Chapter #3Log#2 (Stacy's Stripclub Situation) by: Markus   Stacy was a bitch. At least according to you, a stalker who was rejected by Stacy. She said she doesn't like girls, she doesn't like them romantically because she's straight.
What a fucking liar.
Here she was, stalking her again and saw how Stacy went to a GIRLS STRIPCLUB!
Fucking hypocrite, just because you stalker her, hord her loose hair and try to forcefully make her your girlfriend doesn't mean she should be treated this way.
Okay....
Alright...
You like girls now huh? Well, let's see how much you like girls when you're Shrunk.
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Stacy has no idea what happened, one minute she's talking to her bffs, when they went to the bathroom leaving her for a while. A bit dizzy after the drinks but....
She didn't remember what happened, she seems to pass out. Oh man, did someone spike her drink?!
Well, if it was spike'd, this was a weird rape drug.
As she looks around, dazed and confused at the new situation she's in. She had to realize sooner what exactly happened, despite how unreal, how impossible it is.
She was shrunked. Down to at least two inches tall.
Stacy never heard of such a drug exist, or maybe because of how impossible it is that she never heard it? It looked like the kind of stuff people wanted to hide...
AGH!! Stacy is frustrated. She sighs, she hopes her friends could at least notice her. She is wearing a colorful red skirt with white blouse. Something she's glad to wear even in a Stripclub, since it feels so formal.
Suddenly, booming stomps and voices are heard from across the room, they're stomping and stomping as it echoed through your tiny ears such as yourself could hear. Appearing before the violet curtains behind you looms two voluptuous figures. A pair of twin strippers in candy colored bras and panties.
They quickly surround Stacy, having their giant figures blocking all possible ways of escape. Before long, Stacy was grabbed by one of the stripper and was dragged closer to both of their perky face, the one holding her had black knotted hair which swoons behind her.
"Sorry for the wait, we hoped you didn't wait to long," She apologizes with a smile.
"Hey sis, is this the right person? The other sister asked with a strange gaze,
"You're Stacy right?" She asked, giving a friendly smile
"Well, Yeah, but who-" the girl grasp her hands more tightly, covering your body and silencing you by accidents.
"One of your friends paid us handsomely to give you a special show!" She sways her hands, causing you motion sickness, "She paid so generously too. Must be your big day isn't it!"
"She even shrunk you so you could enjoy your fetish too, how kind." The other striper commented.
Wait, which friend? Did they do this to Stacy?! But why hire Strippers as well?!
"I didn't believe it at first," The striper who holds you speaks with a moody tone, "But seeing your tiny self, which is SO CUTE! LIKE OMG, This is the cutest person I ever met and she's even cuter when she's shrunken down."
Stacy jolted at her comment, and blushed.
"I guess, well, she is certainly cute..." The other twin girl's face looked a bit sad, though Stacy didn't see this as her body is trapped on her hand, muffling her shouts for help.
"Hey," the girl let go of her hand and grabbed your torso carefully, like a doll. "You're cute too. Sis."
The other girl smiles, her eyes brightly shines on her.
Before long, the girl grabbing you streches the other girl's panties and slowly lifts you below it. This sudden change of environment have stunned Stacy for a moment, before realizing how stupid it is to stand there.
"waitWaitWAIT!!!! LISTEN THIS IS A-"
"Oh right, I forgot we should introduced ourselves, I'm Pepper, the one that's going to twerk for you there is my sister, Mint. I hoped you enjoy the ride," She winked with a tongue out, before dropping Stacy onto her sister's undies and let go, causing the pullback to trapped her right on the ass cheeks.
Mint's ass is overbearing and smells like a combined force of nature and perfume, the stench of other 'clients', the sweat, the badly purchase perfume.
The fabric didn't help with the devouring smell. It was designed to be as skimpy and tight as possible. To think a skimpy rubber panty that could easily be shred could hold her like a makeshift prison.
*Prbbbtttffffssshhhhhh*
The gas, oh God the gas! It smells so much worse with whatever perfume she's wearing, mixing sewer waste with terrible cologne. What smell is she even smelling right now?! Cheeseburgers?! Onion rings?! And peppermints?! Augh, it got in her mouth.
Mint started adjusting her panties in embarrasment as she feels the tiny person trapped on her right cheek. Thinking that her tiny guest is struggling to adjust, she adjusted the position so her little rider is more comfortable.
Stacy struggles to get out of Mint's ass and trying to make clear she didn't truly consent to this, but her massive rump is too large to climb and her skin seems to be covered in lotion, making it even harder to escape. The only thing to do now is to scream for help and for this nightmare to stop.
She kept on screaminh and shouts, telling them the mistake they were doing, trying to explain they were tricked and that she didn't have this fetish...
Right?
It's no use, Stacy's voice is too muffled to hear. Thanks to Mint's ass and panties.
Before long, Minty and Pepper started poledancing, with Minty cleaning her ass on the pole, causing your body faceplanted hard on the right side of her buttcheeks, with her back pinned by the hard pole. She kept on grinding and smothering your body, making sure her entire ass can feel the tiny person being pushed around.
After what felt like several hour, the twins began sweating vigorously. Mint's ass sweat covers the poor tiny Stacy through her entire body, she can feel the uncomfortable sauna-like heat and the wet fabric. And yet, she felt a hint of pleasure, or that may be the delusion mixed from the sudden shrinking, bad gas, sweat and the leftover hangover.
Then, her panties are strectched again, revealing Pepper's face, before grabbing Stacy once again.
"My turn, my turn," She exclaim with an airheaded happiness, like a toddler taking turns to play a game.
Stacy tried talking to Pepper again, but her energy was drained from Mint twerking
her ass and smothering you on the pole that all she could say was a weak squeak. Which Pepper ignore.
She stretched her panties and shoves you between her ass cracks, with your face stuck in her anus. She let's go of her panties and began violently shaking her ass, twerking with 10x more intense than Minty was.
This accelerated speed causes your face to be unstuck from her anus trap, before suddenly hit with a small *pssshhhh*, paralyzing your body.
Soon, Pepper and Mint smothered both their giant ass, taking the final set of air from Stacy.
She can't breath anymore, her lungs are full of gas, and her body is stuck between the twins ass all wet with sweat. Stacy silently prayed, asking forgiveness and to survive the aftermath of this mess.
And get revenge on whoever set this up for her.
in a wicked twist of reality, she had felt pleasured and erotically happy with all of this, if the feeling wasn't mixed and overwhelmed with fear of being crushed by their butts...
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Stacy woke up in shock, her cold sweat drips and drops on her face, after seeing a terrible yet erotic nightmare. She gasped her breath heavily as if she survived from drowning. She took a deep breath and smiled for a moment.
But then she looks around, it was the same environment, the stripper poles, the windows and the curtains.
It wasn't a dream, she's been shrunk down, sitting currently at a hostess table, right next to her captives.
The twin stripper, Pepper and Mint, who are currently arguing against themselves,
"No, I was the better dancer, you saw how jiggly my ass were, it definitely was the clients favorite!" Pepper bellowed
"Well, I still think my pole dancing makes her much happier!" Mint argued
Pepper looked down at you, "Guess there's only one way to decide," With a smug face of conviction, Mint mimicked her sisters reaction, the two plucked you up from the table.
"Hi there Ms. Tiny," Pepper greeted with that shining grin, "You seem fine now after our heated dance together, So, who's your favorite out of both of us? Me or Mint?"
Neither, Stacy thought, she wanted to yell at them for forcing her to go through all that, and stopping her from explaining herself.
But she didn't. Somewhere deep inside her, somewhere twisted and wrong and arguably a waste of time to hear...
In her head, this might be a good idea,
a final party with giantess was fun and exciting, it was a new experience she never had tried before and was instantly hooked. Even if it's a nightmare of a ride
But as long as he can make sure she doesn't end up like that again. It's fine right? She can still find whoever it is that did this to her and get them to turn them back to normal.
So, who is Stacy's favorite?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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