This choice: Almost immediately, disaster strikes. (RESERVED) • Go Back...Chapter #4Wrong Place and Horribly Wrong Time by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker
The game continued, and the women were each beginning to work up considerable amounts of sweat, and the Twister mat was coated in a thin layer of perspiration that made the cheap plastic mat quite slippery. It was obviously worse from your end, as each singular drop of sweat from the bodies of the giantesses was large enough to hit you with the full force of a dunk bucket at a water park, soaking you to your core. Shivering from a slight chill (and the overall disgusting realization that you were coated in sweat) your reflexes and speed began to falter.
It was also obscenely hard to pay proper attention, as the entanglement of the giantesses above you was approaching unavoidably distracting levels of crazy. Ashley was leaned completely backwards in a surprisingly flexible bridge pose, while Jenna's face was practically buried in the busty redhead's tits while trying to stretch across the mat. Mari and Lauren were shoved up chest-to-chest, their prodigious breasts squeezing against each other, and their meaty thighs doing the same. Rio was also in a complicated half-squat and half-lunge pose, demonstrating her impeccable athletic ability.
Your turn came up next, and without even thinking about it, you dashed over to the nearest safe space and planted yourself there. It was only after moving that you noticed Rio's firm buttocks directly above you, as the towering woman held strong in her squatted lunge. You did realize that, since everyone else even forgot you were playing, that you could just move again without penalty, but some intrinsic part of your being refused to stoop to that level by cheating. You'd win this, fair and square.
However, as you (somewhat shamefully) stared up at the tantalizingly perfectly rounded cheeks of your girlfriend's mom, you noticed something odd. Right smack dab in the middle of Rio's right butt cheek, you could make out a small circle-ish shape a distinctly darker shade of tan than the rest of her leggings. Squinting your eyes to see better, you realized that Rio had a tiny little hole in her leggings, and that the darker coloring was her own deeply tanned skin tone poking through the fabric of the leggings.
It was a relatively mundane observation, but one that oddly chilled you.
Just then, you heard the machine say 'MARI. RIGHT HAND GREEN.' You snapped out of your slack-jawed staring at Rio's beauitufl booty, and turned to watch the rest of the game unfolding.
Your girlfriend began sliding her hand across the mat towards the closest green space, groaning a bit at the discomfort of further shoving her tits against Lauren's. However, right before she made it to the green space, her hand passed over her mother's foot. Mari froze, and a quick flash of a devious smile crossed her face. Curling her fingers, Mari shot her hand at the arch of Rio's foot, and began aggressively tickling her mother.
Tickling. Rio's one, and perhaps only, weakness.
Almost instantaneously, Rio fell, her foot slipping out from under her and her legs going weak. She couldn't hold back a quick, desperate laugh, before she managed to slip her foot away from her crafty daughter. Rio tumbled onto the mat, and took a moment to catch her breath and shake her head ruefully.
"My own flesh and blood sabotaged me." She jokingly bemoaned. "And I didn't even know foul play was allowed."
Mari winked at her. "Sorry mom, but I play for keeps, no matter what!"
Rio's eyes glinted with a dangerous glimmer. "Oh, I'll show you in the next game, Mari. You've made an enemy now."
All of the women laughed, and Rio picked herself up from the mat (an audible squelch sound emitting from under her ass as she unstuck from the sweat-slicked mat) then hefted herself onto the couch and plopped back down, taking a few swigs from a water bottle. The game resumed, this time even more fiercely than before now that Mari had started a trend of sabotage.
Of course, you both didn't know anything at all that was going on, and also hadn't heard anything said over the past minute, because the very moment Mari tickled Rio, the destiny of your day had shifted dramatically and irrevocably.
You hadn't even been granted a second to process what was going on before Rio thumped down onto the mat, her gigantic right butt cheek slamming upon you with the force of a million freight trains. Rio's perfect posterior was honed in the fires of a thousand exercise sessions, and her hefty right cheek was unyieldingly firm as it crushed the life out of you. Your body flattened without any chance to fight back, squeezing out into a flat circle-like shape and adhering tightly to Rio's leggings. Or...NOT her leggings? Something felt off to you.
Before you could ponder more, Rio stood up, and the next worst thing happened. Somehow, due to your own sweaty body, Rio's sweaty body, and the slicked mat, your clothes pulled right off as Rio stood, floating away as unnoticed scraps of trash amongst the four remaining competitors. Bare butt naked, you were still firmly stuck to Rio's derriere, though your fresh air didn't last long before Rio plopped again onto the couch, crushing you once more.
The Twister game continued, but all you experienced was the unrelenting crushing pressure of Rio's full weight bearing down on you. She shifted a few times to get more comfortable, dragging her sizable rear end back and forth across the couch, and grinding you mercilessly. Each small movement she made further smeared your flattened squishy body against her leggings...although, again, whatever you were stuck to didn't feel like leggings. Your body felt like it was stuck to something smoother, and warmer. Bare flesh? But how could-
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Rio cheering, which managed to penetrate the all-consuming silence you were buried in. Your mother had fallen, startled by Jenna sneakily unclipping her bra from behind. Topless, Lauren had crashed to the mat and unwittingly put on quite the show as she scooched backwards, flustered, and re-did her bra. Only Jenna, Mari, and Ashley remained, each as committed as the last to winning.
Rio pulled herself off the couch and extended her hand to your mother, helping her stand. However, as Rio had stood up, a part of your body had stuck to the couch instead. Most of you was still glued to Rio's ass, including your head and upper body, but your smeared, misshapen legs flapped free of constraint, flitting about almost comically as Rio pulled your mom to her feet. You began to start trying to reform, not wanting to lose this chance.
Lauren sighed, but with a big smile on her face. "Those girls play dirty, Rio!"
Rio crossed her arms. "We'll show them in the next game, trust me." She turned away from Lauren to peer over at the stack of other games that had been brought downstairs. "Here, what do you think we could win?" She started walking over to the games.
Lauren followed, but before she spoke, her eyes were drawn straight to you...or rather, your unrecognizable smooshed legs flopping about against Rio's prodigious backside. Lauren frowned, peering closer at her best friend's butt, and noted the weird shape of your crushed tan body, half stuck and half free, and the silky smooth bare skin of Rio's right below where your body was squished. After a moment, it all became clear.
Lauren tapped her friend on the shoulder. "Ah, Rio. You have a small rip in your leggings. A little bit of fabric peeling free."
Rio stopped what she was doing and looked over her shoulder, just barely spotting you. She ran her hands over you, rubbing her thumb along your crushed body. "Huh. And I feel like I just got these leggings. Super stretchy fabric and everything. They weren't cheap."
Lauren smiled confidently. "Good thing my services are cheap." She gave Rio a thumbs-up. "Want me to just sew that little sucker back into place? It'll only take a minute, and the extra-strength thread I use should resist all wear-and-tear and last for years!"
Rio nodded, appreciatively. "You're a god-send, Lauren." Without hesitating a bit (and why would she in the all-female company of good friends and family) Rio wiggled out of her leggings, stripping them off and folding them up with the ass part on top. She then handed them to your mother, who graciously accepted them, and then started up the stairs to her design studio.
Meanwhile, you were panicking beyond belief, having finally realized the horror of your fate. How foolish of you to forget how unrelentingly cruel fate was to you, and how shitty your luck was. Of course Rio would sit on you, and of course it'd be the exact spot where you'd end up squished and smeared over the rip in her leggings! And of course her leggings would be the same shade of tan as your natural skin tone! And of course your mother would spot you, not recognize you, and offer to sew you back into place permanently!
While you frantically tried to reform, Lauren simply hummed a happy tune as she bustled upstairs and into her studio. She dropped you onto her work desk, then dragged over her sewing machine, and threading some of her extra-strength thread into the machine. She turned on a high-powered light, slipped on a pair of glasses (like Jenna, she had glasses too, though wore them rarely), and cracked her knuckles.
This was your last chance, and your blood ran cold. You put all of your strength into a desperate, tiny twitch. What happens?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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