Jack watched in terror as Izzy brought him around her back into view of the waistband of her shorts. Using her free hand, she casually stretched her shorts back, revealing white underwear. "Izzy, please don't!" Jack cried out. "I'm begging you, please don't do this!" In response, Izzy snapped her shorts back and brought him back to her face. "Oh? Someone finally have an epiphany that trying to leave me is a bad idea? That's good," she replied. Jack sighed, thinking he was in the clear, but was startled when Izzy whipped him back around her. Giving him less time to react, Izzy quickly opened her shorts once more, this time bringing stretching her panties back with them, and throwing Jack inside. He landed on her left cheek and immediately began sliding down. "Izzy!" Jack yelled. He reached out to the outstretched fabric of her underwear and somehow managed to grab it, clinging on for dear life so as not to fall further down her cheek. When Izzy didn't feel her brother in the position she expected, her hand reached in and plucked him off of her underwear. "Nice try," she said, and moved him. This time, she placed Jack directly into the crevice between her cheeks and pressed down.
*ZOOP*
Just like that, Jack disappeared into the abyss. Finally having felt Jack in a compromised position, Izzy released her shorts back into position and began walking out to her class feeling as satisfied as she could be. Meanwhile, Jack was struggling to have any sort of hold on his own movements as his sister's cheeks tormented him. As he was placed directly between them, each step Izzy took rubbed Jack back and forth between her cheeks, raising him and lowering him each time, as if he was riding a tsunami. Luckily for him, Izzy's flesh was soft enough not to cause too much pain. On the other hand, things were getting worse as the moments passed.
About ten minutes after having been pushed down into Izzy's crack, she started her class warm-ups. Beginning with a light jog, things eventually escalated into full on sprinting as the class transitioned into basketball. Jack was thrashed about his fleshy prison, bouncing from side to side, up and down, all the while having no control over any of the movements he was making. "Gruh..." he groaned after finally getting a rest for a brief moment. A timeout called by Izzy's team gave him just enough time to regain enough energy to endure more hardship. When the game resumed, Jack went back to getting thrown about like a doll.
Nothing changed for the next fifteen minutes, other than Jack having grown more and more exhausted. By this time, however, his prison had rose in temperature and beads of sweat from Izzy's butt were sliding down onto him from above. The smell grew worse and without having much movement capacity, other than when Izzy's cheeks were doing it for him, Jack couldn't do anything about it. He wanted to wipe off the sweat that was pouring onto his head and clothes, but his arms were strictly adhered to his sides by the gelatinous fat on his either side. What came next though was far worse than that.
*PBLRT*
A loud, momentary popping sound was followed by vibrations in Izzy's butt cheeks which rocked Jack. After shaking for a few moments, Jack came to and breathed in. "Oh my god!" he gagged. "This is.. gross! Izzy!" He tried moving, only to send himself a little further into his sister's crack. Izzy felt this and laughed, remembering about her brother after momentarily forgetting during her class. Feeling mischievous, she pulled her shorts tighter, practically giving herself a wedgie and sending Jack even further into her crack. "MMMPH!" Jack muffled as he slid between Izzy's cheeks. He couldn't see anything, but he sensed that he was getting closer to her sensitive spot. Luckily, he actually wasn't close enough to have too many problems, but the smell this far in was almost unbearable, as was the slick sheen of sweat from Izzy's flesh and the pressure exhibited on him from her ass. All Jack could worry about now, though, was the smell, as his sister released another gas attack, this one louder and longer than the other.
*PFFRRRT*
Jack screamed and choked on the noxious air as a result. He was getting dizzy. There wasn't any way he was going to last much longer in this state. And he didn't. Once Izzy got back to her basketball game and began moving, her butt cheeks rubbing together paired with the abhorred smell and weird texture of her sweat knocked him out. As his vision faded, he could ever so hear a deep rumbling and a faint breeze blow across his body.
Does Jack wake up, or is he out for the long haul?
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