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As much fun as the girls were having, they couldn't stay out too late. After all, it was a Thursday night, and they had classes in the morning. They said their goodbyes and headed out, walking a little less straight than they had on the way there. You heard them giggling and laughing above you as they walked, unsure whether they even still remembered your predicament, forced to floss between Brittany's ass cheeks with every drunken step in the path back to the dorm.
As it turned out, Brittany did remember you. After saying goodbye to Maggie, her and Kayla headed into their own room. And while Kayla was in the bathroom, Brittany dropped her pants, leaving her in just a shirt and thong, which meant she was finally ready to talk to you.
"You did great at the party tonight Tony. I can already tell you're going to make my whole week better." Brittany said, patting her butt approvingly. "Now try and get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow."
WHUMP
Brittany fell forward onto her bed, and was asleep almost as soon as her head the pillow. She didn't even get to turn her lamp off before zonking out.
You were grateful at least that she was sleeping on her stomach, even if that did mean you were left hanging suspended on her crack, looking down into Brittany's asshole. Seeing that was the only thing that could make you grateful for being tied to something secured around Brittany's waist. Then Kayla flicked off the light, and everything went dark.
Of course, now that the worst part of Brittany laying on her stomach was solved, the sleeping giantess wasted no time rolling over onto her side. Now you were sandwiched between her cheeks, a tiny piece of meat between her enormous buns. After a couple pathetic wiggles from you failed to rouse her, you gave up and laid still, resolving to try and get some sleep. It came surprisingly easily for a tiny man trapped in a giant ass, if only because you were completely exhausted after the party...
When Brittany woke up, it took her a moment to remember everything. She almost thought the previous day was a dream. But a quick clench of her butt cheeks quickly proved otherwise, as it was immediately met by you spasming awake. Brittany's slight hangover seemed to melt away as she adopted a wide grin, excited for the day now that she remembered Tony the thong was a part of it.
You were significantly less excited for the day. You'd been woken up by the sudden collapsing of your "bedroom" as Brittany's butt cheeks squeezed tightly around you. You reflexively began to twist and squirm as you found yourself tied up and under attack. It took you a moment to remember where you were: buried in your friend's butt crack as her living thong. You knew that the deal has been that this would last a week, but surely your friend would back out of this abusive arrangement now that a day has passed, right?
Wrong.
Brittany was about to get up, when she had some Instagram notifications. Distract, she rolled over onto her back, letting her butt sink into her mattress as she began to idly swipe through photos and stories, lost in a casual world of idle amusement while you supported her from between her cheeks, now with almost no mobility as her weight settled in around you. Occasionally she'd shift around a little but, getting comfier in her bed, but that was just for her own benefit, with no thought to her clothing's experience.
When she finally stood up, you breathed a little easier. Sure you were still being hugged by her enormous ass, but you weren't forced to support a giantess's weight anymore, and without pants her cheeks didn't squeeze too tightly.
"We've got Ancient History first thing this morning." Brittany announced. "But I guess you don't really care what boring class we're in huh? All you'll be looking at today is my ass." Brittany grabbed a pair of white jeans out of her dresser and quickly stepped into them, knowing she'd have to get a move on to get to class on time.
Her entire butt heaved up and down as she hopped a few times to get the right pants up over her curvy behind. Once she did so, your brief moment of "relaxation " in her butt was over. It was as tight and constricting as you remembered, maybe even more.
Kayla was still asleep as Brittany grabbed her bag and headed out, munching on a granola bar as she walked across campus. The autumn leaves made campus gorgeous this time of year, and she could already tell it was going to be a great day. Meanwhile, all you could see was butt flesh, undulating and bouncing as it slid along and around you, Brittany's pumping legs keeping her ass moving as it chewed on her flimsy thong. Just as last night, you couldn't really tell the difference between outside and inside, which is why you weren't expecting the sudden shift that indicated she had arrived at her class:
PLOP
Brittany dropped into her seat, staying towards the back of the class. She didn't like to sit up front when she was still waking up.
You didn't even know what seat she was sitting in. All you knew was that she was sitting on you. Though the way you sunk into her cheeks as she settles in suggested the seat didn't have too much cushioning. It seemed you'd be the only thing providing her ass any comfort in this class.
Usually Brittany hated days when she had her 8am class, especially after a night of partying like the one she had had. But it was hard to feel bad for herself when she could feel Tony's tiny squirming against the inside of her butt crack. Yeah she had to get up early, but she didn't have to spend her morning squeezed between anyone's butt cheeks. Then again... how bad could it be? She was just sitting in class, which meant he was just sort of laying there, floating between her butt cheeks. It was probably like laying in a hammock, right? Maybe he'd even fall back asleep during the class. He wouldn't REALLY get to know the hard part about being a thong until she got to wear him to a spin class. Smiling at the thought, Brittany turned her attention to the professor, only acknowledging her friend with the occasional clench of her cheeks.
What's next for Brittany and Tony the thong?
1. Brittany has a spin class, looks like you're going to have a very difficult afternoon.
2. Brittany has a yoga class. Can you continue to hold her thong together as she stretches?
3. Brittany has a big test to study for, and doesn't want to be distracted. Kayla or Maggie ask to borrow you while she is busy.
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