Jen added with a smirk, “I even sat on him just today, at the bus stop! Poor little guy was no match for my big booty.” Jen snickered and started checking her phone, so Cindy glanced over her shoulder at her gigantic ass, which was clearly visible through her small and skin-tight skirt. Cindy inspected her massive glutes nervously, as a crazy thought slowly formed; was it possible that she has somehow sat on her friend’s flatmate without noticing, and accidentally gotten him wedged all the way up her crack? Jen HAD said that the guy was little. Cindy imagined a tiny little person crammed helplessly between her glorious buttocks, and couldn’t help but smirk at the idea for just a moment. The concept was ridiculous, though she found it funny in a weird way. The idea of her own butt being big enough to actually trap and hide a little man was kind of amusing, and even flattering, Cindy thought.
Cindy was still staring at her ass, contemplating whether her butt was really big enough to trap an inch tall man within its mass or not, when Jen asked without even looking up from her phone, “Hey Jen, waddya looking at your butt for? Is your thong still acting up?”
Cindy snapped out of her trance and said, “Oh! No, it’s much better now that I adjusted it…” Cindy trailed off as she suddenly remembered how she had tugged on her thong during the meal, and gone to the bathroom. She recalled how she had run to the bathroom and farted without taking off her thong, then had scrubbed it through her crack multiple times in an attempt to stretch it out. Cindy was suddenly hit with another wave of fear as she realized that, if there WAS a tiny man stuck to her rear, then he had been right up against her asshole the entire time. The color drained from Cindy’s face as she remembered how she had blissfully filed her nails without a care in the world, while there was the possibility that a tiny man had been helplessly crushed against her asshole and forced to inhale all of her farts, without her even knowing it. But why didn’t the little guy climb out, or wiggle or something to let her know where he was, if he was stuck down there? Cindy wondered.
Cindy glanced back at her ass again, and gave it a little shake, wondering if perhaps her thong was tight enough to completely trap a little man against her anus. You were mashed back and forth by each cheek as they jiggled lightly, though up above Cindy just watched curiously as her cheeks wobbled back and forth, unaware of the pain you were in as each of her gigantic butt cheeks slammed into your back. As her buttocks wobbled to a stop, Cindy decided that she needed some more time to think things through, and she needed a way to distract Jen for just a little bit while she did so.
Cindy finally continued her sentence to Jen, “Uh… I mean, maybe we should head over to that store you were talking about, with all the sales going on.” Jen nodded and happily started walking off, browsing the shop windows as she went. As Cindy kept pace, her enormous rump began shaking and bouncing with each step, squishing you against her asshole some more. After only a few steps Cindy realized that, if there was indeed a little man caught in her behind, that walking must be like torture for him. “Every bounce of my ass would be like an earthquake for a man only an inch tall!” Cindy marveled, with a hint of amusement but also worry. Cindy looked over her shoulder again and watched her butt bounce back and forth with each step, as she continued to try and wrap her head around the idea of a tiny man actually being small enough to get completely trapped between her mammoth cheeks.
Cindy was blushing and stammering a bit with embarrassment, still unsure of whether there actually was a tiny man trapped in her buttcrack, as she asked Jen, “Actually, I was sort of, uh, wondering about your little friend… Tim. Do you have any idea of where he, uh, ran off too before I showed up?” Jen thought for a second, and said, “Oh right, Tim! I had forgotten all about him. Hmm, I guess he might have decided to sneak out from lunch early to buy something. Usually he hangs around me, though, since he can get squished so easily by people who aren’t paying attention. I’m not sure where he could have gone to.”
Cindy asked with a hint of a smile, “What exactly do you mean squished? Does that, like, happen a lot?” Jen smiled broadly and said, “Well, it’s just that girls step on him or sit on him all the time by accident, sometimes he even gets caught in their bras if he isn’t careful. All it takes it some giant clutzy bimbo to sit down without checking the seat and suddenly he’s stuck to her fat ass!” Cindy’s smile faded and her face turned pale at Jen’s declaration; she didn’t remember checking the restaurant seat before sitting down. Was it possible Tim had been sitting there before she had carelessly plopped her humongous ass right on top of the poor guy? Cindy tried to convince herself that she had checked the seat, hoping to rid the feeling of guilt hovering over her head. Jen noticed Cindy’s worried expression and assumed that Cindy might have thought Tim was lost. Jen tried to reassure her, “Don’t worry about Tim, he get’s sat on all the time. He’s probably used to it by now, haha!” Jen began quickening her pace, as she saw one of her favorite clothing stores at the other end of the mall.
Cindy hurried to keep up, sending her ass bouncing all over the place from her fast movements. You were pounded into her sweaty, ripe anus over and over as each of Cindy’s massive jiggly cheeks flew up and down. Cindy blushed, hoping that what she was feeling was only her thong bunching up from her movements, and not Jen’s tiny flatmate being crammed into her sensitive butthole. Cindy quickly reached back and tugged on her thong in an attempt to get rid of the itching feeling. Cindy obliviously ended up crushing your body against her jiggling sphincter, flattening your torso over her smelly puckered hole for a moment, before she released the thong, satisfied. Cindy really hoped that she hadn’t just squished Jen’s little friend into her anus once more, but was really just glad that her butt wasn’t itchy any longer.
Cindy asked, “Well, how does he usually get free when he’s stuck to a girl’s butt or whatever?” Jen and Cindy had just entered the clothing store, so they finally slowed down and began sauntering around the huge room, gazing at all the clothes lined up on the walls. Jen snickered and said, “Well, when he’s stuck to me, usually I have to peel him off because my butt is so big that he gets completely stuck to it. He tries to wiggle and free himself, but usually he isn’t strong enough to do much more than tickle the person he’s stuck to. It’s kind of adorable.” Cindy stopped cold as soon as Jen said that, remembering how her butt had started itching right after sitting down to eat with Jen. Now she was almost positive that there was a little man trapped between her butt cheeks. Suddenly, Jen starts squealing and pulls Cindy over to a rack of jeans, “Oh my god oh my god oh my gooood! Look at these jeans, they are SOOO cute! You have just GOT to try them on Cindy!”
What does Cindy do? Does she decide to try on some insanely tight jeans and just enjoy herself, hoping that you aren't actually stuck inside her butt? (hopefully for you she can get out of the jeans once she's in them!)
Or does she decide to start investigating the possibility of your existence within her ass more thoroughly by sitting down and jiggling her ass in an attempt to feel for you?
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