This was all… moving much too quickly for you. Sure, you needed help, but you weren’t so sure your new sweaty ‘girlfriend’ was going to give you the kind of help you needed. But… was there anything you could say to deescalate the situation? At least she was happy with you right now; what if you made her mad? Your life would literally be in her hands and no one else would even care that you’d disappeared. With an internal sigh, you resigned yourself at least for… well… essentially for the foreseeable future, hoping you could get Monique to focus more on the caretaker aspect than the girlfriend part.
“U-umm… yeah! A uh… lover… is probably the best kind of caretaker.”
You were astonished by how happy you could apparently make Monique, her eyes sparkling so much now they were practically blinding.
“I know, right? We’re going to be sooo good together, you’ll see! Oh, and since we’re official and all, I’m guessing you want to see me try on all these undies, yeah?” Monique’s smiling face turned lecherous as she glowered down at you in her palm, sure there was no way her little boyfriend could pass up the show.
You, however, weren’t as enticed as she thought. Sure, you were resigned to your situation, but you were hoping you could ease into this, not dive straight into the deep end. You had to slow this down. “Uh, no Monique! Umm… the undies you have actually look perfect on you! They’re uh… just the way I like them!” You of course had no idea what Monique’s lower body even looked like, let alone her underwear, but you were just happy to stop the impending ‘show’.
Monique’s eyebrow quirked in confusion as she looked over her shoulder, presumedly to check out her ass in the changing room mirror, only to have her jaw drop in apparent shock. “You… think THAT is perfect? Really?”
Still unable to see past the bulk of Monique’s upper body and head, you were forced to double down on your play. “O-of course! Everything about back there is perfect!”
You internally fist pumped in victory as a very noticeable blush covered Monique’s pretty face. Of course, Monique still (wrongfully) assumed that you had seen her ass, hips, and thighs in all their glory as you had come in, so although she almost couldn’t believe what you were telling her, she had no real reason to doubt your statement at this point. “Wow… I thought you were just okay with putting up with how… well how my butt can be, ‘thought I might have to uh… give it some extra attention and some new undies to entice you to actually like it a little… but I guess if THIS is your idea of everything being perfect, I won’t have to change a thing!”
You had a sense or foreboding at her statement, but decided it was too late to back out now. “N-nope, like I said, everything’s per…fect?”
As these words left your mouth, Monique raised her hand enough for you to see the mirror over her shoulder… and the sight was… something else. Unbeknownst to you, Monique had already had one of the biggest asses in her high school, but that when she was actively trying to get rid of it… Now that she was in college and altogether more comfortable with herself, her breasts and waist had both grown an inch or two (putting her solidly in D-cup territory), and her ass had blown up to easily surpass 60 inches. This may have been daunting enough to absorb (especially with you being shrunk), but there was so much more to take in…
Monique’s ass was all but on full display in all of its slightly dimpled, moon-white glory, and it not only jiggled with any slight movement, but literally glistened as it was completely smeared with body grease and drooling with beads of sweat. All this was so intimidating that you nearly missed the fact that she was in fact wearing panties… how effectively so was up for debate. The formerly bright white and blue striped panties were abysmally dingy, faded by no doubt swimming pools’ worth of sweat being absorbed and passed through them if their sopping wet, soaked through state was anything to go by, obviously worn far too many times for far too long a period. The poor things were horribly tortured by Monique’s ass sweat, but apparently her butt crack refused to be outdone, the panties’ material literally having been chewed and ground by her cheeks’ movements into a horribly twisted, half eaten, drooling wedgie.
“Man, it’s surprising that THIS is such a turn on for you.” You hid your cringe as Monique grabbed one of her cheeks with her free hand, giving it a big squeeze and jiggle as her crack devoured even more of her underwear. “But that’s a relief! Since you’re such a connoisseur of big, smelly butts, you shouldn’t have any problem with Veronica either!”
Once again your need to clear up whatever just transpired was overridden by the seeming-randomness of Monique’s conversations. “Umm… Veronica…?”
“Oh, uh… yeah, haha. Kinda forgot to mention… she’s my roommate. We uh… kinda made a HUGE promise after we graduated high school and moved in together for college. We… well, we promised to share everything.”
“Okay? But what does that have to do with—“
“Uh, well… we share EVERYTHING… And umm, since we’re together now, that means… we’ll be sharing you, too.”
You, of course, were once again stunned, giving Monique time to shore her resolve and push through.
“So… ‘guess that means you have two girlfriends now! Lucky you, huh? Haha.”
“Monique, I don’t know—“
“Oh, don’t worry, she’s got a huge ass too! And if you can enjoy my butt even when it’s all soggy like this, I’m sure you’ll do just fine with her… explosions. I’ll even put in a good word for you and make sure she falls for you just as quick as I did!”
You were not happy with where this was going, but apparently in a bid to muscle through this awkward moment, Monique just soldiered on.
“Alright little guy, as much fun as it is hanging out in this dressing room, we should probably get you to your new home. I’d hide you in the undies I was buying, but I think we’ve established me and Veronica won’t be buying anything new in THAT department any time soon. Hahaha.” You couldn’t help but blush as Monique winked at you, despite the misunderstanding. “Anyway, since I can’t fit you in my purse, I don’t have any pockets, and you’re OBVIOUSLY more of an ass than a boob guy, I guess you get another trip into these shorts, huh? Haha. Good thing we know you don’t mind how soggy they are, right?”
Monique smiled happily even as you blanched in horror, her moving too fast to grab her bundled shorts on the floor to notice your face. Your mood didn’t get any better as she held you and the shorts in front of her as she stood before the mirror, showing just how SMALL the shorts were, especially in comparison to her massive set of hips. “Ready for a fun ride, little guy?”
You were pleasantly surprised that she actually waited for a reply, glad you could get a word in. “Monique, actually, I’d rather ride somewhere besides just the back of your shorts…”
Monique’s smile finally faltered at this, before her face scrunched up in confusion. “But I already told you I don’t have anywhere else to carry you unless you want my boob— wait… you said ‘just’ the back of my shorts, right? So… oh, you’re naughty. I guess my undies really ARE perfect, huh? Thought you’d be scared to go that deep this soon, but I’m sure you know best!”
You had no idea what Monique was talking about, and once you did, it was far too late. To your horror, she yanked a bit of her horrible wedgie out of her crack while holding you over her swollen butt… before dropping you into her crack. A shiver sent lightning up Monique’s spine as you slide down into the depth of her crack, only stopping once you were tangled into her mangled underwear. If you thought the shorts smelt horrible and were sopping wet, this was a whole other level. You quite literally felt like you had fallen into a net that was then submerged into a bog… a bog of butt sweat and ass grease. You kicked, flailed, and screamed, but all this did was tangle you more into her underwear and make you actually drink ass sweat that was being wrung out all over you. For Monique’s part, she was in absolute heaven (and thought you were as well), especially when she bent down to put on her shorts and her wedgie drug you even deeper… showing that Monique had plenty of unbridled ass stench to go along with all of the swamp ass smells.
“Oooo, that feels niiiice. You’re gonna travel like this a loooot little guy!”
You could only cringe as every movement from Monique just drug you in more, somehow every centimeter just becoming more wet… and more disgusting smelling.
Choices:
1. You’re forced to experience every second of Monique traveling to your new home.
2. You’re ‘lucky’ enough to pass out, and when you wake up Monique is even more convinced you don’t mind her swampy butt since you were ‘comfortable’ enough to ‘sleep’ in it. (Fast forward to at your new home.)
3. Something interrupts the journey back to your new home, and makes your situation worse…
4. G-Writer’s Choice (Reserved)
5. Writer’s Choice
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