'First was Monique, then Snickers... how many more damned times do I have to deal with this?!' You thought as you clawed at Jordana's humongous cheek, resisting with everything you had as its jiggling motions were trying to drag you in, to push you right into that colossal, hungry-looking anus.

It wasn't just the primal fear of being eaten alive what fueled your resistance. Something about this felt wrong on such a fundamental level, yet you wouldn't be able to explain why if someone asked. Maybe it was common sense? But it felt like something that came from much deeper.

This struggle went on for what felt like a painstakingly slow time, and in many ways it felt like a futile attempt. Little by little, you were getting dragged in, the exceedingly squishy feel of Jordana's cosmic-sized glute not helping matters, keeping a grip on that thing was even harder. Eventually, you felt yourself getting pressed into a warm, rubbery twitching fleshy mass, and as if any of these things weren't enough of a dead giveaway, the intense reek that assaulted your nose surely was.

Thankfully, you weren't caught in many of its cliff-sized folds, but with all the frantic twitching that only intensified the moment you touched it you feared you could easily get thrown into them. To you, all that excited pulsating twitching caused earthquakes atop this fleshy expanse that made it incredibly hard to keep a proper grip and while the copious amounts of sweat that had once accumulated in these dark depths had since evaporated, there was a relatively thin layer of slimy oils that was beginning to build up.

You noted that Jordana's hole was making much more quaking motions than the other two you'd faced, wondering if it was simply because it was bigger or if she was feeling more irritated... or maybe even excited? Both Snickers and Monique didn't seem mad, if anything they seemed to be more apologetic or affectionate. You shook your head as this got you to remember something from a few years ago at school...

~~~

It was a minor memory, one that was perhaps not worth keeping, cluttering your brain, yet for some reason your subconscious refused to delete it or from growing blurry over time. Your friendship with the girls, specially with Lillian's was often motive for teasing on your male friends' part, specially Jim.

"Man, you're always surrounded by good booty while I have to keep hopping around" Jim complained with an annoyed huff, though his smug smirk gave it away that he wanted to mess with you.

"Maybe you wouldn't have to hop around so much if you didn't see girls as just a piece of ass" You replied, not quite in the mood to deal with these shenanigans, yet it was hard to get mad at Jim, the dude was hilarious, though half of the time for the wrong reasons.

"Eh, what can I say? I want what I want. But then I look at you and it's so unfair! Why does God give bread to the toothless?" He said.

"You dare to use one of my own phrases against me, Jordan?" You raised an eyebrow, as indeed, it was a saying that you told your friends about a long time ago, having translated it from Spanish. He laughed cheekily.

"I mean, if you at least went for one of them we'd understand" Pete chuckled "With how much meat they're all packing, we wouldn't blame you, there's only so much one can bite without choking"

"You're not helping, Pete" You sighed.

"Well, you didn't even get mad at the 'toothless' part of the saying" He said.

"I mean, I'm just not such a degenerate pervert" You said as you threw Jim an obvious glance "I dunno, maybe because I actually got female affection in my life I'm not so desperately thirsty for it, huh?"

"Oof!" Pete said as he and Jim both winced at that burn.

"Damn, dude. I hit you with a pimp slap and you return a heavyweight boxer's punch" Jim laughed.

"Okay, okay, maybe that was a bit of a low blow, but all jokes aside, I think that being friends with a girl since forever ago made me more sensible, I just know what not to do to piss them off" You said with a shrug while Jim and Pete looked at each other.

"Who's gonna tell him?" Pete said quietly but you still heard it.

"You should" Jim replied and the two of them looked at you.

"Okay, now what?" You asked.

"Have you considered that the girls might be... you know, kinda pervy themselves?" Pete said "I mean, Lillian and Zuemy sit on your face or your lap a lot"

"To fart on me..." You replied dryly "It's just a thing they do, they find it hilarious or something, it's been that way since way too long ago"

"What about the other two? We've seen them putting up a show for you. They hug you a lot too" Pete then said.

"Are you seriously calling hugs a pervy thing?!" You shot Pete a more icy look.

"Man, if a girl like Cindy showed me her big ass like that I would've given her a good spank, or if she hugged me tight to her boobs I would've made her mine already"

"Okay, gonna stop you right there before I have to actually beat you. You do NOT speak about Cindy that way" You glared at Jim.

"You draw the line with her?!" Pete had a surprised look at how quickly your attitude shifted.

"Yeah. The other three can perfectly take care of themselves. I'm sure Lillian and Jen have already taught you guys plenty lessons. Zuemy just doesn't give a damn. Cindy's the closest I have to a little sister though. So I hope I made myself clear. She's just kinda quirky in her own ways but that doesn't give anyone the right to treat her like that"

"Okay, fair enough..." Jim replied. And things remained quiet though tense for exactly 5 minutes.

"But I'm sure Lillian would definitely want you to 'hit her in the back', huh? Bet she'd like you to plug up that farthole"

"God fucking dammit Jim, we're eating lunch..." You groaned, not just annoyed by pretty disturbed at the idea...

~~~

"Please don't tell me it's what Jordana wants" You muttered, though all the facts seemed to point to this inevitable conclusion. And of course, it had to be in a world where that thing could eat you alive a thousand times over and more.

Meanwhile, if there were some kind of meter measuring how much Jordana was turned on right now, it would've surely spiked up quite a lot the moment she felt your tiny form get pressed into the smooth, fleshy surface of one of the many segments of her pucker. She began to swing her hips from side, imagining that you enjoyed the jiggling quakes that ensued deep in her crack, with her ginormous cheeks serving as insurmountable, globular walls that contained this dark, dank and very intimate world of hers, one in which you were welcome, much to your own chagrin.

Jordana had been trying to hold still, but this feeling was far too pleasurable, she was very turned on and she wanted to make it clear. Besides, with her doing her impromptu dance at the gym, she wouldn't even draw any attention as anyone would've thought she was working out, listening to music on her earphones or something, although she wasn't wearing any at the moment. But, thinking of this herself, she reached into her cleavage, where she had stored them and simply put them to keep appearances.

With that done, her hip shaking became more of a twerking dance, she started to clap those very same humongous, fatty asscheeks that she was sure you admired, making a heavy sounding noise every time those gargantuan glutes bounced into each other. The impact that all these motions she did would cause on you didn't even cross her mind.

You weren't prepared, just as apocalyptic as Jordana's supercharged farts had been earlier, you were caught completely off guard when her gigantic buttocks spread and then slammed back together with unbelievable force, making a thunderous, booming clap while sandwiching you between countless tons of pale, gelatinous but smooth flesh.

'She's trying to crush me now or what?!' You thought just as these enormous masses enveloping you shifted apart from each other and then slammed back into each other just like before. Unfortunately for you, that massive booty clapping wasn't the only thing she added, as her hip shakes and swings got more intense, making it even harder to remain where you were, feeling like you were inside a storm, although one of warm, reeking marshmallows.

'Come on! Get in there already!' She thought, closing her eyes to focus more on just feeling the movement of her body, and yours pressed into hers. Her twerking easily caused her tight black leggings to get bunched up and swallowed between her immense, bouncing cheeks, spelling disaster for you.

With every conscious effort focusing on holding onto the frantically twitching, pink rubbery mass you were on, you were unable to look behind and see that Jordana's thong, plus the bunched up fabric from her leggings were coming towards you, like a train about to run someone over. Then... it happened, the wedged mass of clothes made contact and your limbs managed to get entangled once more. Maybe not exactly entangled, but something was gluing you to it. Maybe it was built up static electricity? No way to know, nor was that the first thing you'd care about when you began to get rubbed all over Jordana's asshole, as if she were scrubbing it using you, much to your disgust.

'Okay, take your time... damn, that feels great. How did he get so good at pleasing a woman's ass?' Jordana thought, practically purring in delight as she felt the extremely diminutive lump of your tiny body getting rubbed all over her sensitive pucker, giving her continuous surging waves of pleasant tingles that ran up her back before diffusing all across her body.

If you could, you would've screamed, but your mouth was clamped shut by the sheer pressure and even if it weren't, you didn't want to get a mouthful of whatever cursed oils coated this hellish, fleshy horror that Jordana called her butthole. The twitching only got more intense until you saw something that made you widen your eyes in horror, it was starting to open and close, giving you ominous shivers that ran down your own spine. You could see it, that monster wanted to swallow you for sure...