Greg felt something brush against his chest. It touched him lightly a few more times before poking him in a rough manner. He swatted at whatever it was and found himself pushing against something immovable.

  His arm hurt; so did his ankle. The pain worked it's way through his spine until it roused him from the depths of unconsciousness.

  He suddenly remembered his position and he clenched his eyes tightly shut. He felt around with his trembling hands and felt the warm and soft ground he lay upon. It had numerous shallow valleys that he traced with his fingers and it jiggled slightly as he did so. He opened his eyes and confirmed what he knew.

  Greg was sitting atop the wide plain of Laura's palm. Her fingers were slightly curled behind his back and he turned to see her thumb near his side. She was looking down on him with one of her characteristic smirks. One eyebrow, still thin at her size, was arched high and matched the sharpness of her cheekbones that peeked through her slender face. She had a slight smile that complimented them, a smile that exposed the bright outline of her straight teeth.

  "GOOD MORNING ... TINY."

  Greg swallowed. He found her beautiful once. He did again now in a sinister sort of way. But in between those two instances he had forgotten; he had forgotten and was reminded now with alarming clarity.

  "Uh, hi Laura."

  She began to laugh; her broad shoulders jumped with the light force of it and sent ripples through her torso. He stared at the large and perfect spheres of her breasts. They billowed towards him with taut firmness, the tight skin shining in the Nevada sun.

  "THEY'RE NICE, AREN'T THEY?"

  Greg shrugged.

  "You ... you really are beautiful Laura."

  "I KNOW, NOW."

  He ran his fingers over the heel of her hand, doing his best to seem soothing.

  "That was really a, uh ... good thing ... you did to Charlie; breaking him in half like that," Greg swallowed again, "he really deserved it."

  Her eyes widened a little as she nodded.

  "OH REALLY?"

  "Yeah! I thought it was ... sexy."

  He watched as she shook her head and he felt his soul sink further downward.

  "YOU REALLY ARE PATHETIC."

  "I know."

  "I CAN'T BELIEVE I PUT UP WITH YOU AS LONG AS I DID. I CAN'T BELIEVE I PUT UP WITH ANY OF YOU AS LONG AS I DID. IT JUST TOOK THIS," she shook her head more emphatically as she waved a hand along the length of her body, "TO SHOW ME THAT THINGS DIDN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY. IT DIDN'T HAVE TO END LIKE THIS GREG."

  Greg's lower lip trembled as his body began to shake.

  "It didn't have to end like ... like what?"

  "I THINK YOU KNOW."

  "Oh no, please, no baby! I swear, I didn't mean any of it!" Greg flopped forward onto his knees as he clasped his hands in incessant pleading, "I love you! Honest! I never meant to hurt you!"

  "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE, BE A MAN. AT LEAST FACE YOUR DEATH WITH A LITTLE DIGNITY"

  "But I don't want to die!"

  "YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE. AND THIS WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT YOU."

  Greg buried his face in his arms hiding his last tears as he cried them.

  "How can you be so cruel?" He heard her begin to laugh again. The sun was shining behind her, giving her a light halo about her giant body.

  "THIS WILL BE THE LAST OF IT. I'VE BEEN SAVING IT FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS, JUST TO GIVE TO YOU." Her smile began to fade and Greg felt his heart fade along with it. His skin bleached pale as she started to reach for him with her other hand; the long fingers easily plucked him from his seat and he could do nothing to escape. He tried to fight, but all he accomplished was to twist and turn as she held tight to the scruff of his neck.

  "Wh ... what are you going to do?"

  Laura took in a deep breath; her eyes still resting on him as she moistened her lips. Greg couldn't think of anything else except how powerful she seemed. She had always been toned and lithe; but her increased size magnified her strength by a hundred-fold. Every curve and every line was deep, firm and unyielding. Her eyes were filled with myriad fragments of color; set in a stern and unsympathetic face.

  Greg found himself drifting towards her, floating through the air to her chest. Laura held him there for a moment and he felt the incredible heat from her body. Above him her smooth neck glided to her set chin and face beyond. Behind him, the broad bones of her collar and the strong muscles holding the grandness of her breasts. Her fingers twitched, the long nails catching a hint of the sunlight, and she began to lower him.

  His feet dipped into the narrow valley of her decolletage, gliding over the soft flesh and squeezing into the warm space between. Greg fidgeted, not entirely sure what was happening, Laura pressed down on his shoulders and he was pushed deeper into a billowy bed that molded over his body, engulfing him completely. She let go of him and he remained trapped between breasts that spanned taller and wider than his six-foot frame. He squirmed, trying to turn himself, but found he was unable to move.

  "What's goin' on? Laura? What are you going to do?" He gazed upward, but he couldn't see past her chin. He saw her shoulders tense and realized she was lifting up her arms. Her chest jiggled heavily, her hands lifting up the large cups from beneath. One of them bulged upward and he found it pressing into his cheek.

  It was starting to become warmer.

  It was starting to become unbearably hot.

  Greg panted, a drop of sweat forming on his forehead to slide down the bridge of his nose. He found himself beginning to take shorter breaths and he blinked through the haze, realizing that she was beginning to squeeze him; it had the same effect as of trying to inhale inside a sauna. The muscles of her shoulders were standing out with exertion and he gasped.

  Her breasts swelled, rising higher as she pushed them closer together. The taut skin rose up to consume his head, enveloping him in cleavage. They pressed harder upon his chest and he could feel the air being massaged out of his body. Each inhalation was quicker than the last and his head began to swim. Dizziness attacked his senses as the blood fought to pulse into his head. Greg grew weaker. The worlds were closing in on him and he was drowning. They squeezed tighter; darkness surrounded him, and the heat. The unbearable heat. It bathed him in a thick sweat that could do nothing to help.

  Greg choked. He tried to take in another breath but she wouldn't let him. His eyes rolled back into his head and he lapsed into unconsciousness. The last things he felt were her breasts crushing him one last time and the final beat of his struggling heart.

  Laura felt the life leave his body. She felt his tiny pulse slowing though the skin of her chest and his final struggles before there was nothing.

  She pressed her hands together for a few more seconds before letting them go. Her breasts resumed their firm shape, barely sinking with their own weight. She reached between them and pulled out the body of her former boyfriend.

  Greg had never been much of a lover, even back when they first started seeing each other. She just needed him to feel safe, to feel wanted and loved.

  Laura didn't need him anymore.

  With a scoop from her hand, Laura gouged a good sized hole out of the earth. She ceremoniously placed him within it and covered him with the brown soil. She stood up and turned to walk away.

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