You look up and see two fleshy globs peeking out of an already tight sky of blue fabric. It was impossible to believe, but you were barely the size of an ant. And to make matters worse, it seemed that your brother was about to sit in the chair you were in. You'd recognize his ass anywhere from how little his pants and underwear usually covered. But at this size, your disgust was magnified.
Defying all logic, his rump descended onto you quickly. Far faster than you would have thought anything that size could move. Overcome by paralyzing fear, you can't bring yourself to move until it's too late, and his ass is upon you.
David reclines in the lawn chair, rubbing his butt into it as he gets comfy. You'd think that it would be uncomfortable with his swimming trunks so low, but he had an itch to scratch, so it was rather pleasant. At least until his father was yelling at him to pull his damn pants up. "Not like you're ass isn't ever hanging out," he grumbles in annoyance, yanking his shorts up.
Somehow, you discover that you are still alive. You didn't get crushed under your brother's ass. But instead, you were squeezed tight between his gigantic asscheeks, unable to move an inch. To make matters worse, his hairs had gotten wrapped around your arm, the thick wire-like string impossible to break free from. You pull and tug as much as you can, but it makes no difference.
And just to spite you more apparently, the world shifts and moves, throwing you about. Above you, the light disappears suddenly, leaving you in musky darkness. The scent of sweat and musk rumbles around you, as David sits down again. His ass cheeks jiggle about you as he finally makes contact with the seat again.
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