"God, I thought for sure that guy was around here. He feels so close, but I've checked everywhere!"
BING-BONG!
The chime of the last bell of the school day interrupted Emily's train of thought. Well, she called it a chime metaphorically, but she didn't know of any schools that still used actual bells anymore. Pretty much all of them were just a sound they played over the loudspeakers, now. Either way, that meant that students would soon be flooding the halls.
"Crap. Monique, we gotta hide. You know if our classmates see us they're gonna chew us out for ditching them..."
"Don't gotta tell me twice! Quick, let's duck into the bathroom over there."
---
Soon both girls were settled into their hiding spots, each one taking up one of the stalls farthest from the door. They continued their earlier conversation, but at a lower volume in case anyone was nearby.
"Where the hell did Blaise go? Aww man, I'm never gonna get another chance like this..."
"Never mind that, my clothes are still in the changing room! I hope the other students clear out of there soon, I'm getting really sweaty in these gym shorts."
"Monique, you're always really sweaty. What difference does it make?"
"Okay first of all, rude. Second, those clothes are dry, at least. Every little bit helps, you know?"
"I guess." Emily sighed.
"Aww Em, I know you're upset about losing your 'target'. But there'll be others, right? Did you get Josh already?"
"Yep, got him two months ago."
"Stephen?"
"Check."
"Hmm, well there's gotta be somebody left you haven't skunked yet..."
As the girls griped to one another, you were stewing quietly in the musk of Emily's thong. Based on what direction felt like down right now, you figured she was sitting down for the time being. Maybe now would be your chance to make a break for it? You hopped down out of the thong, but as you did something unexpected happened. Your foot landed in between two of the threads of her gym shorts, which ordinarily wouldn't be a big deal, but the ground you expected to feel on the other side of the shorts wasn't there. You glanced down to see a pool of water far below you and gulped. What the heck was she sitting on?? Frantically you grasped at her thong and hoisted yourself back to safety. For once you were grateful to find yourself back in its smelly grip.
Guess going down isn't an option, you thought. Rather than risk falling from a height you weren't sure you could survive, you decided it was best to do a little recon while Emily wasn't moving around as much. You picked one end of the thong and started walking towards it, just to see if you could get anywhere. At your size, it wasn't like you could do much else anyway...
---
After about twenty minutes, you had actually made what felt like decent progress. Looking at the ground beneath you you could see that the thong was more intricately patterned in this section than the simple string that made up the rest of it, so you figured you must have reached the little triangle patch where it met up with the waistband, near the top of Emily's crack. You almost allowed yourself to feel hopeful that you were getting somewhere, when you felt the rumbling of Emily starting to stand up again. You were sent tumbling back deep into her buttcrack, but you almost didn't care about all the progress you had just lost with how annoying Emily's timing was proving to be. Of course she'd stand up now. If you didn't know better, you'd say she was doing it on purpose.
---
"Phew! Feels good to get out of those," said Emily. Now that the two girls had made it back to the changing room after school, she was finally able to pull her sweaty shorts down and let them drop to the floor.
"What do you mean? You barely did any exercises!"
"Pssh. As though you did a whole bunch, Miss Feeling-Lazy-Today."
The two locked eyes for a moment, but a shared laugh quickly broke the tension. For as much as they gave each other a hard time constantly, they really were good friends.
Once the moment had subsided, Emily bent over to rummage through her gym bag, inadvertently slamming you into her asshole again. Fortunately for you, however, you were only pinned to the side of the sphincter by her thong this time, rather than being thrust inside. She quickly found the change of shorts she was looking for, but in the process she also spotted a spare thong she had forgotten about. "Hmm... Is it worth it to change my panties too? I'm just going home after this," she wondered to herself.
As if answering her question, a bead of sweat chose that moment to form at the top of her crack and drip its way lazily downwards. She shuddered at the invasive way it slithered between her cheeks, though it proved far worse for you as it came crashing down right on top of your head, splattering everywhere.
"You know what, yeah, I will change. Hey Monique, I'm gonna change panties, okay? Mind looking the other way?"
"Oh, sure. I guess if you're doing that I will too."
You couldn't hear Emily's voice very clearly, but you heard enough to realize what she was about to do. This was your ticket out of here! All you had to do was cling to the thong when she pulled it out of her butt, and you'd be free! A small part of your brain believed something was bound to go wrong with this plan, leaving you stranded in Emily's ass again, but this was still the best chance you'd gotten all afternoon.
As Emily rolled the thong down her legs, it bunched up and twisted in on itself, wrapping you up tight inside of it and making you panic. Having experienced the inside of her ass first hand, this new makeshift cocoon wasn't nearly as bad, but that didn't mean the musky atmosphere inside was pleasant. Fortunately however, the pessimistic part of your brain was actually proven wrong for once when Emily gently placed the thong on the bench beside her, letting it unwind and in turn releasing you before you really started to run out of air.
You clumsily tumbled onto the bench below, but you were so eager to make a break for it that as soon as you hit the ground you got back to your feet and took off running. Fatigue be damned, you were never going back in that ass again.
You ran without stopping for several minutes, crossing a distance of nearly a mile at your scale, but what was really more like five or six inches. You figured Coach Amber would have given you a pretty good score for that if you'd done it in class. But the rush of adrenaline you felt after finally escaping was starting to dissipate, and finally you had no choice but to stop and catch your breath. It was at that moment that it happened. A strange feeling in the back of your mind like you were being watched. Anxiously you looked around the room... and your eyes met Emily's giant ones.
"Huh, weird looking bug."
"Ew, a bug? I don't wanna hear about it," said Monique from across the room.
"I've never seen one like this before. Almost looks like... a little man..."
You stumbled backwards as Emily suddenly brought her face very close to you for a better look.
"Ho-ly shit. Blaise?!"
Well, you finally managed to get Emily's attention. You sure hoped all those rumors you had heard about her weren't true...
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[Note from RandomAnon]: Choice 4 implies that Monique is aware of Veronica's crush/asking Blaise out, which is why she'd take him from Emily presumably to give to Veronica. You could still choose a different approach if you come up with one.
BING-BONG!
The chime of the last bell of the school day interrupted Emily's train of thought. Well, she called it a chime metaphorically, but she didn't know of any schools that still used actual bells anymore. Pretty much all of them were just a sound they played over the loudspeakers, now. Either way, that meant that students would soon be flooding the halls.
"Crap. Monique, we gotta hide. You know if our classmates see us they're gonna chew us out for ditching them..."
"Don't gotta tell me twice! Quick, let's duck into the bathroom over there."
---
Soon both girls were settled into their hiding spots, each one taking up one of the stalls farthest from the door. They continued their earlier conversation, but at a lower volume in case anyone was nearby.
"Where the hell did Blaise go? Aww man, I'm never gonna get another chance like this..."
"Never mind that, my clothes are still in the changing room! I hope the other students clear out of there soon, I'm getting really sweaty in these gym shorts."
"Monique, you're always really sweaty. What difference does it make?"
"Okay first of all, rude. Second, those clothes are dry, at least. Every little bit helps, you know?"
"I guess." Emily sighed.
"Aww Em, I know you're upset about losing your 'target'. But there'll be others, right? Did you get Josh already?"
"Yep, got him two months ago."
"Stephen?"
"Check."
"Hmm, well there's gotta be somebody left you haven't skunked yet..."
As the girls griped to one another, you were stewing quietly in the musk of Emily's thong. Based on what direction felt like down right now, you figured she was sitting down for the time being. Maybe now would be your chance to make a break for it? You hopped down out of the thong, but as you did something unexpected happened. Your foot landed in between two of the threads of her gym shorts, which ordinarily wouldn't be a big deal, but the ground you expected to feel on the other side of the shorts wasn't there. You glanced down to see a pool of water far below you and gulped. What the heck was she sitting on?? Frantically you grasped at her thong and hoisted yourself back to safety. For once you were grateful to find yourself back in its smelly grip.
Guess going down isn't an option, you thought. Rather than risk falling from a height you weren't sure you could survive, you decided it was best to do a little recon while Emily wasn't moving around as much. You picked one end of the thong and started walking towards it, just to see if you could get anywhere. At your size, it wasn't like you could do much else anyway...
---
After about twenty minutes, you had actually made what felt like decent progress. Looking at the ground beneath you you could see that the thong was more intricately patterned in this section than the simple string that made up the rest of it, so you figured you must have reached the little triangle patch where it met up with the waistband, near the top of Emily's crack. You almost allowed yourself to feel hopeful that you were getting somewhere, when you felt the rumbling of Emily starting to stand up again. You were sent tumbling back deep into her buttcrack, but you almost didn't care about all the progress you had just lost with how annoying Emily's timing was proving to be. Of course she'd stand up now. If you didn't know better, you'd say she was doing it on purpose.
---
"Phew! Feels good to get out of those," said Emily. Now that the two girls had made it back to the changing room after school, she was finally able to pull her sweaty shorts down and let them drop to the floor.
"What do you mean? You barely did any exercises!"
"Pssh. As though you did a whole bunch, Miss Feeling-Lazy-Today."
The two locked eyes for a moment, but a shared laugh quickly broke the tension. For as much as they gave each other a hard time constantly, they really were good friends.
Once the moment had subsided, Emily bent over to rummage through her gym bag, inadvertently slamming you into her asshole again. Fortunately for you, however, you were only pinned to the side of the sphincter by her thong this time, rather than being thrust inside. She quickly found the change of shorts she was looking for, but in the process she also spotted a spare thong she had forgotten about. "Hmm... Is it worth it to change my panties too? I'm just going home after this," she wondered to herself.
As if answering her question, a bead of sweat chose that moment to form at the top of her crack and drip its way lazily downwards. She shuddered at the invasive way it slithered between her cheeks, though it proved far worse for you as it came crashing down right on top of your head, splattering everywhere.
"You know what, yeah, I will change. Hey Monique, I'm gonna change panties, okay? Mind looking the other way?"
"Oh, sure. I guess if you're doing that I will too."
You couldn't hear Emily's voice very clearly, but you heard enough to realize what she was about to do. This was your ticket out of here! All you had to do was cling to the thong when she pulled it out of her butt, and you'd be free! A small part of your brain believed something was bound to go wrong with this plan, leaving you stranded in Emily's ass again, but this was still the best chance you'd gotten all afternoon.
As Emily rolled the thong down her legs, it bunched up and twisted in on itself, wrapping you up tight inside of it and making you panic. Having experienced the inside of her ass first hand, this new makeshift cocoon wasn't nearly as bad, but that didn't mean the musky atmosphere inside was pleasant. Fortunately however, the pessimistic part of your brain was actually proven wrong for once when Emily gently placed the thong on the bench beside her, letting it unwind and in turn releasing you before you really started to run out of air.
You clumsily tumbled onto the bench below, but you were so eager to make a break for it that as soon as you hit the ground you got back to your feet and took off running. Fatigue be damned, you were never going back in that ass again.
You ran without stopping for several minutes, crossing a distance of nearly a mile at your scale, but what was really more like five or six inches. You figured Coach Amber would have given you a pretty good score for that if you'd done it in class. But the rush of adrenaline you felt after finally escaping was starting to dissipate, and finally you had no choice but to stop and catch your breath. It was at that moment that it happened. A strange feeling in the back of your mind like you were being watched. Anxiously you looked around the room... and your eyes met Emily's giant ones.
"Huh, weird looking bug."
"Ew, a bug? I don't wanna hear about it," said Monique from across the room.
"I've never seen one like this before. Almost looks like... a little man..."
You stumbled backwards as Emily suddenly brought her face very close to you for a better look.
"Ho-ly shit. Blaise?!"
Well, you finally managed to get Emily's attention. You sure hoped all those rumors you had heard about her weren't true...
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[Note from RandomAnon]: Choice 4 implies that Monique is aware of Veronica's crush/asking Blaise out, which is why she'd take him from Emily presumably to give to Veronica. You could still choose a different approach if you come up with one.
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