Rescue Effort Commences
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 10
by
Bobob1
The stark contrast between your current experiences and Lisa’s were night and day. You were suffering in unimaginable horror, engrained into the curvaceous woman’s puckered butthole and coated in sweat and stink. She was enjoying a cold ice cream and gradually returning to her more cheerful demeanor, glad that she’d found a new friend in Debbie. She was already letting go of her annoyance at losing the race, and with the itch deep in her crack taken care of, Lisa was back to her happy self.
The two women conversed pleasantly, complimenting each other on their swimming skills and talking about their family and friends. As five minutes became ten, and then twenty, the two giantesses still showed no sign of moving, having already ordered seconds of ice cream. Every few minutes, Lisa would casually shift her position in her seat, grinding her meaty cheeks into your battered body. The pressure clenching all around you was overwhelming, and it was everything you had just to avoid passing out from the stress of it all.
A while later, Debbie glanced over to her left, and spotted another beachgoer walking away from the snack bar. Her eyes fell on the sight of a plastered tiny stuck to the bottom of the girl’s flipflop. From the looks of it, the girl had no idea the tiny was there, and soon the girl was out of sight. Debbie snorted, causing Lisa to look at her.
“What’s up, Debbie? Something funny?” Lisa inquired, slipping another spoonful of delicious ice cream into her mouth.
Debbie grinned. “Sort of. I just saw one of those tinies stuck to a girl’s flipflop, and she didn’t seem to have a clue. Poor thing is probably gonna be smushed all day at this rate!”
Lisa gasped. “What? That’s awful! The poor guy!” Your captor frowned. “Why is his pain funny?”
Debbie sobered up, and looked carefully at her new friend. “O-oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.” Debbie shrugged. “I guess I just don’t know any tinies personally, so their experiences are kind of foreign to me. None of my friends or family were shrunk. Seeing one today just…hm, I don’t know. They just seem funny to me.” She gulped down a heaping helping of ice cream. “I suppose they are still people, weird as they are.”
Lisa put a hand on her well-endowed chest. “They are people, yes. I actually love tinies, and really try to look out for the little guys. Being so small and vulnerable all the time must be so hard on them! I am always willing to go out of my way to help a tiny in need.”
Debbie nodded, impressed. “Pretty noble of you. That can’t be easy though, right?”
Lisa shook her head glumly. “It isn’t. I’ve had my share of accidents with tinies in the past, and always feel just so guilty afterwards! To know that I was responsible for causing a tiny pain? It’s awful.” She unconsciously picked at her thong. “Plus, my darling daughters are much less…careful…around tinies than I am, so I often have to keep them in line too.”
Lisa’s ironic dedication to protecting tinies while simultaneously claiming your body with her ass was, predictably, entirely lost on you. Pressed in so deep, clenched on all sides by Lisa’s sweaty cheeks, you couldn’t hear a single sound from the outside world. Her passionate speech was nothing but inaudible murmurs, and your only take away was being smeared just a tiny bit more as Lisa adjusted her thong and wiggled in her seat again.
You were still unaware of what was going on in the outside world a few minutes later, as fate cut you break for the first time that day, and your potential saviors ran over to the snack bar: Quinn, the RC boat lady, and Brady!
Quinn put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder, causing your captor to jump in her seat from surprise, and let out a cute yelp. That little jump, though miniscule in importance to all who saw it, dragged your flattened form another millimeter into Lisa’s asshole. Your pancaked form slipped across the wrinkled muscle, and you mentally screamed in panic for someone, anyone to stop this from being your final fate.
“Excuse me, but are you Lisa?” Quinn asked, forcefully but not rudely.
Lisa blinked her eyes, then nodded slowly. “Y-yes…I am. Am I in trouble, miss?” Lisa wondered, taking note of Quinn’s lifeguard uniform.
Feeling awkward, Debbie stood up and pointed off in the distance. “I’m going to go use the restroom, Lisa. I’ll catch up later!” She backed away from the snack bar, and the RC boat lady took her seat on Lisa’s right side. Quinn was standing by Lisa’s left.
“You aren’t in trouble.” Quinn assured her. “You’ve just, potentially, done something on accident, and we need your cooperation in fixing it.”
Lisa paled, but nodded. “Of course, I’ll help however I can! Although…what exactly is it that you need from me?”
“Brady can explain better.” Quinn motioned over to the RC boat lady, and to the young tiny resting on her shoulder. Brady looked weary and on edge, but also had a glint of determination in his eyes.
He cleared his throat and began talking, nervously at first. “W-well…my name is Brady. I was here at the beach with a few friends, when that big wave pushed us all out into the water. Next thing I knew, the flow of water pushed me right inside of…uh…” He faltered, looking at Lisa’s innocent expression. “…inside of your butt.”
Lisa’s jaw dropped, but Brady pressed on before she could say anything. “I was squished pretty bad when you started swimming. Then, right as I was breaking down crying, this tiny guy named Hunter showed up from basically nowhere. He kept me calm and told me it would be alright, then he pushed me out to freedom.” Brady wiped a tear from his eye. “But he was left behind, and he might still be there!”
Lisa looked on the verge of passing out. “S-so…you’re saying that a tiny named Hunter…is trapped in my ass?!?” She exclaimed, her pitch rising to feverish heights. Quinn grabbed her by the shoulders and whispered gently in her ear for her to calm down, demonstrating a startling level of considerate care you’d yet to see from her (and, technically, still hadn’t).
“He MIGHT be. That’s why we need to check.” Quinn explained.
The RC boat lady smiled ruefully. “Brady managed to get my attention a few minutes back, explained the situation to me, and then the two of us found Quinn. This little guy went above and beyond to return Hunter’s favor.” She winked at Brady, who blushed adorably. “Also, I’m Gigi. Don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet.”
Lisa leapt to her feet, nearly spilling her remaining ice cream, and causing her prodigious breasts and ass to wobble like jelly. “Well, what are we waiting for! Let’s go to the locker room or something and help Hunter out!” Lisa proclaimed, then glanced backward at her alluring derriere. “Oh, I hate knowing I’ve done awful things to tinies. It’s the worst!”
Quinn put a confident hand on Lisa’s back and began leading her to the locker room. “Hey, it wasn’t your fault. Let’s just help Hunter out, and then you can apologize and have a genuine introduction to him. He’s a pretty great guy.” Quinn said, then paused. A faint flush filled her cheeks. “…or whatever. He’s alright.”
*****
Five minutes later, and the group of four (five if you included yourself) were in the employee locker room. Quinn had chosen that spot so that they wouldn’t be interrupted by any public beachgoers coming in and out. Then, without hesitating a second, Lisa had stripped off her thong and laid out on the bench, letting her incredible bare booty stick up into the air. She also grabbed one fleshy globe-like butt cheek in each hand and peeled them back.
Even still, this barely did anything for you. You were simply buried so deep in her butt (a butt that was already unfathomably massive), that even with her bikini taken off and her cheeks peeled apart, the majority of your body was still clenched tight by her butthole. Trace amounts of light filtered down onto you, and a small whiff of fresh air, but it was nowhere near enough to clear the miasma of rank sweat stench from your nostrils.
Quinn took a cursory glance into Lisa’s ass, wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell. She couldn’t see you at all, so she motioned to Gigi. Taking her cue, Gigi flicked a small switch on the side of her RC boat and turned on the boat’s front lights. For such a small toy, the lights were surprisingly bright, and Gigi aimed the white beams down into Lisa’s crack, illuminating the woman’s booty abyss.
Quinn took a second look, but still couldn’t see you. She was beginning to grow frustrated by this point, until her eyes focused in on a gross sight that was a little off. The woman’s brown anus had a splotch on it that was a slightly lighter shade of brown. It was your hair that Quinn was seeing, and as she peered even closer, she could just barely make out one of your eyes, gazing up at her pleadingly.
Quinn cursed under her breath. “I see him, and it’s really bad. He’s more than halfway inside of your anus, Lisa.”
Lisa groaned miserably, but thankfully didn’t move. Gigi leaned against the bench to steady herself, and kept the boat light’s trained on your body. Quinn, too, kneeled down to get closer to Lisa’s ass, and looked at your pitiful form. Brady, still on Gigi’s shoulder, was panic-stricken at seeing how thoroughly demolished you’d been by Lisa’s cheeks.
Though often one to let tinies fight their own battles as a form of tough love, Quinn knew that if she didn’t act now to save you, the possibility of you being irrevocably sucked into Lisa’s butt was a true threat.
Problem was, not even Quinn had a single clue how to go about freeing you now.
The two women conversed pleasantly, complimenting each other on their swimming skills and talking about their family and friends. As five minutes became ten, and then twenty, the two giantesses still showed no sign of moving, having already ordered seconds of ice cream. Every few minutes, Lisa would casually shift her position in her seat, grinding her meaty cheeks into your battered body. The pressure clenching all around you was overwhelming, and it was everything you had just to avoid passing out from the stress of it all.
A while later, Debbie glanced over to her left, and spotted another beachgoer walking away from the snack bar. Her eyes fell on the sight of a plastered tiny stuck to the bottom of the girl’s flipflop. From the looks of it, the girl had no idea the tiny was there, and soon the girl was out of sight. Debbie snorted, causing Lisa to look at her.
“What’s up, Debbie? Something funny?” Lisa inquired, slipping another spoonful of delicious ice cream into her mouth.
Debbie grinned. “Sort of. I just saw one of those tinies stuck to a girl’s flipflop, and she didn’t seem to have a clue. Poor thing is probably gonna be smushed all day at this rate!”
Lisa gasped. “What? That’s awful! The poor guy!” Your captor frowned. “Why is his pain funny?”
Debbie sobered up, and looked carefully at her new friend. “O-oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh.” Debbie shrugged. “I guess I just don’t know any tinies personally, so their experiences are kind of foreign to me. None of my friends or family were shrunk. Seeing one today just…hm, I don’t know. They just seem funny to me.” She gulped down a heaping helping of ice cream. “I suppose they are still people, weird as they are.”
Lisa put a hand on her well-endowed chest. “They are people, yes. I actually love tinies, and really try to look out for the little guys. Being so small and vulnerable all the time must be so hard on them! I am always willing to go out of my way to help a tiny in need.”
Debbie nodded, impressed. “Pretty noble of you. That can’t be easy though, right?”
Lisa shook her head glumly. “It isn’t. I’ve had my share of accidents with tinies in the past, and always feel just so guilty afterwards! To know that I was responsible for causing a tiny pain? It’s awful.” She unconsciously picked at her thong. “Plus, my darling daughters are much less…careful…around tinies than I am, so I often have to keep them in line too.”
Lisa’s ironic dedication to protecting tinies while simultaneously claiming your body with her ass was, predictably, entirely lost on you. Pressed in so deep, clenched on all sides by Lisa’s sweaty cheeks, you couldn’t hear a single sound from the outside world. Her passionate speech was nothing but inaudible murmurs, and your only take away was being smeared just a tiny bit more as Lisa adjusted her thong and wiggled in her seat again.
You were still unaware of what was going on in the outside world a few minutes later, as fate cut you break for the first time that day, and your potential saviors ran over to the snack bar: Quinn, the RC boat lady, and Brady!
Quinn put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder, causing your captor to jump in her seat from surprise, and let out a cute yelp. That little jump, though miniscule in importance to all who saw it, dragged your flattened form another millimeter into Lisa’s asshole. Your pancaked form slipped across the wrinkled muscle, and you mentally screamed in panic for someone, anyone to stop this from being your final fate.
“Excuse me, but are you Lisa?” Quinn asked, forcefully but not rudely.
Lisa blinked her eyes, then nodded slowly. “Y-yes…I am. Am I in trouble, miss?” Lisa wondered, taking note of Quinn’s lifeguard uniform.
Feeling awkward, Debbie stood up and pointed off in the distance. “I’m going to go use the restroom, Lisa. I’ll catch up later!” She backed away from the snack bar, and the RC boat lady took her seat on Lisa’s right side. Quinn was standing by Lisa’s left.
“You aren’t in trouble.” Quinn assured her. “You’ve just, potentially, done something on accident, and we need your cooperation in fixing it.”
Lisa paled, but nodded. “Of course, I’ll help however I can! Although…what exactly is it that you need from me?”
“Brady can explain better.” Quinn motioned over to the RC boat lady, and to the young tiny resting on her shoulder. Brady looked weary and on edge, but also had a glint of determination in his eyes.
He cleared his throat and began talking, nervously at first. “W-well…my name is Brady. I was here at the beach with a few friends, when that big wave pushed us all out into the water. Next thing I knew, the flow of water pushed me right inside of…uh…” He faltered, looking at Lisa’s innocent expression. “…inside of your butt.”
Lisa’s jaw dropped, but Brady pressed on before she could say anything. “I was squished pretty bad when you started swimming. Then, right as I was breaking down crying, this tiny guy named Hunter showed up from basically nowhere. He kept me calm and told me it would be alright, then he pushed me out to freedom.” Brady wiped a tear from his eye. “But he was left behind, and he might still be there!”
Lisa looked on the verge of passing out. “S-so…you’re saying that a tiny named Hunter…is trapped in my ass?!?” She exclaimed, her pitch rising to feverish heights. Quinn grabbed her by the shoulders and whispered gently in her ear for her to calm down, demonstrating a startling level of considerate care you’d yet to see from her (and, technically, still hadn’t).
“He MIGHT be. That’s why we need to check.” Quinn explained.
The RC boat lady smiled ruefully. “Brady managed to get my attention a few minutes back, explained the situation to me, and then the two of us found Quinn. This little guy went above and beyond to return Hunter’s favor.” She winked at Brady, who blushed adorably. “Also, I’m Gigi. Don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet.”
Lisa leapt to her feet, nearly spilling her remaining ice cream, and causing her prodigious breasts and ass to wobble like jelly. “Well, what are we waiting for! Let’s go to the locker room or something and help Hunter out!” Lisa proclaimed, then glanced backward at her alluring derriere. “Oh, I hate knowing I’ve done awful things to tinies. It’s the worst!”
Quinn put a confident hand on Lisa’s back and began leading her to the locker room. “Hey, it wasn’t your fault. Let’s just help Hunter out, and then you can apologize and have a genuine introduction to him. He’s a pretty great guy.” Quinn said, then paused. A faint flush filled her cheeks. “…or whatever. He’s alright.”
*****
Five minutes later, and the group of four (five if you included yourself) were in the employee locker room. Quinn had chosen that spot so that they wouldn’t be interrupted by any public beachgoers coming in and out. Then, without hesitating a second, Lisa had stripped off her thong and laid out on the bench, letting her incredible bare booty stick up into the air. She also grabbed one fleshy globe-like butt cheek in each hand and peeled them back.
Even still, this barely did anything for you. You were simply buried so deep in her butt (a butt that was already unfathomably massive), that even with her bikini taken off and her cheeks peeled apart, the majority of your body was still clenched tight by her butthole. Trace amounts of light filtered down onto you, and a small whiff of fresh air, but it was nowhere near enough to clear the miasma of rank sweat stench from your nostrils.
Quinn took a cursory glance into Lisa’s ass, wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell. She couldn’t see you at all, so she motioned to Gigi. Taking her cue, Gigi flicked a small switch on the side of her RC boat and turned on the boat’s front lights. For such a small toy, the lights were surprisingly bright, and Gigi aimed the white beams down into Lisa’s crack, illuminating the woman’s booty abyss.
Quinn took a second look, but still couldn’t see you. She was beginning to grow frustrated by this point, until her eyes focused in on a gross sight that was a little off. The woman’s brown anus had a splotch on it that was a slightly lighter shade of brown. It was your hair that Quinn was seeing, and as she peered even closer, she could just barely make out one of your eyes, gazing up at her pleadingly.
Quinn cursed under her breath. “I see him, and it’s really bad. He’s more than halfway inside of your anus, Lisa.”
Lisa groaned miserably, but thankfully didn’t move. Gigi leaned against the bench to steady herself, and kept the boat light’s trained on your body. Quinn, too, kneeled down to get closer to Lisa’s ass, and looked at your pitiful form. Brady, still on Gigi’s shoulder, was panic-stricken at seeing how thoroughly demolished you’d been by Lisa’s cheeks.
Though often one to let tinies fight their own battles as a form of tough love, Quinn knew that if she didn’t act now to save you, the possibility of you being irrevocably sucked into Lisa’s butt was a true threat.
Problem was, not even Quinn had a single clue how to go about freeing you now.
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April 23, 2025
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