“I’ll just be a few minutes, promise,” Cass says as he sets me
down on the wooden post. We’ve been enjoying a hike in the forest trails
connected to the local park. Well, Cass was hiking. I alternated between riding
on his shoulder or in his hand.
It was my first real outing since shrinking out of the blue
a month back during a party at his place. Cass was remarkably chill about it
when I crept out from my hiding place under his couch the next morning, and he
offered to let me crash with him while I waited to grow back. He worked
freelance from home, so it was only as minor inconvenience to keep an eye on me
while he did. Still, I tried to stay out of his way and he respected my privacy
as much as he could. After a few days with no change, I started to worry. After
a week, I resigned myself to the idea that this was my life now. I didn’t take
it well. Shut myself up in the little box “room” Cass cleared out on his
dresser for a while, and refused to leave for the longest time. But eventually
I got stir crazy. I needed sun and fresh air, but I was terrified to run into giant
strangers. Cass suggested a trip to the park, on a weekday when it would be empty.
I said okay.
The trails that branch off of the main park are basically untouched.
No benches, no structures, save for the scarce trail markers. It makes for a
beautiful view, especially on a day like today when the park is dead quiet. The
trade-off was if nature called, the nearest bathroom was a whole ass hike back
to the park proper.
So when it did call for Cass, he started to squirm. He
didn’t want to set me down in the damp dirt, which I appreciated, but he also didn’t
want to reverse our course early. And he definitely didn’t want to bring me
along and subject me to his business. We’d gotten closer since I shrank, but
not that close. Just up ahead, a pair of posts marked a branch in the trail. We
figured it was the best option and he deposited me on top of one, pointing over
his shoulder. “There’s a thicket just out there a ways. Just want to make sure
I’m out of sight in case, you know? Five, ten minutes tops.”
I wasn’t thrilled about waiting alone in the wilderness, but
what was a few minutes? So I shrugged and watched him tromp off into the woods.
I was surprised at how quickly the sound of his steps faded away. The brush and
the canopy really dampened the sound. I sat cross-legged on the manmade stump
and waited impatiently for a minute, then two. And then I froze when a massive,
pink shape crested the tree line headed straight in my direction.
Judy was a serious power walker. On her fortieth birthday,
she had vowed to get and stay active, and by god, these past years, she’d stuck
to it. Every day, for at least an hour.
She’d always been, as one of her gal pals put it,
pear-shaped. It was a kind way to say she had a great big, honking caboose. She
knew it. But her new regimen had taken that raw dough and tightened things up.
Well, that and her newfound love of all things spandex. When she poured herself
into the skin-tight compression shorts and started to walk, she turned every
head she passed. And sure, her big old butt had a tendency to start chewing up
any pair of shorts immediately, but she was sure that was just a matter of
finding the right pair worthy of her derriere.
And heck, she thought, let em look. The extra attention only
added to her newfound confidence. “I’m a milf now,” she’d told the gals, and they
shrieked and giggled and told her she was so bad.
Today’s shorts were not the right pair. They had looked
fabulous in the mirror. Bright pink lycra, with white lettering that was only a
little distorted by the hump of her rump. They even maintained their shape when
she took a test lap around the room. She’d found a new visor and the cutest track
jacket to match. She tied her blonde hair up in a high pony, and she was ready
to rock the look at the park. But the moment she hit her stride and started to
sweat, she felt the seam digging in, and a few steps later, they were wedged up
her butt just like every pair before them. Judy was disappointed, but not
disheartened. The park was nearly empty today, but she supposed anyone who
crossed her path was in for a treat. Undeterred, she raised her arms, swayed
her hips and carried on.
Ordinarily, Judy stuck to the paved footpaths in the park,
but today she was feeling adventurous, and she decided to take a hike through
the woods. The woods trails were softer, but there was a lot more incline, which
she quickly found put even more stress on her ailing shorts. Uphill, every step
ground the poor fabric even deeper between her cheeks and before she knew it, she
felt the cool air on enough of herself that even she felt immodest. She dug her
fingers in after them to rescue the shorts, prying them loose and stretching
the slick fabric back to its intended form. But after a few seconds of walking,
they slipped right back in. She repeated this process several times. Even after
the trail evened out, there was no stopping her booty from turning them into
floss.
She was flustered, and on top of it, she was tired from the
uneven terrain of the trail. She needed a break. But there were no benches on
the trail, and especially with the ill-fitting shorts, she wasn’t about to sit
on the filthy forest floor. Out ahead of her, she spotted a pair of wooden
posts and sighed. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
I froze as I saw the giant woman striding toward me, decked
from head to… well, maybe thigh, in all pink everything. Even without the neon
garb, she cast an unmissable silhouette. Her wide hips swung with each step, so
much so that I could see the edge of what she was packing behind peek out with
each footfall. Her thighs, while clearly toned, still had a slight jiggle to
them, emphasized all the more by the sheer amount being shown off by her shorts,
if indeed they could still be called shorts, which were pulled to the limit against
her. As she got closer, even from the front, the strained pink fabric told a
story of what was happening behind.
Her movement was hypnotic. A prodigious pink pendulum
swaying toward me, panting in time as she came within earshot. I hated to gawk,
but I admit, part of me couldn’t wait to see the other side of things when she
passed the posts and carried on.
I hunched down as low as I could to avoid notice. I couldn’t
tell where she was looking with the dark sunglasses under her visor, but she
was moving with purpose. With every moment, she grew larger, and I had to reevaluate
the scale of the first person I’d gotten a good look at at this size that
wasn’t Cass. Sitting on the post, I was maybe level with her thighs, which
meant as she started to pass me, I saw everything in ludicrous detail. Every
drop of sweat the size of my head, every little straining shift of her shorts,
individual threads pulled taut as they struggled to maintain their grip on her
hips. I watched in awe as her thigh came within a stride of me and turned to
give me the full tour of her hip, then kept turning and presented an ass the
likes of which I could scarcely dream of.
Hovering just above me, I physically couldn’t take in the
full curvature of her cheeks. Each one was several times wider than the post I
was currently resting on. They bulged out, mocking the mortal restraints of her
shorts, subtly jiggling with her every minute motion. Every gentle shift in her
stance sent a rippling wave through them, subtle to a full-size human, but like
a tsunami rolling in at my size and position. The deep, dark void between those
cheeks loomed, and I couldn’t see even a trace of the pink spandex within it.
She took a half-step back toward me, and I gazed up at the
shelf of booty flesh that eclipsed my little wooden world. Her shadow closed in
around me as she effortlessly shrouded it. A bead of sweat dripped down and
splashed onto my face. The sheer force of the inconsequential liquid knocked me
flat. I coughed and gagged as the salty ass sweat burst and instantly permeated
my body. My mouth was thankfully closed, but my nostrils weren’t spared the
sharp scent of the labors of her hike. Hauling all this along the forest trail
must be a hell of a workout, I’m sure she needed…a break…
It occurred to me then that there was a reason she was
currently hovering her hefty hindquarters above me, granting me the momentary
blessing to observe her planetary ass halves. There was a reason she’d taken a step closer. A
reason why she had stopped walking in the first place.
After her brief pause, time resumed, and she started to drop
toward me. Her cheeks parted and to my horror came down on either side of the
post. In the final moment before everything went dark, I finally caught the
briefest flash of pink, “Wai-!”
“Oh!” Judy was already flushed from her exercise or her face
might have turned scarlet when the post slipped right between her cheeks and
knocked on her back door. Either she’d overestimated its ability to catch her
or underestimated just how slick and welcoming her butt had become. She shifted
tenderly, biting her lip as she felt its surface pressing against her delicate
hole, the smooth fabric of her shorts providing the perfect buffer to make the
experience almost pleasant.
She sighed contently, leaning her full weight onto the post
and shifting from one leg to the other to give each one a bit of a break. Just
a few minutes, then she’d be right back to it. Yes sir.
To say I was flat would be an understatement. Hydraulicly
compressed might begin to approach it. Pinned to the post by the depths of her
ass, I couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. The only sensations I was
cognizant of were the post beneath me, the planet of spandex pressing down on me
and the overpoweringly pungent cocktail of her great, heaving glutes.
If every movement seemed like a tsunami from the outside, it
was an earthquake underneath. Even the slightest shift ground me up amongst the
folds of her shorts until I couldn’t feel the post anymore. The slick fabric
wrapped around me, claiming me as its own. And the worst part was that it was
almost relieving to be free of the harsh wood of the post. I’d be grateful if it
didn’t mean becoming encased in a sweat-soaked lycra hell.
Time ground to a halt. For all I knew, she’d been sitting on
me for an hour. Where was Cass? He must have finished by now and come back to
find this colossal woman where I used to be. Or had it not been that long at
all? With nothing to breathe but her rank stench, being boiled in sweat in the
oven between her buns, I was increasingly light-headed. If this went on any
longer, I might pass out altogether.
After three minutes, Judy sighed and hopped up to her feet,
wincing at the wet schlop the post made as it popped free from her greedy rear.
She turned to investigate the damage. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The
post was intact and no worse for wear, though it was absolutely drenched in her
sweat. Looking around to check that no one was coming, she leaned in and gave
it a little sniff. Instantly, she recoiled, shocked at how potent just the
aftermath of her sweaty booty was.
What a trooper, she thought. I wouldn’t want to be under me.
Although, Helen had told her some folks were into that these days. She wondered
what some horny young thing would give her to use their face as a chair and set
herself on a wicked giggling fit as she stepped back onto the trail and carried
on her way.
After an eternity beneath her, I felt the pink planets begin
to rise. But to my woeful realization, I was carried right along with them. A
gust of fresh air blew between her cheeks as she pried herself off the post,
and I managed two deep breaths before they clapped back together, sealing me in
once more.
Thankfully, without the post at my back, the pressure was
nominally lighter. But the heat radiated from all sides now, and I couldn’t
imagine what it would be like when she started to walk. I didn’t have to
imagine for long.
The instant she took a step, I was ground between her buns.
As her leg lurched, the corresponding cheek grated along its twin. Caught
between them, I was simultaneously slid, smothered, and smeared into the
spandex. And the moment it stopped, the other one took its place. Despite the
damp fabric clinging to every inch of me, her shorts wound up being my one
saving grace, the one thing stopping me from being folded in half and ground
even deeper like so much lint. Instead, I was steadily swallowed by the wadded
up shorts, becoming the core of her butt floss. I couldn’t move an inch, and
any chance of her noticing something out of the ordinary disappeared. My fate
was sealed the instant they folded in around me.
When Cass got back to the post, he froze. I was gone, and by
the time he reached it, the sweat had dried enough that the only clue Judy had
left was practically gone.
Shit, he thought. Ten minutes, I was gone ten minutes. There
shouldn’t be any birds big enough to be a threat here. He stared down both ends
of the trail and caught just a glimpse of the pink woman walking away, and
broke out in a sprint after her. “Miss! Hey, miss!”
Judy was flustered. These shorts were proving to be her most
unruly pair yet, and after they showed so much promise, too. She hoped taking a
moment to relax would let her booty dry just a little and slow their encroachment,
but if anything they seemed even more eager after the wooden post taught them
just how deep they could go.
Focusing her efforts on ignoring the sensation of chewing
them up between her cheeks and maintaining her form, she didn’t hear the young
man coming until he was right on top of her. Absentmindedly, she wondered how
long she’d been putting on a show for him as she spun on her heel. But when she
looked in his eyes, it wasn’t the lusty, flustered gaze she expected, but an
expression of growing concern. “Oh my. What’s got you in such a tizzy, hon?”
Out of breath, Cass took a moment to compose himself and did
everything in his power not to think about the entirety of this woman’s Junoesque
rump that he’d been unable to avoid taking in as he chased her. Even as panicked
as he was, with the faint hint of it peaking around her hips, it commanded
attention. A lesser man might lose track of his goal entirely, but he steeled
himself. “Okay. This is going to sound a little mad, but please bear with me. I
have a friend who…well, shrunk to just a few inches tall. We were hiking. I
stepped away for just a minute to…well, nature called, you see. I left’m on one
of the trail posts back there and when I came back, there…there was nothing!
So, I guess, you just walked by, probably. Did you happen to see a tiny person?”
Judy listened intently to the cute young man’s frankly ridiculous
story, but something clicked in her mind when he mentioned the trail post. The
post where she was just…no, couldn’t be. She’d have noticed a tiny person
sharing her roost. There was no way even her generous caboose could eat up a
whole person without her noticing…right?
Swallowing and wiping the sweat from her brow, Judy looked
him in the eye and shook her head. “Sorry, hon. You’re the first person I’ve
laid eyes on today, tiny or otherwise. Do you have a number? I could let you
know if I find anything.”
“Yes! Yes, thank you. That would be wonderful.” Cass pulled
out his phone and exchanged numbers with the woman so he would know it was her.
Compressed beyond belief in the oblivious cougar’s crack, I
was surprised to hear the conversation so clearly. I was saved! Cass got back
in time to spot my unknowing captress and reclaim me, or so I thought. He laid
out everything she would need to figure it out, but the ditz hadn’t put it
together, and he just took it at face value. “Cass! Hey! Help, I’m down here! I’m
in her ass!”
But it fell on deaf ears. Helplessly, I heard them exchange
numbers, then the soft steps of Cass walking away, presumably to investigate
the trailhead again.
Judy diligently turned and continued on her walk, concluding
my brief respite and battering me once more with every step, but it seemed…different
somehow. The motion of jiggling walls surrounding me felt almost calculated. Holding
back, as much as a force of nature like this could be restrained, like she was
trying to detect anything out of the ordinary. Eventually, she stopped again,
and a thin ray of light invaded my prison, followed by manicured pink
fingernails. They mashed against the wadded pink mass. Her thumb methodically
ran up and down its slick, sweaty surface, slowly scanning it row by row until
the thumbprint settled directly on top of me.
Judy gasped as the realization set in. Cass, whose name she’d
just learned, wasn’t telling an over-the-top fib to find an excuse to talk to
her. He’d honestly left his tiny friend on that post, and she’d sat down and
sent them straight up into the forbidden wonderland that was her juicy booty. She
started to giggle uncontrollably.
She knew it was me, she must have or she wouldn’t have stopped
for so long. So why was she just…laughing? Why wasn’t she helping? Her thumb
drove into me, flattening me and rubbing me against the shorts like an unwanted
stain. She pinched the fabric, working my body into oblivion until by some
miracle I actually started to peel loose. Victoriously, she pried me free from
her cheeks and lifted me up to her face, still giggling all the while.
“Well, hello there, my little stowaway.” I wanted to scream,
but all I could do was pant and wheeze and catch my breath in the open air.
“You must be more durable than your friend thinks if you’re
still doing okay after all that. Still kicking after taking a such a licking.
Or giving one, maybe?” She cackled as I managed to steady myself, but before I
could get a word in, she continued. “We need to get you back to your buddy. And
we will…buuut, I think you can help me out with a little problem I’m having
first.”
Awestruck at the gumption of this woman, I just stared,
slackjawed. “As you’re well aware, these shorts of mine are riding up something
fierce today. So here’s the deal. I’m gonna drop you inside, and you’re
gonna keep them where they’re meant to be. If you can do that until I finish, I’ll
call your hot little friend right up and get you home in a jiffy. But if you
can’t…well, you’re coming home with me for a week, and I’ll explain how you snuck
yourself right up my butt, got more than you bargained for, and spent the week in
my hamper marinating under my unmentionables for your trouble. Sound fun?”
“Wha- no, you can’t be serious! Call him now!”
“I see those little lips flappin’, but I can’t hear a word,
hon. Sounds like game on to me!”
Her lips spread wide and she brought me toward them, dropping
me on her bottom lip. The top one clamped down on top of me, smothering me in a
strange, damp kiss as her hands set to work prying free her shorts. When she
was content that they’d returned to form, she sucked me into her mouth, swished
me around for good measure, then slowly let me dribble out onto her palm and carried
me around to take a look at their true form. “What do you think? Up to the job?”
From this angle, the shorts were…well, not modest. But they
more closely resembled an outer layer of clothing than the borderline underwear
I knew them as. But a chill ran down my spine when I read the white block print
stretched across the hungry twin pink moons:
MANEATER
Her other hand pried open the lip of the shorts and she
dangled me above the abyss. Her actual thong, a little leopard-spotted affair, cried
for help, but I was in no position to offer it. Her palm drove down into the
darkness and wedged me just barely between her cheeks, as close to the center
as she could estimate. Before me, the outstretched wall of spandex creaked
ominously. “Good luck, hon~”
It snapped shut, and I was sealed in darkness again, this
time with no buffer between us as the shorts slapped against me, a fresh wave
of sweat splashing me for emphasis.
I shook it out of my eyes and grit my teeth. It was all
riding on this. I anchored my feet against either cheek, braced my elbows above
them, and leaned my entire upper body against it, prepared for the fight of my
life.
Judy took one step, and they instantly shot between her
cheeks, smearing me between them and the puny leopard-print lace. Her greedy
asshole rushed up to greet me from opposite the milfy lingerie.
Far above, Judy clucked her tongue. “Aw shucks, and I was
rooting for you! Guess it’s back to my place, hon. Don’t worry, you’ll have more
chances~”
Without a shred of mercy, she returned to her hike, every
step molding my minuscule form into the thong as I clung to it to stave off a
deeper, darker fate. She didn’t relent for one step. After all, despite this distraction,
she was committed to her workout routine. A routine I was destined to become
intimately familiar with.
“Just wait till the gals
get a load of you…”