This choice: Stacey goes to see the girls • Go Back...Chapter #4Stacey goes to see the girls by: Kentwolf   Stacy sadly had neither heard nor felt her tiny friend in her soft plump ass as she stood back up straight, her butt cheeks pressing back together fully, cutting Alex off from the outside world. she could barely move, the soft flesh conforming around her like a ton of hot sweaty memory foam. she made the mistake of opening her mouth to scream for help, only to have the ass flesh fill her mouth, muting her and forcing her mouth to remain widely open. her tiny fingers gripping at the flesh as she tried to push it away from herself, while also trying to pull herself towards escape.
Stacy felt the slight discomfort in her ass and moved her hand back towards it, worrying it might be Alex, though when she realised she had a wedgie, that worry vanished as she jumped to the assumption thats all it was. she hooked her fingers around the suffering panty fabric and slipped the material out of her crack, pulling her panties taut across her ample ass cheeks.
Alex however had suddenly had her grip on the ass cheeks ripped from her as the panty fabric shot past her, knocking into her and twisting her round so she was now dizzy and unknown to her, facing inwards instead of outwards. with the pantys now on right, hugging Stacys ass cheeks, her butt was pulled tighter together, making it even harder for movement in the pitch black compression Alex found herself trapped in. never one to give up, she kept trying to wriggle and pull her way to freedom, slowly pulling herself deeper in.
Alexs world was filled with vibrations and bursts of weightlessness as Stacy walked along to see who else was up, her ass bouncing along with her footfalls, throwing her hidden little captive about with them. inside her ass, Alex was soaked in sweat, both hers and stacys. with no freeflowing air in the tight crevice of her ass, she was hot and the sweat was making it impossible to grip anymore. she couldn't pull herself anywhere. which was lucky because she had been heading blindly towards the ass hole.
Stacy saw Ashley doing her workout and rolled her eyes, thinking how much Ashley needed to learn to just chill out more. she grabbed a pop tart from the kitchen and popped it in her mouth as she walked back to her bedroom. when she got there she smiled thinking she might go for a morning jog, enjoy the fresh air. grabbing her super skin tight running shorts and a sports bra she quickly slipped them on, a loose vest top over the top of her bra. she had to jump up and down to get the tight form hugging shorts up over her ample ass but finally they slipped up into place, holding her ass taut.
Alex couldn't hear much through the mountains of flesh surrounding her so she had no idea what was coming, but suddenly her prison was bouncing up and down rapidly before everything suddenly pressed in on her like a vice. with a slight and totally unheard grunt she found the pressure on all sides compress so much that she couldn't move a muscle. the ass barely moving now, could mean only one thing. Stacy had gotten dressed in something form hugging, now how was she meant to get her attention.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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