This choice: Hanging onto Zoey’s Bikini Bottoms • Go Back...Chapter #6Hanging onto Zoey’s Bikini Bottoms by: Haro-Haze   It had been a normal day at PCA. Nicole had just finished math class, and was now stopping in Room 101 to grab a notebook. She placed her back pack down at the end of her bed, then started walking towards her deck to grab the notebook. That's when things got weird.
Nicole suddenly felt lightheaded, like the floor was dropping out from under her. That wasn't quite what was happening, but the real situation was so strange it defied explanation. The floor wasn't falling, she was, even though she was still standing on the ground. It was her height that was falling away, inches dropping away rapidly, until she was standing in the middle of Room 101 at only a centimeter tall.
"What the hell? I shrunk?" Nicole screamed, looking up at the towering furniture of their dorm room. "How is this possible? Did Quinn add some stupid science junk to my food or something?"
Her first instinct was to go for help, but she knew she wouldn't be able to open the dorm room door, with the knob seemingly 100 feet in the air. As she looked at it with despair, it suddenly turned. The door swung open, revealing a massive Zoey Brooks.
Zoey strode into the room, and Nicole instinctively took a step back. Zoey was usually a little shorter than her, but now she looked like the Statue of Liberty had decided to start walking around.
"Zoey! Zoey! Down here!" Nicole shouted.
Predictably, this didn't work. Her tiny voice was much too quiet for Zoey to hear, so the only answer Nicole got from Zoey was the sight of her enormous flip flopped foot swinging towards her.
"AHHHHHHH!!!!" Nicole shrieked as she saw the dirty bottom of Zoey's flip flop, expecting to be nothing more than gunk between the treads in a moment. She closed her eyes and flinched, then...
BOOM!!
Zoey's foot dropped down behind Nicole, narrowly avoiding flattening her. She opened her eyes, shocked to be alive, as Zoey continued into the room, casually kicking off her flip flops and opening her drawer. Nicole knew she might not get that lucky the next time Zoey or Lola walked across the room. She had to get her friend's attention, and she had to do it quick. She started cautiously approaching Zoey.
Nicole was briefly taken aback as her giant friend began to strip, pulling off her shirt and unclasping her bra. She'd seen her roommate change before of course, but she'd never seen anything quite like this. Each of Zoey's now exposed boobs was now the size of a PCA dorm room. As Zoey reached over and picked up a bikini top, they bounced and swayed with her movements, and Nicole realized that she could easily be squished between the giant breasts if she were to get near them. That would be even more embarrassing than getting stepped on.
Nicole continued to approach her giant friend. But she wasn't moving fast enough. Zoey had already dropped her jeans and was pushing them aside. Nicole knew what Zoey was doing: she was getting ready to go tan on the roof. She did this every Thursday after her last class. Lola was probably already up there. If she didn't get Zoey's attention now, she'd be alone in this room for hours. Nicole needed to get to Zoey now.
Just as she was getting close, a pink and white wall dropped down in front of her. She was surprised for a moment, put them she recognized it for what it was: Zoey's bikini bottom. Zoey was already stepping her feet into it, and was about to pull it up. If she could just get to Zoey's hand...
She couldn't. She jumped towards Zoey's hand, but they were already rising out of her reach. So Nicole grabbed whatever she could and held on for dear life. She just managed to catch the string of Zoey's bathing suit. Zoey tugged up her bottoms, dragging Nicole into the air. As soon as Nicole left the ground, she realized this was a bad idea. But there was no way to break out of this now. She was already level with Zoey's knees, and still rising. When she looked up, she could see Zoey's gigantic pale butt hanging above her, visible tan lines showing which skin Zoey usually kept covered. But Nicole could see it all. And she was headed right towards it.
THWACK!!
Nicole face planted into her best friend's exposed butt cheek. It was like being slapped across her entire body at once. Zoey's muscular glute was a padded wall that absorbed the impact of her effortlessly, while Nicole's tiny frail body was overwhelmed by it. Then Zoey stood up, and Nicole slid along the curve of the cheek as she did. Zoey's muscle relaxed, and her cheek became a softer cushion for Nicole to hang against.
Nicole then did the worst possible thing: she looked down. She saw how high up she was, she saw Zoey's giant feet shifting below, and she knew she needed help, NOW.
Meanwhile, Zoey checked out her ass in the mirror, thrusting it out a little bit. Nicole was pushed off the cheek a bit by the force of her jutting hips, and she saw herself in the mirror, screaming, as she swung away, then back into, the giant ass. She kicked frantically against the skin of the blonde's ass, hoping to get her to look at her position. But Zoey didn't notice that as anything more than the feeling of the bikini string sliding across her ass. And so, Zoey didn't waste any more time. She slipped on her flip flops and headed for the door. And as Zoey walked out of the room, Nicole trailed behind her, like a tiny tail, too small for Zoey to notice.
Meanwhile, there was no move Zoey could make that Nicole would not notice. From the first step Zoey took, Nicole had begun the ride of her life.
Nicole was hanging against Zoey's right cheek. Every time the giant girl took a step with her right foot, the cheek seemed to retreat from her, letting her swing free for a moment. But Nicole could see it just in front of her, seemingly waiting to attack. It was hard not to personify something so powerful, even if she knew it was really just part of her friend's ass. Then Zoey stepped with her left foot, pushing her right cheek back just as Nicole swung towards it, helpless to do anything else but rush forward into it.
THWACK!!
She bounced against squishy butt flesh, slipping easily off her friend's smooth, moisturized butt cheek.
WHUMP!!
This time Nicole swung into part of her cheek covered by the bathing suit. It absorbed the impact a bit, though the slick fabric it was made of caused it to slip through her fingers when she tried to hold. The lesser bounce of hitting fabric would cause her to swing into exposed cheek on the next hit. Then
THWACK!!
Another step, another face full of butt cheek. She bounced, just like last time she hit skin, causing her to swing towards the bathing suit covered butt cheek again.
WHUMP!!
Nicole continued to alternated impacts, never getting so much as a moment's rest. The steady rhythm of Zoey's steps meant she had a constant beat of pain to look forward to with every swing. She reflexively tightened her grip just before each hit, not wanting a blow to the head to cause her to let go.
Then Zoey reached the stairs. There was no elevator to the roof deck, so Zoey had to walk up a couple flights of stairs to get there. Lola and Nicole often whined about this, but Zoey didn't mind at all. She climbed the stairs quickly, with the slapping of her flip flops against the steps echoing through the stairwell.
Nicole's dislike of the stairs became pure hatred. The pace of Zoey's steps picked up as she went from long strides to short hops up the steps. The rise of Zoey's butt cheek as she stepped up was more pronounced than when she stepped forward, adding some verticality to Nicole's torment. No longer content to just swing forward and back, Nicole would occasionally be launched upward, letting her get a better view of Zoey's ass before gravity and momentum alike sent her slamming down into it.
Nicole didn't know how much longer she could hold on. But she knew that if she did let go, she'd either be smashed against the stairs, or squashed under the flip flop of some other girl who wanted to tan. Either way, she would die. She drew on primal strength and pure adrenaline as the muscles in her arms helped her fight for her life as she continued to smack against Zoey's cheek.
Finally, Zoey walked out onto the roof. Lola was already there, laying on her back on one of the recliners, and Zoey was walking towards the other. Nicole knew her butt based beatdown was almost over. Well, as long as Zoey laid on her stomach anyway. Nicole was quickly realizing that even if she managed to hang on, it must just guarantee her a painful crunch beneath Zoey's butt cheek. Not that she had much time left to hold on. She could feel herself slipping down the string, and she suspected she only had a few more seconds before it slipped free from her grasp entirely.
What happens as Zoey approaches the recliner?
1. Nicole hangs on to the string, ending up pinned under Zoey's ass as she lays down on her back to tan.
2. Nicole hangs on to the string, landing stop Zoey's fleshy cheek as she lays on her stomach.
3. Nicole loses her grip, landing in Lola's cleavage just before Lola rolled over onto her stomach.
4. Nicole loses her grip and lands in a drink for one of her giant friends.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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