Okay, this girl seemed kind, and despite the fact that she farted on you a few seconds ago, she had no idea you were there: you had to catch her attention so this kind of incident wouldn't happen again. Plus, she might help you. You had no idea how, since you just woke up shrunk in that sleepover, but someone, somewhere, must have a solution !
You climbed on the folds of her jogger pants, while she was peeing. Her black calves where towering you. From the edge of her jogger pants, on which you tried to get balance, you could see she had white panties with a red heart printed on them. "Just be careful not to fall inside these panties, or it'll be hell..." you thought to yourself. You couldn't have said better...!
Alyssa, that cute Black girl, started moving: she grabbed the toilet paper roll, and her movement made you lost balance before you could try to scream to get her attention. In the bedroom, the girls had put some music. You fell back and slide to the middle of her white panties, where it's narrow... the part that was in contact with her pussy. You could smell her strong fragrance, plus some sweat.
You couldn't stay here, you had to do something - too late. Alyssa was already up and she wiped. She tossed the paper in the toilet bowl, and flushed. Quickly, she pulled her pants and panties up, without even a look down to you. You screamed, but to no avail : the flush and the music covered your miserable wails.
Her lips, ornate with a few hairs, came close and closer. And that was it. You were in contact with her delicate black smooth skin, and she had no idea you were there. For now, at least. Your face was squeezed by her panties against her labia, and you had to endure her hair on your face. You could barely move, because she pulled up her panties real tight. And her jogger pants caused the light to disappear: you were in complete darkness.
Heat began to rise, to an uncomfortable level. Alyssa started to walk, and you could feel each of her movements. The smell of urine and her body fragrance invaded you, and breathing became very difficult. You thought you'd lack air soon... and you started to sweat. Alyssa was starting from her labia too. Weirdly, you felt thirsty. But you had nothing to drink.
As the smell of her sweat became stronger, and her girlhood was stuck right to your face, you had an idea. Maybe it was stupid, but you'd try. You sucked the pearls of sweat from Alyssa's pussy. The taste was horrible, salty and warm, but it was better than nothing... It might help you survive. She probably have felt something, because she scratched her crotch, hurting you and crushing you further against her pussy. Her pubic hair were a nightmare. There weren't that much, but to your size, it was enough to be a real discomfort.
Innocently, Alyssa came back to the bedroom, with some febreze. "Here ! Should smell better ahah !". If only it smelled better in her panties, you thought... She sat down, stretching her panties. You had no choice but to be more and more squeezed against her labia. Breathing was almost impossible. But you managed to think, if she felt when you sucked the sweat out of her labia, she might feel you if you did it again, or tried to struggle...
It was useless to try and squirm or struggle. Your tiny prison was too tight. Alyssa was laughing and chatting with the other girls, like nothing terrible was happening. For you, it was a nightmare. You started to cry. Licking her sweat was so humiliating and degrading, but maybe it was your only choice to get out of here. But the lack of oxygen made you really lightheaded and tired. Maybe you could use some sleep in this fabric prison ?
What would you do ?
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