“It’s time for me to go out dancing!” Avery proudly declared. “Morgan and I have been dying to visit that new night club that opened up a few weeks back.” The pink-haired giantess paused for a moment, then gasped. “OMG! I can ask Quinn to come too! That’d be totes awesome! The three of us…and you, Hunter.” Avery giggled, stroking your taut limbs hugging her hips. “For real though, last time talking to you, Hunter. See you in a week…or so!”
True to her word this time, Avery immediately stopped mentioning you, and went about digging out an appropriately sexy outfit from her closet and drawers to wear to the night club. Her slightest shifts in movement caused you immeasurable discomfort, but it was slowly dawning on you that, unless a miracle saved you, your week of suffering with Avery was only going to get significantly worse from here.
The ditzy girl eventually settled on a risqué pink miniskirt and matching halter top that showed off most of her lean stomach. She took another minute to touch up her make-up before dashing out of her room, practically skipping downstairs. You mentally groaned as her thick ass cheeks chewed up your malleable body, each step causing her booty to jiggle and squeeze into your elongated form. This was hell.
Strolling into the living room, Avery found Morgan and Quinn, and she struck a dramatic pose and winked. “Who's gonna hit up the club with me? Huh?” She asked, excitedly.
Morgan looked her twin in the eye for a second before sighing. “Oh, I totally forgot about that. You really want to do that tonight?”
Avery nodded happily. “Uh huh. It’ll be kinda like a celebration for moving in. It’ll totes be fun, too! Hee hee!”
Morgan rolled her eyes, but stood up from the couch and stretched. “Yeah, I’ll go. IF ONLY to stay sober and drive your sorry butt home when you get plastered. You drink way too much when we got out to clubs.”
Avery gave her sister a mischievous smirk, and didn’t dispute her statement. She merely turned to Quinn and winked. “I’d love for you to come with, Quinn. Have some fun dancing and drinking?”
To the mild surprise of the twins, Quinn nodded and also stood. “Sure, whatever. Sounds nice, I guess.” She said, and with that being her only explanation, she walked away and up to her room. Morgan followed, and the two girls took about fifteen minutes to get ready. Avery passed the time by looking at her phone and pacing, her constant movement grinding her thick butt cheeks mercilessly against your body. You begged for her to stop, but your silent mental pleas obviously didn’t reach her.
Morgan and Quinn returned, dressed for a night out. Morgan had changed into a simple but attractive red dress, and seemed to be slightly anxious about wearing one, as it wasn’t too typical of her. On the subject of typical, Quinn had slipped into a black blouse and black skinny jeans. The simplicity of the outfit really fit her, as did the literal FIT of the clothes. Even Avery was ever-so-slightly taken aback by how snuggly Quinn’s jeans hugged her shapely rear.
A possible flirtatious remark died on Avery’s lips when Morgan cut her off. “Hunter is with you, right?” She inquired, while beginning to walk outside.
Avery paled, but recovered quickly. “Uh…no. No. He’s upstairs. Didn’t think a night club would be too safe, and he was really tired. Looked super cute all snuggled up on my bed.”
Morgan, approaching her car and not looking back at her twin, shrugged. “Aw, that’s a shame. Oh well. Don’t forget him when we get back.” Just like that, Morgan dropped the issue. Had she seen the overtly conspicuous look on Avery’s face, she’d be more concerned, but she hadn’t. As such, she had no reason to not trust her sister’s words.
Quinn gave Avery a look with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing. The three roommates piled into Morgan’s car and were off to the night club. You hadn’t heard a word of any conversation while trapped deep in Avery’s sweltering ass, as most sounds were muffled. However, it didn’t take a genius to guess your surroundings as Avery plopped into the passenger’s seat, her bubble butt compressing as she wiggled to get comfortable. Any spare space you had was gone in an instant, your entire being enveloped in slick ass flesh.
The ride was not more than fifteen minutes, but it practically felt like an eternity to you. The faintest bump in the road caused crazy vibrations in Avery’s doughy buttocks, which of course reverberated right back onto you. Not only was the tightness of your confines painful, the strain on your tiny limbs hugging Avery’s wide hips tiring, and the ever-growing sweat and stench overwhelming, but this entire scenario was humiliating beyond belief. You were furious at Avery for using you like her own personal object, while at the same time acknowledging that she really was just an airheaded girl who didn’t know how horribly she was truly treating you.
Reaching the night club, the three girls hurried inside, and found the club to be packed to the brim with inebriated partiers and over-worked security guards. Avery, utilizing her rather lucrative salary as a model, purchased tickets with ease, and your giantess roommates eventually wormed their way through the crowd and found an empty booth to sit at and take stock of their bearings.
It was dark in the club, and the music was blaring loud and the lights were pulsing constantly. Even inside of Avery’s butt, you could still hear the pounding of the dance music bass. Admittedly though, it was hard to focus on the music, as the more pressing issue was the heat. Inside the packed night club, the temperature had risen substantially, and this was reflected by copious amounts of sweat beginning to roll off Avery’s buttocks and soaked your body. An unpleasant stench also built in intensity.
Heedless to all of this, Avery waved to her sister and new friend, and then skipped off on her own, eventually finding her way to the bar. Throwing down some cash granted Avery a succulent alcoholic beverage which she drained in seconds, followed instantly by a refill. Avery was as lightweight as they came, and already feeling the effects of her sobriety flying out the window, Avery giggled and stumbled onto the dance floor.
By chance, the club had just begun to blare one of Avery’s favorite songs. A dopey grin spreading on her beautiful face, Avery let loose an excited squeal that rang as a chorus with all of the other partiers. She then began to unleash herself on the dance floor, joining the rest of the club’s patrons in jumping around, spinning in circles, and twerking.
As soon as Avery rocketed into motion, your night became twice as horrible. The miniskirt she was wearing was sexy as hell, but hardly tight on the same level as Quinn’s jeans. Because of this, Avery’s might derriere swung side-to-side with her movements, jiggling and swaying like she did. Her butt cheeks clapped and slammed together in time with the music, crunching up your thong-shaped body and mashing you painfully, over and over.
It wasn’t long before Avery’s miniskirt had ridden up a bit, leaving a fair bit of her gorgeously eye-catching booty out for all to see (and it did draw quite a few eyes). Still, Avery was too far gone to care, and she merely laughed gleefully as she continued dancing. With each movement, your body was drawn up more and more into the embrace of her buttcheeks, sweat, stench, and darkness becoming your entire world. Your visual human features were also beginning to fade due to the constant smearing and smashing of your battered, bruised form.
After an hour, Avery stumbled in a haze back to the bar and chugged another alcoholic drink. She felt as light as a feather, and happier than she’d been in weeks. Dreamily, she sighed, wishing that her adorable new roommate had come along to the club instead of staying at the apartment (because yes, of course airheaded, scatterbrained Avery had already forgotten what she’d done to you because of her inebriation, believing her own made-up excuse for you instead of remembering the truth).
Sighing, Avery figured she could just find someone else to flirt with, or else dance until she dropped from exhaustion. Requesting a fourth drink, Avery absentmindedly scratched at her butt, and hiked her thong up just a bit more. It was slick with seat, but still comfy and supportive. Of course, Avery had no clue in the world that adjusting her underwear so casually only truly succeeded in mashing your face up into her asshole, wedging you in the darkest, deepest part of her booty.
Grabbing her drink, Avery grinned lazily. This was such a great night!
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