I wouldn’t say that I was in love with Christina – she was my father’s girlfriend’s daughter, after all. That would be kind of weird. I did want her attention, however, for different reasons. One of those reasons was that she was near my age. The other was the main reason – she had one of the biggest butts I’d ever seen. Her mom even called it a ‘Kim Kardashian butt’.

Each buttcheek was about the size of two basketballs, and I loved watching her walk and watching those buttcheeks bounce up and down. It turned me on more than I could explain.

When I first met her, she had gone out with my group of friends as we went out to eat and then went to a movie. The next morning, we went to NYC together with my two younger brothers, our father, his girlfriend and Christina’s younger sister.

Christina hung out with me half the time while also going around, taking pictures of the beautiful scenery the greatest city in the world had to offer. I got a photo of her standing in front of me as she took a photo of the 9/11 memorial next to One World Trade Center. The way her buttcheeks popped out in her denim jeans made me lick my lips.

At the end of the night, Christina and her sister had fallen asleep in their hotel room. I never got a chance to say goodbye to her – while she was awake, anyway. I still wanted to say goodbye to her in person. I went into their hotel room after their mom gave me the key card to their room and ran back inside.

I walked in quietly to see them both sleeping in the same bed. I lay on top of Christina and gave her the most half-ass hug I’d ever given anyone.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” I said. As I got up, she got up, too. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake yo-” she stopped me by wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a full hug.

“I had so much fun with you today. I don’t want you to go,” she said into my ear. “Come with me to Florida.” I laughed as I hugged her back. We continued to talk as we held each other.

“I wish I could,” I told her.

“You can, you know.” She let go of me and climbed out of bed. “Come with me.” I followed her into the bathroom. Once we were both in there, she closed the door behind her.

“Why are we in here?” I asked, kind of nervous but also kind of excited for what might have ben about to come.

“I can take you to Florida with me, and no one will ever know,” Christina told me.

“How? Stuff me in your suitcase?” I asked sarcastically.

“Well, I can stuff you somewhere, but not my suitcase.” I felt my penis getting hard now. Her saying she could stuff me ‘somewhere’ sounded kind of hot.

“I have the power to shrink people,” she told me. “I can shrink you and you can come with me to Florida.”

“How can you shrink someone? That’s impossible,” I said back.

“Trust me. I can. I just need to know if you want to come with me.” I swallowed. This sounded too good to be true. I wanted to go with her, of course. I also wanted to see where she could stuff me. But what about my life here in NJ? What would my father say when I didn’t come out of the hotel room?”

“Come on. I know how much you like my body. Just imagine. You could have it all for yourself if I shrunk you….imagine….being stuffed between my buttcheeks…” Christina’s voice was more and more seductive as she spoke. My boner was getting bigger now, too. It was pointing out of my shorts like a branch.

She noticed, too, because she grabbed it.

“See? You’re excited just at the thought of being between my buttcheeks,” she said, giggling as she swung my erect penis in cirlces. “So, is that a yes?” My mouth was dry from being so excited.

“I…would love that…so much,” I said. “But….can you please…do one thing for me?” I asked, gasping for breath at this point.

“You want me to take care of this?” she asked, still holding on to my penis. I could only nod at this point. She chuckled as she got on her knees and pulled my shorts and boxers down. My penis bobbed up and down as it came free.

“Just…rub it..slowly,” I said quietly. Christina then began stroking my penis back and forth slowly. I threw my head back and moaned. After a few moments, I told her to go a little faster. She began stroking just a little faster.

Eventually, I kept saying ‘faster’ until she was rubbing it so fast, the cum shot out of my penis like a hose. I had came on her face, which wasn’t my intention. I even apologized for it.

“It’s okay. I’m glad I could help,” she said, wiping her face and licking the cum off her hands. “Now, are you ready?” She stood up and pointed her hands at me so her fingers were pointing right at me. Slowly but surely, I began to shrink in front of Christina. I shrunk until she was towering over me.

She gave a ‘hehe’ laugh as she squatted down to pick me up. She lifted me up to her. Her giant face actually scared me at first. She had lifted me up to her mouth, where her teeth were as big as what I assumed the border walls over Mexico would be.

Christina chuckled again as she opened her mouth to show me the inside of it. I was afraid that she was actually going to eat me at first.

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on eating you. We wouldn’t be able to be together then,” she said. But it is time for you to go to your new home. Are you ready, my tiny boy?”

I couldn’t believe this was actually about to happen. Christina put me on the sink and turned her back to me. She grabbed at the sides of her jeans, shaking her bubble butt back and forth as she pulled them all the way off her. She was now wearing nothing but a red g-string thong.

She pulled that down just enough to reveal her Earth-sized bare buttcheeks to me. This was by far the best sight I’d ever seen in my life. I almost didn’t notice when she picked me up and brought me down to the line between those juicy cheeks.

“Welcome to your new home,” the giantess’ voice bellowed. She then used her free hand to open her buttcheek, revealing the dark hole that was her butthole. She held me on her index finger as she slowly pressed me inbetween her buttcheeks, trapping me between her monumentally large buttcheeks. When she released the buttcheek she had been holding on to, it slapped against the other, causing a big wave-like motion.

Her butt was so fat, the two cheeks slapping together made both of them jiggle profusely without her even having to make any moves.

“Welcome to your new home, babe,” she said. She then took her jeans, that she didn’t put back on, and left the bathroom.

The next morning, I heard the now giantess Peggy, my father’s girlfriend, make a remark about Christina sleeping in a g-string thong. Christina just told her mom that it was hot and that’s why she had slept half-naked.

I didn’t move a muscle in my new home. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to enjoy being smushed between the tons of fat that was the giantess’ big buttcheeks.

I loved everything about my new home, especially when Christina walked around. The buttcheek my face was facing kept rubbing up and down against my face as she walked. I may not have been in love with her the day before, but I definitely was now.

I remained in the same spot as Christina got on the plane. When she sat down, her buttcheeks spread apart, making it roomier inside my new home. That also caused me to slide down towards the exit.

I grabbed on to the g-string she was still wearing, but the way my body swung as I grabbed on placed me right under her buttcheek. As she sat in her seat on the plane, she also smushed me completely under the mound of fat.

She must’ve felt me, too, because she rubbed her butt against me as she sat like she was trying to get whatever was stuck to her butt off. It actually worked, too, because I wound up rolling back between her buttcheeks and was able to climb back towards her butthole, where she had shoved me last night.

There was still a big gaping hole between her giant buttcheeks as she sat, so I pushed myself up more towards her butthole, where there was so much fat, I would once again get lodged in one spot.

Eventually, Christina got up, and her buttcheeks closed up again. I was now more stuck inbetween them more than I had ever been before. She went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

Almost immediately after sitting, she blew such a big fart, it shot me out from inbetween her buttcheeks and into the toilet water like a meteor.

Luckily for me, she didn’t have to poop. She peed, then sat up and looked down at me in the toilet. She carefully plucked me out of the toilet and washed me out in the sink.

“What were you doing in there? I felt you under my buttcheek, then I felt you crawling back in my butt. You’re lucky I didn’t have to fart to relieve the itch you caused,” she said.

“I wish you had. I would’ve loved to have been farted on by you,” I said. We both laughed.

“So, how are you enjoying your time in there?” she asked.

“It’s a dream come true, honestly.”

“You want to go back in?”

“Yes, please.” She picked me up and stuck me back between her buttcheeks. She then gave me a little surprise.

“Oh, and by the way…” she clenched her buttcheeks before letting out a roaring fart that blew over me like a hurricane. “enjoy that, babe.” She waved her hand over her butt. She then pulled her pants and underwear back up and went back to her seat.

I endured – I mean enjoyed – the ride between Christina’s buttcheeks once the plane landed in Florida and she got up and began walking through the airport. Each buttcheek rubbed up against me, and I just allowed it the fat to rub across my face. Like I had told her, this whole ordeal was a dream come true.

When she sat in the car back to the house, her buttcheeks spread apart, and I once again slid slowly out from between my prison. Christina must’ve felt me, too, because she rubbed her butt against the seat like she was trying to scratch an inch in her butthole.

Once she finally got home, she told her mom she was going to take a nap. Although I liked being lodged between her bubble buttcheeks, I hoped she wasn’t going to sleep with me in here. Lucky for me, she took her pants off and then reached inbetween her large cheeks and picked me out. She then brought me up to her face.

“You made my butthole so itchy,” she said. She didn’t seem angry, but I wasn’t too sure, so I apologized.

“It’s okay,” she said. “My butt really hurts from all that sitting. You want to give me a massage?” she asked. I visioned myself panting like a dog when she asked that. She smiled at me, and then lay on the bed, her bare buttcheeks sitting up like the Twin Peaks. She then moved her arm behind her and placed me on her buttcheek.

It was like two giant bouncy houses. As I took steps across the giantess’ butt, the ground sunk below me. I started jumping up and down on her butt like I was on one of those bouncy castles kids have at their birthday party.

I heard Christina say “mhmm” as if she was laughing.

“I can feel your tiny footsteps,” she said as she just lay there and took it.

“Do you like it?” I asked. She nodded her head yes.

I was beginning to have fun massaging Christina’s butt, too. Not only was it hot to be jumping on a butt I had always admired, but it was fun acting like I was on a bouncy house. I jumped all over the giant buttcheek I was on until I felt like I had covered every spot on it.

It was then I saw I had a predicament. How was I to get to the other buttcheek? I was so tiny, jumping from one to another would be like Spongebob jumping from David Hasselhoff’s leg to the other. After standing there, staring into space another moment, I finally decided I was going to make the leap of faith.

I backed up a few steps, took a deep breath, then made a run for it. I don’t know if it was in my head or it actually happened, but I started a battle cry as I ran and went toward Christina’s butthole. What happened next was something out of Toy Story,

I thought I was going to make the jump from one buttcheek to the other successfully, but I didn’t even make it off my feet. I slipped on the edge and slid right inbetween the buttcheeks. Once again, I was stuck inside Christina’s huge butt.

She felt me, too, because I heard her laugh.

“You really love my butthole, don’t you?” she asked. She then used her butt muscles to clench her buttcheeks together, squishing me between the mounds of fat. A surprise came not long after as Christina farted. It wasn’t a big fart, but it was a fart nonetheless.

“Hope you enjoyed that,” she said. She then shook her butt back and forth, still giggling. She was giggling because she was having so much fun having a tiny man under her control.

I was having fun, too. I never thought I’d find myself in this situation, but I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t want it any other way.