This choice: You're absorbed straight into her butt. • Go Back... Stacy had apparently taken Mary's "bubble butt" comment to heart and was on the bike for quite a while, which soaked her bike shorts in sweat. This was bad news for you, as the girl's weight combined with her pores opening up not only pressed you past her shorts and panties, but you had managed to squeeze into her open pores, which closed around your gooey body and trapped you in her skin. In short, you had become merged with Stacy's ass!
"No!", you mentally cried as you tried desperately to squeeze yourself out of the redhead's butt flesh, managing only a slight vibration. Suddenly, you felt Stacy's fingers over you, scratching where you had vibrated. Oddly, it actually hurt when she scratched you. You figured that meant that you hadn't been completely absorbed by her ass yet, which meant there was still a chance for you to be freed. Unfortunately, you couldn't get Stacy's attention, as she had quickly sat down, pressing your face into the couch cushion and putting an immense pressure on you. "Alright, Mary, your turn to get rid of that muffin top", Stacy said jokingly.
"Hey, I'll have you know that Jack think I look cute with a little bit of pudge", Mary said as she hopped on the exercise bike, having no idea that her boyfriend was now inhabiting her best friend's butt. You could barely make out what they were saying as they chatted. You heard them start to talk about you, something about your five-year anniversary about a month ago. You remembered that you had saved up for almost an entire year to buy her a silver necklace, which she wore every day since. Of course, it wouldn't have taken so long if Gary hadn't kept stealing your money. The one time you tried to keep him from taking it, you had found yourself in his belly, sharing a space with the junk food your allowance bought him. You had learned to leave your wallet at home since then.
"Hey, Miss Evans, is it alright if I bathe over here? I brought a change of clothes", Stacy asked as she took a drink of water.
"Sure. You can go ahead and leave your work out clothes, you come here often enough", Mary's mother replied.
"Oh thanks!", Stacy said as she hopped up and headed for the bathroom, finally relieving you of the pressure. You were completely unable to get her attention as you jiggled helplessly along with her asscheeks, the rapid motion making you extremely dizzy. Shortly after you heard the click of the door locking behind her (and, consequently, in front of you), you felt a blast of cool air as she peeled off her bike shorts, giving you light and allowing you to finally breath. You tried again to make a vibration over her ass, but you were quickly stopped by her scratching you. "Darn itch", she said as she scratched where you tried to vibrate. This wasn't good. If you didn't get her attention soon, you may spend the rest of your life as part of Stacy's butt!
As she ran the bathwater for herself, you struggled even harder, trying desperately to get her to notice you. Once again, you were met with her dark red nails scratching at you. "What is this itch?! Is there a bug on me?", she asked herself as she looked back at her ass.
Does she see you?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Derpus (UN: derpatron at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Kentwolf has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author