Velma Dinkley - pt 1

>you get a new job at some local science type museum place
>owner is kind of a weird dude who cackles and laughs about coming closer to achieving his goals but he pays triple minimum wage so you don't complain
>new exhibit about 'spooky science fiction' section opens up and you're tasked with guiding visitors though
>you have to wear a ghost specter sort of outfit as part of this exhibit which seems a bit cheesy and uncomfortable due to it having been extra warm today, but again, with triple minimum wage complaining doesn't even cross your mind
>get last new prop set up, weird amount of effort that had to go with building and plugging it in just for some prop
>you probably should have changed into your costume after setting it up instead of before, but whatever
>"Jinkies, the specter!"
>WHAT THE FU-
>you bump into the machine in front of you nearly having a heart attack at the sudden voice behind you
>some weird light starts glowing from it and before you know it your body feels weird and you're kind of out of it
>as you come to you feel like you're dangling from your costume as you hear a large voice coming at you
>some cute girl with glasses seems to be billboard sized and in front of you... somehow
>before you can process this properly you hear what seems like your outfit tearing, and in a panic try to tell the large sweater wearing girl about your predicament
>today was not your day as you end up falling, your cheap costume giving out on you
>as you close your eyes and ready yourself for death, things become suddenly much more soft... and orange?
>you hear the giant girl above you saying something but you're more preoccupied with what you realize your position is on this girl
>you can't help but enjoy it somewhat
>someone from a different room calls out "We've caught the specter!"
>the girl above you sounds confused as she goes to investigate
>a few moments later you hear about some people talking about how they managed to trap some guy dressed up like a ghost, apparently your boss had a really nice costume
>that explains why you ended up only wearing this crap
>also from what you can make out it seems like your boss was secretly mining silver from under the museum or something?
>that explains how he was able to afford to pay you so much
>they seem to be rambling on now about other things they noticed about mysterious lights, some trap doors, and the girl you're with even comments on some fake tiny ghost hologram she ran into
>that explains - wait what?
>the thoughts you had are squeezed out of your head as your world is compressed, the skin of this girl surrounding you and your senses, unable to move or think
>you'd scream if you could, but it's taking all your energy to keep conscious at the moment
>there's a sudden release as you can breathe and think easier, and you hear your boss say something about being angry at these meddling kids
>forget meddling kids you nearly got your overpaid ass knocked out by these meddling tits!
>as it sounds like some cops are taking your boss away you hear about the group heading to their van
>you try to thrash and move about to get this girls attention but it seems like her movement is jostling her tits about making it hard for you to keep your bearings let alone get her attention
>no wonder there was a gap where the collar of her sweater was, these tits were massive and easily stretching out this poor fabric trying to do the impossible task that was containing these knockers
>soon you remember the heat of the evening as you feel your body sweat from your confinement... and it seems like you're not the only one sweating either
>you're not able to move without rubbing some of this girls sweat on you soon enough, as you're practically coated in her fluids
>you feel it starting to adhere yourself to her skin as time goes on, your shitty costume tearing even more as it's trying to keep up with whatever the hell situation you're in
>all together not the worst night you've had, spending it near some cute girl, who's name is apparently Velma if you're hearing correctly
>not an altogether unpleasant scent from her either, something light and flowery... though it kind of smells like there's a wet dog nearby, for some reason
>as you're enjoying yourself you remember that, hey, you've actually got shit to do so you kind of need to get out of here
>you start moving away from this girl to maybe climb her from the outside
>since you're closer to the bottom you try to make your daring escape from there
>after some shimmying you manage to stick our head out to get a breath of freedom, and a sight of, shocker, some more orange
>as you try to work your way to the right to climb around to an opening, you feel some weight lift from you
>wait, hold on, weren't there-
>SLAM
>the tits that had been holding you in place had bounced up, gravity doing the necessary task of returning them to their place right up against you
>you curse your luck pinned to the underboob, stuck, wondering what the chances of that were
>apparently pretty good chances because it happens twice more before this girl gets out of the vehicle, the sweat not doing you or your deteriorating costume any favors
>the movement and noises seem to be indicating this girl is getting out of a vehicle, and she tells her friends good night as the sound of a car drives off
>you can feel her walking again, and saying something quietly to herself
>"I appreciate a nice straightforward mystery... but now I need to investigate whatever has been feeling weird around my chest."
>this last bit is punctuated by yet another compression into your tiny being, the chest absolutely enveloping your tiny form
>you could only hope this girl will actually find you, and maybe hear you out