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"... you need more practice with it," Courtney said, eyes gleaming. She had just had an idea that she knew would be just perfect.
"What are you gonna do, sit on me again?" Rick yelled, trying to sound tough. In truth, he was terrified by the prospect of Courtney's giant butt slamming down on him again.
Courtney shook her head, inadvertently letting her long blonde locks buffet the tiny man just below her face. "No no, don't be silly. We both know you're too weak to hold me up. And besides, I can't just sit around all day. I have to train too you know. Just because I'm team leader doesn't mean I don't need practice." Courtney explained.
Rick rolled his eyes at the self-proclaimed "leader" of their group. He just hoped he'd get a break while she was training. He watched as she turned away from him, once again showing off the giant blue butt that had effortlessly crushed him. Rather than sit down though, she hooked her thumbs underneath her waistband and tugged at it, peeling the skin-tight shorts off her body. Rick gulped as he got a full view of her pale, bare butt, with no underwear to speak of.
"What the hell Courtney?!" He yelled, unsure where this was going but sure that it would go badly.
"Oh yeah, I don't wear panties with the suit," Courtney said sheepishly. "The shorts are too tight, I'd get serious panty lines." She brandished the blue shorts in front of him, and indeed, they were much smaller than Rick would have guessed. They must have been very stretchy to extend around her wide hips. "I think we'll be able to squeeze you in them though."
"What?!" Rick yelled, jumping back as Courtney dropped the blue shorts down onto the table. Her hand came for him next, fingers effortlessly knocking him down and pinning him on his back, laying on top of the still warm blue surface. He could see that she was brandishing a sewing needle in her other hand.
"I made this costume myself Rick, so adding you to it shouldn't be too hard," Courtney explained, bringing the needle down towards the struggling superhero. "Stop wiggling so much. I need you right in the middle. To make sure you're between my cheeks."
"You expect me to sit still knowing I have to go back near your giant ass‽" Rick asked angrily, putting up the best offensive he could against the blonde's nimble fingers. Unfortunately, she had his torso pinned down tight under her thumb, leaving him barely able to swing his arms and kick his legs.
"No, I expect you to sit still so this needle goes through my costume..." Courtney said, pointing the needle lower on Rick's body, towards his crotch. "...and not through something else." Courtney continued, smiling as she quite literally made her point.
Rick froze at the image of Courtney impaling his manhood, long enough for her to wrap the needle around him several times over, the threads pulling him down tightly enough that he could barely lift a finger.
"Much better! I think this will be a real improvement to my costume." Courtney teased, holding her shorts up to inspect her fine craftsmanship.
"Courtney, let me go right now!" Rick yelled, proving his anger issues were improving any as the gigantic blonde's green eyes stared back at him.
"Sorry, I don't take orders from my clothing." She cooed, lowering Rick down her legs to make sure he fit that title. Eager to get him reacquainted with her quote 'giant ass'.
"You bitch!" Rick yelled, objecting to the idea of being called Courtney's clothing, but she was no longer listening to him. Now was the time for actions to speak louder than words.
Her feet passed Rick by as she started to pull them up to her legs, forcing Rick to crane his neck upwards to the now-familiar sight of her naked buttocks, which jiggled from left to right as she shimmied her shorts up her powerful thighs.
Nothing Rick could say would reach Courtney at this point, but he was still unable to accept what was happening, yelling incoherently as he finally settled in behind her ass with one triumphant tug of her waistband.
His screams tickled her flesh, which assaulted him from all angles, making it difficult for him to breathe. She enjoyed the sensational feeling of having Rick so close to her bare flesh, moving her ass, walking around, and clenching her cheeks a few times to break him in.
Suddenly, Courtney's phone rang. It was a text from Yolanda in their group chat.
Yolanda: "How's Rick doing so far?"
Courtney smiled at her phone. "There's no way Yolanda and Beth would expect this."
Courtney: "Not so good. He's madder than ever, I think. He tried holding up my butt for training, but he was too weak, and the embarrassment just made him angrier."
Yolanda: "Ugh, why do men always get so weird about women being stronger than them?"
Courtney: "I know right, not my fault that he can't handle my ass. Lucky for him, I came up with a way we could keep training. He's even more em-bare-assed now!"
Rick gasped for air as Courtney pulled open her shorts. He saw the giant blonde girl's face above him, smiling down over her shoulder in her blue mask. Then he noticed her phone, pointed right towards him.
"Say cheese, Rick!" Courtney giggled.
"Don't you dare Court-" he yelled, but her camera flashed mid-sentence, and then she released her shorts without another word, sending him rocketing back into her butt crack.
Courtney smiled at the photo: she'd caught Rick mid yell, a perfect picture of why he needed to stay in her pants until he learned to control himself. She texted the picture along to her friends, anxiously awaiting their reactions.
Yolanda: "OMG, I can't believe you did that!"
Beth: "How's he feel in your butt?"
Courtney: "He feels great Beth, he's kicking and yelling a lot, but I can't even hear him while he's back there. Just kind of tickles."
Beth: "I might have to try that when it's my turn. The library seats aren't very comfortable."
Yolanda: "Haha! He wouldn't stand a chance against my butt during a workout."
Courtney: "You girls can do whatever you want during your turns. I've got to get back to training. Rick is getting impatient."
The next hour would evolve into a hot & sweaty hell for Rick, as Courtney failed to hold anything back, starting with some stretches to loosen her muscles before the actual workout began.
Bending forward, Courtney grabbed behind her calves, positioning herself into a Standing Hamstring Stretch. But all Rick needed to understand was that Courtney's butt was jettisoning her butt outwards, dragging her shorts between her cheeks.
She rolled on her feet, from heel to toe, jostling her buttcheeks, as well as the tiny man trapped between them. Glancing over her shoulder, she imagined what Rick was enduring from such a simple motion, tightening her glutes to make sure he wasn't bored.
Next, she attempted something substantially more difficult, rising to her full height and raising her arms straight above her head. Courtney made her palms flat and leaned into a backward bridge, lifting her hips towards the sky.
Her superior gymnastic skills made such a move second nature, instinctually clenching her cheeks and not just to torture Rick for a change. And even though gravity was pulling him downwards, the pull of Courtney's ass was a hell of a lot stronger.
He was powerless against the blonde's booty, and while it was too dark for him to see, he could feel the pressure of Courtney's asshole puckering in front of him, knowing it would have swallowed him whole if not for the fact that he was bonded to her shorts.
Unfortunately, those same shorts were skin-tight, meaning wherever they went, Rick followed, angry at the fact that he had no control over the situation, angry at Courtney for shrinking him in the first place, and angry at himself for being weak enough to let this happen.
The worst was far from over as Courtney rose to her full height, ready to begin an intense workout, mainly focused on her lower body, glad that she shrunk Rick in time to join her for leg day.
"I hope you're ready to sweat Rick? Because I know I am." Courtney declared proudly, intent on pushing herself if for no other reason than to torment her new little butt pet.
The Blonde Superheroine raised her hand, giving her juicy buttocks a firm, resounding slap that could be heard echoing throughout the room. The sound of which left Rick disoriented, his ear ringing from the intense feedback.
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