Wittle Digi was planning on staying home for the weekend, though found that he’d be wrapped up in other businesses. Of course, what can you expect when it’s your birthday and you have some, somewhat, overzealous friends. Wittle Digi himself was a tiny, tiny person with stubby arms and legs, him seeming to stand at under 3 feet tall. He also had some pudding-brown hair and was covered in cream-colored fur, save for the red streaks going from his eyes to his cheeks. He also had remarkable eyes, orange in color and black where the whites should be. Despite this, it didn’t seem to sway anyone from his cute charm. In fact, it sort of added to it. 
	The tiny, tiny guy received a few messages from a couple of close friends. The messages simply told him that he should come over and lend them a hand, but considering his size compared to them, he figured that may’ve been a bit of a lie. Combine that with the day, and… well, you didn’t have to be a genius to connect the line between A and B. Fortunately, it wasn’t a long walk, and sure enough, he was approaching the front door of a remarkably large house. Digi, being his size, had sprung for a house his size. But, with friends more than twice his size, they sprung for a house a little over twice his’ size. 
	Each step up to the front deck required a short hop from Digi, and the door itself towered over him, him barely able to brush up against the doorknob when he tried to grasp it (in the past, he’d slowly gotten used to being unable to touch the doorknob). Even the doorbell was high up! But Digi himself was far from without options. So, he performed the tried and true method of knocking the door. Upon striking the door, he could hear hushed giggles inside, followed by shushes from what would ordinarily be an unknown source. He heard someone behind the door clear their throat. 
	“Come in~” a playful voice said. Shortly after that, he watched the door pull open a little, leaving a crack before the one that opened it scampered off. Now, he could approach, and give the door a gentle push open. Despite this helping hand, he had to put in a little extra effort to open it. But soon, the door spread open, revealing the similarly super-sized lobby, featuring a rug for placing shoes about half Digi’s size, closets the size of the door Digi just pushed, and similarly giant stairs straight ahead, though two separate hallways laid perpendicular to that path ahead. 
	“Jay? Jasmine?” he asked, holding a hand to his mouth to project his voice. “Where are you two now?” 
	“We’re upstairs!” that playful voice from before answered. “Come on, to my room!” Digi felt his heart bump a little at that. There were many reasons a large lady would invite him to their bedroom, and it usually wasn’t that great for him. Still, he’d already made his presence known, so he feared that leaving now would just be rude. So, he approached the staircase, and began climbing it, a long process considering his size. Eventually, he made it to the upper floor, at which he glanced around. Each door up there was similarly large, and each was shut tight. Except for one, however. 
	At the far end of the hallway, he could see a white door open a crack, a gentle light shining within. This was, as Digi was familiar with, Jasmine’s room. He approached wearily, taking deep breaths as he neared what he was certain was a trap. He calmed down and brushed his brow, taking in deep breath after deep breath. Soon, though, he was able to plant his hands on the door, before pushing forwards and spreading the door open. And within, he could see Jasmine’s familiar room. The floor was dressed in pink carpeting, a queen-sized bed with red sheets over it, white walls and pink curtains outside, each drawn shut over their respective windows. What there wasn’t, however, was a certain pair of friends. Of course the two wouldn’t unveil themselves immediately. 
	He carefully stepped into the room, looking around wearily, though the ones that attracted him had kept hidden, still. He came in closer and closer, clenching his hands together in worry while glancing around carefully. He couldn’t help but feel a little shiver go through himself as he wandered into the lion’s den. And, unfortunately, his time inside would net him an issue. Sure enough, he’d come to see that his fear was true, when the door behind him suddenly swung shut. He looked back, and spied one of his friend’s, and Jasmine’s guest here. She was a bat lady, bearing chocolate brown skin, red eyeliner, red hair, and red lipstick. She wore red boots and striped pink socks, her thighs squeezed tightly by those things, as well as short shorts and a wine-red tanktop. And completing her seductive yet sinister look was a dark coat, her arms going through the sleeves while the collar flairs up like the top of a vampire’s cape. This was none other than Jay, one of a few seductive bats that Digi knew. He’d then hear a “pomf” on the bed in front of him, prompting him to swivel around to see who this was. 
	On top of that bed, set on all fours like a predatory feline, was yet another large, lady bat. She bore white fur with gray spots all over it, a bit of hair positioned seductively over one of her eyes. She wore red eyeliner, red lipstick, and red nails. And on top of that, she also wore a tight, red sweater, it squeezing around her giant, giant breasts, it coming down beneath her hips. Meanwhile, she wore bright red stocking that clung to her thick thighs tightly, them shining in the soft light. Of course, this was the owner of this house, much less this room, Jasmine. 
	“H-hi you too…” Digi said, immediately feeling threatened by the two of them. They each had a wicked smirk on them, as if they were looking upon some yummy dessert. 
	“So, do you know what day today is?” Jasmine asked. Digi could hear Jay approach, and he could hear her rub her hands hungrily as she looked over him. 
	“Th-the 21st?” Digi asked. 
	“Well, that’s one way of looking at it,” Jay answered. Faster than Digi could react, Jay reached under his arms and hoisted him up, snatching him against her cleavage and holding him close. She felt terrifyingly soft, and Digi noticed that he sank a little into the shirt caressing her breasts. Each orb was around him, pressing into his sides. Fortunately, it seemed like the shirt wouldn’t give that much more, so he’d be safe. Well, as safe as anyone in a lusty bat’s grip could be. “Though, I think you know what else today is~” Digi blushed deeply and squirmed a little in her grip. 
	“U-uh… Thursday?” 
	“I think, what she means…” Jasmine started, “Is that today is your birthday, little man!” Of course it was, they were always weird around this. Well, they were always weird, but on days like this especially… 
	“O-oh yeah, I didn’t quite realize,” he said. “Yeah, I’m kind of at the age where they’re not as big a deal-“
	“Nonsense!” Jay assured. “If you’re not celebrating them, then we owe it to you to celebrate them with you!” As she spoke, she greedily rubbed her cheek into Digi’s scalp, the latter grunting and wriggling about in discomfort. Jay would then walk forwards, Jasmine crawling back to give Digi some room, before the chocolate-colored bat set the little guy down at the far end of the bed. Jay would make sure to stand behind him to make sure he couldn’t flee backwards, while Jasmine began to stalk forwards, that same look dressing her face as she neared him. Digi could feel his heart thumping with worry, and his face was burning up. Closer and closer she came, and he could see the hunger on her face grow as she got closer and closer. 
	And then, with her leaning in, she’d decide to go in for the kill. She suddenly lunged towards his forehead, smacking her painted lips right in between his eyes! 
	“Ah!” Digi gasped out when she attacked. She held the kiss, suckling on his head, before prying off with a wet “mwah”, leaving behind a bright red stain beneath his hairline. He could feel it, and would reach up, tapping the mark a little. Sure enough, some of the residue was left on his hand. However, he didn’t have much more time to contemplate that, as the white bat would lean in to strike his cheek, making him grunt and wriggle against her. She kept herself close and would lean in around him, smooching more and more of his cheeks as she traveled towards his neck. 
	Digi shuddered and shook about as she approached his sensitive spots. He couldn’t help but gasp as she suckled on his neck flesh, leaving a fine layer of lipstick all over the left side of his head. With that, she’d pull away and sigh dreamily. 
	“Oh, how greedy of me!” she declared. “Jay has her own gift, doesn’t she?” 
	“Of course I do!” Jay declares.
	“Of course she does…” Digi remarked with little enthusiasm. Either way, he’d feel the bat behind him lean down and tug him back, forcing him to sit his small butt on her breasts, the two of them feeling like bean bag chairs beneath him. Her fingers wrapped over his thighs and held them in place as she leaned in, her breath beating against the back of his head. He shuddered and squirmed about, but she held the boy’s legs in place, her leaning in. He could feel her lips linger mere centimeters away from him. He shuddered and worried about moving. He felt like he was stuck in some sorta trap. If he were to move, then these predators would lunge upon him and gobble him up like a piece of meat. 
	Jasmine didn’t seem like she herself would attack, but Jay was no less dangerous a woman. And, considering how close she was, she could very easily snap him up. The mere thought of that made him break into a nervous sweat and shake upon those breasts he was forced to sit upon. However, with how focused he was on the pair of lips behind him, he could now notice himself sink slightly into her cleavage, though the lady was “kind” enough to hold his legs to keep him in place for, what he was sure was, a powerful attack. Still, it wasn’t like there was anything he could do to save himself. 
	Either way, Jay would come in, and bury her lips into the back of his neck, getting him squirming about as she suckled upon him. He wiggled about, kicking his legs in a flurry as she assailed him. Combined with that bust wrapped up in her shirt, it felt like her breasts were pinching on either hip, only making it harder for him to move. In fact, with all of his moving, he was actually starting to sink into her cleavage! Not that he’d notice yet, he was too worried with what was going on behind him. Speaking of, Jay’d graduated from merely giving him a red ring around his neck, to shoving herself under Digi’s hair to keep on assailing the back of his head. 
	Digi would squeal and thrash around, trying to get some sort of handhold on the smooth breasts around him to hopefully keep him from falling deeper. Soon, she’d gone from the back of his head, to instead leave a peck on the tip of either of his ears. He shuddered and felt the urge to cross his legs defensively, biting his lip and shutting his eyes in response. Jay, meanwhile, was more than happy to assail the poor guy from behind. Soon, though, she had her fill of his head, before leaning back, leaving the small guy panting, blushing deeply, although it’d be hard to tell on one of his cheeks, on account of being all covered up. 
	The two bats looked at each other, and shared a knowing nod. Digi saw it, and could tell they were up to something. He only wish he could know what, the anticipation was always among the worst part of these situations! He’d soon get his answer as Jay held her breasts, before slowly pulling them either way. At that moment, Digi was suddenly aware of the feeling of the spreading hole beneath himself as gravity started to drag him down. With a gasp, he reached up and grabbed some of the boob flesh, blushing at the thought of what might be his birthday prison. 
	“N-now we don’t need to go that far-!” Digi tried to say. Jasmine, however, would gently press the small guy’s nose and shush him. 
	“Now now, it’s not everyday you can celebrate,” she said. “So, if you’ll please, lay back, and enjoy the rest of our gift~” With that, she pressed down on his nose, booping him deeper into the cleavage. He grunted as he plunged the rest of the way down, the top of his head now only poking up. With him nice and in place, Jay would take advantage, and bring her breasts back into place. Digi would grunt and wriggle about as the large things, each slightly bigger than his body, squished down on him on either side. To make matters worse, those squishy things threatened to invade all of his body… including his very vulnerable crotch… 
	He’d try to cross his legs, though Jay herself seemed to be aware of just what he was trying. For, she’d reach in under her tank top, and in a moment he could feel her fingers wrap around his thighs. He blushed and wriggled harder and harder. 
	“A-aw c’mon! Y-you can’t-!” he begged. Despite that, the chocolate bat spared no quarter, spreading his legs apart and giving her breasts full access to his poor, poor weakspot. He grunted and shook about, shuddering and letting out a squeal as her breasts assailed him. “Eeyah!” he squealed as he shook about. It felt so funky. These breasts were soaked in sweat, some of it having run down their curves and into the cleavage. Even now he could feel the droplets drip down past him, like he was stuck in some sensual waterfall. Jay herself couldn’t help but squeeze her boobs together around him, squishing him even more. He felt his weakspot throb with excitement as she bore into him. 
	“You know, you look rather uneven,” Jasmine remarked as she looked over the birthday boy’s half-red face. Digi grunted and wriggled about more and more, feeling threatened by the lady’s hungry face. “Aw, don’t you shake like that~ It’ll make it harder to provide an even coating~” With that, she’d reach in and clasp either side of Digi’s shaking head. And he could only watch as her large, large lips descended upon him. He wailed and writhed about as she began dressing what was left of his face, covering that cream-color with a fine layer of cherry-red. All the while, Jay and Jasmine would end up squishing up the bust that caressed the little guy, Jay groping them with her hands while Jasmine squished her breasts up against Jay’s, leading to a multi-angled assault on his tiny, tiny body. 
	They never failed to put the squeeze on him as tightly as possible. They were very practiced, and the layer of sweat seemed to make sure they were lubed up around his weakspot. Eventually, Jasmine would finish up her next part of the attack, at which she’d pull back. She admired how the birthday boy was all smudged up in red, a perfect little gift for him for now. 
	“Don’t you love a birthday face painting?” Jasmien asked. Digi, meanwhile, felt dazed from the attack, his attention split between his face and his lower half, especially as beads of his defeat began to dot the inside of Jay’s cleavage. “Aw, are you nearing your end already, buddy? Daw, just lie back~” Jasmine, meanwhile, would hook the underside of her sweater, before pulling up and up, leaving Digi to watch as the thick, red shirt curled up over her boobs. Soon, it was up and off, unveiling her grand chest, held back by a lacy black bra. Jasmine would reach behind her to grapple with the hook of her bra, soon undoing it and releasing her breasts from their lacy prison, looming inches before Digi. 
	He watched as her nipples neared him, one angled towards his lips. He shuddered and shook around in worry, eyes wide as she got closer and closer. However, she was soon able to smush her breast into him, smushing into his lips. She’d gently caresses the back of his head to keep him in place, forcing him to suckle on it while Jay is smushing her breasts around him more and more and more. He was blushing intensely, almost burning past the layer of lipstick as the two bats assailed him. He shuddered and grunted and wriggled, but he was totally and completely at their mercy. 
	Of course, soon they’d finish him. With a few more suckling and a few more squeezing, Digi’s eyes widened and he’d squeal into his assailant’s boob. Meanwhile, a thick, wet spot would form on the front of Jay’s shirt. With that, the two bats would sigh before pulling away, looking over his weakened form. His lips were quivering, drool was pooling from his lips, and he was shaking. The bats smirked over him. 
	“Aw, looks like he really liked it~” Jay remarked. Jasmine nodded happily as he looked over the writhing birthday boy, who still seemed stun. 
	“Happy birthday~”