She's going to turn you into a permanent imprint.
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
bronzehawkz
Your heart sinks as you hear the words that next come out of her mouth.
"Nah, I think i'm going to make this little arrangement more permanent. I'd love to have a tiny little guy like you stuck inside my panties forever!" She says so casually, as though she wasn't talking about imprisoning you for the rest of your life.
"No! You c-can't do this to me!"
"Oh, but I can! You're not going to be able to stop me." She giggles. "I'm going to have to wiggling against my derriere for the rest of your life and there's nothing you can do about it!" She wiggles her booty again just to emphasize the point.
Your heart racing, fully grasping what is at stake here you scream as loud as you can. "HEEEEEEEEELP! SOMEBODY HEEEEELP MEEE-"...but you're cut off when Emily quicky pulls her bikini up and snaps them back into place, giving herself a wedgie.
"Lets see if we can do something about that mouth first."
Your flat body was wedged between her butt cheeks again. The heat was uncomfortable and you felt like you could barely breathe, what little breath you did get naturally smelled a bit funky given your location. You tried some more to move but you really were ingrained to her bikini bottoms, there wasn't much you could do but rustle her bottom, which was almost surely what she wanted you to do.
Up above Emily felt your struggling while she was walking to her destination, the mechanical bull. She figured that you had gotten pretty deeply imprinted into her bikini from the overwhelming force of getting pounded flat repeatedly by her ass so there was no point in reinventing the wheel and trying something else.
It was just another wait in line before she was on the mechanical bull again, ready to give tiny little you another fresh helping of pain. Once again she told the operator to go on the roughest setting. In her ass crack you were still struggling hoping that through force and will you would be able to free yourself before this really did become permanent. The ride started and once again you were welcomed back into the torturous experience you underwent a little bit ago.
Emily's ass slammed ontop of you, knocking the air from your lungs. The bull launched her into the air momentarily again, it came crashing down onto you once again. SLAM! you let out a muffled scream, each slam feels like your entire body is compressing at once trying to explode, but it just doesn't. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Three more times her weight bears into you. Hundreds of tons relative to your size slammed down on you again, and again, and again. Somehow despite the cacophony of noise you could make out cheering from the crowd, impressed by her ability to ride the bull for so long. Clearly her motivation to torture you and turn you into a permanent ornament in her bikini thong helped her stay on for so long.
It was another 20 minutes of pure agony for you before once again she was launched off the bull and her ass slammed you into the crash mat. You tried to scream but it was as if you had no mouth to scream with. Your heart sunk again, you were fairly certain her plan succeeded.
Minutes later Emily heads back to the bathroom and takes off her bikini bottoms completely. You stare at her. You're unable to scream or talk. You can wiggle and rustle her bikini but that was it. She feels for your body but can't feel anything, just the threads of her bikini. In response to this absurd situation Emily lets out a maniacal laugh. "Bwahahaha, I can't believe it, I actually have a tiny guy completely apart of my thong!"
You wanted to cry so badly. This was both humiliating and terrifying. What's next?
"Nah, I think i'm going to make this little arrangement more permanent. I'd love to have a tiny little guy like you stuck inside my panties forever!" She says so casually, as though she wasn't talking about imprisoning you for the rest of your life.
"No! You c-can't do this to me!"
"Oh, but I can! You're not going to be able to stop me." She giggles. "I'm going to have to wiggling against my derriere for the rest of your life and there's nothing you can do about it!" She wiggles her booty again just to emphasize the point.
Your heart racing, fully grasping what is at stake here you scream as loud as you can. "HEEEEEEEEELP! SOMEBODY HEEEEELP MEEE-"...but you're cut off when Emily quicky pulls her bikini up and snaps them back into place, giving herself a wedgie.
"Lets see if we can do something about that mouth first."
Your flat body was wedged between her butt cheeks again. The heat was uncomfortable and you felt like you could barely breathe, what little breath you did get naturally smelled a bit funky given your location. You tried some more to move but you really were ingrained to her bikini bottoms, there wasn't much you could do but rustle her bottom, which was almost surely what she wanted you to do.
Up above Emily felt your struggling while she was walking to her destination, the mechanical bull. She figured that you had gotten pretty deeply imprinted into her bikini from the overwhelming force of getting pounded flat repeatedly by her ass so there was no point in reinventing the wheel and trying something else.
It was just another wait in line before she was on the mechanical bull again, ready to give tiny little you another fresh helping of pain. Once again she told the operator to go on the roughest setting. In her ass crack you were still struggling hoping that through force and will you would be able to free yourself before this really did become permanent. The ride started and once again you were welcomed back into the torturous experience you underwent a little bit ago.
Emily's ass slammed ontop of you, knocking the air from your lungs. The bull launched her into the air momentarily again, it came crashing down onto you once again. SLAM! you let out a muffled scream, each slam feels like your entire body is compressing at once trying to explode, but it just doesn't. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Three more times her weight bears into you. Hundreds of tons relative to your size slammed down on you again, and again, and again. Somehow despite the cacophony of noise you could make out cheering from the crowd, impressed by her ability to ride the bull for so long. Clearly her motivation to torture you and turn you into a permanent ornament in her bikini thong helped her stay on for so long.
It was another 20 minutes of pure agony for you before once again she was launched off the bull and her ass slammed you into the crash mat. You tried to scream but it was as if you had no mouth to scream with. Your heart sunk again, you were fairly certain her plan succeeded.
Minutes later Emily heads back to the bathroom and takes off her bikini bottoms completely. You stare at her. You're unable to scream or talk. You can wiggle and rustle her bikini but that was it. She feels for your body but can't feel anything, just the threads of her bikini. In response to this absurd situation Emily lets out a maniacal laugh. "Bwahahaha, I can't believe it, I actually have a tiny guy completely apart of my thong!"
You wanted to cry so badly. This was both humiliating and terrifying. What's next?
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