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After an unfortunate mix-up, a curious roommate enters the fold, Chris is dragged along a night out with the girls. How will he fare in the back of somebody's pants who couldn't care less about his wellbeing? And more importantly, will he be able to ever regain his height without the help of his BFF's powers? Only time will tell...


Chapter Tags [Anal] [Aware] [Humilation] [Drunk] [Ladies Night!]

Chris, Part One

Your eyes flutter open—the soft fabric of the cloth bristles against your uncovered body. You yawn and stretch fair-skinned arms high above your head, still groggy from being held deep within the clutches of sleep. However, something feels off. The individual fibers of the fabric now tower above you when they had once been your equal. They frighten you with their respective size. If you had to estimate, you're probably no bigger than a cigarette butt right now. Had you shrunk in your sleep?


The revelation takes a back seat as you look over to the right, seeing your best friend lazily spread across the bed, still napping off that last excursion. Life's looking pretty sweet right now, waking up satisfied, refreshed, and reasonably close to a hot naked girl. Though, an odd thought crosses your mind, one that you hadn't considered until just now. Where has your phone gone? And your clothes, for that matter?


Whatever, you resign yourself to dealing with that later. It's not like you’re in any state to search for anything at the moment. And as for the shrinking problem? You'll mention it to Lex later. The rag makes you feel cozy, warm, and safe. You cuddle up deeper into it, just as you feel a gust of air from the door nearby.


Crrrrreeeeeaaaaakkkk


What was that? With fright, you nearly jump straight to your feet. The comfort the rag provides is ripped away. A knot forms deep within your stomach as the immense door that blocks off Alexis’s room from the rest of the house splits open, the gates of hell bearing down on you from what would be not even a foot away. Assuming you were full size, of course.


 A lightly tanned face with freshly straightened hair creeps through the crack in the door, its very presence an attack on your safety.


Heather. A short brunette, one that just so happened to be your BFF's roommate for the time being. She looks at a passed-out Alexis, a mix of disgust and confusion scoured across her face. She turns to scan the rest of the room, more than likely trying to find the source of the racket from earlier.


However, defeat settles across her face, Heather's eyes drooping and her face scrunching up in exasperation as she finds nothing credible. Doubting her reasoning for peeking inside, she starts to close the door. Although, just before it clicks shut, she takes one more glance at the nightstand. It's rather barren except for the cloth, some lotion, and of course, you. Her gaze settles directly on the textile, keeping you comfortable. She does a double-take, your makeshift bedding drawing her full attention, her eyes going wide as dinner plates.


Your veins turn to ice, and a feeling of dread swallows you whole. The colossal girl’s domineering gaze suddenly shifts towards you. She leans in, and you watch in unbearable suspense as the shadow of her hand quickly and mercilessly encompasses you.


You grip the fibers of the cloth and get lucky. Heather’s gigantic fingers grasp the material around you, squeezing the rag tightly, and very narrowly avoids pulping you into a bloody mess. From there, you are quickly whisked away at nauseating speeds as Heather casually strolls back to her room, your little body in tow.


She steps over all the bottles and laundry that litter the floor, almost like it’s second nature to her—carelessly tossing both you and the rag onto her bed. 


You do your best to put one foot in front of the other and stumble forward. The wind resistance alone threatened to deafen you, and as a result, your ears ring and throb in pain. But, you have no time to waste.


Heather's still on the other side of the room. However, the distant thuds startle you, threatening to put you right back on your ass. Even from across the room, her haphazard movements make you anxious. It gives you some valuable perspective on just how careful Alexis had been with you this entire time. Even if it didn’t seem like it, she'd been quite accommodating toward your stunted size.


Still a bit shaken from all the loud noises in the distance, you watch in absolute awe as the giant girl clears the entire room in just a few steps. Her feet crack hard and monstrously against the floor. In no time at all, her massive frame is upon you, her short-short clad ass bearing down.


POMP


Her ass hits the bed with an almost meteoric amount of impact. Heather’s toned and fairly athletic butt leaves a hefty imprint on the mattress. It's startling, thinking about how deadly this girl is. The tiniest shuffle in the wrong direction could absolutely decimate you, leaving no trace for Lexy to find once she got up from her nap.


The very idea of being splattered, Alexis searching hopelessly for a corpse she'd never find makes you want to puke. No way that would come true. You'll do anything in your power to stop it.


Unexpectedly, something far more terrifying than you could have ever predicted happens. Heather first swings her heavy chest out of the way. You see her bust stretch the fabric of her shirt, her chest putting the strands of her garb through its paces. It strains against the material as she bends down, her face coming level with yours as a humongous eye is suddenly staring right into yours.

Chris, Part Two

"Um, wow. This is all so… wild." You'd only just finished explaining the situation as Heather held you up to her ear. The spoiled brat couldn't even hold you up straight, wobbling and nearly dropping you three separate times now.


"I can't believe that prissy bitch was hiding you from me!" She brings a freshly painted fingernail over and reels it back. You can see all the details of the hot pink-coated keratin. Each and every imperfection is evident to your greatly diminished eyes, making you genuinely reflect on just how tiny you are. The scent of booze lingers across her breath, making you recoil. You flinch, covering your hands in front of your face as she lightly flicks you down, sending you crashing down onto the hard surface of the nightstand, pain throbbing outward from the impact point on your stomach.


She giggles at your reaction, watching with glee as you breathe through clenched teeth. In Heather's eyes, knowing you have a bit of resistance seemingly meant free reign to fuck with you.


"You know, I always thought you were cute. But you always hang out with lame Lexy. So sad!" She looks at you knowingly, fake confidence from the alcohol clouding her perception of the situation.


"I bet you think I'm cute too!" She makes the assumption, not even bothering to hold you up to her ear for a proper response. You can't help but snort at such a bold claim. However, it's true. She's undeniably attractive. But her attitude totally killed any possible interest in her romantically long ago. Though, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't rubbed out a few to her Instagram feed. God, she just looked so good in those shots she took over in Italy.


On a dime, her expression changes entirely, Heather's eyebrows flying up as a eureka moment hits her.


"You should come dancing with me! Becky and I are going to go get trashed! You know Becky, I think?"


Every single bone in your body screams at you to get away, to run as far as you possibly can. But you know that there's nowhere to go from here. Heather’s clothes catch your eye now, and you realize she's already dressed up for the club. Skater skirt, make-up freshly applied. You knew exactly what to look for, having seen Lexy get ready countless times by now. Fuck, she wasn't just trying to screw with you, was she?


"Zero clue where to put you, though…." Heather says, thinking out loud, treating your life as an annoyance that needs to be solved. You find it so heartbreakingly degrading. 


"Purse sounds… I dunno, boring? And as much as I would love to have my own boy toy in my thong all night, what if I get sweaty and gross?" 


You shake your head, almost in disbelief. If only she knew what you'd been through today. The irony might have made you laugh if the situation wasn't so serious.


"You know what? You'll be pampering my butt tonight! It’s a risk I'm willing to take! Play your cards right, and maybe you'll get something extra later." She says with a flirtatious wink.


Fear edges the brief further up your face as the situation goes from almost comical to horrifying. No way, this couldn't be happening! You know leaving this house means the possibility of never making it back to regular size. Against all odds, you're hoping any second now your bestie will burst through the door and save the day! But, it's wishful thinking.


Vrrrrrrr


The phone she left beside you vibrates with a disgusting amount of power. The very ringing rattles you to the bones, forcing your teeth into a violent chatter. She grabs for it without a second thought, blowing your mind to see what might as well be a building, moved without the slightest bit of effort. 


"That's Becky! Okay, my little crumb! Ready or not!" Her hand swoops in without any further delays, grabbing your frail cowering body between her index and thumb. Humming a song you can't seem to place, she brings you around back. Unceremoniously, she lifts up her dress and peels back the green thong, letting it practically floss the area between her cheeks. With her undergarments sufficiently aired out, she drops you feet first, right into the jaws of hell. Hurtling through the air, you scream louder than you ever have before, a part of you sure that this is the end of the line.


However, the end wouldn't be coming for you yet. Instead of splatting into a sticky mess, you find yourself bouncing on the very back of the thong's elastic. Soon, you're sent on something akin to a water slide, the silky fabric providing an immensely slippery surface for your greatly diminished body.


Your heart's about ready to beat out of your chest. Disoriented, you feel a familiar musk reach your nose, the atmosphere musty and stale. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on. You find yourself starting at the second asshole today, puckered tightly shut, denying any entry, or exit for that matter.


God, you're so lucky both these girls had basic hygiene. The whole area is well-kempt but ever so slightly stubby. Short yet sharp hair sticking out around the butthole itself.


Then, things go from bad to worse. The fabric you slid in on rises upward like a wave, coming at you with a tidal wave of force. It smacks into you with an absurd amount of energy, keeping you pinned tight to Heather's asshole as her thong carves out a place between her wonderfully delicious globes.


It takes you a bit to recover, however gradually, the tension on the oppressive garment loosens, albeit only slightly. But you'll take what you can get. Now able to shift your body around, you can't help but enjoy the feeling of the rubbery ridges against your cheek. Despite the intense sexual escapade you had earlier, your shaft still manages to grow hard. Hell, how many times had you envisioned eating out this spoiled bitches ass? And now, you're in the perfect position to do so.


You aren't entirely sure whether Heather intended to put you in the situation or if it was simply an unfortunate side effect of wearing a thong. Still, regardless of the circumstances, you can't help but feel like a fight for your very survival has already begun.

Heather, Part One

You adjust your bra, resisting the urge to reach a finger down the back of your pants. The stimulation felt nice at first, and it still does. Although it seems like playing around with your newest fuck toy had triggered a bout of fierce tickling. Part of you wants nothing more than to reach in and itch away. However, something tells you that wouldn't end well for the tiny cutie nestled tightly between your cheeks.


You're tempted to roll the window down, it's hot as shit in here, but of course, Becky's AC is broke again. Typical.


And naturally, Becky is listening to some trashy Korean shit, but you hold your tongue. You really don't feel like starting something tonight. But, ugh! It's so insufferable! Luckily, the two of you are almost there. A very welcome thought.


"Soooo?" Becky inquires rather obnoxiously. You simply egg her forward with a silent stare.


"Arin! Are you two, like, you know?" Becky's comment takes you completely off guard. You and Arin? Please!


"As if. Not in a million years would you catch me hooking up with that ford driving loser." Without even trying, you find disdain has already leaked into your voice.


"Damn Heather, tell me how you really feel!" Both of you share a laugh at Arin's expense, pulling up to the club just at the right time. Becky parks and the two of you check makeup almost in unison, making sure to get one last look before the three of you head inside together.


As you walk up to the line waiting out front, you can't help but feel unbridled confidence in each step you take. Having a boy up against your very butthole is so empowering! Part of your buzzed mind wonders if lame Lexy is already looking for him. She and Chris are practically two annoying peas in a pod. It's doubtful she wouldn't be tearing the place apart already.


She could have her little boy toy back after you finish with his tiny ass. Or, more accurately, when he's finished with yours. Ultimately, you don't really care.

Chris, Part Three

The arrogance in Heather's walk keeps you slathered between the cheeks, unable to do anything more than pathetically clinging to the rubbery wrinkled star. The object in question flexes and moves, the opening flushing with waves of heat from deep inside her body.


She isn't quite as cleanly shaven as Alexis was, something you'd already noted earlier. Several scattered hairs poke and prod at your body as Heather moves, each step forcing mountains of tight-toned ass against your tiny frame.


Though, as fucked as the situation is, part of you is tempted to indulge a little. Clearly, the bratty daddy's girl wanted you to treat her right, pamper her. Maybe it would help you get into her good graces. Plus, you'd be denying yourself a shot at what you may never get a chance to do again.


With an air of caution, you lean in towards her butthole, placing your hands across it. Your efforts are rewarded with a flurry of movement, telling you it had the desired effect. Gaining all the confirmation necessary, you put your back into it, licking at her pucker with all the enthusiasm you can muster.


 Admittedly, part of you loves the predicament. Heather may be a snobby brat, but she's hot as sin, and not to mention worlds out of your league. Besides, it's isn't like you have much else to do anyway. Might as well make the most out of the situation, you figure.


As the night droned on, Heather's body gets complacent. Gradually the shivers and chills lessen in response to your touch. Her pants start becoming humid and muggy as sweat and heat accumulate, the intensely oppressive atmosphere wearing you out quickly. Soon, you struggle to tend towards the beautiful hole in front of you, exhaustion starting to sink its hooks into you.


Around this time, you start to consider indulging yourself, if only a little. A reward to yourself for a job well done so far. Light floods inside almost on cue, and a hand clumsily drags you face to face with the incessantly obnoxious party girl. Her face looks off-kilter, her makeup clearly overdue for another application.


"Daaaaaang boy, I loooove what you're *hic* doing back there!" She says, cooing at your tiny form, juggling it around dizzyingly in her hand. Fear courses through you as you realize just how far gone she is. The odds of a fatal mishap rising with each drink emptied down her gullet. Taking a gamble, you decide to speak up for the first time tonight.


"Hey, Heath, why don't we head back home? I can help you out in a few ways, if you get me!" Music from the club buzzes in the background, dulled only marginally by the bathroom walls.


Heather snorts in response, covering her mouth with her free hand as she giggles like a girl half her age. "Oh my God, you look sooooo funny when you try to talk! I'm heading to dance, just like, keep doing your thing, my *hic* butt crumb!" The wasted party girl reaches behind and shoves you back between her cheeks, with perhaps too much force. She gasps, feeling your body smear against her now sufficiently sweaty wrinkles. Disgusted, you start to hack, but to your horror, the finger doesn't relent.


Heather bites a lip and slowly works you inside, engulfing you inside her ass. You'd always been a reasonably big fan of ass, but this is too much! You're going to suffocate inside this snobby bitches ass! You try desperately to pull in clean oxygen but instead suck in copious amounts of fetid air.


You thrash around in a panic, only exciting her further. "Yesssss! Fuck, keep doing that!" She nearly screams out, the dizzying amount of booze making her lose any semblance of volume control.


Everything shakes violently as Heather assumedly picks herself up and heads back out to the dance floor, leaving you to suffocate in darkness right behind her closed pucker. Your squirming within the confined space does nothing but make her already heated face further flushed with arousal as she gets down, dancing the night away with friends.

Heather, Part Two

One drink turns into two, and then three drinks into four. The entire night starts the blur, the edges of your vision narrowing to a pinpoint focus. You own the club for the next few hours, grinding and lusting over every hot guy willing to buy you a tasty drink.  For a good while, you even lose track of Becky. However, being the good friend she is, the similarly aged diva shows up to herd you towards a booth, getting your body some much-needed water.


As the booze finally starts to leave your bloodstream, the two of you consider heading out, but not before one final dance, of course! You can’t help but focus on the small struggles still going off in your butt the entire time. They’d slowed significantly, yet still, he had the energy to make you feel like a total princess!


You’d had a fair share of hookups and boyfriends try and get you into anal, with little success. You’ve always found it okay under the right circumstances, but this is so much different. Chris had been practically worshiping it all night! From your nightlife experience, guys get caught up on your tits or even the general shape of your ass. But the actual butthole? No way. Not until now, anyway. It's such an unrivaled rush! One you couldn’t begin to describe, even to your closest friends.


Eventually, you find yourself too drunk to continue. With the night winding down, Becky helps you back to the car, dealing with your drunken ass using a surprising amount of restraint. You'd have to crash at her place tonight.

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