You were only unconscious for a few seconds—but that was all it took for you to be squirreled away in some unknown crevice of your sisters privates. You were disoriented and scared; you could feel yourself tangled in something, could smell just a hint of... something musky—the smell of Annie's underwear, maybe? Or her crotch? But that wasn't all; you could feel Annie walk; not just the motion, but actually feel her legs move! With each step your sister took, a wall of flesh rubbed against you.
Then the brain fog began to lift, and panic set in as you began to notice things. You were tangled in what felt like a rope, but while you could feel some others around you, there weren't enough to be in her pubes—not to mention the fucking dagger like things that stabbed into you every time she moved! Which was another thing; there was pull with the flesh; each time it rubbed against you it tried to pull you along; towards what could only be described as a furnace. And the smell? Well... let’s just say it was stronger in the direction you were being pulled.
Carefully, oh so carefully, you reached into your pocket for your cellphone. The wall of flesh was tight; even at your Ant-like height, it was a tight squeeze, but you soon grasped the small bit of technology and turned on its light. It didn't help much; the space you were in was simply too massive to be fully illuminated. You saw the thin, dark hair curled delicately around your waist, and the fucking daggers were smaller hairs growing in—signs that Annie shaved down here and didn't wax.
Your sister finally stopped walking, and in the moment you turned the light towards the direction of the smell. You saw more hairs—bot dagger-like and long—but most importantly you saw that it went deeper. You couldn't see to the end, but you could make out less stabby hairs and more forest-like ones.
"I'm stuck in Annie's ass..." You stated simply. It was... surreal. In fact, you were pretty sure this was a dream; it was impossible to be struck in a woman's ass, after all. Total and complete nonsense. Yep.
With a forced chuckle you turned off your cellphone and stuck it back in your pocket. Any second now, you'll wake up! Any second. Come on dream, any time now...
Sadly, instead of waking up you felt the same cottony feel of the massive panties as they pressed into your body. All you could do was scream as the wall of cloth knocked you free of your hair and pushed you deeper into the foul smelling(And god fucking damn, did it smell foul!)oven. You weren't sure if you were wet from the water, or sweat, but soon enough you were pressed into something.
You didn't want to think about what your sister's finger was grinding your against; the slimy surface, the occasional bump(One of which actually popped you back! Something that should feel great, but...) the hairs trying to grab and tangle around you; and the worst thing? The wall was clenching and throbbing! You could hear the blood pumping beneath it for god's sake!
You were being scratched into Annie's anus. Your big sister was unknowingly smearing her little brother into her shitter and, from the feel of the clenching, was having a great time while doing it! You could only thank god that she washed the thing—at least, from the lack of waste surrounding you and the very slight soapy scent you could only assume she did.
By the time Annie stopped scratching, you were tangled up in one of her ass hairs. It was tight this time, but from the overwhelming odor of shit and musk—not to mention the ungodly heat cooking you like a roast—that was probably a good thing.
For a second, for one cruel second, the pressure sandwiching your into your sister's asshole subsided and you were given one moment to breath. The familiar feeling of G-Force caught that breath short, and just like that your tomb closed in around you like pressed dough. Annie was sitting down.
You could feel the slime and bile of your sisters anus consume your body; it smeared into your face, your hair, your nose—even your mouth, when you were reckless enough to scream. Desperately, you fumbled for your phone; one second passed, then ten, then twenty. Each second added more smell, more heat, more fear. You could feel the veins of her sphincter pounding against you like a schoolyard bully after your lunch money (Ironic, as Annie usually saved your from the bullies).
Finally, you reached your phone and turned on the light. All you could see was a coffin of dark, pink flesh; you let out a sob as you realized where you were—you were stuck in one of the wrinkles of Annie's asshole; mercifully spared being crushed by the muscle, but left trapped probably only an inch or so away from her colon. The only comfort was that the ass hair was still firmly tangled around your waist. If it were to let you go... well, you would probably become a smear, or grow a lot closer to Annie than you ever wanted to. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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