversed. Cats and dogs wore clothes. Ice boiled and steam melted. He entertained the idea, and the bizarre mechanics of this nonsensical world that he had theoretically be put in. Though he was still perplexed. And then he attempted to move.
His hands and arms were bound, and the entire backside of his body rested against some kind of soft surface. He looked down and found a giant pale hand wrapped around his tiny form. His legs and arms were bound, with only his head and shoulders free to navigate. He turned back and found that he was pressed against some soft white surface. He was still drowsy, but the shock of this situation was bringing him back to reality quickly. And then he looked as far as he could upward without straining his neck and he found at the reality of this situation.
He found Lilith laying down on her back in bed. She was calm. Asleep. She was sprawled out on her bed, covers over most of her body. She was wearing one of her many white tank tops. Simon couldn't see much at the angle he was at, laying flat and motionless against one of her breasts, held near the bottom of it. Most of it blocked out what he could see, and he couldn't look downward to see what else was happening. But she did look very at peace. Simon was her prisoner, her fingers curled around his tiny body.
All Simon could think was how he got there. He didn't remember falling asleep on top of her boob. Or in her hand. He was sure he was in his bed. His 6" by 6" stuffed bed that was much too big for him, though he liked it that way. In his little area for all his furniture as well as two small rooms built into the wall. One was a bathroom, and the other a closet. Sometimes he had hidden inside. From her. Though, over time, as they had gotten to know each other and she had stopped sitting on him every day, he had stopped hiding.
But then, when he realized he was pressed against her massive bosom, in her hands, in her bed, he turned the brightest shade of red. It seemed like under the top there was only her skin. No bra between them. It made him feel very comfortable, but at the same time indecent and rude. He had no idea if he had her consent to be here. Or how he even got there. So he wouldn't wake her up.
One thing he did notice was how closely he was being held. Not like a rose held by a dead person, but rather something being snuggled by a small child. And she looked very content. It puzzled him. Though everything about this scenario did, just a little.
Suddenly, she began to roll. He arms and hands shifted, and slid across her chest, taking her minuscule prisoner with them. She turned to her side, facing the open room and curling up. Her arms compressed her breasts, and her hips sat on their side. When she finally finished moving her curvaceous body onto her side, she had him close to her face. In front of it, in fact. He blinked, seeing her large face in front of him, surrounded by long locks of white hair. Her lips were almost curled into a smile. Simon, now oriented uncomfortably on his side, got a good view of her face. Now no longer face first on her bosom, he had time to clear his mind, remain as chaste as his could mentally, and try to figure this out.
He couldn't recall falling asleep, being cuddled by his giant room mate. In fact, she wasn't even in bed by the time he dozed off. Odd. He cocked his head, trying to guess how he got in his current position and why. The implications were many and at times very unpleasant. Maybe they both got drunk the night before. Though that was highly unlikely. He played it safe, for the most part. Brownies are a species prone to being very helpful and serving. All of Simon's family and extended family were hidden away in large manors, polishing and cleaning the various components of each household in exchange for hiding in small nooks they could find. Simon himself was in charge of coordinating his younger siblings to dust, and he cleaned and polished the insides of clocks. He always did like machinery. Brownies are a wholesome species, prone to chastity, selflessness, non-indulgence, and a need to help others. They weren't the partying type. Though that wasn't a universal rule, just a very common inclination of nature.
So, he ruled out any kind of party he may have attended somehow. He mind kept racing, thinking about every permutation. He couldn't ask her, though he wanted to. He could only wait until she was up. He looked her over again, feeling a very comforting warmth emanating from her. There was a sweet aroma in the air, and he assumed it was her, since he had an "earthy" smell, being on the floor basically all day. Unless he bathed in a vat of soap or something right before he snuggled up on her chest.
And then, after an unknown amount of time, since his clock, a watch he had hung on the wall, was out of sight, she began to shift again. Simon sighed, wondering which location he will be thrust to next. She began to roll onto her stomach, so it seemed. Simon felt a bit of relief, hoping she would try and orient herself in a way that he could keep his head right-side up. As she began to shift, she lifted her self ever so slightly her colossal breasts hanging tightly in their tank top containment field, and her hand began to drift to under her body. And when he realized his future destination, Simon scowled in horror. Her hand clasped him to her chest, and he felt the pounds upon pounds of flesh being pushed onto him. He was now face-first into it, and he could barely see anything else besides her giant bust.
And then, she lowered herself quickly down sleeping on her stomach. Simon, held in place by her hand, and being smothered by her chest, panicked. Her weight, forced upon him by two breasts that dwarfed him, began to crush him. He began to realize he would have to do what he hoped to avoid. He didn't want to disturb her, but it was either wake her up or die. Not that she could hear him. And he didn't want to waste his air supply. Still, he was under a massive amount of pressure, surrounded on all sides by her gigantic bosom. He could barely move, but her hand had all his limbs trapped. He quickly forced his arms upward, struggling to free them. They managed to pop on out, and he quickly forced them back down to pull out the rest of his body.
With a huff, he pulled himself out of her hand and out onto the bed, and found himself sandwiched between the sheets and her enormous top. The pressure was still immense. More so, in fact, as he was no longer protected by her hand. He pushed with all his might against the flesh, and it gave enough for him to get enough space to roll onto his stomach. The second he was on his stomach, he was again flattened against the bed spread. Everything was tight. Compressed. Heavy. He had an entire woman on top of him, and he wasn't sure if he could make it.
He struggled to claw his way across the bed spread, but found himself unable to move very far without coming back down. She was heavy. She was massive. He was tiny. And even though being a brownie granted him herculean strength to move heavy objects, he couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle her. And he was afraid this was it. Accidentally smothered by his roommate due to his complacency. She should of escaped when he did, by she looked like she was comfortable with him. Like he was some kind of teddy bear. Some sort of psychological bastion.
Simon was horribly afraid of the outcome he may have been facing. So, in a last-ditch attempt to move and free himself, he pushed himself with all his might forward, pulling with his hands and pushing with his feet. He was flat on the bed, but he wouldn't give up. He reached forward, feeling the building pressure on his arms, and grabbed what he could, then trying with all his might to force himself in the direction of his hands with his feet.
He moved roughly an inch before he could no longer move.
This was it. Compressed into nothing and deprived of air by the enormous bosom of one of his closest friends. It was soft, and very warm, but he felt so cold and afraid. He could survive for a while under there, but he had his limits. But, when it seemed everything was at it's nadir, he could feel a shift in the weight above him, the pressure subsiding, and then returning at full force. She was moving. Suddenly, she lifted herself up, light flooding in on all side of the darkness Simon had thought to be his tomb. The breasts lifted heavily off him, and her massive body lit up in the morning light. He could see wide hips, thighs, impossible hourglass figure, massive bust, and finally her face, with her wide eyes gazing down at him with hazel irises.
When she finally arose, he leaned back, sitting on her heels and leaving half of the bed to Simon, who lay plasted against the bedspread. She looked at him with concern and slight embarrassment, though she smiled seeing he was okay.
There was a long silence between them as Simon rolled over and faced her, turning red seeing her entire gorgeous body on display.
"Morning." She said with a slight smile.
"...good morning." He said, hiding his irritation the best he could.
They looked at each other again.
"Did...did I..." Simon blinked. "Did I fall asleep in your hand?"
Lilith looked away for a second, pulling the covers off herself.
"Um..." He hesitated to ask, but he figured he deserved a mild explanation for why after almost being crushed. "Okay. Do...do you know what happened?" He asked, the frustration gone.
Lilith pulled her legs forward from under her and crossed them, looking down at him. "Well...I kinda...grabbed you when I got home and went to bed with you...not, like, anything weird happened. We just slept in the same bed." She looked almost embarrassed. "...you alright?"
Simon gave a slight nod, peeling himself off of the bed spread. "I'm fine. Just...I didn't expect to wake up there." He said with a shrug, trying to not make her feel bad. "...if you don't mind me asking..." He looked at his feet, and then at the large girl before him. "....eh. Forget it." He turned and headed for the nightstand next to her bed.
"What?" She cocked her head.
"It's not important."
"Well, if it's concerning you, you can ask me."
"Uh...I mean...we don't-"
"Simon, just ask it." She lowered he eyelids and gave him a warm smile.
"Okay." He blinked. "Why did you...snuggle up with me exactly?"
She paused, brushing a white lock of hair behind her ear. "...it's kind of a long story." She begin to lay down, this time curving her body so she was beside Simon. "Just...last night..."
"Hey, if you don't want to tell me, it's fine."
"No. You deserve the know. I did...almost smash you with my boobs." She rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. "I don't hang out with many people..."
Lilith let out a sigh, and Simon sat down on the bed spread.
"All of the monsters and beast-men are kind of jerks. Like, individualists. Arrogant...hipsters. Sort of." She blinked. "Real judgmental. Even though they kind of...suck."
Simon gave a nod in agreement.
"So, I avoid them. But all the mages...the magical folk...they don't want to be around me. Because I'm not one of them. They all hang out in their little groups. So last night I was sitting out on a rooftop, overlooking the school. And I could see all of the groups. In their places. I could...hear them. I could sort of see this grand picture of all these little cliques together. And then, I looked down at the book I was reading and I just felt..." She looked blankly at the ceiling for a moment. "Alone."
Simon sighed and felt a wave of regret pound him. He didn't want to bring up these bad feelings she may have harbored again, but it had happened.
"So, I went home. And when I got here...I saw you. Laying there. In your bed. And I remembered how...even when I just wanted to sit on you and shove you in my bra you always took it with a stride. You were always nice to me. When I'm with you...I don't feel so alone. I mean, it might have just been last night. And all the goings on. But...you've always been a good friend."
Simon looked up at her, and she turned to face him with a smile. He was wide-eyed and unsure what to say.
"You've been good to me. And when I curled up with you, I wasn't alone. I was with you." She looked down. "I'm not saying I'm dependent, on you to think I'm something...but I just needed that..."
"It's...it's cool." Simon said, scratching the back of his head and looking away, usure of what to say. "Just...tell me next time."
She smiled and leaned in suddenly, placing a hand around him and getting her face close to him. "Okay, tiny." She pulled him in and wrapped her arm around him, drawing him into her chest. Her other arm joined in, and she pulled him into a hug, rolling onto her back. "Thanks." She said.