Is There A More Comfy Place Than A Bra...
My current comfort thought is pretty simple but appeals to me a lot, namely to be stuffed or dropped into the bra of a big as they go about their day.
Cozied up in the soft padding of their undergarment, acting as something of a hammock at my tiny size, my weight just barely forming a dent which isn't even visible through my host's clothing.
The warm scent of my host's freshly showered and pampered body and the floral scent of their bra mix together to create a sort of hazy air which near melts my worries away, combining with the weight of the massive, heavy, yet soft boob gently pinning me down for however long they wish to keep me there.
Not that I care, of course. The distant sounds of various conversations and outside noises drift into my little den, muffled by the padding, and on occasion I feel their fingers as they adjust their bra and gives me a few subtle soft rubs to check on me.
Perhaps they're kind, or teasy, or perhaps they're meaner and wears their bra tight to ensure I'm pressed into their boob. Perhaps they can handle my movements just fine until they get home again, or they press me down to make me stop, or maybe I end up violently shaken as they rush to the bathroom for some "alone time".
I don't mind serving my host if they want it, however. It's rather thrilling to imagine wriggling upward and heading to their nipple - likely big enough to cover my torso and for me to hug and rub. My host could ask for it or demand it, depending on their personality, and either way it's fine with me. I'd probably end up getting real exhausted throughout the day and by the time my host peels their bra away from their chest to retrieve me, I may be sleeping contently within their bra cup...!
Just a few thoughts on it, hope you enjoyed reading!