The passage of time was obscured in the thick, impenetrable darkness of Dan's tomb. There was no sound. The air was stale and musky, and the pungent smell of his own excrement was the only stimulation that greeted him.
Dan was waiting to die, alone. It was an embrace he welcomed, even prayed for. He had nothing left, no one left. Death was all that remained, yet fate refused to grant him his only wish.
All he could think about was Francine, the self-satisfied glint in her eyes as she locked him in the amulet, the triumphant smirk as she sealed him in the jewelry box. No doubt she was indulging in some personal pleasure, relaxing in a warm bath, savoring a delicious meal, or enjoying the company of friends and family. She was living her life, completely oblivious to his suffering. And his darling Donna, the woman he fell in love with, pledged to spend the rest of his life with, was moving on, poisoned by the lies her mother had woven.
If he had been more careful, planned the execution of his scheme a little better, positioned himself in a better hiding spot, been more meticulous with the calculations, he could be living out his ultimate fantasy, enjoying every passionate dream he had ever had! Instead, he was rotting in his own filth in a stuffy coffin, trapped in his mother-in-law’s clutches. It wasn’t fair, life had finally given him an outlet for his passion, only to take it away at the last moment. Dan felt as if he was paying the penance for a sin he’d only just had the luxury of imagining, and it didn’t feel fair.
As Dan passed in and out of consciousness, on the verge of giving in to hysterics, a bright light and a quaking eruption of sound and movement pulled him into a panicked wakefulness. He struggled to pull himself up and braced against the walls of the amulet. Somebody was coming, but whom?
No doubt it was Fran coming back for him. Perhaps she had thought of yet another torment to inflict upon him, one more cruel stab to the gut before abandoning him to his slow walk toward starvation.
“Let me out of here Francine, let me out of here right now! You’ve had your fun, now let me go!” Anger swelled within him, and he slammed his fists against the hard glass wall, screaming up at the distorted figure of a woman looming over him like some projection into the heavens. He had never hated Francine as much as he did right now, his eyes blurry and sore from the intrusion of light in his dark burial chamber.
It was a woman, that much was true, but it wasn't Francine.
With a soft, oval shaped face with well defined features, high elegant cheekbones, large almond shaped baby blue eyes and a polished, elegant light dusting of makeup. He knew who this was right away, even before she started to speak through lips shaped perfectly like cupid's bow over a round, soft, gentle jawline and dirty blond hair framing her cute, delicate, high cheekbones.
"Gracie?" Dan muttered, his anger slowly giving way to morbid curiosity.
"Let's see what she has to choose from." As if her looming presence, peering down on him from above, wasn’t enough, that familiar, soft, husky, and melodious voice was the deciding factor. This was Gracie Delmont, without question.
"Gracie, please, I need your help!" Dan cried as he watched the youngest Delmont sister pull out item after item, examining them for a moment before idly tossing them back. He screamed and pleaded for her attention, but as time went on, he realized it was hopeless. She even looked directly at him a few times, only to glance past him as if he wasn't even there.
He watched the precious light fade as Gracie shifted the contents of his sarcophagus around, burying him in gold, diamonds, and costume jewelry. All the while, he remained unsure if this would be the last time his eyes were graced with the light, only knowing that he had once again failed to make himself seen, perhaps for the last time.
"No, please, don't let me die like this. Gracie, please!" Dan whimpered as a gigantic gold bangle was dropped onto him, followed by a watch and several other items. Soon, Gracie's face was completely obscured. He could still hear her muttering to herself, but once again, he was entombed in darkness.
There would be no rescue, no last-minute miracle, just another cruel ray of hope shattered by fate once again. “It’s not fair…” Dan cried, as stillness and silence crept back over him like a swarm of rats.
Then, a sudden sense of vertigo jolted him as he was thrown back against the rear wall of his prison. Light flooded the amulet as it was lifted by the gold chain, pulled from beneath the pile of jewelry.
"Ohh, this is nice!" Gracie brought the amulet before her face and eyed it closely.
From his prison inside the cloudy rose-gold glass amulet, Dan could just make out Gracie's face, the faint outline of her features sent a shiver through him. Her eyes, a striking baby blue, seemed to glimmer with curiosity, the way they caught the light as she held the amulet before her face. Her lips were slightly parted in an amused expression, her skin, fair and flawless, shimmered under the ambient light, and her long hair, a rich brown with hints of gold, cascaded over her shoulders like a silken curtain. To Dan, she looked otherworldly, beautiful, almost ethereal, but also impossibly distant, a giant looming just beyond his reach.
Dan barely had a second to scream before he was tossed and thrown about like a rag doll, his frail, bruised body sliding helplessly against the unyielding glass amulet as Gracie moved with terrifying fluidity.
Gracie unclipped the necklace and draped it around her neck. She glanced at herself in the mirror as the amulet settled between her breasts, resting in the valley just above her breastbone.
"It's so tacky, it almost looks good!" Gracie giggled, toying with the pendant between her fingers. She gazed down at it, running her fingertip over the small bump that served as the clasp. "So retro, it even opens!" she added, eyeing the amulet closely as she fiddled with it, trying to pry it open.
Dan was in hysterics, this was his chance, perhaps the only opportunity he'd ever get. Gracie was about to open the amulet, and if he timed everything perfectly, maybe he could get her attention before she closed it again. "Gracie, help me! I'm here, Gracie?!" Dan screamed, fully aware of the futility of it all, but trying at least made him feel useful, as if he were actively contributing to his escape.
Gracie placed one thumb on each side and using a glossy painted nail, pried the amulet open. It popped open quickly and slipped from her fingers, landing back between her breasts. "Ahh!" Gracie let out a short scream, surprised by her own clumsiness, then laughed. "Heh... a little stiff. I guess Ma doesn’t wear it much. Must be super old or something."
Dan tumbled out, falling for what felt like an eternity, finally coming to rest between the valley of his sister-in-law's breasts.
"Gah…shit…I can’t get a grip…it’s too slippery.” His struggles for footing only caused him to slip further into the soft, black canyon.
Wah…crap…nope, no good." Dan yelped as the fleshy mounds engulfed him. With every movement the blonde-haired Gracie made, he became more entrapped. He was no better off than before. “Er…um…help! Gracie?
Smooth slippery flesh allowed no traction as he slid deeper and deeper into Gracie’s cleavage, the underside of her smooth round chin growing ever distant as he found himself confined by 360 degrees of soft, fragrant flesh.
Gracie held the rose-gold amulet close to her face, giving the inside a quick sniff before pulling it away, her expression sour. "Eww! This thing stinks!" she exclaimed, frowning as she held the amulet away from her nose. "What died in here?" She unhooked the amulet and dropped it back into the jewelry box. Satisfied with her curiosity, she closed the lid and locked it, setting the key back beside it where her mother had left it.
Dan braced his arms on either side of the dark canyon and pushed against the invading breast flesh with everything he had, he put forth a Herculean effort, but wasn’t able to so much as capture for himself an additional millimeter to breathe easier. He was stuck good, and with every movement she made, his situation seemed to get worse, he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Uh, god the smell…how much perfume are you wearing, woman.” Dan coughed, the air was thick with Gracie's perfume and the musk of her natural scent, a strong and overpowering aroma that might not have been unpleasant if he weren’t plastered to her skin like a mole or a wart. Still, it was much more appealing than Francine. “If I survive this, I may never smell again…”
Dan continued to slip with every movement and sway of his oblivious new host until he felt solid ground beneath his feet, the base of Gracie's bra cup. On either side of him loomed ominous, gigantic breasts, shaking and wobbling with every step she took. He could hear the thunderous, rhythmic beating of her heart and feel her chest expanding and contracting with each breath. It was a warm and soothing feeling, the first comfort he had been blessed with since this ordeal began, and the first human contact he’d had since Francine had locked him away. It was almost relaxing, and definitely a lot warmer than the solitude of his amulet.
Since he was settled near the base of Gracie’s bra, he had a little more room to breathe, but not much. The wire frame of the bra cup supported the weight of her breasts just enough to keep him from suffocating, and he found himself amused that he owed his life to his sister in law's modest bust, any larger and he was confined he’d suffocate, that is if he wasn’t crushed between first.
“Why is it so hot in here, I can hardly breathe, this is terrible…why did I ever think this would be fun?” As with everything else Dan had experienced so far, this was nothing at all like he had imagined. Her breasts were tight, bouncy, and hard, the softness that made breasts such an appealing thing in the first place, incomprehensible to him now . He felt like a grape pressed between a vice clamp. Even the most modest effort on her part would be enough to end his existence. Now they were nothing more than massive, firm, and unmovable barriers to his freedom.
With no escape to the left, right or down, Dan looked skyward, toward the underside of Gracie's chin, mostly obscured by the two orbs of flesh pressed together. Through the firmly pressed gap, he could just make out her silhouette. She was looking forward, oblivious to his existence. It was vaguely reminiscent of those months ago when he had been lost to Francine. “Well, not getting out that way either.” He sighed, resigning himself to his fate, he was going wherever Gracie was, like it or not.
As time passed, Dan began to perspire, as being pressed between a woman's breasts exposed him to an awful lot of body heat; again, nothing like he had dreamed about, it was hot, humid and oppressive, with every step Gracie took causing him great discomfort, threatening to void the scarce contents of his stomach. “I’ll never get used to this….”
As Gracie moved out of her mother's room, Dan could only brace himself as he was taken along for the ride. But there was no despair, no grief, no sadness or panic. Despite the hopelessness of his situation, Dan smiled, this was not a setback, this was a boon. He was free from Francine, free from her cruel treachery, given a second chance to contact Donna and make it all better. He had been offered a small lifeline, and he was glad for it. He was still in the game, as now he had hope.
Dan’s path was clear; he had to find a way back to Donna, Gracie was to be the ferry that would carry him to freedom.
“It will be different this time.” He said to himself, “I’ll confess everything, apologize and put myself at her mercy.” Dan nodded, he had to tell her the truth, everything. This was his Donna, she was nothing like her mother. It wouldn’t be easy, but he had to face her scorn, her judgment. Only then could he make Fran pay. Only then he could he bring the gigantic witch to her knees, and maybe…just maybe earn his life back, if Donna was forgiving and kind, like he knew her to be.
All he had to do was make his way from his sister-in-law’s rack, to his wife’s ear.
Somehow.
Time passed, Dan fought to stay awake in the claustrophobic tightness of Gracie’s cleavage, the heat, pressure and momentum turning his skin pale and clammy. But none of that was nearly enough to wipe the grin from his lips, he was escaping, right out from under Francine’s nose.
"I'm heading out for a while, Ma! Don't wait up!" Gracie chirped eagerly as she threw on her knee-high suede boots and buckled them.
"Mmmmhmm, in town for such a short time and you can’t even spare some time to spend with your dear mother?" Fran's voice echoed around Dan, he felt another presence, close. Very close.
Dan cowered against the mound of flesh and shut his eyes tightly. Never had he imagined he could ever wish to be even smaller. He could smell her perfume through the overwhelming fragrant cloud of Gracie’s own, even feel the heat as she stood close to her daughter, her voice loud and imposing, making Gracie’s seem small and meek.
"We’ll have lots of time to talk, Ma. I’m gonna go see some old friends for coffee! We’ll chat later, okay?" Gracie dismissed, much to Dan’s elatement.
“Fine, I know how it is.” Francine dismissed, looking offended.
Gracie gave her mother a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Well... see ya!" Gracie smiled and turned on her heel, heading out the door.
Dan sighed in relief. “So long, bitch.” Dan practically sang as he heard and felt Gracie gather her belongings, and head out the door.
The game was on.
Round one had gone to Francine, but the game was far from over.