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You wake up shrunken at a unknown sleepover.
This choice: Make yourself noticed by Alyssa  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

The mystery thickens

    by: BlackMax Author IconMail Icon
You definitely couldn't stay trapped in a young girl's panties, unnoticed, and about to be squished like a bug against her pussy ! You had to do something. And something came to your mind. You had her pubic hair all across your face, and you maybe could seize and pull one... but how ?

The only way to do so was to seize some of her pubic hair with your mouth and pull them as you could. So, you tried. It tasted bad and it smelled even worse. But you did it ! You shook your head with her pubic hair in your mouth. Outside, Alyssa let out a moan, and she stopped singing. She pulled the waistband of her jogger pants and panties, and saw you, a tiny man fighting to survive in her underwear.

"What the heck !?" she said, eyes round with surprise.The other girls stopped and looked at her, one of them was already laughing "Found a surprise in your pants ? Ahahah" said Elizabeth.

Embarrassed as she's never been before, Alyssa plunged her hand in her panties and picked you up. You released her pubic hair and she lifted you up to her face. "What is this ? A pixie or a gnome ? It was in my panties... Look, girls !"

Okay, so the girls found out about you. You had no idea if that was reassuring or terrifying. Would you get help... or would you be hurt ? "Is that a menstruation thing or something ? He was... grabbing my hair down here..." explained Alyssa. Juanita, the good looking hispanic girl, already had her mensturations. So she answered: "No, absolutely not ! I have no idea what this is ! It lived in your panties or what ?"

All the girls got closer to Alyssa and her hand in which you were. Their faces were towering over you, with smiles and expressions of wonder. You tried to scream to explain yourself : "No ! I'm human ! I fell here by accident, I have no idea how I got this small. Can you take me to an adult or someone so I can get help ? Please ?" The girls heard you and looked at each other. You were convinced these girls would help you. But you had no idea how wrong you were. You tried to make your most convincing smile, but it didn't work.

Elizabeth spoke. "Wait. That little thing was in your panties and was, like, eating your hair ? Gross ! I bet it was enjoying our farts sooner..." You protested: "What ? No, not at all, I was just trying to get some help !" Riley spoke now : "It tried to get help by hiding in Alyssa's panties. It must like the smell inside, right?" she had an evil smile on her cute face. You didn't like where all this was going...

Elizabeth took your from the hands of Alyssa. "Girls, do you want a round 2 of the fart challenge ?" she asked. None of your protests was heard, because all of the girls agreed in laughter. "Then get your butts ready, and full of gas ! We'll give that little thing what it wants !"

In a perfect coordination, Elizabeth took a chair and Riley got some scotch tape. You immediately knew what they were about to do, but you couldn't accept it. Why would these young girls do that ? Just for pleasure? Unceremoniously, Elizabeth put you on the chair, and with two fingers she kept your arms stuck to the seat, like she was about to crucify you.

You tried to struggle with all your force, but it was useless. Despite being about 11 or 12 years old, this girl was way stronger than you. Riley put some scotch tape on your legs, which were immobilized, and one piece of tape per arm. You were completely locked on the seat of that chair.

At the mercy of tween girls... and their gigantic butts.

You quickly got tired of struggling, and the scotch tape didn't move at all.

You begged as much as you could but they didn't care. Worse than that: they laughed at your pathetic wails. Isabella, who was one of the youngest, said "Look at it, so cute when it cries ! Is it like a bug ?" Riley approved. "Yeah, and we'll teach it to spy on us and live in our panties, ahahah !" You started to cry in despair. None of them would listen to you. And they were about to torture you. Powerless, you felt like broken. At your normal size, none of these girls would dare to do that to you...

"So, who first ?" asked Isabella, who was visibly impatient. "Well since it was in your pants, why don't you go first, Alyssa ?" proposed Riley. Alyssa approached the chair, and turned back. All you could see was her enormous butt, and her curved back. Far above, her long black hair falling on her shoulders. She turned her head, and spoke to you. "You pulled my private hair. You'll regret it !"

And she sat quietly on you. Her blue jogger pants were your entire world now. You couldn't move a bit, and even if you could, her butt cheeks were crushing you on that chair. Luckily, you were in the middle of her butt cheeks. But you could still feel her anus twitching. She was groaning a little, doing her best to fart as strong as she could.

All your pleas were muffled. The chair creaked as she was twitching on it, crushing your limbs with her rounded ass. Finally, it came like thunder. From above you, a gargle, and from the opened anus, a sirocco of vile and warm violent wind fell upon you. The smell was atrocious, and earthy taste which invaded your nose and your mouth. The fart in itself lasted a very long time for you : a few seconds for Alyssa. A last 'clap' from her anus indicated she was done. She also let out a sigh of relief, happy to have punished you. She twisted again on the chair, spreading the smell.

You coughed, your eyes burned because of that toxic smell. It was so strong that you felt her fart on you, making you feel dizzy. "Nice one, Alyssa ! But I'm sure I can do better ! Is it my turn now ?" Isabella said. "Go on, I just hope it can survive until the last of us ! Ahah !" Elizabeth said.

Alyssa stood up. Your breathing was hoarse, and Isabella noticed that. "Hey ! Look at it, it tries to inhale Alyssa's fart !"she said, and the girls laughed. Isabella was smaller than Alyssa, and her butt was also less big (even though it was massive from your point of view). She was a cute brown girl with green eyes, and was wearing tight jeans and a pink top tank. She was biting her pink lips with impatience. "This is gonna be so fun !" she said, and her gigantic butt got closer and closer.

She spread her butt cheeks as she was sitting on you, so you were rather squeezed by her jeans than her butt cheeks. You felt her pushing and trying for a while but nothing came. She was moaning: "Ah, wait a minute girls..." Isabella said. Then you felt it, it made no noise but its stench put you to agony. While Isabella let out a sigh of solace for all her efforts, you thought you forgot how fresh air was. The stench had nothing in common with Alyssa's fart, it was very different. But equally unbearable. "Oh no, it was a silent one... Can I get another turn ?" asked Isabella.

"Nah. Alyssa's winning... for now ! And it's my turn !" Juanita said. "Still breathing heavily like it wants to catch some farts, ahah ! Bueno, tell me how the Taco Supreme I ate this noon taste like, bug !" And mercilessly, this 13 years old girl sat on you like you weren't there. She was wearing black sports shorts and a black crop top. You saw her belly before she turned: her butt was really big for a girl her age, it was like a moon for you. Her smooth back was showing above her shorts, then disappeared as her ass crushed you.

The fabric was softer than Isabella's jeans, but she had sweat and it smelled already terrible. Her fragrance and sweat invaded your lungs. You tried to hold your breath, but it was useless; the atmosphere was too toxic and you had to breath quickly and heavily to try not passing out. The smell of the previous farts were still lingering on you, and Juanita was already pushing to release another bomb on you.

"Don't break the chair !" You heard Elizabeth say, laughing. And it arrived. Like a Tommy-gun, even her shorts trembled with the multiple impacts of her monstrous farts. It slapped you with force, even through the fabric of her panties and her shorts. Beyond the earthy, toxic, nefarious smell, it effectively smelled like a digested Taco Supreme.

It lasted an incredible amount of time, and she went for another round. You couldn't breathe, and were lacking oxygen.The third round was a big wet fart, like a bubble exploding on you. All of this plus the heat of her butt made you progressively lose consciousness.

You fainted under Juanita's ass. When you woke up, you didn't know how much time had passed, but Juanita was standing up, and the girls were above you, smiling and laughing. Elizabeth and Riley didn't have turns, yet...

"Well, it loves farts so much it must be full of them now, ahahah !" Elizabeth said. She wasn't wrong, the smell of all you endured was still lingering on you.

You coughed, barely awake. "Please..." you tried to say. "What did it say ? It wants more ? Ahahah!" Riley said. "I don't know, Juanita probably stuffed it, ahahah. What if we played another way with it ? I want to squish it." Elizabeth said, with an evil smile.

You have the following choices:

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1. Elizabeth and Riley wants their turn

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2. They do another game with you

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3. Other

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