This choice: Vanessa realizes what you are, and she's amused. • Go Back...Chapter #5Pride of the Team by: Unknown Vanessa stared at her friend’s butt for another second, wondering if perhaps her eyes were playing tricks on her. And yet, right there in the middle of her butt cheek, appeared to be a squished tiny, face comically stretched into a pained expression. Vanessa knew that the shorts were uniform across the team, and only had a small logo on the side to represent their college. With a smirk, Vanessa realized her friend had pulverized a poor tiny beneath her derriere.
“Uh, hey Raina! Wait up!” Vanessa called out as her friend touched the handle to the door. Raina, the blissfully unaware girl whose ass you were currently stuck to, looked back at Vanessa with a frown.
“What’s up?” She asked, subconsciously leaning against the door. Her short shorts clad rear end pressed against the door, squashing your face into the wood, and trapping your body between the firm door and her equally firm but significantly more intimate butt. Vanessa let her smile grow, and she motioned for Raina to walk back over. Still a bit confused, your captor obliged, strolling back towards the center of the locker room. Most of the rest of the team had turned to watch, curious as to what was going on.
Once Raina reached Vanessa, the purple haired beauty stepped behind her, knelt down, and flicked a finger against Raina’s butt, generating a startled gasp from the bewildered blonde. With minimal effort, Vanessa peeled you free from Raina’s ass, and dangled you in the air for the rest of the team to see.
“It appears to me, that Miss Raina has squashed a poor tiny under her cute little butt!” Vanessa announced, eliciting a few gasps, a few laughs, and a furious blush from Raina. “Of course, that only makes one wonder how such an adorable little guy got stuck to Raina’s booty. Maybe he snuck in here to spy on us gorgeous gals while changing?”
A few more girls laughed, and one redhead snickered loudly. “I’d say he got more than he bargained for!”
Vanessa nodded. “Indeed.” She grinned, rubbing her thumb up and down your body, stimulating your arousal (no matter how hard you fought) and simultaneously keeping you flattened and unable to explain yourself. “The question now, is what we do with the little squirt?”
“Give him what he came for!” A girl, currently only in her sports bra, stepped forward. She leaned over and shook her abundant chest back and forth, jiggly flesh threatening to spill from her top. “He’d never be seen again if you dropped him down here.” The girl jerked her chin down to her cleavage.
Vanessa hummed. “Yeah, I’d wager!” With playful mischief, she dangled your tiny form above the girl’s cleavage abyss, and you mentally screamed.
Another girl piped up. “Ooh ooh! Aren’t tinies really squishy, and stretchy?” She mused, absentmindedly twirling her hair. “What if we, like, molded him into something? My tiny dormmate and I have done some real kinky stuff in the past!”
Your renewed your efforts to wiggle and reform, generating a laugh from every girl in the room as you thrashed helplessly in Vanessa’s steel pincher grasp. Vanessa laughed heartily. “I think little tiny likes that idea!”
Having stared at you intently for the past few minutes, Raina’s blush had died down, and something of a sparkle in her eyes had lit up. Something like…desire. Clearing her throat, she spoke up. “What if…we made him into our team’s official mascot?”
Vanessa blinked, and everyone stared at her. Raina continued. “I mean, what if this little cutie is our new mascot? We could spread awareness around on social media, maybe even merchandise? We actually don’t have a mascot yet anyway, and I think it’d be really unique.”
Vanessa’s face lit up. “That’s a fantastic idea!” Her smile grew from ear-to-ear. “And I have the perfect addition. This little guy, along with being our mascot, can be our team’s special prize! Everytime we win a game, one of us gets to keep the adorable little squishy until next time we meet up. One whole week with the tiny guy to yourself!”
Every girl in the room either smiled, cheered, or blushed sheepishly. Meanwhile, you thrashed and fought, screaming silent cries to the heavens that went unanswered.
“But…” Vanessa cautioned. “…if we don’t win our game this weekend, I’m tossing little tiny here back outside, where he’ll scamper off forever. This mascot program is not going to fly if we lose the big game. Tiny here…” She lifted you high above her head. “…is going to be our motivator to win, and our prize if we do!”
All the giantesses clapped, and Vanessa knelt back down by Raina’s side. With a forceful clap, Vanessa slapped you back onto Raina’s ass, kneading your body into her friend’s toned buttocks until you were stuck once more. She then pressed her face against the side of Raina’s butt, and motioned for one of the other girls to pull out her phone.
“Say cheese, little cutie!” Vanessa urged, smiling radiantly as the giggly girl snapped a photo of you sprawled helplessly on Raina’s rear end, and Vanessa grinning happily. As the girl sent the photo out to every social media network she was a part of, she made sure to link back to the newest mascot of the Middletown University volleyball team.
One girl frowned, and looked at Vanessa. “What do we say about this to Chelsea? Isn’t she, like, super protective of tinies and their rights? She’s even hung out with that crazy Amy chick, I think. She’s best friends with her own tiny dormmate…whatever his name is.”
“Yeah…” Vanessa nodded. “…Chelsea’s wouldn’t agree with this. I mean, we’re just giving the tiny guy what he clearly wanted, sneaking into a locker room filled with hotties like us. He gets more giantess action than he’d ever dreamed of, and we get the motivation we needed to win! It’s mutually beneficial! But, Chelsea would disagree, you’re right.
“Thankfully, if you recall, Chelsea deleted her social media accounts just the other day. Said she wanted to spend more time studying, practicing volleyball, and hanging out with her tiny dormmate. I’ve never seen the guy, but he’s lucky to chill with a sexy gal like her.” The irony of Vanessa’s speech was not lost on you. If only they knew who you were.
The purple haired giantess continued. “Anyway, I’m rambling. As long as nobody in here says anything to Chelsea about this, I doubt she’ll ever find out. That girl can be a touch oblivious sometimes.” Vanessa turned to Raina. “And as for you, I think your booty is as good a spot as any for the tiny guy’s first day on the job. Have fun out there!”
Raina smiled and tried to hide her obvious blush as she walked out of the locker room. The rest of the team followed, capped off by Vanessa. The busty giantess was floating on cloud nine, the realization of how easily the team would be motivated to win by the presence of an amazing squishy guy as their reward. While the renown their team would gain once public knowledge of their tiny mascot appeased her, nothing thrilled her more than the possibility of the tiny being hers, even for a week.
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