“Alright! I’ll put you…In the back of my shorts! They get DEVOURED by my crack. You’ll be sealed up tight!” Nikki said, grabbing her wedgie and pulling out a solid half-inch of sweat-soaked fabric.
“Why not just your pockets?” Max asked, looking at the squalid seat of Nikki’s shorts she had just pulled out, face white with dread of being shoved in that monster.
“Dude, these are legit basketball shorts, no pockets but my back and front ones, but trust me, if the back can keep my phone sealed up, it can keep you,” Nikki said, showing the sides of her shorts that she lacked any pockets to put Max in, leaving him no counterarguments as she stretched the elastic back, and held him over the opening of her butt Nikki had an ambient, musky odor to her Max had subtly gotten used to with his proximity to her. Still, the air oozing out from her exposed ass was something HORRID. The odor was like whiffing into the bottom of a jockstrap marinated in an outhouse. It was a sulphuric stench with an undertone of rank BO that made Max gag on the first whiff. He needed to stay out of Nikki’s butt at ALL costs.
“Maybe we can just try the hand for a bit longer-WOAH!!” Max started to say, only to have the wind taken from him as the basketball player dropped him without batting an eye. It was like falling into the pits of hell, Max’s senses being burnt with the stench of rotten eggs and unwashed butt the closer he got until he reached the abyss.
Max fell back-first right on the ‘shelf” of Nikki’s butt, the flesh wet with sweat but plush to the touch, almost a leaky waterbed that Max would nearly enjoy if not for the overwhelming smell. His eyes watered, and his lungs screamed for untainted air as he began to try to get back up, but the light guiding him quickly disappeared as Nikki let her waistband snap back into place.
“Let’s get going, Maxie!” Nikki said, clenching her buttcheeks a few times as Max was swallowed up by her booty. It was like quicksand, the pillowy flesh swallowing him slowly but without signs of stopping as Nikki’s glutes flexed with her movements. Max tried to fight against it, clawing at her skin to at least get her attention, but she did not even wince at his most substantial cuts (barely a scratch) as, scarcely a dozen steps in, Max was consumed into the depths of Nikki’s rear end.
“WHY ME!!” Max yelled, immediately regretting his decision as a mouthful of butt sweat dripped into his mouth, the salty taste making him gag as his 3-inch frame was sandwiched between the dowey dumper of this basketball bombshell. The smell was at its worst here. The acidic stink on an unwashed ass mercifully sealed off with a rubber-duck emblazoned thong was still miles too close for Max. He had fantasized many times in high school about being sat on or eating this very butt when watching Nikki in gym class. Still, now that he was literally inside it, he understood why Fanny broke up with the big-bootied babe after a single facesitting attempt.
Nikki, for her part, hardly even registered or could tell Max was having a terrible time, utterly ignorant of how horrid her unwashed butt was, only that it was big and it loved to ride up, and therefore warm and safe for her shrunken companion. She could sort of feel him, nestled right up against her favorite thong, which she was about to hit a month-long streak of wearing, and she kind of liked it. She had been so turned off from butt stuff due to her issues related to Fanny she rarely experienced back there. So the feeling of a skinny guy placed right up against her butthole and separated only by a thin line of thong floss was getting her going a bit. She had to stay focused, though. He needed her help, and, luckily, they were only a single turn away from her dorm, and nothing was going to distract her from…
“Oh, Nikki! Wait up, Hun!” yelled out the warm, motherly voice of House Diana’s dorm mother, Gemi Hutapera.
Gemi, the Indonesian, 37-year-old former Sumo Team superstar of Ventus kept up her plus-sized figure as her massive gut, thighs, and butt all practically clapped in unison as she bulldozed down the hall to catch up with the freshman basketball star. Gemi was much shorter than Nikki, barely 5’6”, but nearly had a hundred pounds on her, her mom-jean hugging hips stretching out almost twice as far and her yellow and white flannel shirt holding back a set of light brown tits the size of her head! Gemi was a real gem, though, a master housekeeper, cook, promotor, academic advisor, and anything else the fledging women’s sports superstars at House Diana may need, so when Nikki saw the massive, yellow-lipsticked dorm mother barrel towards her, she stopped in her tracks and smiled, happy to receive the lovely older woman, clenching her cheeks around Max as she stood up straight to chat with her.
“Hi Momma Gemi! What’s up?” Nikki asked, using the preferred title, “Momma,” Gemi insisted on using the House Diana girls' name for her. Many did not for various reasons, but Nikki was too laid back and friendly not to.
“Your Jersey and shorts just came in! Here, darling!” Gemi smiled, riffling through her massive cleavage and pulling out a plastic parcel, the material sobbing with boob sweat, before handing it to Nikki, who hardly bat an idea at how soiled her package was.
“Nice! I’ll try it on first chance I get! Thanks Momma Gemi!” Nikki smiled, looking at the package with glee. The custom uniform for her first year in one of the nation's best women’s basketball teams would take anyone’s attention away from the small man riding shotgun in the back of your pants.
“Oh, why don’t you model it for me, Nikki! I got a solid ten minutes before I needed to do a grocery run! Let’s see it!” Gemi said, the two of them just a few feet from Nikki’s door.
“Uh…” Nikki started to say, suddenly on the fence, when she remembered she had a tiny man up against her butt. She could either spin an excuse as to why she can’t, to keep Max hidden, or be honest with Gemi, allowing the massive Dorm Mother to help with their attempts to cure him, or perhaps worse if she was not receptive to the notion. Nikki, mulling both sides of this over, ultimately says: