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Rated: GC · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #2334491
Allegra Pierce, a tiny physical therapist, navigates a chaotic life. (BIO UPDATE 2/20/25)
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Chapter #4

A Favor of ASStronomical Proportions

    by: NeoPhoenixStriker Author IconMail Icon
Anneli soon arrived to stand before you, still in her street clothes, and looking a bit nervous.

"S-So, uh, Ally...um..." Anneli stammered. "T-Turns out...I totally did forget to grab my bottoms. I got the t-top, but somehow completely spaced on grabbing my bottoms too. S-So I don't have a suit. A-And, I know that you need a suit to even enter the park...so I'm kinda stuck here."

"I'm...sorry to hear that?" You asked, with a lilting question at the end. "Is there something you're trying to say, Anneli?"

"Y-Yeah, there is." Anneli nodded. "I-I was...sorta wondering...if maybe...j-just for as short a time as possible...you'd let me mold you into a replacement?" Anneli blurted out the last bit, her cheeks warming even more.

You let out a long sigh. Her request was exactly what you'd predicted she was going to say.

Anneli, for as long as you'd known her, had never been embarrassed or ashamed to be friends with a tiny, or to help you with issues related to your malleability. Likewise, though, she'd never been ashamed to ask for favors involving your squishiness and stretchiness. It happened a lot, actually, sometimes a bit too much for your liking. If she was anyone else, you'd accuse her of taking advantage of your generosity, but you knew that truly wasn't the case with Anneli. She was simply your best friend, and liked asking for favors, and was admittedly quick to repay her own debts whenever possible.

But the simple truth was that favors for Anneli...almost never panned out well, in the end. Whether it was Anneli's own laziness making short-term favors into long-term ordeals, her tendency to be a bit forgetful whenever she got distracted or too complacent, or just the general discomfort that came with being in close proximity with someone as sweaty, smelly, and gross-prone as her...Anneli's favors could be extremely taxing.

And yet, at the end of the day, you were Allegra Pierce. Kind, selfless, and entirely too willing to forgive past wrongdoings and mistakes. Should you have been better at putting your foot down? Yeah, absolutely. But you weren't, and so you found yourself nodding along to Anneli's request even before your brain fully finished processing all that it would entail.

"I'll do it." You said.

"Wait, seriously? Awesome!" Anneli cheered. "Goddamn, you're a lifesaver, Allegra! I genuinely thought I'd have to miss out on all the fun today!"

Well, thanks to me, you won't. Only I'll have to miss out. You thought to yourself, somewhat sarcastically, though you refrained from saying that out loud to spare Anneli's feelings.

"Now, we have to make this clear, Anneli. You'll only wear me for the absolute minimum amount of time needed, okay? Like, you'll head straight to the in-park shop to get a replacement bikini, right?"

"Of course, Allegra!" Anneli swore. "I'll even pay for a tiny-sized suit for you too. So you don't have to keep being naked as fuck. Why are you naked, again?"

"It doesn't matter." You sighed. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page about this lasting as short a time as possible."

"100%, same page." Anneli concurred, with a grin. "Though push any more, and I'll start thinking you don't love my ass, Ally." She teasingly winked at you.

"I like to keep my admiration of it from a safe distance." You joked, earning a belly-laugh from your best friend. Anneli then scooped you up into her hands, and carried you into the changing area, over to a locker she'd placed her belongings into. She set you down on the rim of the locker, and proceeded to strip naked and then change into her swimsuit top.

You had to resist rolling your eyes at your best friend's top. It was one you recognized from over ten years ago, that she'd bought at a second-hand shop. It was Tinex, which meant it was effectively a lifetime purchase, but the simple truth was that it had barely fit the Anneli of ten years ago, and it definitely didn't fit the Anneli of now. The already-scandalous two-piece top was little more than thin triangles barely covering your best friend's nipples, her breasts wobbling mightily as she adjusted the straps.

I kinda wonder if she couldn't find the matching bottoms because her booty snapped the poor thing in two. You mentally mused, with a bit of a shudder.

Finally, the moment you'd been dreading arrived, as Anneli's hands reached for you. Giving you a final wink (and you, in turn, gave her a final thumbs-up), Anneli's hands squished together around you, mashing you flat.

Your best friend had loads of experience manipulating your body due to decades of you fulfilling her favors and requests, so it took her little more than three minutes until she was done with you. Your head and torso had been squished out into the shape of the thong crotch of her bottoms, with your hands and legs tied together as the supportive looped limbs that would rest around the prodigious swell of your bestie's hips. A simple design for you, but an effective one, and with no accursed Full Length around you'd at least still be able to talk should the need arise.

There was only one real downside, which was that Anneli had somewhat shortsightedly put your face on the inside of the bottoms, when she should've down the outside. But you didn't have time to complain before Anneli wrangled you on, lowering you to the floor to step through your looped limbs, then dragging you up her tall legs until you hit her thick thighs. She then had to shimmy around a bit to wriggle you into place, but finally you snapped against her doughy buttocks, your face pressing tightly against Anneli's bodacious buns.

All told, it really wasn't awful. Anneli had stretched and contorted you such that you covered her ass like a proper (if a bit cheeky) pair of bikini bottoms, so you rode alongside the outside of her flesh instead of being dragged into her buttcrack. That little bit of foresight allowed you to breathe easier, and was a huge strain-saver on your poor self. Honestly, it was almost a little comfy, cradled so firmly against your best friend's admittedly perfect, world-class ass, her skin supple and smooth against your body.

But then Anneli took a step, and everything went to hell.

With only a single footfall, your best friend's ass cheeks rippled and jostled like they were made of jello, the fleshy mounds of cellulite and fat jiggling all across your body. Instantly, you felt yourself twitch and shift, and with a muffled cry, you rocketed straight into the depths of Anneli's booty, your ascent into the fetid abyss of her ass crack aided by her rolling waves of fleshy butt cheeks. You only came to a stop right as your face smacked against the puckered asshole of your best friend, and you gagged in disgust.

It only got worse as your unexpected entrance into the depths of her rear triggered a pleasurable sensation for Anneli, who proceeded to lock her knees together and clench her cheeks tightly. All around you, your body became a toy for Anneli's ass, her galaxy-sized butt cheeks chewing on your squishy body like you were paste. Your entire form became crumpled, crushed, and mashed, your whole being consumed by weighty fat and the ever-growing presence of swampy booty sweat. And your face got the worst of it, further forced to push forward and kiss against Anneli's anus.

You screamed out for Anneli to help you...only to realize with horror that Anneli's jostling ass cheeks had smeared your mouth shut, and also crushed your lungs to flat for you to vocalize!

Through a murky, muffled fog, you faintly heard Anneli's voice. "God, Ally, I'm sorry! I thought I gave your body enough extra space! I, uh, definitely didn't mean for this to happen. Don't worry, I'll go to the shop as quick as I can!"

No, no, please! Pull me out! You tried to scream, only for your silent pleas to fall on deaf ears, and your face to just continue to be mashed into Anneli's smelly asshole as your best friend ran off, her butt cheeks grinding your body.

Outside the locker room, Anneli met up with everyone else, and managed a casual smile. "Sorry for the hold-up! I'm all ready!"

Your wife frowned. "Where's Allegra?"

Anneli waved her hand. "Oh, that little wild child is off to the affected-only area for a bit. Said she wanted some 'me time', but she'll meet up with us later." Anneli easily uttered the lie, having decided for the sake of her own shame not to admit her mistake nor your current identity.

Brinley was instantly convinced. "Oh, okay!" She said, brightly. "Hope she has fun! Now, come on, Bri!" She declared, grabbing her sister's hand and running off. Sloane and Shaye disappeared quickly too, the Burton women eager to try some new slides. Only Carmen and Inez lingered.

Anneli waved to them. "W-Well, I'm in a, uh, shopping mood, so I'll see you lovely ladies later!" She then strolled off, absent-mindedly adjusting your looped limbs around her hips (and unintentionally ramming you deeper into the sweaty, crushing embrace of her ass as a result).

Your cousins stared at Anneli's wobbling booty, the distinctly flesh-toned color of her thong, and her somewhat shaky speech. Inez and Carmine then shared a knowing look, both women realizing the truth of exactly where you were.

1) Anneli makes it to the shop and finds a replacement bottom, freeing you. She even buys you a tiny-sized suit, so your day is now truly ready to begin.

2) Anneli makes it to the shop and finds a replacement bottom, but while changing, accidentally tosses you into the Returns bin, where you're quickly snagged by the shop employee and put back out for sale!

3) Carmine waylays Anneli, dragging her off on as many lazy and relaxing rides and attractions as possible, hoping to prey on Anneli's laziness to prolong your suffering.

4) Inez waylays Anneli, dragging her off on as many wild and bumpy slides and rides as possible, hoping this can be a suitable 'impromptu strength training' for your thong-shaped self.
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