Despite otherwise appearing to be lazy and nonchalant, Jaya knew when to take things seriously, and her examination of the supposedly defective bike was one of those things. She ended up pedaling as fast as she could go, unleashing more silent farts as the increased movement upset her stuffed belly and working up more of a sweat, though her shorts and underwear still caught most of it. After several minutes of this high intensity test, she couldn't find a single problem with the bike.
Your tension levels peaked when you saw and felt that this girl was finally slowing down. A relief, after enduring a lot of those giant farts while dodging some truck-sized drops of sweat that dripped down as her shorts got soaked enough to not be able to absorb any more until they dried. This was the moment of truth, and with nowhere to hide, all you hoped for was to not be noticed and for her to leave.
But then again, if this plan failed, what would Isha do next? You doubted she truly gave up on wanting to mess with you, though she was technically at work, maybe that's the key to your salvation! If work holds her up long enough she might get sidetracked and forget you entirely. Once again, you'd have to be hopeful that you'd find a more benevolent girl before you ended up becoming an unwilling resident of this bike seat.
And then, that ginormous rear that had become your de facto sky descended much closer towards you as Jaya rested heavily on the seat. The sweat on her shorts was quickly becoming steam, evaporating before your own eyes. You knew that it was something that happened but you never thought you'd ever be small and close enough to see it. It evaporated just like water when falling on hot metal, forming steam clouds that drifted away, though with that same giant ass in their way, the sweat-steam floated away towards the only direction where there was any minimum semblance of airflow, right under her crack. Thus, passing by you.
It didn't smell any worse than her farts, but the feel of hot humidity and the sense of saltiness got much stronger. You tried not to breathe much of it just in case the humidity were enough to choke you. This felt like a scaled up sauna, not that you'd been many times to one. That thought reminded you that Jen had mentioned that her family had a small one built into her house, honoring the traditions of her parents' homeland.
She made it sound like she wanted to invite you but you dismissed the notion, believing it to be just far too optimistic bordering arrogance to think that highly of yourself, and that it was most likely she was just sharing something interesting about her daily life. Lillian would tease you about it from time to time, even suggesting to take her up on her offer.
Shaking your head, you snapped back to reality and remembered that your current situation was far worse than the mild awkwardness you felt back then 'Maybe I should ask Jen if she really meant to invite me when I get back' You thought, trying to give yourself a little motivation. So far, you'd been caught along with everything the life in this weird, bizarre world threw at you and it felt like you needed to remind yourself that this was not your world, it might be just as real as yours, but you didn't truly belong in here. You needed to start taking action, but until you could reach Zuemy, or failing that, Zoey, you didn't think you'd have a fighting chance... And right at that moment, you were engulfed by a world of darkness, moist heat and vast amounts of jiggling jello.
'I can't ever catch a break, can I?!' You thought when you felt a great pressure coming from your sides as that familiar feeling of warm, gelatinous, jiggly flesh enveloping your body. Sometimes it felt like whoever controlled Fate had it out for you, screwing you over at every possible turn, and you couldn't even begin to think of a valid reason for that.
As if retaliating the sheer insolence of daring to think of that, you felt your surroundings rising and you knew that you had gotten trapped inside this girl's massive ass. The fact that you weren't detected yet was a minor relief, but then again, being at the mercy of such a massive behind with its owner unaware wasn't going to be a walk in the park either, specially after you learned the harsh way that this girl ate stuff she shouldn't have.
Jaya shifted around slightly on the bike seat and purposely rested all of her weight on it, raising her feet off the pedals for them to feel relieved from the moderate effort. A few minutes later, she stood up, feeling satisfied that the expensive stationary bike wouldn't give her any trouble, almost making up for the previous annoyance from missing out on her "hunt". She then began to walk towards her phone to write some quick notes about the bike not being defective but as soon as she took a few steps she felt something.
With hips as wide as hers, and with such a generously endowed badonkadonk it was impossibly for you not to get jostled inside her chasm of death of a crack, bouncing between those immense cheeks as they went up and down, side to side along with her footsteps. And for someone whose personal hobby was to keep micros stuffed back there, the feeling of a diminutive but distinct form engulfed by the fatty mass of her huge ass was one that she was very familiar with, feeling faint waves of pleasurable tingles that traveled across the large surface of those large, meaty globes.
She raised an eyebrow, since she didn't have any micros back there yet the feeling was unmistakable. She was even able to tell apart the real deal from the notorious dolls, a mere imitation that often fell short to the durability and pleasure the originals could deliver, something that had caught the attention of enough scientists that studies were already being done on the matter.
'Hmm? Did a micro fly into my ass while I was testing that bike?' Jaya wondered, giving her hips a sharp wiggle and making her cheeks clap a few times, feeling attentively for the tiny intrusion between them.
'Nope. He's outside my shorts' She thought, finding it odd. Someone would've had to flick, throw or shoot a micro like a spitball with great accuracy to hit her crack from the outside or at least she believed so.
'OR... maybe he was on the bike seat?' She then thought, finding that easier explanation more plausible than the previous, more convoluted scenario.
Giggling at having acquired a new prey with no effort on her part, she walked towards one of the weight lifting sections as it had several benches and it was largely unoccupied since there were multiple of these and the exercising ladies must've gathered in the other ones. Jaya swayed her hips in a more deliberate way to maximize the feeling of her tiny "assenger", feeling him bouncing from one huge, squishy glute into the other with each step she took. She was already curious about her catch and couldn't wait to get a look.
Imprisoned back in that dark, dank jello hell, you remained immobile for more than one reason. First, the weight engulfing you was overwhelming, secondly, you hadn't recovered fully yet from the inadvertent beating Jordana inflicted on you and finally, you didn't want to risk detection. You were hoping that if you didn't move at all, this girl wouldn't feel you in her massive, fat ass. She couldn't possibly be as sensitive or dexterous with it as Jordana, right?
Then, much to your surprise, you saw some more light shine from above as a familiar, skyscraper-sized appendage reached in this warped world of overbearing squishiness and oppressive heat. Your eyes widened in shock and fear, twitching in disbelief just as your limbs all trembled.
'How...How on every conceivable god fricking damned equivalent of Hell across the whole of existence itself did this girl feel me?! I literally didn't move a single muscle!' Right now, you felt that whoever said life wasn't fair failed to grasp how far reaching their claim truly was, and how deep those levels of unfairness could get. Unable to dodge something that large and swift, you were quickly scooped up by the fingernail and then brought upwards.
The sudden shift from near pitch black darkness to the full illumination in the gym blinded you like a flashbang, reminding you of your slight photophobia, one of the few bad things you drew from your mom's gene pool. According to herself, it was a side effect from having black eyes. Thankfully, the burning pain in your eyes died quickly, even more so when you rubbed them while you recovered your sight. You were sitting in a "trench" that was nothing more than one of the many ridges that made up this girl's fingerprint.
Right before you was a building-sized green eye, staring at you intently. Flinching, you looked to the left and saw that the other equally large eye was blue, which would've surprised you more if you weren't so tense, feeling that you were already thoroughly screwed over.
"My, my... what do we have here?" Her voice sounded playful and full of curiosity, though the gleam in her eyes made you nervous. Her voice was slightly deeper than you thought, revealing that this girl was likely in the same age group as Jordana, it gave off a feeling of maturity but not one that you found comforting.
"What a cutie!" She giggled, bringing you closer to her other eye as she seemed to be scanning your whole form with it.
"What happened? Did your girlfriend fart you out while she was biking?" She teased and looked you over once more.
"Hmm... maybe not a girlfriend... maybe it was your mom? Yeah, you look like a good boy" She smirked, teasingly licking her lips.
"Yep. So innocent. Definitely the kind of boy that makes their mum proud. I guess she didn't notice you snuck away from her big booty, huh?" She chuckled "Didn't she warn you of the big, bad girls out there? They're hungry for little cuties like yourself"
"I promise you we're going to have so much fun..."
