This choice: a seat that was just pulled down, ready to be sat on. • Go Back...Chapter #5Archenemy at the Theater by: Unknown You saw the empty seat only a second before you crashed into it, skidding across the rough fabric surface. Your body was crushed and squashed from the fall, and you were only able to move ever so slightly. You flipped yourself over onto your back, and stared up into the air. It was then that you realized the chair you had fallen on had actually been pulled down. And that only meant one thing.
Standing in front of you was the towering form of a teenage girl, with her back to you. You squinted at her in the darkness of the theater, trying to discern who it was. All you could tell was that she was wearing an incredibly risqué skirt, not even reaching to half way down her thighs. From this angle, you could clearly see the black thong she was wearing, wedged tightly between her plump butt cheeks.
You continued to stare at her, trying to piece together her identity. You could see the top half of her was just as seductive, as she was simply wearing a tight black sports bra. Seeing her sultry outfit, you managed to come to the conclusion that it was none other than your hated nemesis, Kara.
Kara was second only to Patty in terms of how much you hated her. Ever since you could remember, she would squash you, crush you, fold you up, and then do terrible things to you. She had worn you as clothing, used you as a sex toy, eaten you many times, and everything in between. Patty was the only person in the world more ruthless than her, but that didn’t make her any better.
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One memory in particular came to mind. You were at your house, as Patty had invited Kara over just to torment you. You were helping your mom make some pancakes from scratch, including mixing the batter. You had been sitting on the counter, totally minding your own business, when Kara had waltzed into the kitchen. Your mom had briefly left to use the restroom, and Kara decided to fully take advantage of the situation.
Kara had picked you up, and crushed you up into a tiny blob. You had attempted to fight against her, but she was easily able to overcome your feeble struggles. With a mock kiss, she had dropped you into the pancake batter. Your mom came back a few moments later, and approached the batter with her mixer in hand. Before she could even look into the batter, Kara engaged your mom in deep conversation about fashion. Your mom loved fashion, and her full attention was on Kara as she began to mix the batter. Kara had cunningly ruined your chances at rescue.
You had been mixed and crushed, your gummy body easily being churned into the same gooey consistence of pancake batter. You were then poured into a pancake mold, heated up and baked, and then served to the three girls. Of course, your mom had picked the pancake that was you, and you were promptly devoured by her. You spent the next twenty four hours in her stomach and digestive system, until Patty rescued you from the toilet bowl before your mom flushed. God, you hated Kara!
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You snapped out of your reminiscing, and began to realize that waiting around to figure out Kara’s identity hadn’t been the brightest plan you had ever conceived. You should have taken the chance to escape while you could, but it was too late by the time you realized your grave mistake. Kara sat down, plopping into her seat. Her creamy butt cheeks slammed down into you with incredible force, instantly squashing you flat.
You didn’t even have a chance to yell her name, and alert yourself to her. Her descent had been so quick, and had totally caught you off guard. You were plastered like a sticker to her bare left butt cheek, hidden from the rest of the world. You were about to buzz and squirm to try and get the unaware giantesses’ attention, but you suddenly stopped.
You weren’t sure if you wanted Kara to know what had happened to you. There was a chance she would be nice and rescue you. She could also rescue you, and then do something much worse to you. However, if you didn’t get her attention, you could be on her ass for a long, long time. When she stood up, her skirt would cover you, leaving you trapped for who knows how long. What do you eventually decide?  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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