Darci fidgeted in her seat, the class seeming to drag on for hours. An elderly woman droned on in front of her and the other students, her dark plaid skirt and baby blue blouse lumbering back and forth as she waddled to the blackboard. Darci’s foot clenched absentmindedly in her shoe, her mind wandering down her leg to her toy. Mondays were always slow, but at least she had something to keep her occupied while the teacher babbled something about how to conjugate verbs.

Melissa gasped as her lungs were squeezed like grapes in a wine press. The sour odor of Darci’s feet permeated the air, and her skin was damp with sweat from the monstrous toes pressed firmly against her chest. She grunted as the pad of the biggest toe closed in, turning her head sideways so that her face wasn’t smashed against the bottom of the giant digit.

Three days as Darci’s plaything hadn’t broken Melissa’s spirit. Hours of being stepped on, or tucked in her smelly armpit, or even wedged up Darci’s teenage ass had shaken her, but she refused to lose give in. As another droplet of sweat dribbled down her bare chest, Melissa pondered how long it would be before she could escape, or find someone willing to help.

Just as Darci began to nod off, the room filled with shrill chimes as the bell rang. Her eyes popped open, and she planted her feet down and quickly shuffled out into the hall. Her left foot tickled as it slapped against the floor, her little pet’s face squished into the underside of her toes. She trotted into the locker room, and placed her backpack into the metal cabinet, a sticker with her name plastered across the top of the cabinet door. She grabbed a clump of clothes striped with the school colors, and sat down on an empty bench as other girls started to file into the locker room.

Melissa felt the foot above her start to retreat, and could see a few trickles of light pouring into the mouth of the warm shoe. She breathed a sigh of relief, the weight removed from her chest for a moment. Before she could even begin to relax, however, a familiar band of fingers reached into the smelly cave, and pinched at her legs.

“Oh, come on,” Melissa grumbled as she was dragged across the fuzzy insole. She dangled helplessly in the air, upside down in front of Darci’s smiling face.

“Ready for some fun, shorty?” the screechy voice cackled, to which Melissa rolled her eyes. Darci’s smile faded, annoyed that her little pet hadn’t been broken in yet. “Okay, maybe it won/t be fun for you, but I’m gonna enjoy it.” Her fist closed around Melissa, and she raised her head up, glancing around the locker.

“Hey Samantha!” Darci hollered. “You got P.E. this period? I got a little something for you.”

Melissa’s head poked out from the underside of Darci’s fist. A chubby blonde girl walked over to Darci, dressed in a bright pink shirt and matching panties. A pair of black leggings were draped over her forearm as sat down next to Darci.

“Yeah, I have yoga today, why?”

Darci opened her hand, revealing the small woman in her palm. Samantha covered her mouth and squealed, “I thought you broke her!”

“I did,” Darci said nonchalantly, as if losing her previous pet was akin to misplacing a book. “Mom got me a new one though, but she’s pretty stubborn. Wanna help?”

A pair of dimples appears on Samantha’s round cheeks as her lips burst into a smile. “What did you have in mind?”

Darci poked at the pink fabric around Samantha’s wide hips. “Think you could put her in your butt for a bit? You’ve got more back there, maybe you can break her in for me.”

Samantha clapped her hands together, her bubbly rear bouncing on the bench as she giggled. “It’d be my pleasure, my parents haven’t let me get one yet and I love messing with them!”

Melissa squirmed as Darci’s fingers wrapped back around her, and passed her over to Samantha. Being handed to someone else who seemed to share the same cruel streak wasn’t something she had in mind when trying to plan her escape. She watched as the thick fingers of Darci’s friend closed around her. The new palm holding her was clammy with sweat, and Melissa could smell a faint scent of vanilla lotion on the chubby girl’s skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” Samantha said as her meaty fist wrapped around the shrunken woman. She stood up and quickly walked back to her locker. Reaching behind her with both hands, she peeled back her panties and held the tiny girl above the crevice of her ass.

Melissa couldn’t see until the fist around her opened, revealing an expanse of pink cotton leading to the thick, pale cheeks of Samantha’s ass. The fabric rippled as it tucked into the valley of her crack, disappearing from view as it was scrunched between the meaty cheeks. She squirmed in Samantha’s grip, her arms pinned to her sides by the thick fingers coiled around her.

A wicked grin spread across Darci’s face as she watched her friend shove poor Melissa into the sweaty canyon of her ass crack. Her head rolled back as she cackled at the spectacle, pointing one finger at Samantha while covering her mouth with her other hand.

Samantha smirked as she felt the lump in her butt wiggle around, obviously unhappy with its current location. She jiggled her cheeks from side to side, the thick buns smacking back and forth against each other. As her hips swayed from side to side, she pulled a pair of neon pink leggings and top out of her locker, and slammed the metal cabinet shut.

“Sam, c’mere!” Darci hollered over the growing commotion of teenage girls milling about the room. “I wanna try something!”

Samantha finished slipping her shirt over her head, her golden hair swishing around her face as she shimmied into the tight fitting garment. She strode back over to Darci, her leggings tucked under her arm. The motion of her legs moving as she walked ground her butt cheeks together, and she giggled as she came to a halt in front of Darci.

“What’s so funny?” Darci’s quizzical expression made Samantha snicker, then spin on her heels to point her butt at Darci.

“She tickles, that’s what!” She snorted, shaking her tush in front of Darci’s face. The two girls laughed in unison, then Darci motioned for Samantha to hold still.

“Haha! I can see her little outline, look!” A solitary finger pointed at the small bump in the back of Samatha’s panties, moving back and forth in small, jerking movements. Darci moved her finger closer, until the tip of her index finger rested on the edge of the lump.

“Bend over, Sam.”

Samantha grinned, and placed her hands on the wooden bench. Her back arched into the air as she leaned forward, her rear end jutting out towards Darci. The panties stretched to their limit as she bent further over, the outline of Melissa becoming more defined as the tiny girl was held snugly in place by the tight fabric.

Melissa’s arms ached as she was tugged from all sides, the cheeks parting in front of her. The light that filtered through the pink canopy behind her gave her a terrifying view of the canyon of Samantha’s ass as she leaned forward, revealing a tight little ring in front of her. She wrinkled her nose as the unmistakable odor of shit and warm sweat hit her, released by the parting of the twin globes of flesh. As she tugged her arms to get loose, Melissa felt something nudge the back of her head.

“Not this, please!” She muttered, her short time with Darci giving her enough experience to know where this was headed. Her struggles to wriggle free intensified, but she seemed to only quicken the pace that she sunk between the fatty cheeks. Melissa took a deep breath as the puckered anus closed in, her face pressed forcefully against the twitching pink orifice.

“Oh! I think you got her all the way in, Darci,” Samantha said as she felt the sensation against her butthole.

“Just relax, Sam,” Darci said, “She’s almost ready.”

Samantha gasped as she felt Darci push harder against the tiny head wedged against her back door. Something felt... different, when suddenly, she felt the tiny girl’s head slip into her rectum. She let out a little yelp at the feeling, not expecting it to feel so... good.

“Okay, now you’re ready for class!” Darci exclaimed, clapping her hands together in glee. “Jut give her back to me at lunch, okay Sam?”

Sam nodded silently, her mind still processing the new tingling in her butt. She clenched her glutes a few times, feeling little Melissa’s head get pulled deeper into her bowels. The tiny girl’s shoulders hadn’t gone in yet, but Samantha was okay with where her little anal chew toy was for now, and began to pull the leggings up her thighs. Snapping the elastic waistband over her hips, she patted her butt twice, then skipped off to class.

Melissa could barely breathe, the slimy muscle wrapped around her neck like a noose. Every few seconds, it would constrict for a moment, depriving her of the ability to breathe completely. She felt like her head would pop clean off as the tight sphincter tugged over and over at her chin, like it was trying to pry her in deeper. The smell was unimaginable, the air thick with the revolting smells of digested waste.

Though her hands were free, Melissa was too weak to pulled the mighty anus around her neck open. Her hands slipped on the oily skin as she tried to force it open, but her efforts were only met with a tight squeeze from Samantha’s mammoth butt cheeks. Finally, her arms drooped to her sides in defeat, and Melissa just hoped that her chubby captor would be more merciful than Darci. Not that it was likely, given her current situation.

Samantha struggled to stay focused on the class, her mind wandering to the delicious sensations coming from her rear. She sighed softly through her stretching routine, feeling her body compress and strain the woman lodged in her ass crack. As she planted her feet and began to bent forward, Samantha couldn’t help but smile as she leaned into the downward dog position, feeling her leggings hug her bum tightly. Her smile quickly morphed into a frown as she felt a gurgle in her intestines, and she clenched her butt instinctively to prevent passing gas in class.

Melissa convulsed as the sphincter squeezed around her neck like a garrote, choking her until her cheeks began to turn purple. Her hands pounded against the fleshy prison walls, sweat drenching her battered body as her consciousness began to fade. After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure subsided, and Melissa jerked her head back.

Samantha bit her lip as she felt the tiny girl’s head pop free from her ass, releasing a small hiss of gas along with her. She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and hoped that none of her classmates had heard her bodily function, or caught wind of the smell.

Melissa gasped for air as her head shot out of the asshole’s grip, only to be assaulted with the foulest wind she had ever experienced. Her eyes watered and her lungs burned as she coughed and hacked, the vile stench permeating her senses. Before she could fully recover from the chemical onslaught, she felt the massive cheeks shift around her. Samantha was sitting down.

Sam’s legs crossed over each other as she sat down on her yoga mat, her thick tush sinking into the thin blue foam. She smiled as she raised her arms above her head, breathing deep as the squirming in her ass resumed under her full weight. She kept her butt firmly planted on top of Melissa for the remainder of the class, taking a moment to bounce a couple of times before finally standing up at the end of class.

The lunch bell rang, and the students dispersed into the halls. Samantha made a beeline for the cafeteria, her eyes sweeping across the myriad of faces, searching for Darci. Finally, she saw her waving from across the room, and Sm saved back. She lunged between fellow students, nudging her way through the crowd of teens as everyone fought to get a seat immediately.

Darci had a grin plastered on her face, and she was practically bouncing on the bench as Samantha approached her.

“So how did it go, girlfriend?” She asked excitedly, her hair bobbing up and down as she spoke.

Samantha smiled and reached down the back of her pants, fishing for the tiny woman. Pulling a smelly and sweaty Melissa free, she passed the beaten girl into Darci’s waiting hands.

“That was absolutely amazing!” She giggled. “I wish my parents would let me get one, I’d never be bored in class ever again! How’d you get so lucky?”

Darci shifted her legs, slipping one foot from her sneaker as she bent down. Without so much as looking at Melissa, she stuffed the tiny girl into the toe of her shoe, before quickly shoving her foot back inside. Her toes felt pleasantly cramped as Darci wiggled them all over Melissa.

“My mom just loves me more, obviously!” She joked as she nudged Sam’s arm with her elbow. The girls laughed at the flimsy joke and sat down, beginning to unpack the lunches from the bags. Darci absentmindedly scrunched her toes from time to time as she munched on a baggie full of carrots, wondering if she’d have her toy broken in by the weekend.

Well, it is only Monday...’ she thought to herself as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Her lips curled into a smile once more as she stood up, feeling the new insole under her toes struggle weakly, providing a bit of relief to her foot. It was going to be a fun week.