A Grand Spankin' New Day
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
phoenixstriker
While the day had certainly not begun the way you had expected, you were definitely still feeling optimistic. Sure, you'd intended to spend the day in your girlfriend's hand or cleavage, bouncing along to the awesome music of the festival, and certainly not fused to her ass cheek like a tattoo. But, by this point in your life, you'd had years of practice rolling with the punches life threw your way, and you knew how to make the best out of any situation. If this was the price to pay to spend time with Olivia and Jamie and enjoy this festival, then you'd pay it.
At the same time, before the girls even reached the hotel lobby, you felt a nauseating sensation in your stomach. With each step Olivia took, her monumentally gargantuan butt cheek quivered and shook like a bowl of jelly, bouncing up and down in rhythm with her steps. Stuck to it as you were, you could only relinquish control and bounce up and down over and over again. It was perhaps a curse that you were facing outward, as you were so flattened you couldn't close your eyes, and were forced to watch your vision bounce and sway wildly, moving all around in a disorienting manner.
You could just barely make out the tentatively concerned expression on Jamie's face, who lagged a few steps behind Olivia (ostensibly to keep watch over you, but more to enjoy the view). She locked eyes with you, and you saw her gently bite her lip. You were reminded of Olivia's order to Jamie to keep you from slipping off her ass cheek no matter what, and from the faint blush on Jamie's face, you had a sinking feeling that, even if it was just to follow the rules of the festival, Jamie might not exactly be gentle with you.
Sure enough, the two girls reached the lobby and exited the hotel, strolling out towards the festival, and you already began to slip a bit from Olivia's booty. Eagle-eyed Jamie noticed you sliding free instantly, and nervously tapped Olivia on the shoulder. Your girlfriend halted her energetic gait, the sudden momentum stoppage almost comically jostling her bodacious booty.
"What's up?" Olivia asked, absentmindedly scratching at a faint itch on her backside. Of course, the itch was you, and she merely pounded your face into her doughy ass with her fingernail.
"Andrew is already slipping." Jamie quietly informed your girlfriend. Olivia raised a coy eyebrow.
"Is that all? Come on, girl!" Olivia laughed boisterously, before turning around. Bending at the waist, she practically shoved her ginormous derriere into the shy girl's face, and Jamie took a startled step back. Olivia began slowly shaking her ass, making a show of it. "Gimme a big ol' smack! No need to hold back!"
Jamie's blush flared back up again, but she didn't hesitate. Winding back, the demure girl slammed her hand forward, cracking against Olivia's butt cheek with a resounding 'clap'. Olivia's flesh rippled frantically, and you mutely cried out in discomfort from the pain of the smack, jiggling around in the aftermath. Whatever small part of you had peeled free during the walk from the hotel room had been thoroughly squashed back into its proper place. Crude, but effective.
Olivia laughed, linking arms with Jamie. "Thatta girl! Nice one!" She rustled the other girl's hair affectionately, then gestured to the ticket booth awaiting them. "Day two, baby! Let's go!"
Jamie nodded, enthusiastically. "Yes!"
The two girls broke into a run, and if you had thought the walking was bad before, this was twenty times worse. Olivia's hughmongus posterior quivered up and down as she ran, thick glutes grinding together powerfully. Though it was a disorienting and pounding experience for you, rippling along with her flesh as she ran, you did have to spend up a silent prayer to whatever deity constantly screwed with your life, thanking them that you weren't in the same place as Olivia's currently tortured thong, which was being chewed up by her grinding, sweaty cheeks.
Thinking about sweat, you realized a faint layer of perspiration was beginning to congeal on Olivia's booty, and the day had only just begun. Taking note of the temperature, you realized that it was definitely a hotter day out than the previous, and that the sunny was beating down fiercer as well. That didn't bode well. Olivia tended to start sweating fairly easily, which while gross enough on its own, definitely brought on a whole host of problems in the smell department...to say nothing of potentially making it easy for you to slip off and earn another devastating smack from Jamie.
The girls reached the ticket booth, where a bored looking employee scanned the barcodes on their wristbands. Jamie skipped through the booth, but Olivia lingered behind, catching the employee's eye. Olivia wiggled her butt, pointing to you with a sneaky grin.
"Got a little friend with me today!" Olivia declared happily. "My perfect little cutie boyfriend is my own personal tattoo today!" She squeezed her cheek affectionately, burying you in her butt flesh and the envelopment of her hand. "Gawd, isn't he just the cutest?"
The employee shook her head ruefully. "Sure is, miss. Just make sure he stays nice and put as an accessory, alright?"
Olivia threw the woman a comical salute, before Jamie grabbed her hand and dragged her off, towards where the closest performer as already putting on a pulse-pounding concert.
It wasn't long before the heavy bass beats became all anyone could hear, drowning out all other noise. You winced a bit, the noise from the music sounding particularly loud as it reverberated through Olivia's juicy cheeks. Of course, you didn't have much extra time to dwell on it, as Olivia soon pushed herself through the thick crowd of partiers and began hopping up and down, screaming with joy as she cut loose. Jamie was right by her side, Olivia's infectious energy too strong to ignore, so the normally reserved girl let all of her mental barriers down.
The two of them tore up the dance floor, breaking out every possible move in their repertoire, plus a few new ones improvised in the moment. You were along for the entire ride, jostling and jiggling along, trying to make sense of the shapes and sounds around you through the flashing strobe lights and loud music. Thankfully, true to your prediction on the days events, Olivia stayed on her feet the entire time, and with everything considered, it was a massive improvement over the previous day. Aside from the dizzying spinning and shaking, it wasn't too bad.
Which has not to say it was perfect, as Olivia and an equally tipsy and equally well-developed woman spotted each other and began dancing as a pair. To the wild cheers of the crowd, Olivia and the other woman began grinding their shapely derrieres against each other, pushing their booties together and then twerking with reckless abandon.
Your face was slammed into the other woman's huge, firm glutes, your body dominated by her massive right butt cheek. Her own smooth and sweaty flesh pressed against Olivia's, and as the two began to grind up and down while twerking, you were smeared between the unbelievable asses of these curvy women. You couldn't even attempt to brace yourself as Olivia let loose, squeezing herself tight against the other woman and giving you no more to breath or escape this cruel and unusual fate.
When they finally pulled away, you felt your legs peel free from Olivia's buttocks, having partially stuck to the other woman instead. As Olivia stumbled away, overcome with thirst and a need to take a break from the bright lights, your lower half flapped free in the wind, dangerously close to peeling off completely. To be honest, it was almost a relief to think you could get a break from Olivia's unrelenting ass, but you had to admit drifting away on the wind back towards the dance floor was probably much worse.
Before your body slipped even more, Jamie entered your view, having once more spotted you were slipping. A huge grin broke out on her face, and you could tell from her hazy expression that she was definitely already on her way to being hammered. Not even seeming to focus on you at all, Jamie reeled back her open palm and shot it forward, right towards you.
You mentally shrieked.
Jamie's slap landed, and the clap of Olivia's ass cheeks even broke the sound barrier of the loud music, prompting raucous laughter from nearby spectators who had noticed the incident. Onlookers certainly stopped to stare as Olivia's jiggly butt rippled furiously from the impact of the slap, to say nothing of the fact that Jamie brazenly kept her palm around Olivia's cheek for far longer than strictly necessary, and even managed a quick, playful squeeze.
This slap had hurt three times as much as the last, and had an even more noticeable impact than before. Not only did it re-flatten your legs, but it totally smudged you into Olivia's skin, even more than before. You felt yourself sticking even tighter, and began to wonder if each subsequent slap would genuinely turn you more and more into a tattoo than you already were. Combining that with Olivia's staggering lack of common sense, and it would be a recipe for disaster.
Meanwhile, Olivia turned to Jamie with a full grin, playfully shoved the girl, and then spotted another party happening across the way. Hurrying off, she didn't even realize she trekked right through the tiny-only zone, trampling a poor group of guys under her boots. Jamie, eyes only for Olivia's dangerously curvy derriere, didn't even notice either, and even stomped a tiny of her own on accident as she trailed her best friend.
How does your day continue from here?
At the same time, before the girls even reached the hotel lobby, you felt a nauseating sensation in your stomach. With each step Olivia took, her monumentally gargantuan butt cheek quivered and shook like a bowl of jelly, bouncing up and down in rhythm with her steps. Stuck to it as you were, you could only relinquish control and bounce up and down over and over again. It was perhaps a curse that you were facing outward, as you were so flattened you couldn't close your eyes, and were forced to watch your vision bounce and sway wildly, moving all around in a disorienting manner.
You could just barely make out the tentatively concerned expression on Jamie's face, who lagged a few steps behind Olivia (ostensibly to keep watch over you, but more to enjoy the view). She locked eyes with you, and you saw her gently bite her lip. You were reminded of Olivia's order to Jamie to keep you from slipping off her ass cheek no matter what, and from the faint blush on Jamie's face, you had a sinking feeling that, even if it was just to follow the rules of the festival, Jamie might not exactly be gentle with you.
Sure enough, the two girls reached the lobby and exited the hotel, strolling out towards the festival, and you already began to slip a bit from Olivia's booty. Eagle-eyed Jamie noticed you sliding free instantly, and nervously tapped Olivia on the shoulder. Your girlfriend halted her energetic gait, the sudden momentum stoppage almost comically jostling her bodacious booty.
"What's up?" Olivia asked, absentmindedly scratching at a faint itch on her backside. Of course, the itch was you, and she merely pounded your face into her doughy ass with her fingernail.
"Andrew is already slipping." Jamie quietly informed your girlfriend. Olivia raised a coy eyebrow.
"Is that all? Come on, girl!" Olivia laughed boisterously, before turning around. Bending at the waist, she practically shoved her ginormous derriere into the shy girl's face, and Jamie took a startled step back. Olivia began slowly shaking her ass, making a show of it. "Gimme a big ol' smack! No need to hold back!"
Jamie's blush flared back up again, but she didn't hesitate. Winding back, the demure girl slammed her hand forward, cracking against Olivia's butt cheek with a resounding 'clap'. Olivia's flesh rippled frantically, and you mutely cried out in discomfort from the pain of the smack, jiggling around in the aftermath. Whatever small part of you had peeled free during the walk from the hotel room had been thoroughly squashed back into its proper place. Crude, but effective.
Olivia laughed, linking arms with Jamie. "Thatta girl! Nice one!" She rustled the other girl's hair affectionately, then gestured to the ticket booth awaiting them. "Day two, baby! Let's go!"
Jamie nodded, enthusiastically. "Yes!"
The two girls broke into a run, and if you had thought the walking was bad before, this was twenty times worse. Olivia's hughmongus posterior quivered up and down as she ran, thick glutes grinding together powerfully. Though it was a disorienting and pounding experience for you, rippling along with her flesh as she ran, you did have to spend up a silent prayer to whatever deity constantly screwed with your life, thanking them that you weren't in the same place as Olivia's currently tortured thong, which was being chewed up by her grinding, sweaty cheeks.
Thinking about sweat, you realized a faint layer of perspiration was beginning to congeal on Olivia's booty, and the day had only just begun. Taking note of the temperature, you realized that it was definitely a hotter day out than the previous, and that the sunny was beating down fiercer as well. That didn't bode well. Olivia tended to start sweating fairly easily, which while gross enough on its own, definitely brought on a whole host of problems in the smell department...to say nothing of potentially making it easy for you to slip off and earn another devastating smack from Jamie.
The girls reached the ticket booth, where a bored looking employee scanned the barcodes on their wristbands. Jamie skipped through the booth, but Olivia lingered behind, catching the employee's eye. Olivia wiggled her butt, pointing to you with a sneaky grin.
"Got a little friend with me today!" Olivia declared happily. "My perfect little cutie boyfriend is my own personal tattoo today!" She squeezed her cheek affectionately, burying you in her butt flesh and the envelopment of her hand. "Gawd, isn't he just the cutest?"
The employee shook her head ruefully. "Sure is, miss. Just make sure he stays nice and put as an accessory, alright?"
Olivia threw the woman a comical salute, before Jamie grabbed her hand and dragged her off, towards where the closest performer as already putting on a pulse-pounding concert.
It wasn't long before the heavy bass beats became all anyone could hear, drowning out all other noise. You winced a bit, the noise from the music sounding particularly loud as it reverberated through Olivia's juicy cheeks. Of course, you didn't have much extra time to dwell on it, as Olivia soon pushed herself through the thick crowd of partiers and began hopping up and down, screaming with joy as she cut loose. Jamie was right by her side, Olivia's infectious energy too strong to ignore, so the normally reserved girl let all of her mental barriers down.
The two of them tore up the dance floor, breaking out every possible move in their repertoire, plus a few new ones improvised in the moment. You were along for the entire ride, jostling and jiggling along, trying to make sense of the shapes and sounds around you through the flashing strobe lights and loud music. Thankfully, true to your prediction on the days events, Olivia stayed on her feet the entire time, and with everything considered, it was a massive improvement over the previous day. Aside from the dizzying spinning and shaking, it wasn't too bad.
Which has not to say it was perfect, as Olivia and an equally tipsy and equally well-developed woman spotted each other and began dancing as a pair. To the wild cheers of the crowd, Olivia and the other woman began grinding their shapely derrieres against each other, pushing their booties together and then twerking with reckless abandon.
Your face was slammed into the other woman's huge, firm glutes, your body dominated by her massive right butt cheek. Her own smooth and sweaty flesh pressed against Olivia's, and as the two began to grind up and down while twerking, you were smeared between the unbelievable asses of these curvy women. You couldn't even attempt to brace yourself as Olivia let loose, squeezing herself tight against the other woman and giving you no more to breath or escape this cruel and unusual fate.
When they finally pulled away, you felt your legs peel free from Olivia's buttocks, having partially stuck to the other woman instead. As Olivia stumbled away, overcome with thirst and a need to take a break from the bright lights, your lower half flapped free in the wind, dangerously close to peeling off completely. To be honest, it was almost a relief to think you could get a break from Olivia's unrelenting ass, but you had to admit drifting away on the wind back towards the dance floor was probably much worse.
Before your body slipped even more, Jamie entered your view, having once more spotted you were slipping. A huge grin broke out on her face, and you could tell from her hazy expression that she was definitely already on her way to being hammered. Not even seeming to focus on you at all, Jamie reeled back her open palm and shot it forward, right towards you.
You mentally shrieked.
Jamie's slap landed, and the clap of Olivia's ass cheeks even broke the sound barrier of the loud music, prompting raucous laughter from nearby spectators who had noticed the incident. Onlookers certainly stopped to stare as Olivia's jiggly butt rippled furiously from the impact of the slap, to say nothing of the fact that Jamie brazenly kept her palm around Olivia's cheek for far longer than strictly necessary, and even managed a quick, playful squeeze.
This slap had hurt three times as much as the last, and had an even more noticeable impact than before. Not only did it re-flatten your legs, but it totally smudged you into Olivia's skin, even more than before. You felt yourself sticking even tighter, and began to wonder if each subsequent slap would genuinely turn you more and more into a tattoo than you already were. Combining that with Olivia's staggering lack of common sense, and it would be a recipe for disaster.
Meanwhile, Olivia turned to Jamie with a full grin, playfully shoved the girl, and then spotted another party happening across the way. Hurrying off, she didn't even realize she trekked right through the tiny-only zone, trampling a poor group of guys under her boots. Jamie, eyes only for Olivia's dangerously curvy derriere, didn't even notice either, and even stomped a tiny of her own on accident as she trailed her best friend.
How does your day continue from here?
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