"Ughhh...." Sara groaned as she reached for the back of her head. She winced when her fingers found the bruise beneath her blonde ponytail. "Shit, what happened?" She slowly began to sit up, her joints aching with every motion. "Where am I anyway?" she mumbled. Wherever she was, it was pretty dark, and quite humid. She pulled her phone from her pocket, and activated the little flashlight, and began to look around. The ground andwalls were a dark brown, but the light from her phone wasn't enough to illuminate the ceiling.

Sara switched of the light to conserve her battery, and allow her eyes to adjust to the blackness. She held her phone up and wandered around, looking for a signal, but the little letters telling her "No Service" refused to change into a bar.

"Dammit," she muttered as she switched it into airplane mode. She made a mental note to try again later, once she figured out where she was stuck. She walked over to the nearest wall and placed her hand against it, only to recoil at the texture. "What the hell?!" She reached out again, gingerly this time, and ran her fingers along the wall. It had a soft feeling to it, not like the stone or wood she was expecting. It wasn't fabric.....leather, that's what it felt like to her. "This doesn't make any sense" she mumbled to herself.

Suddenly, the floor shook, gently at first.

Thud.

Sara stopped walking. An earthquake? She thought to herself. It was California, so the possibility existed.

Thud.

She could feel the fear beginning to set in, her adrenal glands working to enhance her senses. Wherever she was, an earthquake would not be a good thing; she had no cover, and had no idea what might fall from the unseen roof.

Thud.

It couldn't be an earthquake, the sounds are too consistent. And they're getting louder.

THUD.

It sounded like some sort of drum was moving towards her, just on the other side of the wall.

THUD!

The whole cave lurched, causing Sara to tumble across the floor. She yelped in surprise as she slid, the floor shifting at an increasing angle. As she picked up speed, her yelp turn into a scream. Right before the floor went vertical, she landed spread eagle against the opposite wall. Thankfully, it was soft like the first wall, but it still hurt. She laid there a moment, dazed from the impact. After a few seconds, she realized the light trickling in from her side. Sara rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up. There was now an entrance to the cave, about 30 feet from her. Aching from the recent tumble, she started hobbling towards the light. Right before she reached the entrance, as shadow descend just outside, causing her to pause. A giant pillar impacted a few yards outside the entrance, and stretched up into the sky. As Sara looked up, her jaw dropped.

It was a foot.

Sara stared in disbelief for a moment, before slowly backing up a few steps. Her heart was pounding, and she began to hyperventilate. The thundering sounds, the strange wall texture, the giant foot before her eyes; it all started to make sense.

She had shrunk.

She didn't know how, or why, but she was shrunk, and had somehow ended up inside this giant's shoe. A knee-high boot, to be exact, but that didn't matter to her at the moment. What mattered was the enourmous hand reaching down from the sky towards her. She shrieked and scampered back into the cave, not knowing she was only sealing her fate by doing so. The hand opened up and grabbed the floor, and began to lift the boot upright. Sara's world shifted again, much faster than the first time. She ran to the back to avoid tumbling like before, and only stumbled the last few feet as she slammed against the sole of the boot. She looked up, and saw her unaware captor. Her face consumed Sara's view of outside, her hair hanging down around her face. The giantess's blue eyes stared down the boot for a second, prompting Sara to scurry against the wall, making herself as undetectable as possible. The giant eyes glanced away, giving Sara a chance to make a run for the toe section.

********

Krystal walked into her room, and plopped down on the edge of her bed, carelessly knocking over her boots in the process. She reached over and adjusted them back into their standing position; Krystal was a bit of a neat freak, and didn't like any messes in her room, even misplaced boots. She bent over to adjust her pantyhose, then laid back across the mattress and pulled out her phone, checking her texts to see if anyone wanted to hangout on this Friday afternoon. She found a group chat of a few of her friends headed to the mall, so her thumbs flew across the screen, chiming in that she would join. Pulling herself back up, she quickly scanned the room for something to wear. She looked down at the tan leather boots her sister had just given her, and figured she'd try them out.

"Kinda weird for Jeanne to give me something like these out of the blue," she said to herself. Her big sister Jeanne wasn't a mean sister, but she rarely spent time with Krystal, and gifts certainly weren't them norm for her. "Maybe she just outgrew them" she thought. That would make more sense, Jeanne passing off her old things to her baby sister. She reached down for the boots, and prepared to slip them on.

********

Sara felt the boot lurch again, and knew that what was coming next wouldn't be good. She could hear shuffling outside, the sound of the giantess's foot sliding into the other boot. Cold sweat began to form on her forehead; she had no way to escape.

The light into the boot darkened, drowned out by the shadow of the other foot. Sara felt the boot wiggle back and forth, knocking her to her knees. In the muted light, she could make out the incoming foot, barreling towards her like a freight train. She screamed and crawled to the tip of the boot, hoping it would be far enough away from the toes that were closing in. The giant digits made one final lunge forward, barely tapping Sara's legs before she recoiled them in fear.

********

Krystal finished putting her boots on, and stood up. She grabbed her purse, and started heading out the door.

********

Within seconds of the foot entering the boot, Sara could feel the temperature begin to rise. The cool damp air of the empty boot was quickly replaced with a warm, humid one. The smell wasn't too bad yet, but Sara could definitely smell the slight odor of sweat, and knew it could only get worse. And it did.

Gravity increased tenfold as the foot lifted into the air, pinning Sara to the bottom of the sole. She suddenly felt weightless as the boot came crashing back to earth, jarring her on impact. Sara flailed her arms, trying to grasp something to hold onto. Her fingers latched onto the nylons of the pantyhose, each thread as thick as her thumb. As the boot lifted and fell again, she maintained her grip, but the impact of boot to ground was still giving her a beating. She hoped her captor wasn't walking far...

********

Krystal strolled through the kitchen on her way to the garage, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. she paused for a moment, feeling a tiny rock in the toe of her boot. She picked up her foot and shook it back and forth for several seconds, trying to dislodge the irritation from the tip of her big toe. After settling her foot back down, she wiggled her toes, and the irritation was gone. Closing the fridge, she grabbed the keys off the magnetic hook on the side of the fridge, and walked out the door to her car.

********

Sara was in hell. She had no warning before being violently shaken around in the boot. "What the hell was that for?!" During the shaking, she had managed to land underneath the enourmous toes, and felt them contract and flex above her. She rolled onto her back, and laid against the base of the toes, with the gap between the big and second toe providing her with air, albeit sweaty and sour air.

As the giantess continued walking, Sara was held in place by the giant foot. At least she wasn't being thrown around as much, but each footfall still compressed her slightly against the pantyhose. Suddenly, her world began to tilt; the toe section of the boot began pointing to the sky. As the foot relaxed anove her, Sara grasped at the pantyhose again. Now there was a new threat: slipping below to the arch and heel of the boot. Sara shuddered to think what might happen if she fell.

********

The monotonous dings ceased as Krystal fastened her seatbelt, and twisted the key in the ignition. As she pressed on the gas, she felt the rock had returned, this time between her toes. Unfortunately, she chould shake her foot while it was on the gas, so she decided she'd deal with it when she got to the mall. She cranked up the radio, and began singing along to some country music to pass the time.

********

Things were only getting worse for Sara. The boots had heated up, and between the summer heat of California and the pantyhose, the giant toes had begun to sweat. The pantyhose above her started to feel damp, and the smell turned from sour to acrid within a few moments. Sara twisted her neck to the side, trying to avoid breathing directly through the pantyhose that pinned her down. She could feel her own clothes getting soaked from the sweat, and her hair felt matted and slick.

After a grueling 30 minutes of being pressed under the sweaty toes, Sara was starting to lose consciousness. The heat combined with the lack of clean air was getting to her, and her grip had long since given out. Only by putting her hand through a small tear in the fabric did she manage to keep herself from rolling to her doom under the heel of the foot. Sara heard what sounded like the car being shifted into park, followed by the dinging of a car alarm. Her world began to shift again, but she only felt one footfall before the foot began to retreat from the boot. Sara quickly puller her arm out of the pantyhose, just as the toes retreated from her. She wearily stood up, too exhausted to realize what was coming next. Suddenly, the boot flipped upside down, and was slammed against something hard several times. Sara felt herself thrown towards the entrance of the boot, falling towards the hard concrete below. She screamed briefly, before one final smack of the boot hit her broadside, and knocked her out cold.

Sara slowly regained consciousness, the world around her spinning. She looked up and squinted, the sun reflecting off the window and partially blinding her. As she raised her hands to shield herself from the glare, she noticed the huge steering wheel above her, and the gas pedals to her right. Somehow, she had been knocked back into the car when shaken out, the fibrous carpet softening her landing enough to not cause any damage. Sara was still sore, and her left side ached especially, probably from how she landed or was knocked out.

Being stepped on wasn't high on Sara's list of things to do, but she was also terribly dehydrated. She had no clue how long she was out, but she was still soaked in sweat, and the inside of the car felt like a jungle. She looked around, and saw a phone cable hanging from higher up on the dashboard. As she walked up to it, she silently cheered when she saw it was braided. "Should be able to climb this thing, and maybe get noticed by whoever owns this car."

As she mentally prepared herself to climb, her phone popped into her memory. A signal! Maybe out here she could call for help. She reached into her pocket, but her heart sank as soon as her fingers entered. Her phone hadn't survived the trip; the screen was shattered, and the case was crushed. She tried to turn it on, but nothing lit up as she frantically hit the power button.

"Dammit!" She hurled the phone against the wall, shattering into smaller fragments. Now, with no other options left, she looked up along the length of the cable. It must've been 100 feet long to her, but thankfully halfway up was the drink holder. Sara rubber her hands together and mumbled, "you got this, girl," then set off to climbing.

It took her a good 5 minutes to reach the drink holder, but to Sara, it was an eternity. She had slipped a couple of times on the way up, and her hands were bright red from the rope. Although she was fairly athletic from being a cheerleader, Sara panted for breath when she finally reached the holder. Before her was a fountain of life; a fast food cup, glistening with condensation in the sunlight. She hobbled over to the cup, and began lapping up the large drops of water. It was still fairly cold, and Sara giggled as she spun around and leaned her back against the cup, relishing in the large droplets that soaked into her clothes. She sat down, leaning her back against the cup, and decided to wait a few minutes before moving on.

********

Several hours had passed. The sun had almost set, leaving the sky a dull orange color. A streetlight outside the car was lit, providing Sara with some light to look around. She stood up, having dozed off against the cup. While no longer cold, it still had a few remaining drops lingering on it, a few of which Sara slurped up. Now it was time to find a place where she could be noticed.

Sara hopped off the drink holder, and onto the driver's seat. She figured that she could climb up to the headrest, and shout to get the driver's attention. That way, she minimized getting stepped on or crushed. The nap had done her good, and her body didn't ache nearly as much as when she had regained consciousness. The padding on the seat was worn on the sides, with a graceful arch in the center. Whoever used this car had an ass to contend with, and Sara had no intention of doing so.

The back of the seat proved easy to climb. The rough spun fabric provided Sara with plenty of places to grab, and she was making good progress. She was about 3/4 of the way up, when a loud "chirp chirp" startled her. The car had beeen unlocked, and whoever was driving would be sitting down any second. Sara felt the fear rising up in her, and she climbed as fast as she could. She glanced to her right, just in time to see the car door swing open. the driver looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she knew her from. Sara turned back, and focused on making the last leg of the climb. She had only a few more lengths to go, when the giantess sat down. The rush of air up the giantess's back from sitting blew Sara up, and she flailed her arms and screamed. The giantess leaned back in her seat, and Sara looked down to see a shoulder below. She stretched her hands out to break her fall, but then realized she wasn't going to hit the shoulder. She was falling at an angle, and headed straight for the soft drink cup.

Luckily for Sara, the cup didn't have a lid. Unfortunately, the liquid inside the cup was a little under halfway full. She curled up in a cannonball, and hit the liquid hard. She sputtered as she surfaced, tasting the dark cola in her mouth. She looked up and saw the giantess, her blue eyes focused on the road as she made her way home. Sara tried treading water, but the vibrations from the car moving were creating a lot of waves for her to contend with. She swam to the edge of the cup, where the seam of the paper met, and tried to find some purchase for her hands to grasp.

As she grasped at the wall of the cup, she didn't realize the cup was being lifted. The water level began to drop, and Sara looked around confused. Her heart stopped when she faced the brim of the cup. A pair of full red lips was parting, and the cup was headed straight for them! Sara started frantically swimming away, but felt the current of liquid moving towards the gaping cavern. She was losing ground fast, and the liquid was being drained at an alarming rate.

Right before she went in, the lips receded, and the cup was tilted back slightly. Sara fought to catch her breath, trying to figure out how to avoid getting swallowed alive. She began to scream as the cup tilted again, this time faster. The current pulled Sara under the surface, and she tried tp figure out which way was up. As her head breached the surface, she gasped in fresh air, just as a large lip passed over her head. Sara continued screaming, hoping the woman would hear her and spit her out. She grabbed at the lower lip, but it was too slippery, and coated in a thin film of saliva. Sara kept clawing at it, and yelped when a large soft object crashed into her back. The tongue pushed into her, burying her head against the plush lip, and rubbed her along the bottom lip back and forth. It held her there for a moment before letting up. Sara choked for air when she was released, swatting away the thick strands of saliva that now coated her body. She heard a faint gurgling over the sound of the car radio, but wasn't expecting the hurricane that followed.

********

Krystal finished off the last of her soda, then licked her lips slowly, enjoying the last flavor of the sugary drink. She felt a gurgle in her stomach, followed by a quiet but forceful belch. She smiled and covered her mouth, giggling at such an unladylike action, before returning to her music and singing her heart out.

********

Sara had turned around when she heard the gurgling, and felt a wave of hot air blast across her face. she raised her hands up to shield herself, but the force of the air pushed up against the edge of the lip, and she lost her balance. As she tumbled through the air, Sara tried to get her bearings. She hit something fast, but it was soft. The surface was rounded, and Sara began to roll down. She managed to slow herself long enough to look ahead, and see the leading edge of a bra approaching fast. The soft flesh below her was bouncing with the car, denying Sara any chance to get a footing and try to grab the lacey edge. As she passed under the bra, the angle sharply increased, and Sara found herself wedged between the cup and a giant tit. Every bump in the road caused the flesh to rise, smothering Sara before falling back down. Each ripple in the tit caused Sara to slip a little, and the dampness of the skin prevented her from gripping anything. She clawed at the skin and depsparately tried to pull herself up, but the sweaty flesh continued to slide her down. Gradually, her hips were covered, followed by her stomach. Gravity inverted as the car hit a speed bump, and Sara slipped much deeper, up to her neck. One last bump, and her head disappeared behind the giant wall of breast flesh, leaving only a pair of flailing hand and a sweat soaked ponytail behind.

Sara craned her neck up, sucking in air from the thin gap between the warm flesh and cotton padding of the bra cup. She could no longer see anything beyond the edge of the bra, having slipped too deep. Her body was shaken with each bump in the road, her already aching limbs contorted like an acrobat, and pinned spread out. She pressed her hands against the flesh, but they just sank in slightly before the tight skin resisted. Sara focused on breathing for the time, her chest held tightly between the oppressive flesh and the firm cotton. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to force her lungs to expand under the pressure, and her face was turning redder with each breath.

The ambient noise around her died down, and the rumbling stopped. While muffled by the enormous undergarment, Sara could hear the click and thud of the car door opening and closing. As the giantess leaned over to step out of the car, Sara felt the pressure around her increase. Her thin gap of air was quickly replaced by skin, and the force on her chest began to slowly squeeze her precious air out of her lungs. Fortunately the crushing was short-lived, and subsided once the giantess stood outside the car. Sara sucked in more air as the enveloping flesh receded slightly, and her air pocket above returned.

So did the rumbling. Each step the giantess took shook the massive chest, and Sara resumed her unwanted trip deeper into the abyss. She tried kicking her legs, but they could hardly move with the pressure. Sara grunted, still pinned, and slowly slipping deeper. She tilted her head back, and hoped the giantess would remove the bra before she was permanently smushed into the cup.

********

Krystal walked into the house, and set her keys back on the fridge. She had enjoyed her long afternoon with her friends, sitting in the food court and joking about the outfits of people passing her and her friends. Her heard movement in the living room, and flipped on a light switch just as her sister jumped out and shouted, "boo!"

"Geezus, Jeanne! You're gonna give someone a heart attack doing that!" Katelyn clutched her chest, before slugging her older sister in the arm.

 "Ow! Hey, it's almost Halloween, you'd better get used to it," Jeanne teased, nudging her sister's shoulder before looking down and noticing Krystal's empty hands. "No shopping bags? That's a first."

"Oh, shut up. You know I'm not *that* bad," Krystal chuckled, smacking Jeanne's butt as she turned away. Jeanne yelped in surprise, and exaggerated by giving her own ass a squeeze. "Ouch? I don't have as much padding back there as you, watch it."

Krystal snickered as she headed up the stairs to her room. It was true, even though Jeanne was a few years older than her, Krystal had managed to fill out her figure faster than her sister. Not that Jeanne was scrawny with her C cup boobs and heart shaped rear, but it didn't compete with Krystal's full DD rack and curvy ass. They hadn't traded clothes since Krystal entered high school, their bodies taking different paths. The only thing left they really could share wearing was shoes.

A light bulb flipped on in Krystal's brain, and she spun around on her heels, and poked her head back into the kitchen. Jeanne was fishing a plate out of the cabinet over the stove, probably making something for herself to snack on.

"Boo! Hey sis, thanks for the boots; they are pretty comfy. And I bet it got some looks from the boys too."

Jeanne jumped a little, and couldn't help but giggle at being scared when she just got away with it herself. "No problem, Krys. I had to make room for my new heels, but I hated to see them go to waste." She turned back to the cabinet, trying to hold back a sly grin, knowing full well why she really gave Krystal those boots.

Krystal turned around and headed up to her room, ready to turn in for the night. She sat down on the side of her bed, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

********

The fleshy prison had finally stopped moving. Sara was still struggling for air. She wasn't sure what had just happened a few moments ago, as she couldn't make out what was being said. But something caused the giantess to squeeze her breast, mashing Sara into the firm flesh before allowing her to slip a little further. Sara's thigh brushed against something firm, probably a lump in the bra cup. She slowly maneuvered her leg to try and put her foot on top of the lump, but stopped as she felt the lump expand. Sara's eyes bugged slightly as she realized she was kicking the giantess's nipple, and was getting a response to the stimulation. She tried to hold still, afraid that the giantess would investigate, or worse, start to play with herself and crush Sara in the process.

Fortunately, the giantess didn't seem to notice, and continued walking. Sara felt her lean forward, and sucked in a lungful of air before her her air supply was cut off again. She suddenly felt the pressure on her back disappear. The bra pulled away with a wet thwlip, and light flooded in on Sara. She squinted, and realized she was still beneath a shirt, but the compressing bra was gone at least. Sara tried to move her tired arms, but between her sticky clothes and the squashing of the bra, her body was stuck to the giant tit, her right foot resting just above the nipple. Sara tried to wriggle back and forth, hoping to loosen herself from this awkward situation. After a few moments of struggling, Sara, gave up, having managed to only free her other leg. the cola syrup and sweat had glued her crop top and shorts to the breast, and it was going to take some time for it to dry before Sara would be able to pry herself free. She just hoped she wasn't discovered in this vulnerable position, lest the giantess get the wrong impression of the tiny woman plastered above her nipple.

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Krystal stretched her arms above her head, feeling her freed boobs press together slightly. She knelt down next to her bed, resting one knee on the ground, and began to untie her shoe. Her right breast pressed into her other knee as she worked to unlace the boot, spilling over each side just slightly. Krystal brought her left leg up and squatted, then lowered her right knee and repeated the process with the other boot.

********

Sara felt the world shift, and she was suddenly hanging upside down from the bottom of the breast. The giant shirt around her obscured her vision, but she saw something press up and mash the other tit, compressing it until it spilled over the sides. Sara could hear rustling below, and twisted her neck to get a better view. Through the low cut top, she could barely see a boot being set aside as the giantess began to move again. "No, no, no..." Sara moaned, figuring out what was about to happen. The shirt began to rustle again, the Sara felt an impact on her back. This was much harder than the bra, and felt bony. The breast rolled over her completely, burying Sara in tons of tit flesh. Sara's lungs couldn't hold the air under such pressure, but she couldn't even open her mouth to let it out. Her face contorted in pain and started to turn purple from the pressure, when it finally began to subside. Sara choked in air, coughing and trying to re-inflate her crushed chest. As the giantess stood back up, the shirt floated back against Sara.

Being pressed against the shirt and breast had squeezed much of the sweat that pinned Sara to the breast like a juicer. Sara realized this as she shifted her arms, trying to find some relief from her latest squashing. As she moved her arms to her sides, Sara felt her top slip up, and she tumbled backwards off the nipple. She screamed, rolling against the giant shirt like a huge slide. Just as Sara was reaching the bottom of the shirt, the giantess stood up, creating a small gap at the bottom of the shirt. Sara landed on the mattress with a soft thud, but continued rolling on the angled surface. The mattress arched under the weight of the giant ass resting on it, creating a valley that Sara had fallen into. She came to and abrupt halt when she slammed into the denim shorts, the shock absorbed by the soft thighs beneath them. She felt the wall of jeans move upwards, as the giantess rose to leave.

********

Krystal stretched her arms above her head and yawned, her shirt lifting with the motion, exposing her taut belly. She slowly stood up from her bed and unbuttoned her shorts, then slipped a thumb along each hip and slowly pushed down. The denim finally slid past her derriere, and plummeted to her ankles. Krystal stepped out of the shorts and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed, another yawn escaping her lips as she shut the door behind her.

********

Sara laid on her back, waiting for the mattress to finish expanding before moving. As she sat up, she could feel every inch of her body aching. Her ribs were bruised from the crushing, and her right ankle had been twisted and sparked pain up her leg as she stood. Sara knew she only had a few moments to get clear of the bed, or she would end up under this giant girl all night, and probably wouldn't survive. She began to hobble towards the headboard, hoping to find a way onto the adjacent nightstand. As she neared the pillows, she heard the door creak open. Sara dropped to her knees and scurried under the silky folds of the pillow cover, wincing with every motion. She collapsed once she was completely in the shadows, and rolled her head sideways to peer out into the room. The giantess stood by the closet, admiring herself in the full size mirror attached to the closet door. The t-shirt lifted, exposing the twin peaks that had caused Sara so much discomfort. The giantess smirked, and pressed her boobs together, then shifted her weight onto one leg and stuck her bottom out slightly. Sara shuddered at the thought of being trapped under it; knowing she had barely survived under a single boob, there was no way she could withstand the weight of that ass if she was caught under it.

The giantess walked over and grabbed her phone off the nightstand, flicking on the little flashlight, then turned off her bedroom lights and laid down. Sara felt the pillows shift above her, but this time no crushing weight followed. She could hear the "click click click" of the simulated keystrokes from the phone, its owner texting away, oblivious to her tiny bunk mate. After several long minutes, Sara heard a deep yawn escape the giantess's lips, and the phone made a click as it locked. The sheets rustled all around as she reached to plug in her phone, and set it aside before adjusting the covers. Just when she thought the coast was clear, Sara hear a crackling sound. She poked her head out to see the source, and saw the giantess sitting up in bed, a candy bar in her hands. Sara could smell the faint odor of chocolate and caramel, and her mouth watered. She hadn't eaten anything since....she wasn't sure when, but now that she smelled food, her tummy decided it was time to be fed. It gurgled loudly, spooking Sara into retreating under the pillow, before she realized there was no way that the giantess could hear her. Heck, Sara had screamed while in her mouth without being heard, a little tummy rumble wasn't going to get her caught.

********

Krystal was by no means fat, but peer pressure made her feel guilty for eating candy in public. As she set her phone down, she grabbed a candy bar from the nightstand, and quietly unwrapped it. She took a bite, savoring the sweet flavors on her tongue. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the headboard, slowly consuming the candy one bite at a time, trying to make it last. When she reached the end of the wrapper, she pouted a bit, then rubbed the smudge of chocolate from her lips, and sucked her finger clean. She set the candy wrapper next to her phone, confident she could throw it away before anyone noticed. She reasoned that maybe she was curvier than her sister because she indulged in sweets a little bit, and that gave her more to offer the boys in return. She smiled at that excuse, and drifted off to sleep.

Sara waited for the giantess to fall asleep. After what seemed like hours, a low snore could be heard from the sleeping behemoth. Her eyes quickly scanning the room, Sara climbed up the edge of the pillow, using the seam as a hand an foothold. She grunted as she hoisted herself up, and nervously glanced back at the giantess as she shifted in her sleep. The plush lips pushed out in a slight pout, eyes shut peacefully, she could almost pass for a statue were it not for the rhythmic motion of her nostrils as she breathed. Sara slowly backed away from the giantess, then turned to face her new hurdle.

There was a gap between the edge of the pillow and the nightstand, one that Sara was sure she couldn't jump in her sore and bruised condition. Suddenly, the phone screen flickered tonight, and a loud "TWEET TWEET" blasted from the speaker. Sara jumped in surprise, loosing her footing slightly on the soft pillow. The giantess stirred, her eyes wearily opening a little. Sara felt the pillow shift beneath her as a monolithic hand emerged from the covers and stretched over her head. The giantess fumbled with her phone for a moment, flipping it to "mute", before plopping her massive head back down onto the pillow. The impact launched Sara up several feet in the air. She suppressed a scream at her sudden airborne predicament, and curled up in a ball before landing back down. When she landed, her body began to roll into the indentation created by the giant face next to her. Sara scrambled to get up, but as the giantess settled back into her slumber, the giant lips shifted above Sara and parted slightly. Thin strands of saliva ran between the two, dimly illuminated by the moonlight. Sara raised her arms above her head to shield herself, but the sticky slick lips pressed her flat into the pillow. Sara was pinned, her left arm and both legs stuck under the squishy skin, her torso and head trapped between the lips. Wiggling proved useless, the weight of the lip held Sara firmly in place. After a moment of struggling, Sara, laid her head back in despair. Once again she had been unknowingly been stuck under this giant woman, with no way to escape or call for help.

Sara heard a rumble from deep within the cavern in front of her, and her futile struggles resumed with vigor. A hot gust of foul air blew over her face, blowing her head back and sprawling her hair out. Sara tried to hold her breath, but couldn't hold much air in her lungs due to the lips pressing down on her. As she breathed in, she gagged and tried not vomit. The smell of toothpaste mixed with the giantess's last meal, which smelled like it might have been Mexican food. Sara waved her free hand in front of her face, wrinkling her nose in pure disgust. As she waved her hand, a glob of saliva fell and slammed into her hand, splattering across her neck and mouth. Sara writhed, and frantically tried to wipe away the thick spit covering her mouth. She looked back up just in time to see the massive pink tongue sliding towards her. She opened her mouth to scream, but the tongue buried her in a sloppy wet embrace, covering her remaining exposed body. The tongue slowly dragged along the length of the lips, coating them in a fresh later of saliva. The motion rubbed Sara's entire body along the tip of the tongue, soaking her clothes in the viscous liquid once again. The tongue began to retreat into it's cave, and Sara felt herself being dragged along with it. She tried to grab the lips, but they were too slick to provide a hold for Sara's tiny fingers. As the pink organ slipped back behind the teeth, Sara felt the lips begin to close and compress around her. She felt herself being squeezed from both sides, as the giantess pursed her lips in her sleep. Finally the pressure subsided, and Sara was stuck between the pair of lips, dangerously close to being a midnight snack. She wiggled around and freed her arms, and pulled herself up to her hips. She then pressed her arms against the plush skin and tried to pry herself loose, using the slick saliva coating to her advantage. After several grunts and pushes, Sara's waist slid free with a gentle pop, and her legs quickly followed. Sara tumbled from the large mouth to the sheets below, taking a second to gain her composure before scurrying away from the giantess.

Sara was running out of room, even at her tiny size. The giantess had shifted closer to the edge of the bed, leaving Sara very little room to get a running start to jump. She looked around, and spotted the phone charger snaking up between the bed and nightstand. If she could jump to that, she could slide down to the floor and make her way to get help. Sara rubber her hands together to dry the remaining saliva off, and took a few steps back form the edge. She took several deep breaths, followed by short ones, then took off full steam towards the edge. Ignoring the pain in her ankle, Sara jumped, stretching out her arms to grab the cable. She wrapped her arms around the rubber wire, and hugged tightly to control her descent. Like a tiny firefighter sliding down the pole, Sara made her way to the floor with ease. The cable started to curve away, towards the outlet behind the nightstand. Sara squeezed the cable and came to a halt. The floor was still a good 30 feet away. In the shadows between the bed and dressed, she couldn't tell if her landing zone was carpet, or if some hard object awaited her. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, then released her grip on the cable. She bent her knees as she fell, and tried to roll into her landing. She was lucky, and landed in knee deep carpet, rolling forward to lessen her impact.

Sara laid on her back, not ready to get up just yet, her legs aching from the fall. After a few moments, she glanced around, her eyes adjusting to the shadows below the bed. There wasn't much beneath the bed, a few pairs of shoes pushed to the center, but it was surprisingly empty under there. Sara walked under the bed, and headed for the foot of the bed. When she arrived, she sat down and leaned against the support, staring at the door. Once morning came, she would make her way out, and try to get the attention of the unaware titans roaming the house.

Sara rubbed her eyes. Dawn had arrived, casting thin sunbeams across the room. She looked around, forgetting for a moment where she was. As she stood up, she winced slightly, her body still sore from the previous night's escapade. All was quiet, and Sara could hear the faint chirping of the birds outside the window. In the early morning light, Sara could see the entire floor of the bedroom. To her left was a door with a mirror running the full length of it. There was no light from the crack at the bottom, suggesting it was a closet or bathroom. To her right was the nightstand, with the large picture window above providing a source of light. Across from the bed was another door, with a soft glow at the floor. This looked like Sara's best option at moment for being discovered. If she could reach the door and slip under the crack, she could explore the house, and find a way to be noticed, and finally get some help without being mistaken for a bug and stomped on. Sara scouted the path to the door; a few miscellaneous garments littered the floor, and could provide useful cover should the giantess wake. But there was also the danger of being stepped on without a chance to escape.

Sara pondered for a moment, then slowly crept to the edge of the shadow cast by the bed. A pair of jeans laid crumpled a few yards ahead of her. Sara sprinted towards them, the ache in her ankle having subsided over the night. As she reached the pant leg, Sara pressed her body against the denim, and worked her way around to the opposite side. From there, she had a choice: the bra to her left, or a rumpled shirt a little off to the right. The bra cups pointed up, a pair of domes on the floor. Sara shivered, remembering her trip last night inside them. She trotted over to the shirt, and ran across the silky top until she reached a large fold in the sleeve. As she reached the fold, the door began to quietly creak open. Sara's eyes darted up to the handle as it turned, and quickly dove into the fabric and out of sight. As the door opened, another giantess's head popped through, her cherry red hair bobbing around her shoulders. Sara's jaw dropped as she recognized the towering female. It was Jeanne, a girl from her school.

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Jeanne slowly opened her sister's door. She had to see if her plan had worked. She craned her neck in to see if Krystal was still asleep. As she opened the door more, she took a few slow steps into the room. Jeanne saw the boots she had given Krystal by the nightstand, and tip-toed over to them. She picked one up and peered inside, looking for any evidence of her little prisoner. Gently tipping the boot and shaking it, Jeanne frowned when nothing appeared. She reached her hand in, and probed the toe of the boot with her fingertips, searching. After several seconds, Jeanne set the boot down, and proceeded to check the other boot. After no success in either boot, Jeanne huffed quietly in frustration. "I'll find you, you little bitch," she muttered.

Jeanne dropped her ninja routine, announcing loudly, "Kriiiiistaaaaal... time to get uuuuuuup..." She strode over the the bed where her sister was laying, and flopped her bum upon the edge of the bed. "C'mon, sis, wake up. You said you'd go for a bike ride with me today before it gets too hot! Wake up!" Krystal emphasized the last words by shaking Krystal's shoulder back and forth, receiving a grumbled "go away" in return. "No, sleep is for the weak, get up Krys!"

"Ughh...fine, I'm up, okay?" Krystal shifted in bed, and lazily pushed her sister's arm away. Why did she commit to a bike ride so early on a Saturday? She sat up and blinked a few times, trying to banish the sleep from her eyes. Krystal stood up slowly and yanwed, stretching her arms slowly above her head. Turning on her heels, she headed for the bathroom to relieve her sleepy bladder.

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Sara was in shock. She knew Jeanne, they had competed a few days ago for the position of cheerleader captain. Both had practiced for months for the spot, and Sara narrowly won over Jeanne. Ever since then, Jeanne had avoided Sara completely, and when their paths did cross, Sara could see the hatred in Jeanne's eyes.

The shrinking, the entrapment in a boot, Jeanne checking the same boots this morning... it was all starting to make sense to Sara. She didn't know how, but she knew in her heart that Jeanne had something to do with this. Sara cowered back into the shirt fabric, knowing if Jeanne spotted her, she'd be as good as dead.

She didn't have to hide long. As Krystal entered the bathroom, Jeanne swiveled her head, searching the floor for her missing prisoner. After not sighting any motion, she stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Sara poked her head out when she heard the door shut, and was relieved that Jeanne was gone. Now she had to get Krystal's attention, and hope that she would be merciful and help. She looked around, and saw a pair of spandex shorts piled against the corner of the bathroom door. Sara crawled out of the shirt folds, and trotted over to the shorts. Before she reached them, the bathroom door swung open. Sara yelped and ducked, diving into the shorts as the door flew overhead. The shorts compressed slightly and folded over as the door opened completely, pinning Sara in the shorts. She grunted and struggled, but the door had pushed against the shorts, and wasn't about to let her wiggle free.

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Krystal stepped out of the bathroom, and looked around for her gym shorts. She didn't see them anywhere, but they had to be somewhere. Just as she was about to give up, she closed the bathroom door, and grinned. They had been balled up and were hiding behind the door. She stretched out her hand and grabbed them in her fist, and set them on the bed. She bent over and opened her nightstand, and fished out a bright red thong. Krystal hated panty lines, and her gym shorts were notoriously tight on her rear. She tossed the thong on top of the shorts, and began to undress from her pajamas.

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Sara struggled within the labyrinth of stretchy material. Having been picked up and flung somewhere had flipped her world upside down, and Sara couldn't get a good grip to pull herself out. Finally, she pulled with all her strength, and fell onto her back, landing on the crotch of the shorts. The material smelled of dried sweat, with a hint of ass to them. Sara crinkled her nose as she took a whiff, and looked around to find an exit. She saw a glimmer of light from one of the leg holes, and scampered up to try and get free. As she poked her head out of the pile of spandex, Sara gasped. In front of her was a massive ass, bare in all its glory. Krystal was lifting her shirt up over her head, swaying her hips from side to side. Sara tried to tear her eyes away, but the sheer size of the titanic derriere in front of her was captivating. Sara shook her head violently, trying to snap herself out of it. Suddenly, Krystal began to turn around, and Sara panicked. She climbed out of the shorts as quickly as possible, not wanting to be trapped in them with that huge ass. As soon as she stood, Sara saw Krystal's giant hand reaching down for the pile, ready to pick them up. Sara leaped from the shorts, trying to escape the approaching claw. She landed and tumbled head over heels, stopping on top of a long strip of red. Sara squeaked as her body rushed up towards the sky, the force pushing her into the red lace. As she looked around, Sara began to tremble; she was laying in the middle of Krystal's thong, and was headed straight for the massive crack. Krystal lifted on leg and placed it in the thong, then followed with the other. Sara looked to her side, the floor was a good distance away, but it was her only chance. She tried to steady herself and stand up, but just as she began to push herself up to jump, the thong began its ascent. Sara stumbled onto her stomach, her her body making a tiny impression in the thong. She rolled over just in time to see the massive ass crack begin to consume the bottom of the thong. She braced her arms out in front of her in a vain attempt to save herself from being sucked in, but as her hand made contact with the giant ass, the soft skin simply melded around her arms. Sara felt her arms being forced to her sides, and could feel the heat rising as the thong was wedged deeper. Suddenly, the movement stopped. The cheeks on either side of her pressed against her body, pinning her arms to her sides, and her legs could barely move. Sara couldn't even turn her head to the side, the walls of flesh squished firmly against her cheeks and ears. She opened her mouth and screamed, hoping that somehow Krystal would hear and release her from this nightmare. As she inhaled again to continue screaming, Sara gagged at the smell. The musty smell of sweat was mixed with the foul odor of shit, and Sara nearly threw up. She squirmed with all her might, but hardly caused a ripple in the flesh holding her captive. Sara's struggling slowed as she remembered what Jeanne had said they planned to do this morning: a bike ride. Sara screamed in despair, her pleas muffled by the tons of ass flesh surrounding her. This was going to be a long day.

Krystal finished pulling up her thong, the red string sliding between her cheeks. Little did she know she had also loaded a little passenger into her caboose. She bent over again, and grabbed the hips of her gym shorts, and began to pull them up, fitting them snugly around her own curvy hips. As she let go of the elastic waistband, a sharp snap could be heard as the band sealed around her hips. Krystal plopped her butt down on the edge of the bed, and began to lace up her shoes.

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Sara kept slipping deeper into Krystal's crack. Her bending over to pickup her shorts had spread her cheeks, turning the thong into a silky slide that Sara was riding. She rolled over and clawed her fingers at the fibers, but only managed to slow her descent. Suddenly, Krystal stood upright again, and the walls of warm flesh closed in on Sara and engulfed her again. This time, Sara was pinned facing outwards with her elbows bent, her hands pressed against her cheeks, and her face pressed into the crimson fabric. Her nose couldn't suck in enough air through the thin gaps between the fabric, so Sara opened her mouth and tried to gulp in a lungful of air. The air filtered through the thong, picking up a sour odor, making Sara gag on her first few breaths. She could taste the dried sweat moistening against her open lips, and fought the instinctive urge not to lick her lips to re-wet them, knowing the resulting taste would be unpleasant at best. After a few breaths, her nose and lungs were becoming accustomed to the sweat tainted air, and she began to try and wiggle her arms above her head. "Maybe," she thought, "I can pull myself up along the thong, and try and escape." Little did Sara realize that even if she managed to pull herself up Krystal's ass crack, the imposing gym shorts had sealed the top of the thong shut with it's elastic. and would prove too powerful for her to break free.

Sara felt the thong begin to stretch again, but it wasn't tilting. She was confused at first, until she realized that Krystal must be sitting down! "No no no!" Sara wailed, when suddenly the cheeks around her compressed further, and squeezed Sara firmly into the flesh. Sara pushed her hand out with all her might, just to create a tiny gap to breathe. She hoped Krystal didn't sit long, she wasn't sure how long her little arms could hold the mountain of ass back.

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Krystal finished lacing her shoes, then hopped up and skipped downstairs. Jeanne was waiting for her in the kitchen, and had laid out a pair of water bottles and granola bars on the counter; fuel for their ride.

"So, Krys, feeling up for a challenge today, or want to stick to the streets?" Jeanne asked, hoping to prod her sister into a harder ride today. Had Jeanne known that Krystal had a little stowaway in her rump, she would've pushed her even more for a long hard ride.

Krystal grabbed one of the bottles from the counter, and cracked the plastic cap loose. "You pick, sis. I'll go easy on you whatever you pick." She smirked and took a sip of ice cold water.

"Hey, might want to save that for the ride, you'll need it," Jeanne shot back, tossing one of the granola bars at Krystal. It bounced off her boob, and landed on the floor with a crackle.

"Oh, it's on!" Krystal shouted, quickly replacing the lid on her bottle, and grabbing the other bar from the counter, leaving Jeanne to pick up her own from the floor. She scooted around Jeanne, and headed for the garage. Hitting the garage button by the door, Krystal strapped on her bright pink helmet as light started to our in under the door. A cartoon skull and crossbones adorned each side of the helmet, with the words "bad girl" written below in bold black lettering. As she latched the strap under her chin, Jeanne walked into the garage, already snacking on her granola bar.

"Thought you said to save it for the ride. What, you need a pick-me-up already?" Krystal snickered.

"Nah, didn't want you stealing it when I pass you," Jeanne replied, as she snapped her helmet on. Her helmet was a neon green, with the same skull stickers as Krystal, minus the lettering. They both pushed their bikes out of the garage, and closed the door behind them.

"Okay, you said a challenge. What did you have in mind?" Krystal asked.

"I'm thinking a trip down memory lane. Remember the pier we got drunk at last year? I'll race you to it," Jeanne smiled at the memory. Krystal had turned 21 last year, and they went on a drinking spree that night to celebrate. Neither of them remember much, only the morning after when they both woke up under one of the local beach pier. Krystal wasn't very good at holding her liquor, and had never quite gotten over passing our on her first night of drinking.

"Oh, you just HAD to pick that spot," Krystal rolled her eyes. "Fine, and loser buys lunch. You'd better have your wallet, Jeanne!"

Jeanne smiled, and patted her front pocket. Krystal did the same, nodding to her sister.

"On your marks... get set... go!" Jeanne yelled.

The sisters pushed off, standing and pressing down on the pedals. As she picked up speed, she pressed herself, feeling the early morning sun already starting to heat up her skin.

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Sara squirmed in her fleshy prison. Every step Krystal took had shaken her a little deeper into her ass, and Sara was losing a battle with the thong. She couldn't make out everything that was being said, but she did catch the countdown from Jeanne. As Sara heard go, everything started moving moving faster. The cheeks rose and fell against her, rubbing her back and forth with each pedal push from Krystal. Sara was smushed from both sides, being rolled slightly with each movement. She tried to keep herself facing outwards, but was having difficulty. She soon found herself turned sideways, her head held firmly by the soft skin. Her right arm was completely immobile, squished deeper in Krystal's ass. Sara reached with her left hand, clinging desperately to the thong, trying not to be sucked in further. Suddenly, the thong lurched forward, smashing into Sara and pulling her deeper. Sara squirmed and screamed, vainly trying to fight off the huge panties.

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A few minutes into her ride, Krystal started to feel a wedgie forming in her crack. Reaching back with one hand, she firmly tugged up on her thong and shorts, wedging them both into her ass. She figured she might as well not fight against her own ass, and just let it have it's meal of silk and spandex. As her hand returned to the handle bars, Krystal shifted into higher gear, and lowered her ass down onto the seat for the first time. Her cheeks split on the thin seat cushion, allowing it to press deep into her ass crack. Krystal kept pedaling, determined to beat her sister.

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Sara was in what could only be described as a nightmare. Krystal had yanked her thong deep into her ass, unknowingly shoving her little passenger deeper in the process. Sara was now facing into the dark crack, and the smell was much worse. The humidity was also rising, turning the ass into a giant sauna. Sara's eyes darted around, unable to turn her head even a little. As her eyes looked upwards, she stared at several beads of sweat forming. One by one, they became larger, and began their journey down Krystal's ass. Sara breathed deep, and held her breath as the first drop rolled straight into her face. She pressed her lips tightly together, trying hard to keep the salty liquid out of her mouth. Her hair was instantly soaked, and clung to her face. As the drop rolled down her body, it systematically soaked her shirt, then her shorts , and finally her socks and shoes. Sara sputtered, spitting the remaining sweat from her lips. She looked down, and watched as the droplet soaked into the thong near her feet. While she looked down, another droplet collided with her hair, quickly surrounding her face before she had a chance to react. It quickly worked its way into her mouth, filing it with briny water. Sara's eyes bugged out at the horrid taste, but there was too much sweat around her to spit it out. She gagged twice before the droplet had rolled on and released her face, finally letting her spit out the salty sweat. Sara's spirit was breaking, how could things get any worse?

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Krystal looked over at Jeanne, then smirked and swerved down an alley. Jeanne yelled some obscenity after her, but Krystal was already too far away to make out what she said. Krystal knew more of the back roads and shortcut in Los Angeles than Jeanne did, and she intended to use every advantage she had.

The ground in the alley wasn't paved smooth like the streets, and Krystal swerved every few seconds to skip the potholes. Some were too big or close together for her to avoid, however, and Krystal hit a few head on. Each pothole she hit jarred Krystal and her bike, her chest and ass bouncing with each bump.

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Sara felt everything fly up, then come crashing back down. Krystal must've hit a bump. The sweat had made everything slick, and the bump had shaken Sara loose enough that she began to slide down the thong again. Each bump she slid a few feet, getting closer to Krystal's asshole. Sara fought against the meaty walls, but they simply responded by raining down more sweat onto her. The air was very humid, like a jungle, and the vinegary odor of sweat began to mix with the foul odor of shit as Sara slid further. The thong was too slippery now for Sara to grab, so she tried to brace herself against the ass cheeks, like some cosmic hero in a trash compactor. One last bump, and Sara slid down several feet, coming face to face with Krystal's asshole. Sara wretched at the smell, it was beyond revolting. She could hardly turn her head away, the massive cheeks held her captive. In front of her, the pink ring swayed back and forth in time with Krystal's pedaling. Sweat beaded up around it, slowly dripping its way down to Sara. She tried to move her arms to defend herself from the salty onslaught, but it was no use. The droplets morphed around her arms, and soaked her face in foul anal sweat. Sara screamed in disgust, shaking her head back and forth as far as the ass cheeks would allow. The sweat continued to pour down, drop after drop drenching her whole body.

Sara felt something firm against her back. It wasn't just the thong, something more substantive was pressing into her. Sara wailed as the firm pressure moved her slowly forward, closer to the awaiting asshole. It twitched as her face was now inches from the puckered opening. Sara tried to hold her breath as much as she could; the smell was overwhelming. Her legs were pressed into the skin below the asshole, unable to budge at all with Krystal's weight resting on them. As Sara took another breath of foul air, the asshole lunged forward, her face making contact with the tight hole. Sara's struggles increased, as her air supply was cut off completely.

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Krystal slowed, and came to a stop at a red light. She leaned back in her seat slightly, resting her weight completely on her ass. As she waited for the light to change, she saw among the cars another biker. Jeanne flew through the intersection, turning her head in Krystal's direction as she passed. Krystal could've sworn she saw Jeanne smiling as she sailed past. Grunting in frustration, Krystal began tapping her foot on the pedal, impatiently waiting for the light to change. The instant it changed, Krystal stood up and threw all of her weight into the pedals, trying to keep pace with the cars around her, and make up time and overtake Jeanne.

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Sara gasped as the asshole retreated. Her face was coated in a greasy film from the foul orifice. She coughed a few times, and struggled to wipe the residue from her mouth. The sweat continued to rain down one drop at a time, this time providing her with a rinse of relatively clean water. Sara tried to spit out the taste of ass from her mouth, only to have it replaced immediately with the salty flavor of sweat. As the asshole lifted, the cheeks began their rhythmic pumping up and down, and resumed kneading Sara in between. Her legs were plastered to the thong and Krystal's skin, and as Sara tried to kick them, she realized they weren't going anywhere. Her arms were freed up slightly though, and Sara tried to keep the sweat out of her mouth and eyes, and hope that Krystal reached her destination soon.

The cheeks slowed their churning, then stopped. Sara knew what was coming, and pushed her arms out in front of her face, hoping in vain to stop what was coming next. Sure enough, the pink ring descended on her, and her fingers slipped against the oily surface, offering little resistance before getting pressed back above Sara's head. Her face was once again buried against Krystal's asshole, and her muffled screams barely registered outside of the thong, and were drowned out long before they could reach anybody's ears. Sara beat her fists against the edge of the asshole, pleading for clean air.

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Krystal came to a stop at another light, resting her legs and taking several deep breaths. She hadn't seen Jeanne again, and hoped she was stuck in traffic on another street. As she waited, she felt a small itching sensation in her ass. Looking around at the other drivers, she made sure the coast was clear before reaching back and rubbing her finger against her sweat-soaked shorts. The itch was right against her asshole, and Krystal tried not to draw too much attention as she rubber her finger back and forth to relieve the irritation.

A horn beeped behind her, and Krystal jumped and nearly fell off her bike. The light had changed, and the older lady behind her was quite finished with the show. Krystal felt her face flush cherry red, as she straightened back up and pedaled through the intersection.

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Sara was pounding her fists against the asshole when something unexpected pushed against her from behind. Apparently she had gotten Krystal's attention, but not in the way she had hoped. Through sopping wet thong and shorts, a massive digit pressed into the back of Sara's head, and began to rub up and down. Sara's head was pushed hard against the puckering hole, which slowly opened and slid along her face, stopping at her neck. Sara writhed in absolute disgust, pushing with all her might to pull her head free. The more she struggled, the more vigorously the giant finger rubbed. Sara fought against her own will, and managed to hold still for several seconds, waiting for the finger to retreat. As it did, Sara gave one final push with her hands, and her head slid free with a slick popping sound. Her hair was now also coated in an oily film, and her arms and chest were coated as well. Sara sobbed, she was nothing more than an itch in someone's ass.

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Krystal caught all of the green lights the rest of the way. As she rode onto the sidewalk, she looked ahead and frowned. Riding out onto the pier was a biker with a neon green helmet, it had to be Jeanne. Krystal grumbled, knowing Jeanne wouldn't pick the cheapest place to eat if she won.

As she rode up to the pier, she noticed the green bike helmet had stopped halfway out. As she got closer, her hopes lifted; the cyclist was a man, not Jeanne! Krystal pedaled past him, heading out to the edge of the pier. As she reached the end, she dismounted her bike and leaned it against the railing, and pulled out her phone. Her thumbs tapped across the screen, sending a quick text to Jeanne to see if she had arrived. Krystal held the phone up, and snapped a quick picture of herself and her bike, as proof she was there. She pressed the green Send icon, and slipped her phone back into her pocket, waiting for the buzzing to announce Jeanne's reply. She turned around and faced out towards the sea, enjoying the cool sea breeze on her face.

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Sara was exhausted. The giant cheeks had finally stopped pedaling, and were now spread just enough for her to move around, albeit slowly. She didn't have nearly enough energy now to try and climb her way out, she'd just have to wait until Krystal changed, or stopped abusing her with her ass long enough to rest. Sara laid back in the thong, and quickly passed out from exhaustion.

Krystal snickered as Jeanne rolled up next to her at the edge of the pier. "Told you I knew all the shortcuts," she teased.

"No fair, I got stuck behind a bus for 4 blocks! Nobody appreciates cyclists anyway around here." Jeanne pouted as she locked her bike next to Krystal's, and leaned against the railing with her. "Okay, you won, where do you want to eat?" she signed.

Krystal turned away from the ocean, and looked down the pier. Small shops and eateries dotted both sides, the various colors calling out for attention. "Let's see..... how about the place with that green shrimp sign? We've never been there before."

"Feeling adventurous are we? Or are you just picking seafood because it's more expensive?" Jeanne questioned.

"Oh hush, you made the bet, remember? Don't bite off more than you can chew next time!"

"Fine, green shrimp place it is."

The sisters walked away from their bikes, and headed for the quaint little shop. There was a bar facing the ocean, and the two sat themselves at the end nearest the pier railing. Krystal felt a slight squish in her bum as she sat; she definitely had a case of swamp butt going on. Hopefully the sweat wouldn't soak through TOO much before lunch was over. She signed quietly, and began skimming through the menu for something to eat.

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Sara awoke with a jolt. Krystal had sat down again, trapping Sara's legs against her asshole. Sara tried to roll over and pull herself loose with the thong, but the weight was too much, and held her firmly in place. The thong felt a little cooler than before, the brisk ocean air slowly seeping in through the fabrics. The relief was heavenly compared to the sweltering heat pouring from Krystal's ass crack. Sara leaned into the sweaty thong, trying to enjoy the crisp air gently blowing on her back, trying to find some relief to the short sauna that held her prisoner.

Whatever Krystal was doing was keeping her relatively stationary, which was a blessing and a curse for Sara. While she had time to recover from the brutal squashing she had endured during the bike ride, her legs were still helplessly pinned in Krystal's ass crack, and had fallen asleep from the lack of circulation. Sara knew that once she moved again, things were going to sting as her legs were involuntarily shifted with Krystal's movements. She laid helplessly against the thong. The sweating had slowed down, but she was still soaked in Krystal's ass sweat, and the thong was trapping more of the acrid liquid against her back.

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Krystal and Jeanne sat at the little diner, enjoying the ocean breeze, and the delicious fried shrimp. The fact that the bar seating allowed them to show off their assets to the boys walking by didn't hurt either, with Jeanne throwing a few come-hither eyes to some of the hot guys as they took a second glance. As they finished their meal and stood up to collect their bikes, Jeanne asked, "want to ride back with me? I won't race this time."

"Nah, I think I'll catch the bus home. Riding on a full tummy would just spell bad news."

"Okay, well, I guess I'll see you at home." Jeanne reached over, giving Krystal a big hug. She slapped her sister's ass before letting go, eliciting a soft yelp from Krystal. Jeanne smirked as she hopped onto her bike, and pedaled off down the pier.

Krystal coiled the bike lock under the seat, and grabbed the handles. She walked her bike to the entrance of the pier, and sat down at the bus stop. Something was still tickling her ass, and was finally starting to bug her. Krystal squeezed her cheeks together, then shifted her weight back and forth between her cheeks, trying to grind out the itch. After several seconds, the irritation subsided, and Krystal leaned back against the advertisement on the bench.

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Sara felt Krystal begin to walk again, and when she sat down, her entire body was smushed back into the sweaty crack. Sara squirmed as much as she could, trying to get a breath of untainted air. Krystal must have felt her this time, as the massive cheeks began to press tightly together. Sara felt all of the air being squeezed from her lungs, her gaping mouth trying to suck in more precious oxygen. After several grueling seconds, the pressure subsided, and the cheeks began to roll side to side, like a ship on stormy seas. Sara wheezed as her lungs re-inflated, and sputtered as the motion loosened up a bit more sweat, coating her in a fresh layer of salty grime. Sara clawed at the thong, desperate to pull herself to higher ground. Finally, the shifting stopped, and the massive ass leaned back, plowing Sara right back into the ass crack. Sara lay defeated, her arms pinned above her head, and her body compressed between tons of ass yet again.

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Krystal dozed for a few minutes, almost missing the bus as it pulled up. The driver quickly beeped the horn, jolting Krystal from her nap. She hopped up, and quickly loaded her bike onto the rack on the front of the bus. As she stepped inside, she apologized to the driver and swiped her card to pay. Krystal made her way to the back of the bus, and sat down in an empty row next to the emergency exit. She propped her feet up against the handrail, and leaned back into the seat cushions, settling in for the ride.

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Sara felt Krystal stand up, releasing the weight from her back. She pulled on the thong, and began to make progress to the waistband. Each step Krystal took shook Sara to her bones, but she pushed on. Finally, she reached the waistband, just as Krystal sat down again. The top of her ass crack leaned into Sara, but didn't pin her like before, allowing her to slowly try and budge the waistband. Sara slid her arms under the elastic, and tried to pry it open. However, the stretchy material was far too strong for her to move. After several feeble attempts, Sara screamed in frustration, kicking her arms and legs in a mini-tantrum. She stopped cold as the waistband above her flew open, and a pair of gigantic fingers filled the sky. Sara barely had time to register what was going on before the digits pressed against her head, driving her a few feet down, and slid her back into the crack. The fingers began to scratch as the crack, roughly rubbing Sara up and down the tight crevice. Sara pushed against the fingernail, hoping to pry herself free, but the pressure on her torso was too great. As the fingers began their retreat, Sara hugged onto the nail, hoping to be pulled with it, but the sweat from Krystal's ass had made everything too slippery to grab. Sara watched in despair as the waistband snapped shut, sealing her in.

********

Krystal looked around, and slipped one hand behind her back. That damn itch was back, and was higher in her ass now. She rubbed vigorously for several seconds, hoping she had finally quelled the itch. As she removed her hand, she rubbed the sweat off her fingers on her leg, hoping nobody would notice. Krystal pulled out her phone, and began texting, hoping to pass the time on the bus ride quickly.

As the bus pulled up to her stop, Krystal stood up and exited, and removed her bike from the rack. She still had about two blocks to go, so she lazily pedaled home, not bothering to push her body. The California sun was already high in the sky, and even the quick ride home brought her body temperature up enough to resume sweating. "I hope I beat Jeanne home, so I can shower quickly," Krystal thought to herself. Jeanne was notorious for taking forever in the shower, usually consuming all of the hot water before Krystal could use it. Sure enough, Jeanne's bike was absent from the garage, signalling the shower was all hers. She leaned her bike against the wall, hanging her helmet from one of the handle bars, dangling by one strap. Krystal pressed the garage button, and watched briefly to ensure the rolling door began to descend before heading inside. Once inside, Krystal made her way to her room, then rifled through her dresser drawers, fishing out some fresh clothes to wear. She piled them on the corner of the bed, and shut her bedroom door, granting herself a sense of privacy. She began to roll up her shirt, sliding it past her breasts and off over her head. Next came the bra, slipping free and releasing the twin peaks. Krystal hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her shorts, and tugged the elastic down below her hips, letting them fall to her feet as gravity took over for her. Finally came the thong. Krystal reached back with one hand, and peeled the sweat-soaked fabric from her ass, dropping it in the pile of sweaty clothes at her feet. She gathered up the clean clothes from the edge of the bed, and headed off to the bathroom for a shower, gently kicking the door closed behind her.

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Sara felt Krystal's ass cheeks squeeze around her, then relax. As they released their grip on her, the thong began to retreat. Sara was caught off guard, and couldn't get a firm grip on the sweaty band as it slipped away her. Sara was held in place by the massive cheeks, but at least her escape route was finally clear. She began to slowly work her way out of Krystal's crack, reaching forward and grabbing onto the sweaty ass, and pulling her body forward. Each pull was a little easier than the last, as Sara made progress in her escape. As Sara's head finally broke free from between the cheeks, Krystal began to move again, gently squishing Sara with each step. Sara couldn't see where she was headed, but it wasn't hard to guess where a sweaty naked woman would be headed: the shower. Sara renewed her efforts to pull herself free, hoping to fall to a carpet and not a tile surface in the bathroom. Sara knew she didn't have much time when Krystal raised on leg and kicked the door shut behind her.

Sara had freed herself up to her waist when she heard the shower head sputter to life. She had only a few more seconds to break free, and she pushed with all of her might against the soft cheeks. Her body slowly began to slide free, the sweat providing some benefit to Sara for once. As her hips slid free, Sara felt Krystal take a step, and saw a glass door swing shut. She was in the shower. The room quickly began to fill with steam, fogging up the shower door almost immediately. Sara looked down and stopped struggling to get free. Directly below her was the drain, with holes that Sara could easily slip through if she fell. Krystal turned around, her back facing the shower head. As the water soaked into her hair, a torrent of water began rushing down the slope of her back, heading straight for Sara. The waterfall crashed into Sara, almost pulling her loose from Krystal's crack, something Sara ironically didn't want to happen at the moment. She twisted her body, and pressed one arm back between the cheeks, trying to anchor herself until the onslaught of water was over.

********

Krystal ran her fingers through her hair, letting the water soak every follicle. She relaxed her body slightly, the hot water and steamy air soothing her skin. As she gently shook her head, she ran her hands down her sides and hips, gently pressing her ass together. She reached over to the shelf and grabbed her washcloth and body soap, flipping the lid open with a gentle cracking sound. She poured a generous helping of wash into the cloth, and squeezed her hand shut to press the soap into the cloth. The scent of strawberries filled the shower, and Krystal smiled as she closed her eyes, and began to rub the soap all over her body.

********

Sara felt Krystal's hands push her ass together, giving her an unexpected hug with her cheeks. Sara used her free hand to wipe the water from her face, and blinked several times to clear her eyesight. A crack rang out in the shower, followed by the overwhelming smell of fruit. For Krystal, it was the scent of strawberries, but for Sara, the smell was almost overpowering. Sara looked along the curve of Krystal's back, watching her hands pass the bubbly washcloth across every surface of her body. Suddenly, the cloth went out of sight. Sara looked around, but was overtaken from behind by a wall of bubbles. Before she could even scream, Sara was caught up underneath the foam covered cloth, being dragged across acres of Krystal's ass. Sara's lungs burned for air, and she struggled against the coarse fibers, grabbing one in each hand. The cloth pulled away from Krystal's skin, and Sara's face was covered in bubbles the size of her body. She breathed in, feeling lightheaded from the potency of the strawberry scent. The bubbles around her distorted her vision, bending light in all directions. Each bubble provided a fish-eye view of the shower, but Sara couldn't make out where she was headed next. A large tan shape that Sara assumed was Krystal, was getting larger, until all of the bubbles showed it. Sara heard several loud pops all around as the washcloth made contact with Krystal's skin, and Sara sucked in a deep breath before her bubble burst, and she was once against rubbed around. The cloth chafed her arms and legs, turning them bright red. Sara let go of the cloth, and tried to find a hand hold on Krystal's skin. A large bump slid up between Sara's legs, and she stopped sliding as her crotch slammed into the thick protrusion. Sara felt the washcloth slide by along her back, leaving a trail of bubbles behind like a soapy slug. Sara swatted her hand around her face, trying to make an air pocket to replenish her lungs. Her other hand tried to grip to the skin, but her hold was precarious at best. Sara squeezed her legs together, it was like trying to stay on a horse. Through a thin gap in the bubbles, Sara saw Krystal reach for the shower head, and began to rinse herself off. Sara hugged the skin and clamped her legs, desperately trying to not be washed away with the bubbles. Finally, the water stopped, and only trickles of water ran down Krystal's body. Sara opened her eyes, and gasped as she realized her predicament. She was straddling one of Krystal's nipples, with no way down.

********

Krystal rotated the faucet, slowly silencing the shower head. She slid the glass door open, and stepped out onto the little bath mat. Beads of water slid down her curves, some diving to the mat below, soaking in an leaving tiny dark spots behind. Krystal reached for a towel perched on the back of the bathroom door. Her toes stood at the edge of the bath mat, and her torso bent forward as she reached. Krystal hated walking on slippery tile, and leaned forward, her fingers flicking the tail of a towel. She finally grabbed it and tugged, pulling it free from the hook. She wrapped it around her like a cloak, pulling on both ends to press the body of the towel into her back. She ran it along her shoulders, over and under her perky breasts, and down between her legs. As she finished up, she returned the towel to its hook, and began to dress herself.

********

Sara felt the massive boob slid forward as Krystal reached for the towel. She gripped with all her might, trying desperately not to fall to her doom. As Krystal began to dry off, Sara tried to prepare for the inevitable. Sure enough, the towel slid under the tit, causing to rise like a fleshy wave. Sara's eyes bugged out of her skull as the towel made a second pass, this time across the nipples. The coarse fibers brushed against her like ten thousand fuzzy branches, the sheer force knocking her loose from her perch. Sara tumbled down along the length of the towel, rolling among the fibers. They slowed her descent, but she was too disoriented to grab onto anything. Her limbs swung loosely around her, but she could get a grip on the now moist towel. Suddenly, Sara was in free fall; the towel had run out. She screamed briefly before landing on the bath mat, the carpet sparing her spine from being snapped like a toothpick. Sara rolled over onto her back, and gazed at the giantess towering above her. A few droplets of water still dribbled down her back as Krystal finished drying her hair. Sara groaned, her body still recovering from the impact. She winced as she tried to sit up, and failed to notice Krystal shift her legs as she dried them. A shadow fell over Sara, and she looked up to see Krystal's wrinkly sole settle over her. The pad smothered Sara, the wet skin cool and soft, but still heavy and overpowering. Sara was crushed into the mat, her face wedged into a wrinkle. Even though she had just showered, at this proximity Sara could still smell the sour odor of foot. Krystal shifted her weight, letting some of the pressure off of Sara. Krystal moved her foot back and forth slowly in motion with her drying, dragging her wet sole across Sara's poor body. Finally, the foot lifted away, and Sara could take a full breath of air again. The light above her flipped off, and Krystal closed the bathroom door as she left, trapping Sara in darkness. The only light left was from the bottom of the door, trickling in and providing just enough light for Sara to make out the floor. She wiggled her body and sat up, the carpet having formed a tiny imprint of her body being pressed into it. Sara stood shakily to her feet, and brushed her hands across her torso and legs, straightening her foot-ironed shirt out. Sara waded through the bath mat, and began to jog once she hit the tile. She hoped Krystal was still in her room, and maybe could finally notice her.

Sara thrashed against the thick cotton restraints, her face mere inches away from Jeanne's puckered asshole. With each step the cruel giantess took, Sara's world jiggled and shook. The heat from Jeanne's body, mixed with her sweat, began to turn her ass crack into a sauna for Sara. The cheeks began to spread slightly, and Sara felt herself lowering quickly. Suddenly, the cheeks clapped together, smashing Sara from both sides, trapping her head in a small pocket of air. A small pocket shared with Jeanne's asshole. Sara screamed between labored gasps of air.

Jeanne sat down in the car, and felt her ass compress around Sara. She smiled as she turned the key, the entire rumbling to life. Jeanne gave her ass a slight wiggle as she adjusted in her seat, before shifting the car into gear.

Sara heard a low rumbling, and felt the flesh surrounding her begin to vibrate slightly. The pocket of air was contaminated by her other occupant, and Sara was beginning to feel lightheaded from the noxious fumes. This was going to be a long car ride.

Jeanne glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard and frowned. She was behind schedule. Her foot pressed into the accelerator as she slipped onto the freeway. The incline of the on ramp shifted her weight backwards, and Jeanne grinned as she knew her little captive was being flattened by the building momentum. She pushed the pedal down further, and drove her ass into the seat harder.

The walls of sweaty skin crushed Sara, enveloping her body. What little air pocket existed was replaced with ass flesh. Sara squirmed as her face was wedged against Jeanne's asshole. The fleshy embrace was short, and the crushing cheeks relaxed. Sara twisted her head sideways and dry heaved, her face and hairline slick with an oily residue from the asshole's kiss. Stench to ass was all over her face, and Sara was beginning to feel delirious. In a haze, she began to rub her face against the sweaty cheeks, trying to wipe the slimy film from her skin. Slowly but surely, the sweat from Jeanne's ass rinsed Sara's face enough for her to maintain her sanity. Sara stopped, could swear she heard a moan reverberate from above. She waited for a moment before writing it off as the hum of the engine on the road, and resumed trying to wipe her face clean.

Jeanne gripped the steering wheel tighter, and flexed her fingers one hand at a time. Whatever Sara was doing to struggle, it was turning her on. A short moan escaped her lips as she started to exit the freeway. She could feel the tension building in her loins, but decided to put a halt to it before she lost control. As Jeanne applied the brakes, she clenched her ass cheeks as hard as she could. She could feel Sara's squirming intensify as Jeanne deprived her of air. Slowly, the tickle against her asshole died down, and Jeanne relaxed her muscles.

The car bounced over a speed bump as Jeanne pulled into work. As she put the car into park, she began to worry just a tad. Sara hadn't moved in a few minutes, and Jeanne hoped her little toy wasn't dead yet. She got out of the car and flexed her glutes a few times, smiling as she felt something stir against her puckered hole.

"Glad to see I didn't lose you back there," Jeanne taunted as she turned her head, leaning one hand on her hip to pivot and look down at her ass. "Can't have you dying on me *that* easily, then I won't get to enjoy you at work." With that, Jeanne swung her purse over her shoulder, and strode up to the office building.

Everything around Sara was shifting as Jeanne walked. the cheeks rose and fell in sync, rubbing against Sara with each motion. She shook her head, trying to dispel the dizziness in her head. Jeanne's last crushing squeeze had caused her to black out from lack of air, and Sara was still trying to get her bearings. She was thankful for one thing at least: Jeanne walking had relieved the tension on the g-string, and Sara had a little bit of breathing room between her and the imposing asshole. She could still see it in the dim light, several feet in front of her, glistening with sweat. Sara shuddered, and hoped Jeanne had a standing job.

Jeanne pushed against the double doors to the office, and smiled as she hustled past coworkers. She quickly punched in, smiling at the webcam mounted by the computer. She slipped into the break room, and set her food in the fridge. As she opened the door to place her burrito in, Jeanne caught a glimpse of one of her male coworkers, Tom. She made sure to bend over slowly while she gingerly placed her food inside. She took her time, partially because she know Tom was watching, but also because she could feel Sara's reprieve ending. Once she felt the squirming girl back against her butthole, she quickly stood up and spun around on her heels.

"Hi Tom!" Jeanne flashed a flirty smile as she watched the poor boy fluster. He obviously wasn't expecting her to turn around so fast, and she knew it. She giggled quietly as she walked past him, his cheeks turning bright red. He was cute, but not her type; too quiet and shy. Still, she enjoyed teasing him every once in a while though, especially when she "caught" him looking at her. She brushed thoughts of Tom out of her mind as she swiped her key card, and opened a large white door at the sound of a buzzer.

Sara grumbled. She knew Jeanne had bent over on purpose, making sure she didn't get a respite in her ass. Jeanne must have realized that walking gave her a little freedom, as she was now walking with her cheeks gently squeezed together. Sara could still breathe, but her limbs were completely immobilized by Jeanne's gigantic cheeks.

Jeanne set her purse down beside a computer terminal, and plopped her butt down on a chair. She wiggled her booty back and forth a few times, to get comfortable and to crush Sara just a little more, then leaned forward and began to type. Every few minutes, Jeanne would flex her ass, pulling Sara closer to her smelly hole.

Jeanne almost jumped out of her chair when a voice spoke behind her, "Any progress today, Jeanne?"

Jeanne spun around in her chair, coming face-to-chest with her supervisor. She threw on a professional smile before replying, "Not yet, Ms. Grey. The client didn't seem too keen on the offer, I'll reach out again."

"Update me when you have news."

Jeanne barely had a "yes ma'am," out of her mouth before the woman turned and walked away. Spinning her chair back around, Jeanne smiled, and resumed typing away.

Sara couldn't make out anything that was said around her. She didn't think much about it though, as Jeanne shifted her weight and crossed her legs, pressing more weight into Sara. This was going to be a long day for her.

The next few hours were spent with Jeanne typing and answering calls, occasionally shifting her plump butt back and forth to grind Sara into her ass. At one point, she reached back and scratched at an itch, then pressed her finger against Sara, pinning her to her ass. She could feel the dampness on her finger as she removed it, and smiled deviously, knowing Sara was in hell down there.

Hell didn't begin to describe the situation for Sara. Jeanne's ass was huge, and she sweated a lot. The foul atmosphere felt like a jungle to Sara, the heat and humidity both approaching 100. The sweltering warmth made trying to rest impossible, not that Jeanne was going to let that happen. Sara began to stop squirming, her limbs sore and weak from fighting against the cotton threads all morning. Every time she would begin to doze off from exhaustion, Jeanne would clench her cheeks, or a droplet of sweat would wash over her face.

Jeanne heard a bell echo through the office, and stood up. Arms raised high above her head, she leaned back and arched her back, stretching from her long sitting marathon. Lunch time had arrived.

As she walked back to the break room, Jeanne smiled. She loved burritos, and she knew Sara would be getting a taste of it too, whether she liked it or not. She retrieved her meal from the fridge, and tossed it into the microwave. As it spun on the turntable, Jeanne played a little game with Sara. For each rotation, she clenched her cheeks tight, then a rotation of rest. Based on Sara's struggles, Jeanne had her pinned pretty good. The squirming would start off strong, and slowly died down before her ass released its grip. Finally, the timer dinged, and Jeanne fished her steaming burrito from the microwave. She smiled as she walked back to her desk, and propped her feet up on the desk, her ass sinking into the chair as she ate.

"Hey, runt," Jeanne whispered, "I'll let you out for a little if I miss this shot." She wadded up the burrito wrapper, and tossed it towards the wastebasket. It deflected off the rim, and dropped to the floor with a quiet crackle. Jeanne frowned, and shifted her weight to get up. "Okay, I lied, you're not coming out if I miss," she pressed her hands on her cheeks and mashed them together, reviving the struggles in her ass crack. She let go and glanced around. Seeing nobody in sight, Jeanne crouched down to pickup the wrapper. As she squatted, her cheeks parted, and the g-string pulled taut down her crack. She could just barely hear Sara's pleas for mercy, and chuckled.

"Now that I know you can hear me, I wanted to give fair warning. You're not gonna like the afternoon shift, Sara." Jeanne smiled and stood up, and Sara's screams were silenced as her ass closed in around her again. Jeanne dunked the wrapper just as the bell rang again, and returned to her desk. As she sat down, she felt her tummy gurgle. "Better hope all I get is gas, little bug, or you're gonna be in deep shit." She ran her fingers across her stomach, feeling her lunch already beginning to digest.

Another gurgle reverberated through Jeanne's abdomen. She stopped typing for a moment and gently patted her tummy. The burrito was quite filling, and Jeanne sighed in content. She shifted her butt in her chair, feeling a little lump in her ass come to life with the movement. She smiled and slowly ground her ass deeper into the chair, feeling her ass crack gobble up her underwear. If only she could get Sara wedged deeper without her fingers...

Jeanne snapped out her daydream as the phone at her desk buzzed. She sat up and lifted the phone from the receiver, and directed her attention back to her job. She had a hard time focusing on what the person was saying, as Sara was busy trying to escape again. It felt like her arms were finally free, and her tiny hands tickled her ass. Jeanne leaned forward and slid her hand down the back of her skirt, and tugged up on the g-string. She felt the thin cotton pull against her asshole, the strip of fabric conforming to the curves of her rear. As she hung up the phone, Jeanne leaned back and let go of her underwear, releasing her self-induced wedgie.

Sara pushed her hands against Jeanne's asshole, fighting back the hungry orifice. Every time she was pressed against it, Sara thought that it would swallow her head and not let go. She had given up on trying to keep her face free of its slime, having run out of ass to wipe her face clean on. Another rumble from deep within Jeanne echoed around her, and the asshole in front of her puckered shut. Sara took a deep breath, afraid of what was to come. The pink ring slowly relaxed, and Sara gasped as she let out her breath. She knew what the rumbling meant after a burrito, and figured it was only a matter of time before the ass sauna turned into a gas chamber.

Jeanne suppressed her fart, not wanting to embarrass herself around her coworkers. Only another hour left before she could go home, and release the gas that was building in her gut. Work was slowing down for the day, so Jeanne focused on her phone, occasionally clenching her butt on Sara when she stopped squirming. Finally, the bell dinged, and Jeanne was on her feet and headed for the door before the final chime had rung.

Sweat began to quickly form around her as Jeanne stepped outside into the afternoon California sun. She slowed her stride as she walked to her car, allowing her ass to warm in the sunlight. The unmistakable feeling of swamp butt began to manifest as she opened her car door, feeling a wave of hot air flow over her face. Jeanne hopped inside, the hot leather seats warming her bottom further. She shut the car door, shook her ass into the car seat, and released a blast of wind from her back door.

The temperature had risen quickly in Jeanne's ass, and Sara was soaked in fresh sweat within seconds. A droplet rushed towards Sara's face, and she squinted her eyes to keep the burning liquid out. As the drop rolled over her face, Sara's arms swatted around her mouth, and she began to wipe her eyes when a gale of hot air rushed by. Sara cupped her hands over her mouth and nose, and her eyes watered. Lungs burning, she finally exhaled, and gagged as she took a breath. The smell of sulfur and beans filled her nostrils, burning her nasal passages. She began to wave her hands in front of her face, in a vain attempt to dissipate the foul gas.

Jeanne twisted the key in the ignition, and felt the gentle vibrations of the engine spinning up. Sweat trickled down her brow, and Jeanne shook her head to flip the drops away from her eyes. She looked down at her crotch and said, "How you doing down there, runt? Must be REALLY sweaty down there." She wiggled her ass from side to side, her cheeks sliding against each other, slicked by the building layer of sweat.

"I'm sweating pretty good, you must be drowning down there. Why don't I give you some air?" Jeanne flexed the muscles in her abdomen, pushing a bubble through her intestines. As she felt it approaching the exit, she slipped a finger down her crack, and smushed Sara against her filthy hole.

Sara screamed as she watched the twitching ring contract before her eyes, preparing to fire. Suddenly, a massive digit slammed into her back, driving her body against the clenched sphincter. Sara felt it twitch and undulate against her chest, as Jeanne began to slowly rub her finger in a circle. As Sara's body began to slide lower, she heard another rumbling approach. She thrashed against the pressure on her back, and screamed until her lungs were empty. Jeanne pushed her a little lower, until Sara's face was centered in front of the rubbery ring of skin. Sara's eyes bugged out in horror as the tight ring expanded, and a blast of noxious gases streamed loose. Sara wretched at the smell, and began to feel dizzy from the lack of clean air. The smell of sweat would be sweet fragrance compared to the acrid stench that filled the humid ass crack.

As she felt her asshole begin to close, Jeanne pushed Sara's pathetic little head forward. She could feel her little arms beating on the rim of her hole, and felt her slowly slide in. Her other hand slid beneath her skirt and began to toy with her pussy, gently stroking her clit. Jeanne pushed with her finger, feeling Sara slip inside her asshole, along with a little of her panties. She pushed until she felt her first knuckle touch her asshole, then squeezed her sphincter and pulled her finger free, trapping Sara inside.

Sara wailed and gagged at her predicament. The temperature was somehow even hotter in Jeanne's rectum, and the smell was unbearable. She could feel Jeanne squeeze her asshole against her back, and the slick walls around her compressed, wrapping her in their slimy embrace. An ominous gurgle echoed from deeper within Jeanne, and Sara screamed. Her ears began to hurt as the pressure inside increased, and the air reeked. Sara began to hyperventilate, the lack of oxygen driving her to hysteria. She felt the asshole behind her fly open, throwing her free, accelerated by the pent up gas. As the g-string snapped back, Sara was flung against the rim of the slimy hole, the impact delivering the final blow that knocked her unconscious.

Jeanne leaned forward, as she drained the gas from her gut. The car began to really stink, and Jeanne removed her hands from her pants, and rolled down the windows. She noticed that Sara had stopped squirming, probably passed out from the smell. Jeanne didn't care, the hormones in her brain were running wild with the sensations she was feeling. The complete power she held over Sara was intoxicating. Jeanne rolled up the windows and switched on the A/C as she pulled out of the parking lot, joining the gridlock of rush hour traffic.

A door slammed, the loud crack jolting Sara from her restless slumber. Her body tensed, and she pulled against the cotton restraints. Muffled cackling crept into the empty room, fueling Sara's fear. She could hear a pair of voices talking, the conversation spattered with giggles.

Shadows danced in the thin line of light that trickled under the door. Tugging at the threads, Sara's struggles became frantic as she heard footsteps approaching. Her breathing became labored as she started to hyperventilate, and she gasped as the doorknob rattled. 

Krystal's hand wrapped around the round knob, and jerked her wrist to the side. The knob slipped, and she fumbled with it again, finally hearing the latch disengage.

"Fuck, that was a good night," Krystal mumbled under her breath, smirking at her own clumsiness. The lining of her mouth still felt cool with each breath, a twinge of tequila flavor lingering on her tongue. She could feel the ethanol in her blood, a mild tingling under her skin whenever she touched something. It was like her fingers fell asleep, but it wasn't painful. The best part was between her legs; she could feel every slight motion of her thong against her sensitive crotch, and it felt amazing. She shifted her weight back and forth between her hips slowly as she pushed her bedroom door open. She turned around, and waved a loose hand towards Jeanne.

Jeanne chuckled, and returned the gesture. "Get some sleep, Krys." She smiled as Krystal gave her a thumbs up, and closed the door behind her. Jeanne paused for a moment, grinning from ear to ear as she heard the soft 'click' of Krystal's bedroom door lock. 

"Sara's in for a wild ride tonight." Jeanne thought to herself as she headed to bed. Her hands slid across her breasts as her mind played with the idea of Sara being smothered within Krystal's pussy, all for her unaware pleasure. She felt her cheeks flush with desire, and almost regretted letting Krystal have all the fun tonight. Shaking her head, she smiled as she began to undress for bed.

It was a wild ride that Sara preferred to avoid. She tugged frantically at the ropes around her body, feeling the knot wedged between her tits slowly sliding lower. Before her eyes, Krystal's legs approached the bed, a pair of wobbly silhouettes in the dimly lit room. Sara watched in horror as they twisted before here, then felt the roof above her begin to collapse. She screamed as the mattress creaked in Krystal's weight, her cries quickly muffled as the firm foam molded around her.

Krystal sat down on the corner of the bed, sinking into the memory foam as she lifted her legs. Dreamily kicking her feet in the air, she squeezed her thighs and wiggled her rump into the mattress. 

"Too bad it's a school night," she muttered to herself. "Having a boy over would've been so much better..." Her voice trailed off as she reached behind her back, and unhooked the clasp of her bra. She sighed as the tension around her chest disappeared, her perky breasts free of their lacy prison. She quickly stripped her shirt off, and a short gasps escaped her lips as the cool air brushed across her bare skin. Her crotch yearned for attention, and Krystal decided to delay no further.

Slipping a finger under the waistband of her skimpy black skirt, Krystal wiggled it down to her knees, then kicked her legs and sent the fabric sailing across the room. She leaned forward, and slowly ground her hips back and forth against the sheets. Her hand trailed down her body, fingers gliding across her pale stomach before tucking beneath her panties. Krystal began to swirl her hand in slow circles, occasionally clenching her thighs around her hand. The throbbing between her legs only grew, and Krystal knew just what she needed.

Krystal leaned forward, keeping one hand pressed firmly against her crotch. Her hair hung down around her head as she leaned forward, almost horizontal now, and she felt a slight spinning in her mind from the rapid movement. Closing her eyes and focusing on her sense of touch, she slipped her free hand beneath the mattress, fingers probing in the darkness. After several seconds of blindly poking around, she grasped her prize, and quickly pulled her closed fist out. 

Sara yelped as a large digit bumped into her, followed by four more as they surrounded her. Her cries were muted as Krystal's hand clamped into a fist, her upper half squished against her sweaty palm. Sara jerked her head back and forth, looking for air, as the heat around her quickly began to rise. Suddenly the world turned upside down, and Sara breathed deeply as Krystal's hand retreated. Her head flopped left and right, as she took in her surroundings. Before her, a dark wall of fabric sped toward her with frightening speed, and Sara let out a short squeak before she was slammed into the black lace.

Krystal began to rub the dildo along her pussy, dragging the length of it up and down in a rhythmic motion. She scooted back onto the center of the bed, and propped herself up on one arm as she leaned back.  Her rubbing grew harder, and she pressed her legs together as she slowly pumped the sex toy against her dampened panties. She closed her eyes again and tilted her head back, relishing the tingles of pleasure creeping up her spine.

The friction on Sara's face and chest was alleviated by the moist fabric, but only slightly. Her skin felt raw as she was rubbed up and down against Krystal's heated crotch, and her nostrils were overwhelmed with a musky smell. Not foul, but the sheer strength of the feminine odor made Sara begin to feel dizzy. She tried to scream, but as soon as she caught her breath, her body was compressed back against the steaming thong.

Krystal couldn't stand the foreplay any longer. She flopped onto her back, and roughly jerked the soaking thong to the side. Her finger and thumb pressed against the outer lips of her vagina, and she slowly spread her womanhood as the tip of her toy rubbed against her labia. Moaning softly, Krystal began to slowly pull her hand to her hips, pushing the dildo into her body. She sighed as her hormones kicked into high gear, mingled with the alcohol from earlier. Her other hand slid up her tummy, and Krystal pinched and twisted at her nipples as she pumped the dildo in and out.

Sara screamed as she was plunged headfirst into Krystal. The heat rose exponentially in a heartbeat, and Sara felt the walls around her squeeze and undulate from her presence. She squirmed violently against her bonds as her body was thrust in and out of the sweltering cavern. Her breathing became erratic as the crushing grip of the massive vagina flattened her lungs over and over. Sara's hair was matted to her head by the viscous nectar from within, and she gagged as her mouth filled with fluid.

Krystal began to squeeze her thighs together, and her breath came in short gasps. She could feel a wave of euphoria bubbling up inside her, and every thrust of her hands pushed her closer to the edge. Faster and faster, Krystal bit her lip to suppress the urge to cry out in ecstasy. With one final push, Krystal clamped her legs tightly as she jammed the dildo deep within her. She rolled to her sighed, burying her head in her pillow as she let out a high pitched moan. 

The hot sticky walls around Sara drenched her in a thick fluid, and she felt the pressure crushing her increase. She tried to scream as the air was slowly crushed from her lungs, small gurgles escaping her lips as a torrent of Krystal's juices flooded over her. Every muscle in her body burned as she was compressed against the spamming walls, the deprivation of air settling around her like a dark cloud. Sara felt her body begin to slide, and a small glimmer of light caught her eye as she passed out.

Krystal lay on her back, panting in the afterglow of her orgasm. One leg was arched into the air, the other hung limp against the cool sheets. Catching her breath, she reached down between her legs, and slowly fished the pink dildo out from her inner sanctum. The matte rubber surface glistened in the dim light, coated in a thin film of her juices. 

Krystal grabbed a tissue from her nightstand, and gingerly wiped off her toy, stroking it from top to bottom. Wadding the tissue into a ball, she half-heartedly tossed it towards her wastebasket, then shrugged as the damp wad bounced pitifully off the metal rim. She sighed, and finally rolled over onto her stomach, slowly pushing herself up on weak elbows. Her legs wobbled like jello, still unsteady with orgasmic bliss. She roughly shoved the dildo back under her mattress, then collapsed onto her bed, all tuckered out. Krystal pulled the sheet up to her shoulders, and was asleep before the blanket had settled.

Sara slowly came to, her head spinning like a merry-go-round. She shook her head to dispel the dizziness, and glanced around. Her body was caked with Krystal's fluids, thickening as it dried to her skin. The cotton restraints were soaked, and practically unbreakable now. Sara hung her head as soft sobs echoed underneath the mattress, her sanity slowly slipping away.

Jeanne laid on her sheets, clad only in a white lace bra and matching panties. Her fingers slowly rubbed up and down her heated mound, as her mind raced with erotic ways to torment Sara. She closed her eyes as thin shafts of moonlight danced across her skin, and pictured the situation Sara must be in. To be crushed deep within a woman who doesn't even know you're there, smothered to satisfy her carnal desires. 

Jeanne's hand began to wander lower, cupping between her hips as she squeezed her curvaceous thighs together. While allowing Krystal to have some unsuspecting fun with Sara was turning her on, Jeanne felt the need for more. She craved the feeling of Sara's squirming body jammed deep within her own body, smothered, and conforming to her desires. Her fingers massaged her throbbing labia as she fantasized about her little living sex toy.

"Ah, dammit," Jeanne muttered. Her hands weren't going to cut it, and she knew it! Her body needed external stimulation, and she craved a very particular pleasure. Sitting up in bed, Jeanne felt the cool night air float across her skin, heightening her sense of touch and sending prickles down her arms. She stood up, and gingerly crept down the hallway to Krystal's room. There was no sound coming from behind the locked door; Jeanne figured she had already passed out by now.

Jeanne reached up, patting her fingertips along the top of the door frame, stopping when she sensed the cold touch of steel. Grasping the metallic object between her finger and thumb, Jeanne lowered her hand to the door, and quietly slipped a bobby pin into the brass knob. With a deliberate twist, the jagged hairpin rotated the lock, signaling its completion with a audible 'click'. Jeanne smiled, and tucked the bobby pin between her lips, before slowly turning the handle.

Between the gentle snores of Krystal, Sara could hear movement. A scraping noise followed by a click caught her attention, and she lifted her head. Her puffy red eyes glanced at the door, and to her horror, she could see the shiny knob move in the dim light. Slowly, the door swung open, silent save for the gentle drag across the carpeted floor. A shadowy figure slipped into the room, heading straight for the bed. Sara began to squirm and fight against her restraints, the dried juices from Krystal cracking and peeling away from her skin. She gasped, and held her breath as the trickle of light in front of her was blocked, and a rustling sound approached her.

Jeanne knelt at the corner of Krystal's bed, and gently slid her hand between the mattress and wooden frame. Her hand brushed against something rubber, and Jeanne wrapped her hand around it and pulled. She squinted in the faint light, and could barely see the thread wrapped around the tip of the dildo. Rotating the toy in her hand, Jeanne smiled as Sara's puny body rolled into view. Her hands began to pick at the string, her nails digging through the cotton fibers with ease.

Before Sara could wiggle free, Jeanne pinched her fingers against her, and gently squeezed.  Sara felt her body being compressed from both sides, her face pressed into the ridges and swirls of Jeanne's fingertip. She squirmed and pounded her fists against the soft flesh, her terrified blows bouncing off Jeanne's skin with barely an indentation to her finger.

Jeanne grinned in the darkness, the bobby pin between her lips sticking loosely to the remnants of her lipstick. A sense of power welled inside of her, feeling Sara's struggles between her fingers.

"Good, she still has some fight left in her," Jeanne thought to herself, as she gently tucked Krystal's staff of pleasure back under the mattress. She spun on her heels, and crept out of her sister's room closing the door behind her with a gentle thud. Plucking the bobby pin from her mouth, Jeanne skillfully locked the door, covering her tracks. Her heart was racing as she focused on the squirming between her fingers.

Jeanne hurried to her room, and flopped down on her bed. The full moon outside her window provided her with a soft light to play under. Rolling over onto her back, she held her hand over her stomach, and released her fingers. She felt a small thump against her smooth tummy, and giggled as she watched the tiny woman scramble to her feet.

Sara was dazed from the fall, and stumbled as the ground beneath her shook. It was warm against her bare feet, and soft, like standing on a firm pillow. The ground quaked again, and heaved forward, tossing Sara onto her ass.

Jeanne propped herself up on her elbows, and stared down at Sara. As her stomach rose, the tiny girl began to tumble down, and Jeanne giggled at the comical display. She could hear her tiny screams as she rolled, coming to rest against a fold in her skin. Jeanne poked with her finger, nudging Sara towards her navel.

Sara's vision spun, her sense of balance scrambled from the fall. A soft push against her back slid her along the crevice of skin, and Sara kicked and screamed against the manicured nail. She felt herself fall backwards, and shrieked as her back landed against something firm. The warm ground around her shook as a feminine laugh filled the air.

Sara struggled to her feet, her eyes darting back and forth. The ground beneath her feet rose and fell with each breath Jeanne took, a faint pounding drummed in the distance. Sara scrambled to the edge of the fleshy pit, and began to pull herself up. The thin folds along Jeanne’s navel provided a squishy handhold, and Sara grimaced as she started to climb.

A hand fell across Jeanne’s mouth as she suppressed a chuckle. She could feel Sara’s tiny hands gripping her skin as she tried to escape. It tickled a bit, and Jeanne knew where she could make it feel better. Watching Sara’s tiny head emerge from her belly button, she waited until the small girl had pulled herself up completely.

“You’re quite the little fighter, Sara,” Jeanne smiled down her chest, her view partially obscured by her breasts as she began to sit up further. She cupped her hand below her navel, catching Sara as she fell lower.

“I wonder how it felt for Krystal…”

Sara screamed as the hand began to lower. Her stomach rose in her throat, and she braced herself against one of the massive fingers curled around her like a cage. The air around her became humid, and Sara’s nose twitched as the musky scent of Jeanne’s crotch filled her nostrils. Not quite as sweaty as Krystal’s, but still glistening with anticipation, Jeanne’s hungry pussy throbbed in front of Sara. She froze in terror, watching as Jeanne’s other hand reached down, a pair of fingers stroking her engorged clit.

Jeanne moaned softly, and brought her cupped hand closer, pressing it against her swollen lips. A small gasp slipped through her plush lips as she felt Sara mashed against her most sensitive area. Her tiny limbs rubbing back and forth against her slick labia, desperately fighting for her freedom. Jeanne removed her hand, and could hear Sara’s muffled screams between her heated thighs.

Thick fluids clung to Sara’s body, coating her skin, and making it impossible to grip anything. Her hands clawed uselessly at the slick skin as Jeanne began to rub her hand up and down her sweltering pussy. Sara screamed as she felt a finger wedge against her back, maneuvering her closer to the entrance of the humid cavern. She kicked her legs wildly as she was shoved headfirst into darkness.

Jeanne gasped as she plunged her finger within her soaked pussy. Sara’s struggles intensified, her flailing legs kicking gently against her swollen lips. She curled her finger slightly, and began to rub Sara against her pubic bone. Small hands pounded against the walls of her vagina, sending shivers of pleasure down her thighs. She scrunched her feet in ecstasy as a low moan escaped her mouth.

Sara gasped for air as the finger finally retreated from the fleshy cave. Her body was drenched in Jeanne’s juices, and she wiped the warm fluid from her mouth and eyes. Before she could scream, Sara was thrust forward, jammed back into the nightmare. The slippery walls around her pulsed and squeezed, pressing her body into the hot flesh. She tried to pull herself free, but was only shoved deeper.

The finger below her retreated, leaving Sara stuck to the contracting walls. She squirmed to break free, but was greeted by two fingers that slammed into her chest. The cramped space within Jeanne’s pussy was quickly filled by the digits, as they pumped in and out slowly. Sara was pressed against the hot walls, her lungs burning for more air than she could find.

Jeanne pushed her fingers deep inside her, feeling a climax approaching. Her other hand reached up to her breasts, and she twisted and squeezed her swollen nipples. The squirming within her pussy was electric, sending waves of euphoria throughout her body. Jeanne could feel herself reaching the peak, and felt her muscles clamp down on her fingers. A soft cry slipped from her agape mouth, and she arched her back as her orgasm rolled through her veins.

Collapsing into the sheets, Jeanne panted as she caught her breath. The struggling within her pussy was dying down, and she reached her finger in, probing around for her new favorite toy. She fished out the tiny girl, and slowly brought her finger to her face.

Sara was coated in Jeanne’s secretions, her petite form glued to Jeanne’s fingertip. She coughed and sputtered as she gulped in fresh air. Below her, Jeanne flushed and smiling face gazed up at her. Her breath rose around Sara, warming the otherwise cold breeze on her drenched skin.

Sara squirmed slightly, her energy drained from the abuse from both sisters. Not so drained, however, that she couldn’t scream as the sticky finger to which she was plastered began to lower. Jeanne’s smile morphed into an open maw, her lips forming a red ring. She slipped her finger between her lips, then puckered them around her knuckle. Slowly, she dragged her finger back, sucking gently as her nail slid from between her lips. Her finger was clean, save for a thin streak of saliva trailing to her lower lip.

Jeanne moved her tongue around, pressing it against her pursed lips. The sweet juices washed over her taste buds as she poked around for her morsel. A small twitch against her cheek caught her attention, and Jeanne rubbed her tongue against the tiny girl. Her lips parted for a moment as she maneuvered Sara into the middle of her mouth, and began sucking on her like a candy. Her skin tasted so sweet, unlike anything had tasted before.

Saliva pooled around Sara as she was tossed around in Jeanne’s mouth. The massive tongue rubbed across her body, the coarse taste buds scraping against her chest. She screamed as the air around her rumbled with a low moan from deep within Jeanne’s throat. Suddenly, Sara was tossed forward, and the raging pink tongue pressed against the back of her head. Sara’s arms flailed as she tried to fight off the squishy monster, but her head was shoved further between the pursed lips. Trapped between the sticky lips, Sara felt her legs forcibly spread by Jeanne’s tongue, and felt the tip of the muscle press firmly between her legs, driving her forward.

Jeanne stopped pushing Sara once she felt the tiny girl’s head break free of her lips. She could hear her pathetic cries for mercy as her tongue began to lap at her tiny feet. She puckered her lips again, and began to rub the tip of her tongue between Sara’s thighs. The squirming between her lips increased, as did the screams from her tiny morsel.

Jeanne let her tongue slowly explored every inch of Sara’s lower body. She ran the pink organ up and down her legs, sucking on her gently as she did. The slippery beast then began to rub back and forth on Sara’s butt, eliciting a slew of tiny screams from the trapped girl. Jeanne’s lips separated for a moment as her tongue flipped the poor girl over, and began lapping at her crotch.

Sara screamed as the soaking tongue pushed against her pussy. Her voice cracked as she shouted, and she pounded her fists against the soft lips wrapped around her torso. Sara’s sheer terror overruled any pleasure that Jeanne’s tongue brought, and she felt a rage boiling within her as she felt her body violated.

Finally, Jeanne gave one last push with her tongue, and spit Sara out into her waiting hand. Strands of saliva clung to the tiny girl as Jeanne stood up, and walked over to her dresser. Opening the drawer, she lowered her hand, and set Sara into the plastic bin. She watched as the tiny woman immediately curled up into a ball.

“You taste delicious, Sara,” Jeanne teased, her smile widening as she saw the effects of her words. Sara curled even tighter, her tiny form shivering before her eyes. Jeanne reached her hand deeper into the drawer, and removed the amulet.

“Here, this will help you sleep. You’re gonna need your rest, tomorrow is a big day.”

Jeanne slipped the amulet around her neck, and closed her eyes. The jewel began to glow between her fingers, and Sara felt something warm wash over her body. Before she could open her eyes to see what the source of warmth was, her mind drifted to sleep, and her muscles went slack.

Jeanne opened her eyes, and watched intently as Sara’s unconscious form began to expand. Stopping at around an inch, Jeanne held up her fingers to gage the smaller woman’s height.

“Hmm, that should work just right tomorrow.” She replaced the lid on Sara’s prison, and shut the drawer gently, before heading off to sleep herself. Maybe Monday wouldn’t suck after all.

Sara groaned as she dreamed. She felt like she was tumbling down a hillside, the incline growing steeper every time she tried to slow down. Her head was spinning, then suddenly, she was stuck. Her body felt like it was slipping, trapped in quicksand that was rising around her. The rush of adrenaline pulled her back to reality, but the nightmare didn't end as Sara's eyes shot open.

She truly was sinking, though it wasn't quicksand that held her captive. Sara's body was slipping down the curvature of Jeanne's breast, her descent only slowed by the tight fitting bra pinned against her back. Sara looked up in terror, as Jeanne's face bore a sadistic smile. Suddenly, the padded cotton behind her lifted, a solitary finger peeling the bra back. Sara clawed at the smooth flesh, delaying the inevitable for a moment. Her ears burned in anger as she heard the cruel laughter from Jeanne's lips. 

A shadow fell over her, and Sara turned her head to the sky. She let out a tiny shriek as Jeanne's finger swept down, pushing her flailing body into the abyss of the massive bra cup. 

Jeanne released her grasp on her bra, letting it snap into place. She fished around with her finger for a moment, positioning the squirming girl against her nipple. Finally, she removed her finger, and gently patted her palm against her chest.

"There, all ready for her big night out!"

Jeanne smiled as she walked to her car, the anticipation of the night bubbling within her. As she strapped on her seat belt, she gave her breast another playful squeeze, renewing the struggles from the tiny trapped inside her bra.

"Better enjoy the ride, Sara," Jeanne taunted to her captive, "although, I think this party won't be as fun for you as it will be for me."

The engine roared to life, sending vibrations through Jeanne's body. She ran her fingers along the small lump on her chest, toying with the girl trapped under the fabric of her shirt. Her lips curled into a sadistic grin as a rush of excitement pulsed through her nerves. 

Sara wasn't enjoying the ride quite as much as her tormentor. A knot was forming against her stomach, pressing firmly into her tummy. Sara's struggles intensified as she realized the source of her discomfort; Jeanne's nipple was squeezing her organs as it hardened, triggered by the stimulation of her attempt to escape. A dripping sense of nausea trickled into Sara's abdomen as she was jostled about, her body pinned between the erect nipple and the firm bra cup.

After several futile minutes, her arms finally dropped to her sides in defeat, and she resigned to the depressing notion that she was once again trapped. A single tear snaked down her face as Sara closed her eyes and sobbed. The minutes felt like hours as her body was squashed with every bump in the road. 

Finally, Sara felt the car roll to a stop, and the vibration of the engine ceased.

"You ready to play, Sara?" Jeanne reached up and cupped her hand around her breast, squeezing firmly as the tiny girl began to squirm once more. 

"That's better," she said, a sly grin spreading across her lips. She brushed her hair back over her shoulder, and closed the car door. A tingle rippled across her nerves as she walked up the sidewalk, the dull rumble of music growing louder with each step. By the time she had reached the front door, she could feel the beat vibrate her skin. The door swung open, a wisp of fog rolling across her legs, inviting her to join the party. 

Jeanne glanced around, her eyes adjusting to the parade of colored lights and movement. People milled about in their various states of inebriation, some waving plastic cups above their heads as they danced. Jeanne smiled as she caught a glimpse of Beth, and began to maneuver through the crowd of students.

"Hey, Beth!" 

Her voice was drowned out by the pounding music, but Beth turned her head in time to see Jeanne's waving arms. She waited for Jeanne to wade through the sea of dancing bodies, then spread her arms wide, embracing Jeanne with a tight hug.

"Glad you made it, girl!" Beth shouted, her words barely audible to Jeanne.

Jeanne chuckled, and leaned her head closer to Beth.

"And I'm not alone. Give me another hug," she whispered, her lips brushing against Beth's ear. She smiled as the arms around her squeezed tighter, undoubtedly giving her little prisoner a warm welcome as well.

Sara couldn't breathe as an overwhelming pressure smashed against her from behind. Her body was plastered into Jeanne's breast, her nipple still wedged painfully against her stomach, firm from the constant stimulation of her struggles. She whimpered as the crushing finally subsided, followed by a glimpse of light pouring in from above. Sara turned her head up just in time to see a pair of fingers close in around her. 

"C'mere, bug," Jeanne snickered as she dug into her bra. "Here's the little bitch I shrunk, Beth." She cupped her hands together, giving Beth a view of the girl cowering on her palm. 

Beth smiled in approval, "she looks terrified, Jeanne. I think you did pretty well for the first time. May I?" 

Jeanne nodded, and tilted her hands towards Beth. Beth wasted no time, plucking the tiny woman up between her fingers. Without warning, she raised her hand above her head, and opened her mouth wide.

Sara screamed as she hung precariously over Beth's mouth. The ruby lips below her stretched wide, exposing a set of flawless yet deadly teeth. Within the darkness behind the pearly daggers, she swore she saw movement. Suddenly, her body felt weightless, and Sara shrieked as she plummeted towards the abyss of Beth's mouth.

Beth clicked her teeth shut the moment she felt the tiny girl land on her tongue. She tilted her head down, smiling brightly at Jeanne. A small bulge lingered on her cheek for a moment, before disappearing as Beth began to speak.

"I'll be right back, Jeanne. Don't worry, I won't eat her!" She winked, and twirled on her heels, leaving Jeanne alone with her imagination.

Darkness surrounded Sara as she fought to maintain her balance. Her body was coated in a slimy film of Beth's saliva, and she wretched as she wiped her eyes. The ground beneath her feet twitched constantly, the rough texture sending shivers of revolt up Sara's legs. A lingering scent of vodka filled the air, adding to the pungent and humid atmosphere she was forced to breathe. The lips parted for a moment, giving her a brief glimpse of the party outside of the humid cavern she was trapped in.

As Beth's mouth closed, Sara felt the lurking monster beneath her spring into action. She yelped as her tiny frame was tossed against the roof of the mouth, her face quickly covered in a fresh layer of spit. She writhed in disgust as the bumpy taste buds glided up and down her body, tasting every inch of her bare skin. Her hands pushed against the slimy muscle, but she was no match against the pink organ. Sara screamed as she was probed relentlessly, feeling violated with every lick.

Beth giggled as she began to press her tongue between Sara's thighs. She could feel the tiny legs clamp together in protest, desperately trying to keep her from having a taste.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," Beth thought to her self, as she began to gently suck on the squirming morsel in her mouth. She puckered her lips, and positioned the tiny woman so that only her face protruded from her mouth. Humming to herself, she began to pry the tip of her tongue between the kicking legs.

Sara wailed as the slimy tongue slid between her knees, slowly inching further up her thighs. Tears began to well up in her eyes as Beth's tongue began to rub against her pussy, stirring a flurry of emotions in her mind. The unwelcome pleasure brewing in her crotch pushed her to tears, and she pounded her fists against the glossy lips wrapped around her torso.

"Stop! Please!"

Beth couldn't hear the cries from Sara, but she could feel a slight tickle against her lips as the tiny hands tapped gently against them. She continued to suck on the girl like a piece of candy, allowing a few drops of saliva to dribble along her lower lip. This seemed to send Sara into a greater frenzy, and Beth smiled slightly at the sensation.

She approached a long folding table, its surface littered with plastic cups and beer cans. A glass bowl sat in the middle of the table, filled halfway with a dark red liquid. Beth picked up a pair of empty cups, glancing inside to ensure they were clean. She held one up to her lips, and pushed her tongue out from between her lips, ejecting the tiny girl from her mouth.

Sara screamed as she tumbled along the plastic interior of the cup, coming to a halt at the bottom. Her body was covered in a thick helping of Beth's spit, and her footing slipped once or twice as she tried to stand. The cup quaked as it collided with the table, tossing Sara back onto her knees. She looked up, unable to see anything but the dancing lights darting across the ceiling.

Beth reached over for the punch bowl, grabbing the handle of the spoon resting against the edge of the glass. The ice cubes drifting along the surface swirled in all directions as she stirred the cloudy fluid, small bubbles floating up to the top. Beth picked up the empty cup, and dipped the edge below the water line. She lifted the cup from the bowl, and dragged her tongue along the edge of the cup, lapping up the drops left on the outside. She set her cup down, and turned her attention to the cup that held Jeanne's little toy.

The cup shook once again, and Sara stumbled as her prison rose up into the air. The angle of the floor grew steeper, and she braced against the wall with both hands. Her eyes widened as the cup was tilted further sideways, giving her a glimpse across the room. Suddenly, a torrent of dark liquid began rushing into the cup. Sara screamed as the freezing beverage washed over her, the current pulling her under the surface.

Lifting the cup away from the punch bowl, Beth smiled as she watched the tiny girl thrash about in the drink. Her puny body was no bigger than the ice cube floating next to her. Beth giggled as she began to walk back to Jeanne, giving Sara's cup a little swish to send the girl swimming in the drink.

Sara pumped her legs back and forth, treading water in the sweet liquid. Her skin tingled all over, a mixture of the frigid temperature, and the apparent alcohol content within the drink. The air was thick with the smell of cherries and vodka, and Sara began to feel lightheaded as she tried to catch her breath. A shadow loomed over the mouth of the cup, and Sara glanced up to see the source. Her heart sank as the smiling face of Jeanne filled her view. 

The liquid around her sloshed around, and Sara noticed the walls of the cup begin to tilt. She watched in horror as Jeanne's lips parted, the lower lip disappearing beneath the lip of the cup. A current began to tug at her body, and Sara screamed as she was pulled towards the dark cavern of Jeanne's mouth.

Jeanne tilted her head back slightly, and sipped on the punch Beth had brought her. She pursed her lips and sighed as she felt a tiny lump brush against her tongue, and began to swallow.

Waves of fizzy drink crashed around Sara as the current pulled her into the cavern of Jeanne's mouth. A bolt of pain shot through her arm as she thrashed against the tidal wave pulling her deeper, her elbow slamming into one of the ivory spikes lining the entrance of Jeanne's mouth. She coughed and screamed, her throat tingling from swallowing a mouthful of the sweet liquid swirling around her. Sara surfaced as the light leaking in between Jeanne's lips faded, trapping her in darkness.

Jeanne held her fingers to her throat, and swallowed. She could feel Sara's tiny feet tapping against the tip of her tongue, struggling to not be pulled down her gullet. A short giggle escaped her lips, and Jeanne pressed her index finger to her mouth as she felt the tiny girl scurry onto her lower lip. She pushed her finger into her mouth slowly, letting her plush lips pucker around the first knuckle. Jeanne pulled her finger back, removing it from her lips with a wet smack. She pushed her tongue against her cheek, pinning the squirming occupant in her mouth in a pool of saliva. 

Sara's screams were quickly silenced as the pink beast slammed into her, rubbing its slimy body up and down the length of her body. She grimaced as her skin was brushed by the bumpy muscle, sending shivers down her spine as she tried to wiggle free. Her efforts were only met with more licking, as Jeanne seemed determined to get every drop of the sugary flavor off Sara's tiny body.

Jeanne swished the tiny girl around in her mouth, then cupped her hand under her chin. She opened her lips and flicked her tongue forward, catapulting Sara into her waiting palm. Her eyes crossed slightly as she stared down the bridge of her nose, watching as a thin strand of spit dangled between the base of her lip and Sara.

"Hey, Beth!" Jeanne turned her gaze away from her palm for a moment, closing her hand around the spit soaked girl. "Think we could let her loose here, let someone else decide her fate?"

Beth grimaced, not too keen on the idea. "I'm not sure, Jeanne. If someone finds her, that could spell disaster for us."

Jeanne pouted, "Oh, c'mon Beth! Everyone here is way too drunk to believe she's real." She opened her hand slightly, allowing a flicker of rainbow lights into her palm. 

"Besides, someone might even get the idea that she's a toy."

Sara quivered as Jeanne's words fell on her ears. While it was bad enough she was in Jeanne and Beth's possession, the thought of some stranger violating her body further terrified her to her core. The grin creeping across Jeanne's expression sent shivers down her spine, and she whimpered as the fist closed around her again. Her ribs creaked in protest as the trunk-like fingers tightened around her, consuming every available space around her cramped body.

Jeanne lifted her hand up to her face, and whispered, "so long, you little bitch." She bent her knees, arching her body as if she were shooting hoops. With a cackling laugh, Jeanne thrust her arm into the air, releasing her grip on Sara at the apex of her throw. The tiny body disappeared amidst the lights and party fog, and Jeanne giggled as she downed the rest of her drink. Her attention quickly shifted from Sara, to the party surrounding her, and Jeanne began to dance her way to the table for another drink.

Sara screamed as she hurtled through the air. A myriad of lights danced around her as her body sailed over several partygoers' heads. Time seemed to slow as Sara began her descent. A couch laid directly in front of her, occupied by a single email partygoer. Sara's eyes widened as she closed in, her landing zone becoming crystal clear as the woman adjusted her shirt. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms above her head, taking a deep breath as she plunged into the woman's exposed cleavage.

The remnants of Jeanne's saliva on Sara's body seemed to aid her spelunking into the woman's bosom. Sara felt the walls around her jiggle and compress as the girl shifted on the couch. A deep pounding reverberated around her, the music muffled by the mountains of flesh piled around her. Sara moved her aching arms to her sides, her joints burning from the pain of her landing. She quickly realized that the cleavage holding her captive was quite humid, and droplets of sweat were already beginning to form on her skin as she shifted herself within the tight confines. She slowly tried to pull herself up, her bare hands struggling to grip the sweaty flesh holding her firmly in place.

After several minutes, Sara's head finally poked above the canyon of cleavage. The room had filled with fog while she was trapped, obscuring much of the room from Sara's view. She rested her open palms against the squishy flesh that hugged her entire body below her ribs, and slowly pushed upwards. Her body began to rise slowly, dragging against the yielding and moist skin of her unaware captor. Sara grunted and strained, her body exhausted from abuse. Finally, her hips breached the surface, and she sighed in relief. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair drenched in sweat and spit. Sara looked up, wondering if the woman would even notice her...

As if she could read Sara's mind, the woman stood up and adjusted her bra. Sara yelped as the pale globes bulged up on either side of her, swallowing her up to her neck. She grunted and squirmed, but the twin planets held her tightly secured between them. Her frustration started to boil over, and Sara let out a scream of anger as she continued to try and wriggle free.

A feminine figure emerged from the fog, and Sara stopped her struggling in a heartbeat. The curvaceous girl in front of her bounced on her tiptoes, her blonde hair tossing back and forth in her excitement. She clapped her hands and drunkenly exclaimed "Marci! Come try this!" Without skipping a beat, she reached out and grabbed the woman's hand, and pulled her into the colored clouds. Sara felt her body bobbing up and down in sync with the woman's breasts, fearful that she would sink lower with each step.

Thankfully, the woman stopped walking, and Sara watched as the girl leading her picked up a can. A metallic crack filled the air as the can was pried open, a beige foam bubbling along the aluminum rim. Sara whipped her head around as her view was suddenly blocked, a massive curtain rising in front of her face. The woman was lifting her shirt!

A group of people began to congregate around the two women. Several whistles and cheers erupted from the guys as the shirt was balled up and tossed towards the growing crowd. Sara could see Beth and Jeanne watching from a distance, and she swore she saw Jeanne wink at her. She grumbled, and punched against the soft hills of flesh that held her captive.

The crowd began to chant: "Chug! Chug! Chug!" The two girls looked around, then nodded to each other. Without a word, the blonde kneeled in front of her friend, bringing her face level with the firm breasts that Sara was trapped in.

Sara's eyes widened in horror as she began to piece together the scene that was unfolding. The woman snatched the beer can from her friend's hand, and lifted the metal rim to her lips. Sara twisted her body to the side, and craned her neck to watch the can, dreading what might come next. Her heart lurched in her throat as the woman pulled the can away from her mouth, then lowered it to her neck, and began to tilt the opening towards her collarbone.

A wave of hot, humid air washed over Sara. She twisted her head around, and shrieked as a pair of plump red lips approached. A thin smearing of lipstick trailed behind the bottom lip as it dragged along the supple flesh holding Sara hostage. She let out a final scream of terror before a torrent of icy liquid crashed into her back. The roar of carbonation surrounded Sara, and she felt something warm plow into her chest. The booze burned at her eyes and nose, and Sara blindly clawed in all directions in a desperate attempt to escape.

Marci continued to pour the beer down her chest, tilting her head back as she felt the frigid liquid run down her cleavage. She felt her friend's lips push against her sternum, followed by a frenzied licking to slurp up the alcohol dribbling down her breasts. A smile crossed her lips as she closed her eyes, relishing the sensations between her breasts as her friend went to town with her mouth.

Sara's lungs burned as she struggled to find a pocket of air. Her body was squished against the drenched boobs by a rabid tongue that seemed intent on drowning her in beer. She kicked and punched at the wild muscle, her mind a chaos of adrenaline and oxygen deprivation. Her eyes opened for a moment, just in time to see the ruby lips open wide, and wrap around her body. She gasped for air, then screamed as she felt a suction tugging her body deeper into the woman's maw. 

A wave of booze crashed over her, and Sara gasped for breath as she was tossed about in the sea of beer. She shrieked she passed under the uvula hanging above her, tears streaming down her face. Sara watched the glimpse of light disappear as the lips sealed her fate, and felt the beer flush away behind her. Her body was squeezed tightly as she was dragged deeper into a woman who was completely unaware of her existence.

With a final crushing squeeze, Sara was suddenly in free fall. Her short scream came to an abrupt end as she plopped into a pool of beer and digestive juices. She flailed about in the darkness, recoiling in disgust as something spongy brushed against her leg.

"Help! Please, let me out!" She screamed, terror coursing through her body as she became aware of the tingling sensation that was creeping across her skin. Her cries were met with a loud gurgle, and Sara cupped her hands over her ears in pain. The stomach lurched, and Sara reached for anything to grab onto. Her hands clung to a chunk of food as the contents of the woman's stomach began to churn furiously around her. A bubble of noxious gasses rose beneath her, popping in front of her face with a sickening wet "blurp". 

Suddenly, the whole stomach lurched, and Sara felt herself being pulled under the disgusting surface. The chunk of food began to fall apart in her hands, and Sara screamed as she began to sink deeper into the foaming lake. She took a deep breath as she was finally tugged under by the current of acidic juices, and prayed it wouldn't be her last.

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The woman pulled her head out from between her friend's impressive rack, and smiled broadly. The crowd around her clapped and cheered, thrilled at the girl's performance. She leaned closer to her friend, and planted a sloppy wet kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, Marci!" She giggled in her ear, her body buzzing with alcohol. As she turned back to the party, her eyes shot open, and she clamped her hand over her mouth as a guttural belch rumbled its way up her throat.

"Urrrrppp!"

Something wet hit her hand, and she scowled. A sour flavor painted her tongue, and she could feel something solid against her lips. Glancing around, she quickly trotted over to the couch, and rubbed her palm against the armrest. 

"Eww... that didn't stay down so well."

The girl shook her hand off, and turned away from the wet streak she had left. After a few moments, a small lump stirred, slowly inching away from the stain.