Emma pulled a few coins out of her pocket. She curled her fingers around it and squeezed you in her other hand. "Watch this." she smirked.
Then she started walking. To the party goers it seemed random, but it was actually a highly calculated affair. She went one way, paused, turned around and went the other way, slowly zigzagging her way to Olivia. Then, as she closed in, Emma went into a well-lit but sparsely-occupied corner in Olivia's general field of vision and stood there. Her expression was one of general confusion, and she drew the hand with the coins closer to her head. Her eyes were focused on the bit of wall just to the right of Olivia's head -- not close enough to make her feel stared at, but close enough to make her subconscious pay attention. It worked quickly, and Olivia, with a reassuring smile, flounced right over.
"Hey, Emma! Looking for something?"
Emma loosened her grip on the coins ever so slightly as she answered. "I just need a dollar for change...Whoops!"
The coins landed on the floor in a heap. Several nearby looked at the mess, then went back to the party. The dare-loving girl put on a mask of shock and mild embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help --"
"No, no -- I got it." Olivia crouched and started to gather up the coins. Due to her love of tight clothing, her pants retreated just a bit, dragging her panties down with them and revealing a small but noticeable bit of her butt crack. Emma hesitated. She had to time this perfectly. She brought out the hand with the "bug" in it and aimed carefully. One...Two...Three...
"Hm?" Olivia grunted in surprise. She could have sworn she felt something sliding down her butt. She placed the back of her hand on her back...and realized just how much of her backside was exposed. It must have been those treacherous tight pants of hers. But she was nearly done collecting the coins, so she finished that, rose up, and handed them back to Emma.
The other girl grinned. Perfect shot. "Thanks Olivia."
"No problem." Olivia pulled the back of her pants up, fervently hoping nobody else saw her exposure. If she showed skin, it was on her terms. Guys could look at her beautiful ass all day if they wanted to, provided she had on pants. Olivia walked off, unaware that one particular guy was far, far deeper in her ass than either of them would have liked. And so the hostess put those thoughts out of her mind and started to party.
Inside of the dancing Olivia's ass, it was torture. Her massive cheeks pummeled and hammered you, and with each contact and every passing minute they got sweatier and sweatier. You would scream, if you could do so without her enormous rear slamming you so hard the air was driven out of your lungs. For the next few hours you were subjected to a much larger and smellier version of a hammer and an anvil.
Meanwhile, Olivia was beginning to feel something bouncing around in her butt. At first, she tried to ignore it, thinking it was probably just some stuff caught in that little bit of anal hair that she was unable to shave off. But as it persisted, and as the music shifted to songs she liked slightly less, she decided to just flatten it. She planted a hand on either cheek and mushed them together.
By this point you were utterly exhausted, having spent the past few hours being tossed and ground and smacked by the party girl's derriere. And before that you were nearly suffocated between the breasts of a daredevil. And before that you were nearly drowned in said daredevil's mouth. And before that you were a seat cushion for a cheerleader's best friend. And before all of that you were an anal chew toy for your sadistic crush. All of this, in a cheesy, yet cumbersome, mouse suit. You weren't made for this, this constant bombardment by people who were both aware and unaware of your plight. And so, when Olivia's cheeks came together with the force of twin meteors, you just gave up. You weren't hurt -- you didn't have a concussion, the suit was undamaged -- but you were just tired. And so, as the big-assed fun-loving party-hosting Olivia's giant gluteus sandwiched you, you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Olivia, temporarily not feeling that sensation in her butt, carried on partying.
After a while, though, it came back. Olivia wondered just what the hell it could be in there, so she sashayed into the bathroom and locked the door. Then she struggled to pull off her tight pants and panties enough so she could see what was in her ass. She plopped on top of the sink counter and spread her cheeks, looking in the mirror as she did so. A small grey figure fell out of her booty. It had a cartoonish grin and a sports jersey on, with big ears and a long tail. Olivia recognized it as the Metroville mascot almost immediately. She, like people many at the party, attended the Metroville High School. But she had never seen the mascot up close before and, like you before Sylvia's offer, she thought it was a robot. There was no way the actual Metroville Mascot was in her ass. Olivia tugged at a limb and let it drop. It was too flexible to be a robot.
So if it wasn't the Metroville mascot, why did it look like it? She never saw anyone in Metroville with mouse mascot merchandise. Rooting for the Mice was less a pastime in Metroville as betting on how badly they lose. But the other schools almost took pride in how poorly Metroville performed. There were jokes, effigies, and even t-shirts dedicated to how horrible the Mice were at sports. Olivia wouldn't put it past them to do something like getting a doll just to set it on fire before a game. As to why it was in her ass -- well, her pants weren't the best at their job, were they? She'd probably just been standing in the wrong spot when it fell off a banister or something. Olivia followed that train of thought. Presumably someone was looking for it -- probably someone from Chadwell. And it was a Friday night, so they'd probably miss it over the weekend...
Olivia decided to return the "doll". The giantess grabbed your limp form and walked out of the bathroom. She went over to a table where some of the Chadwell students were and she put you on a table. Josie and Emma were on the other side of the house, and thus they had no clue what was about to happen. No sooner had Olivia turned around to walk off than a student from Chadwell tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around again and saw...
1. Cathy -- An exchange student from China who speaks no English. She finds the mouse toy cute and wants to have it as a pet between her breasts. Her friend and fellow Chadwell student Nina will translate, and also accompany Cathy on the way home.
2. Donna -- A girl who just wants something for her toes to toy with as she drives home. A little lazy, she will probably just play videogames all weekend with her best friend, a Chadwell gymnast nicknamed "Farting Faith".
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