(Chapter originally written by Shadow Wolf)
The flaxen-haired, fair-skinned woman resumed her swim, hellbent on enjoying her time here at The Oasis even if it killed her, completely ignorant of the significance of her actions and also of the ill-fated soul that she had condemned to a world of misery. If she had known, Ruth likely would have helped this individual and stopped the series of unfortunate events that she had unwittingly set in motion. Yet as it were, no one had seen what had happened moments before and the screaming, merry crowds remained equally clueless of things.
The short time spent deep within the dark, cramped cleft of this stranger’s substantial backside had done considerable damage to your body. In a matter of minutes, you had been pressed flat between the enormous, rotund buttocks of this callipygous woman almost immediately upon being wedged between the bulbous masses. Briefly becoming glued to the woman’s buttcrack at times before being harshly scrapped loose by the shifting, wobbling glutes. Only to be folded in on yourself and rolled up into an unidentifiable wad of flesh just to be flattened out again and the process repeated.
When this stranger finally stopped moving, you had been transformed into a tan ball, a blob of flesh with any real discerning features wiped away save for your small eyes. Your shorts seemed to be torn off your body in the ordeal. Pressed on all sides by warm, wet flesh and enveloped in the all too familiar funk of ass, you waited, held firmly in place between the blonde woman’s truly enormous buttcheeks. It was beyond humiliating. You had been forced as deep in as you could go, the thin thong at your back being the only thing between you and the tight little hole on the other side. You could actually feel it, that puckered ring. The material of the bikini bottom was pulled taut over the orifice, and you could feel your round form nestling into the tiny divot in the shape's center. The sphincter twitched through the thin material of the thong, suckling at your form almost as if you were a gumball pressed against a pair of puckered lips. In truth, your presence was probably irritating the woman as she was reacting to you.
Your suspicion was warranted as no sooner had the woman come to a stop did the buttocks smothering you jiggle around and be forced apart by a lady’s intruding finger. Rather, you were the intruder in this lady’s ass, but still. You saw the large, manicured digit wedge itself into the crack and curl around the thing thong buried here and with a sharp tug freed the strap of yellow cloth. The woman’s finger had brushed against you, pushing you to the side as she pulled. This had the effect of forcing you past the thong as it lifted up, causing you to be trapped on the reverse side!
You found yourself eye to brown eye, so to speak, with the woman’s pink hole. No longer separated by the skimpy swimwear, you were pressed into the thankfully closed anus. A jolt of fear and disgust shot through you when the hot anus twitched in response. You were definitely causing her problems. Almost occurring while this thought passed through your head, the finger returned! This time coming right for you as the fingertip slammed into you as the finger pressed against you from outside the thong. Your spherical shape flattened instantly into a disk with a circumference roughly equal to that of the woman’s anus. You feared that you would be pushed past the opening and into her depths, however the sphincter remained tightly closed and you instead were spread out and rubbed into the surface of the fleshy ring as the woman began to scratch around her asshole with her fingernail.
Everything became a flurry of motion as the finger rubbed at the anus, the woman doing her damnedest to quell the bothersome itch she mistook you for, and also ensuring that you were kneaded into every wrinkle. It only lasted seconds and when it was over, the finger retreated and you were once again left alone in darkness. Only this time, you were left smeared over the woman’s anus as a greasy, thin paste. You had been massaged into every nook and cranny of the woman’s butthole, entirely coating its form with a film of your own flesh like a second skin. Your tan color gradually blends with the pink color of the woman’s hole. Somewhat detectable, but nothing that looked wholly unnatural. Your eyes were probably the only real tell, but they too almost blended in, hidden amongst the ridges.
Just then, the anus shuddered and winked open for a second and you sort of peel open over her anal opening. So thin was your consistency that the wrinkles and opening formed through you! The edges around this new hole in you smoothed out and sort of merged with the wrinkled folds that terminated at the center of the anus. This was bad! Really bad! No one, as far as you could tell, knew you were in this woman’s ass, and she herself did not even know you existed. You had no way of really getting the woman’s attention since you were more an asshole than a man at this point. You were not sure how exactly you were going to escape, and that uncertainty filled a sense of dread.
“If this lady leaves the park and I’m still here, what’ll happen?” You asked yourself. “What if I never get out of here? What if she has to use the bathroom?!”
Things had rapidly taken a turn for the worse and while you hoped for a pleasant outcome, the possibility that you could end up living out the remainder of your days on some oblivious, fat-bottomed woman’s asshole was not far from your mind.
Ruth pulled up along a side of the pool, resting against it to catch her breath, when she felt another slight itch in her ass. For a moment she thought to scratch but there were just too many people nearby, so she opted to instead clench her gut, and with a small grunt she passed gas in the water, the noise masked by sounds of the other guests. Ruth knew it was gross, but the annoyance was just too much to ignore. She hoped that a fart might soothe the troubling lint or some such that was almost certainly the culprit. Her itching butthole subsided to a much easier to tolerate tingle. Ruth wondered if she should move on. The pool was suddenly becoming overcrowded, and she was not a people person. The thick woman clicked her tongue and heaved herself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool. Her wide backside jiggled as she sat with her feet in the water, weighing her options.
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