Gwen couldn't believe it the goth girl was almost bursting with joy about finally getting revenge on heather. She had shrunk heather in the middle of the night and had placed her in a very special place. A muffled giggle filtered through the thin layer of synthetic material that veiled the round, shape butt. That giggle was enough to wake up Heather where am I Heather wondered instantly noticing the smell and how cramped it was when her eyes adjusted she realized she was in a butt.
“It sure is hot today. How are you dealing down there”
Said a feminine voice. That voice, almost a nightmare for her. As Heather instantly recognized the voice as Gwen. Heather struggled as the world around her stopped moving, giving her a moment to settle between the globes that were surrounding her.
“L-let me out please…” she begged in a feeble voice, too weak to reach up though the thick layers of flesh and all the way up to Gwen’s ears.
The moment of rest allowed her heated body to sweat more, huge drops of sweat running down her ass cheeks until the splashed into the fabric of her panties and the one of the leggings holding her butt tightly squeezed, giving Heather no space to breath as the two cheeks collide. She felt her body soak completely as a huge drop fell on him, permeating her clothes with the stench of rear.
She gagged as she was forced to taste the salty bitter liquid, but once she regained control of her breathing, she tried to take advantage of the moment. Her hands sank in the soft cheeks as she tried helplessly to push them apart and created a small room for her aching bones to recover and her lungs to fill with air. It didn’t last. As Gwen resumed her jogging the muscles of her ass tightened, squishing Heather in between her glutes. Frustrating all her attempts to struggle without the least effort.
Gwen's feet bounced on the ground rhythmically as she ran down the path, surrounded by the grass and the tress, casting a shadow that made the heat bearable to her. Her white skin getting a tan by the gleaming sun. As, the light crosses the little drops of sweat that were flowing out of her pores. The black shirt, barely containing her abundant chest, was partly darkened in wet liquid as well, her bouncing breasts would catch the eyes of the other runners that were going the opposite way, crossing her path.
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