As your vision cleared, you realized that the girl’s gym bag had knocked you further down the bench, and farther away from the locker room’s exit, a place you so desperately wanted to get to, and as quickly as possible. As you stood up, your legs wobbling ever-so-slightly, you tried to get your bearings on your current position, and what immediate dangers made up your surroundings.
This proved to be much more than your male mind could handle, as you took in the sight of over ten attractive, oblivious teenage girls in various states of undress. The giantesses towered over you, and your tiny body quivered in fear. You willed yourself to take another step, but found yourself overwhelmed by a mix of terror and arousal.
At the same time, the girl nearest to you was slipping out of her lacrosse outfit, letting the skin-tight shorts and clingy jersey fall to the floor. She unclipped her sports bra and stepped out of her panties, tossing them behind her back. The sweaty, discarded underwear collapsed on top of you, knocking you down and snapping you out of your petrified daze.
Realizing the dangerous position that you had found yourself in, you scrambled around in a panic, unable to see anything in the pitch-black “cave” the underwear had formed around you. The foul smell of sweat and dirt assaulted your senses, and you felt your vision swimming. Struggling for consciousness, you followed a faint trail of light and popped out from under the dirty bra and panties, still on the bench.
Unfortunately for you, the empty bench space you had just crawled onto was exactly the spot where the lacrosse player above you was planning on sitting down. You watched in horror as her absolutely massive, bare, fleshy ass descended down onto the bench, and right on top of you. You had nowhere to escape to, and all you could do was scream. Sadly, your cries were drowned out by the gossip and chatter amongst all the girls in the locker room.
The lacrosse player’s squishy ass crashed down onto the bench, her flesh rippling as it impacted on the wooden bench. Your tiny body was buried under what felt like several tons of weight as her right butt cheek landed directly on top of you. Her ass was so huge, and your body so insignificant, that the girl didn’t even feel you beneath her.
You tried to move, but the girl’s entire weight was pressing down on you, and you couldn’t even budge. You felt the air slowly being squeezed out of your lungs, and all of your senses were overwhelmed by the incredibly strong scent of sweat. All outside noises were muted through the girl’s jiggly butt flesh. A small part of you wondered if this was going to be the end of your life, but your body stayed intact. It seemed as if your shrunken self was much more tolerant to pain and pressure.
Regardless, your current situation still hurt quite a bit, and was incomparably uncomfortable, so you let out a little cheer of happiness when the girl began to stand back up. That happiness quickly shattered into terror as you felt your tiny body rise with her. Because she had asserted so much pressure onto you, and because her ass was so sticky and wet from sweat, you found yourself plastered to her naked butt cheek, glued on by sweat.
As you fought to peel yourself off, you felt the girl shift around, and you knew what was coming next. With a muffled cry of fear, the girl shimmied fresh, clean panties up her legs, and brought the waistband up around her hips. With a flick of her wrists, she let the waistband snap into place, and the panties slapped against her. A wall of pink fabric collided into your body, causing you to shout out in startled pain. The constricting panties added a new layer of pressure, and shoved your tiny body even further against the girl’s jello-like butt cheek.
You were now one-hundred percent trapped, with no hope of escaping this situation by yourself. You almost cried as you felt the girl wiggle into tight booty shorts, and felt another layer of pressure press into your poor body as the girl adjusted the shorts into place. With a blissfully unaware smile on her face, the girl slipped into a clean bra and a cute blouse, and then began gathering up her belongings.
Oblivious to the tiny prisoner pinned against her butt cheek, the lacrosse girl strolled out of the locker room, swinging her gym bag by her side. Her butt swayed side-to-side as she walked, and her flesh consistently jiggled, nauseatingly rocking you back and forth. You fought down the urge to vomit inside of your mascot suit, and prayed for a swift end to this torment.
The lacrosse girl exited the locker room, where another girl was already waiting for her. The other girl also had a gym bag with lacrosse equipment inside of it.
“Hey Chelsea! That was quite the game!” The other girl waved happily to the lacrosse girl who’s butt you were currently pressed against.
“Yeah, it was.” Your captor responded, confirming that her name was Chelsea. Of course, you barely heard any of this, as a majority of outside noise was muffled by Chelsea’s butt flesh, her panties, and her booty shorts.
“What do you want to do now? Our sport is over, so we can technically head home, remember? We don’t have to wait for the bus because I have my car.” Chelsea’s friend explained.
“Right. I forgot.” Chelsea stroked her chin thoughtfully. As she thought of what to do next with her day, you quivered in fear of what this unknowing giantess was going to do next. Whatever she chose, you would unwittingly be brought along, after all.
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