Finally, whatever momentum you had from Lillian's monstrous fart was decaying, and you suddenly felt you were losing altitude as you approached the blonde girl whom you presumed to be Snickers. Given that you had no control whatsoever of your pseudo-flight, you couldn't help but panic and despite the pointlessness of it, you frantically tried to flail your arms, as if you could fly like a bird. As you rapidly fell, you looked down and realized you were heading towards her massive ass.
'Goddammit...!' You thought, since you had literally just escaped a huge ass only to fall into yet another one. At the very least, unlike Lillian, this girl wore what were some seriously undersized shorts or booty shorts rather than a thong, so you wouldn't completely fall into her crack even if you had a very poor landing.
In a few more seconds, it became evident you wouldn't even fall into her crack, which was quite visibly as her enormous cheeks mercilessly tried to devour her shorts, and instead you were heading towards her left cheek, on which you crash-landed, but it felt like you fell into a pool of jelly instead, her gelatinous flesh rippled and wobbled in response even to your negligible weight.
Stunned by the fall, but appreciating the soft landing, you rested on the squishy 'mattress' for a few minutes before getting up. You looked around and found that you were on the half portion that wasn't covered by the badly strained shorts. Suddenly, the 'ground' beneath your feet quivered and made you fall on your face, once again letting the squishy mass below engulf the front side of your body until you got up. You wondered if that was a random shiver, as you had to be far too small to detect, and it's not like everyone had a butt as sensitive as Lillian's, or so you thought.
Snickers enjoyed her day at the beach despite not being all that much of an outside person, here she could just leisurely enjoy her beloved chocolate candy bars while letting the sun warm her skin, and she could go for a swim at the nearby sea whenever she wanted. Not to mention that there were many stands around with lots of different food, which she still enjoyed. Her happy bliss was, however, interrupted when she felt a small, yet distinctly enough object land on one of the round blubbery masses she had for an asscheek. It couldn't have been a single grain of sand, but it didn't feel like a bug either. She was too lazy to try and figure out what it was, even though she was intrigued and after waiting for a bit, feeling nothing, she went back to eating the Snickers bar in her hand. A couple of minutes later, the mysterious small thing that was on her butt moved, and this sent a wave of moderately strong tingles up her spine.
She wondered what it could be, and quickly discarded it being a mosquito but still focused her attention on it, just in case it were some other kind of biting/stinging bug. Luckily for her, her huge butt often proved too thick for them to pierce, and even when she was bit/stung nothing appeared to happen, so she wasn't particularly worried.
After waiting for a few minutes for any further reactions, you finally sighed in relief. You guessed most people's first instinct would've been to squash what could've been a mosquito, but you were happy she didn't. Even if you survived the mammoth weight of Lillian's booty, there was no guarantee you could withstand getting crushed by the meteoric force of a giant hand. You then thought about what your next course of action would be, as obviously you couldn't hang around on her butt forever. Considering your size, it'd be extremely difficult to search for yet another person, let alone reach them unharmed, and thus by elimination you decided that your best bet, or your only actual bet, was to reach this girl's ear and ask for help, and if indeed it's Snickers, which all evidence points to so far, you might have an easier time, since she knows Jen even if just by name/looks.
You hesitantly took a few steps, struggling a bit with the highly inconsistent 'terrain', as your feet sank into it, the exceedingly malleable 'ground' making for rather poor footing. Keeping your balance also felt awkward, and you felt like this could be some kind of circus stunt, trying to walk across an Olympic pool of jelly, though being fair, what you were traversing was far bigger than any pool ever. Upon second thought, the sheer size of everything around you was mind-boggling, the single asscheek you walked on felt like it could be a mountain bigger than Mount Everest or even a planetoid, its clothed portion was visible in your horizon, but pretty far in real distance to you.
Not too long after you began walking, there was another 'earthquake', the jiggly mass under your feet wobbled even more than before, and the ripples that formed were like actual ocean waves in your scale, bouncing you off the ground only to land again with another bounce.
'I wonder if she's ticklish... I guess I must feel like an ant, if she can feel me at all...' You thought, once again waiting to see if she'd try to reach for whatever she felt or if she tried to scratch, but like last time, nothing happened, making you raise an eyebrow. Just in case, you slowed your walk down to almost a crawl, but even like this every few steps there was another quake, making your advance even more difficult than it had to be.
Unknown to you, she was quietly enjoying your tiny walk, feeling tickled by the small indentations your feet made on her plentiful doughy flesh, but she was able to not make a noise, and kept on eating her Snickers bar. Since she was focusing on you pretty well, she was quick to note that it felt different from other bugs, most commonly ants, when they crawled on her, but still didn't seem like you'd be any danger at all, so she was happy to let you continue.
A few minutes later and with increasing difficulty, you reached what seemed to be the apex of Snickers' cheek, her booty shorts were a few hundred meters ahead. You wiped your brow in relief, worried that you might not have been making any progress before. You decided to lay on the soft mattress-like mass to rest, catch your breath and recover some strength. Traversing this gigantic doughy planetoid plus the added heat from the sun made this quite the workout, though you weren't exactly in the mood for that, and were solely driven by survival instinct. Despite its difficulties, you feel grateful that Snickers, or whoever this girl is, has such a soft butt. Crash landing on a bonier one might have been painful or even dangerous, though your trip should be easier with less surface to travel on.
You think back to her, you definitely didn't have many interactions with her, and even calling her an acquaintance was kinda pushing definitions, but since she was in most of your classes you think she should know you by name at least. Then again, how many people remember the ones who are of no consequence in their daily lives? But since you've worked together on a few things, it's not all that far fetched she should know who you are, and maybe remembering her could help your case.
'I guess this would be easier if I could recall her name... but to my memory, everybody always calls her Snickers...' You thought, but then again, even if you were a complete stranger, anybody with a minimum amount of decency should help you given the circumstances.
'Eh, I guess as long as I don't sound too pushy or bossy I'll be fine... technically I'm asking for a favor... it's not like I can press any demands...' You thought, recalling that under far less dire situations some people easily shot themselves in the foot and made others not want to help them.
Snickers noticed that her mysterious "guest" had stopped just before reaching the shorts-covered portion of her cheek, and it seemed the little thing was taking a break.
'Hmm? That's... surprisingly low stamina for a bug, any bug...' She thought. Apparently, she was familiar enough with them to know that most of the time they crawled all over her body on a single run with no breaks, and they moved faster too. But there was no denying that whatever the little thing was, it had to be alive, it was moving with purpose despite the tremors from her quiet giggling.
She then decided she felt like messing around with the "mystery bug", and would play what was a little game to her, what she dubbed "Bootyquake!". As its name implied, she began to wiggle her hips to make her immensely thick behind wobble and jiggle as much as possible, something made far easier by the fact that her huge booty was nearly all fat, likely stemming from her unhealthy diet and lack of any significant exercise, but it was something she was quietly proud of regardless.
There was no warning, and even if there were, there was little to nothing you could do to prepare, but alas, you were completely caught off-guard when yet another quake ensued, but oddly, this one hadn't been triggered by your movement. You also quickly noted that it was much more intense than before and soon enormous waves of fatty flesh rippled around you, bouncing you around, up and down until you managed to hitch a ride on one, kind of like trying to surf without a board, and like that, it was a very awkward exercise. You were utterly baffled that doing nothing warranted such a strong reaction, whereas it was much milder in comparison when you were actually walking. You cling onto the squishy flesh under you as best as you can, but this quake keeps going on without showing signs of stopping... what happens next?
'Goddammit...!' You thought, since you had literally just escaped a huge ass only to fall into yet another one. At the very least, unlike Lillian, this girl wore what were some seriously undersized shorts or booty shorts rather than a thong, so you wouldn't completely fall into her crack even if you had a very poor landing.
In a few more seconds, it became evident you wouldn't even fall into her crack, which was quite visibly as her enormous cheeks mercilessly tried to devour her shorts, and instead you were heading towards her left cheek, on which you crash-landed, but it felt like you fell into a pool of jelly instead, her gelatinous flesh rippled and wobbled in response even to your negligible weight.
Stunned by the fall, but appreciating the soft landing, you rested on the squishy 'mattress' for a few minutes before getting up. You looked around and found that you were on the half portion that wasn't covered by the badly strained shorts. Suddenly, the 'ground' beneath your feet quivered and made you fall on your face, once again letting the squishy mass below engulf the front side of your body until you got up. You wondered if that was a random shiver, as you had to be far too small to detect, and it's not like everyone had a butt as sensitive as Lillian's, or so you thought.
Snickers enjoyed her day at the beach despite not being all that much of an outside person, here she could just leisurely enjoy her beloved chocolate candy bars while letting the sun warm her skin, and she could go for a swim at the nearby sea whenever she wanted. Not to mention that there were many stands around with lots of different food, which she still enjoyed. Her happy bliss was, however, interrupted when she felt a small, yet distinctly enough object land on one of the round blubbery masses she had for an asscheek. It couldn't have been a single grain of sand, but it didn't feel like a bug either. She was too lazy to try and figure out what it was, even though she was intrigued and after waiting for a bit, feeling nothing, she went back to eating the Snickers bar in her hand. A couple of minutes later, the mysterious small thing that was on her butt moved, and this sent a wave of moderately strong tingles up her spine.
She wondered what it could be, and quickly discarded it being a mosquito but still focused her attention on it, just in case it were some other kind of biting/stinging bug. Luckily for her, her huge butt often proved too thick for them to pierce, and even when she was bit/stung nothing appeared to happen, so she wasn't particularly worried.
After waiting for a few minutes for any further reactions, you finally sighed in relief. You guessed most people's first instinct would've been to squash what could've been a mosquito, but you were happy she didn't. Even if you survived the mammoth weight of Lillian's booty, there was no guarantee you could withstand getting crushed by the meteoric force of a giant hand. You then thought about what your next course of action would be, as obviously you couldn't hang around on her butt forever. Considering your size, it'd be extremely difficult to search for yet another person, let alone reach them unharmed, and thus by elimination you decided that your best bet, or your only actual bet, was to reach this girl's ear and ask for help, and if indeed it's Snickers, which all evidence points to so far, you might have an easier time, since she knows Jen even if just by name/looks.
You hesitantly took a few steps, struggling a bit with the highly inconsistent 'terrain', as your feet sank into it, the exceedingly malleable 'ground' making for rather poor footing. Keeping your balance also felt awkward, and you felt like this could be some kind of circus stunt, trying to walk across an Olympic pool of jelly, though being fair, what you were traversing was far bigger than any pool ever. Upon second thought, the sheer size of everything around you was mind-boggling, the single asscheek you walked on felt like it could be a mountain bigger than Mount Everest or even a planetoid, its clothed portion was visible in your horizon, but pretty far in real distance to you.
Not too long after you began walking, there was another 'earthquake', the jiggly mass under your feet wobbled even more than before, and the ripples that formed were like actual ocean waves in your scale, bouncing you off the ground only to land again with another bounce.
'I wonder if she's ticklish... I guess I must feel like an ant, if she can feel me at all...' You thought, once again waiting to see if she'd try to reach for whatever she felt or if she tried to scratch, but like last time, nothing happened, making you raise an eyebrow. Just in case, you slowed your walk down to almost a crawl, but even like this every few steps there was another quake, making your advance even more difficult than it had to be.
Unknown to you, she was quietly enjoying your tiny walk, feeling tickled by the small indentations your feet made on her plentiful doughy flesh, but she was able to not make a noise, and kept on eating her Snickers bar. Since she was focusing on you pretty well, she was quick to note that it felt different from other bugs, most commonly ants, when they crawled on her, but still didn't seem like you'd be any danger at all, so she was happy to let you continue.
A few minutes later and with increasing difficulty, you reached what seemed to be the apex of Snickers' cheek, her booty shorts were a few hundred meters ahead. You wiped your brow in relief, worried that you might not have been making any progress before. You decided to lay on the soft mattress-like mass to rest, catch your breath and recover some strength. Traversing this gigantic doughy planetoid plus the added heat from the sun made this quite the workout, though you weren't exactly in the mood for that, and were solely driven by survival instinct. Despite its difficulties, you feel grateful that Snickers, or whoever this girl is, has such a soft butt. Crash landing on a bonier one might have been painful or even dangerous, though your trip should be easier with less surface to travel on.
You think back to her, you definitely didn't have many interactions with her, and even calling her an acquaintance was kinda pushing definitions, but since she was in most of your classes you think she should know you by name at least. Then again, how many people remember the ones who are of no consequence in their daily lives? But since you've worked together on a few things, it's not all that far fetched she should know who you are, and maybe remembering her could help your case.
'I guess this would be easier if I could recall her name... but to my memory, everybody always calls her Snickers...' You thought, but then again, even if you were a complete stranger, anybody with a minimum amount of decency should help you given the circumstances.
'Eh, I guess as long as I don't sound too pushy or bossy I'll be fine... technically I'm asking for a favor... it's not like I can press any demands...' You thought, recalling that under far less dire situations some people easily shot themselves in the foot and made others not want to help them.
Snickers noticed that her mysterious "guest" had stopped just before reaching the shorts-covered portion of her cheek, and it seemed the little thing was taking a break.
'Hmm? That's... surprisingly low stamina for a bug, any bug...' She thought. Apparently, she was familiar enough with them to know that most of the time they crawled all over her body on a single run with no breaks, and they moved faster too. But there was no denying that whatever the little thing was, it had to be alive, it was moving with purpose despite the tremors from her quiet giggling.
She then decided she felt like messing around with the "mystery bug", and would play what was a little game to her, what she dubbed "Bootyquake!". As its name implied, she began to wiggle her hips to make her immensely thick behind wobble and jiggle as much as possible, something made far easier by the fact that her huge booty was nearly all fat, likely stemming from her unhealthy diet and lack of any significant exercise, but it was something she was quietly proud of regardless.
There was no warning, and even if there were, there was little to nothing you could do to prepare, but alas, you were completely caught off-guard when yet another quake ensued, but oddly, this one hadn't been triggered by your movement. You also quickly noted that it was much more intense than before and soon enormous waves of fatty flesh rippled around you, bouncing you around, up and down until you managed to hitch a ride on one, kind of like trying to surf without a board, and like that, it was a very awkward exercise. You were utterly baffled that doing nothing warranted such a strong reaction, whereas it was much milder in comparison when you were actually walking. You cling onto the squishy flesh under you as best as you can, but this quake keeps going on without showing signs of stopping... what happens next?
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May 12, 2023
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