The Coach - Chapter Five (Lilliputian Tier)

(The poll for Lydia's pubic hair was a tie between a bush and clean-shaven. I have opted to give Billi the bush since she's generally more unkempt than Lydia, and Lydia can be clean-shaven. The winner for the side chapter was Billi and the mascot. Hope you enjoy!)

Jack watched as the coach of the volleyball team vacated the locker room in defeat. His one glimmer of hope fading away as the door slammed closed behind Rick after his failed attempt to save Jack. Truly on his own now, Jack didn't even have Miss Scherman to mediate, not that she did much mediation.

The girls treated Jack as some sort of sub-human, and most didn't even know his name. Lydia had been sure to make him aware of the consequences if he were even to utter it; he was Mighty Mouse, no exceptions.

Billi moved deeper into the room with Lydia in tow. The other girls soon followed suit and returned to their respective lockers, finally ready to get changed and leave. Jack didn't dare beg or shout up to Billi or Lydia, instead obediently waiting for whatever they had in store for him.

"So, do you want my help getting him back in there or not?" Lydia asked, not sparing Jack even a glance as the two scantily clad giants talked between themselves. He was terrified, knowing exactly where Lydia meant by "in there." His heart pounded painfully, causing Jack to clutch at his chest in an overstimulated panic. Suddenly becoming very aware of the greasy sweat still clinging to much of his skin, from when Billi had last forced him between her cheeks, he gagged.

Jack shuddered as Billi looked down at him, her stare piercing into every fibre of his being. She shrugged as she looked back at Lydia, "Ermm, yeah, if you wouldn't mind."

Lydia smiled deviously, "No, I'm more than happy to help!" She held her hand out expectantly as Billi handed her their tiny mascot. Jack tumbled uncontrollably from Billi's hand before free-falling the short distance to Lydia's. He would have been sick if he had anything on his stomach to bring up. Instead, he fell into Lydia's grasp, and her fingers coiled securely around his limp, weakened form.

"Alright, bend over!" Lydia commanded Billi. Bending over, Billi patiently waited for Lydia's delicate touch, eager to have Mighty Mouse back in her ass. Lydia's manicured fingers curled over the lip of her waistband, a cool breeze drifting between her cheeks as Lydia peeled her slick panties away from her body.

Jack looked up to Lydia with pleading eyes, only to be met with a soul-shattering smirk. He squirmed in her grasp as Lydia moved him over Billi's exposed crack. Jack could feel Lydia's grasp slackening as he tried desperately to stay in her hand. In a last-ditch effort to save himself, Jack urgently begged, "Please, don't do this! I can't go back in there! Anywhere but there!"

Lydia's eyes widened in shock at their mascot's gall, imparting a deep horror into Jack's soul. He knew he had made a fatal error. Lydia took a deep breath and composed herself, "Mighty Mouse, what have I told you about speaking when not spoken to?"

"I'm sorry, Lydia. It won't happen again," Jack uttered back as Lydia's grip tightened around him, forcing the air from his lungs. He could feel himself becoming increasingly dizzy as his vision began to fade. "P... P-please, L-Lydia..." he helplessly wheezed, with no air in him to keep begging for forgiveness.

Suddenly, Billi peered over her shoulder and cut in, "Hey, what's the hold up back there? I'm just standing here with my asshole out!"

Lydia laughed and loosened her grasp around Jack. He gasped inwards, grateful to still be conscious but feeling a little dazed. "Sorry, Billi, our mascot needs to learn some manners," Lydia replied as she began to lower Jack towards Billi's crack.

Jack tried his best to stay quiet as he was pushed deeper and deeper. Disgusted by Billi's plump cheeks smearing an additional layer of her filth onto him, he involuntarily let out a high pitched squeal. Lydia stifled a gag as she pushed their little mascot even deeper, watching his arms flail as his legs were held firmly in place.

"Is he in now?" Billi asked impatiently, "Can I pull my panties up yet?" She reached around behind her and grabbed at the edges of her panties, ready to pull them up.

"Hold on, hold on!" Lydia replied quickly, "I just want to make sure he's deep enough." Jack watched helplessly as Lydia's index finger came down upon him. He writhed beneath the pressuring digit as he was forced in until only his head remained visible. Lydia waved teasingly before giving him a long, final push.

Jack screamed out as Lydia pushed at his exposed head, sending him fully into the clammy darkness. Billi's tight asscheeks pressed against him on all sides as Lydia eased him in, her finger sinking between Billi's cheeks up to her second knuckle.

Feeling Lydia's finger dangerously close to her asshole and their mascot directly against it, Billi yelped and jumped forward. She quickly pulled her panties up and turned to face her overzealous friend, "Hey, what the hell?"

Lydia chuckled as she wiped Billi's sweat off her finger and onto her shirt, "What do you mean? You owe me one!"

"I didn't ask you to put your finger in my ass!" Billi playfully retorted.

"Yeah, well, how else was I gonna get him as deep as he is?" Billi asked in response, smirking all the while. She sniffed her finger, "And now my finger smells like your ass!"

Billi laughed, clenching her cheeks around the squirming student trapped in the confines of her panties, "If you think your finger smells bad, you should smell where Mighty Mouse is right now. He's much, much deeper than where your finger went."

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Billi was on the move. Each step she took served only to rub her vile, humid stink into every nook and cranny of Jack's puny form. He feverishly fought to push away from the rubbery flesh of Billi's putrid asshole, the foul stench intoxicating.

As Billi's movement slowed, the pressure around Jack suddenly increased, indicating that she had sat down. The hard surface beneath Billi forced her cheeks to compress and threaten to pulverise Jack at any moment. He wailed, all noise lost in the vast expanse of Billi's ass flesh. He writhed his body in an attempt to relieve any of the pressure, finding only the slightest solace by sliding deeper between her cheeks and even closer to her asshole. Tears streamed down his cheeks, immediately lost in the sweat, as he found himself pressed right against her sphincter.

Billi moaned quietly in the back of Lydia's car as she felt Mighty Mouse press up closer against her asshole. No matter how much she enjoyed this, as she felt her loins burning with desire, she couldn't wait to get him home. She flexed her cheeks playfully, invigorating his squirms each time she did.

Jack was forced right up against Billi's twitching sphincter, with no way of escaping it. Billi's constant flexing had her pucker gnawing at him. When it finally relented, Jack was happy to have even just a moment of brief respite, although he questioned why she might suddenly stop flexing her asshole. A deep rumble boomed through Billi's body, inaudible to her and those around her.

Billi felt the pressure in her stomach building; she knew exactly what Mighty Mouse was about to endure. But what did he expect huddled up so close to her asshole? She clenched as she felt the pressure move into her rectum and push up against her backdoor.

Suddenly, she flexed her asshole outwards and pushed overbearingly against her panty passenger. A hot, retched blast of gas engulfed Jack's whole being, burning his eyes and invading his nose and mouth. He was helpless as the humid onslaught coated his body in a grime usually reserved for Billi's panties to absorb.

Billi sighed in contentment as the gas hissed out from her, the pressure inside of her slowly lessening as it escaped. She could feel the moisture against each of her cheeks, but the moist warmth she'd usually feel as the gas singed her panties was not there. She smirked, noting the unscathed panties as one of the many benefits of keeping Mighty Mouse back there.

Lydia pulled up in front of the volleyball team's shared house and stopped the car. "Alright, here we are," she chirped, keen to get inside. She peered into the backseat for a moment, "Billi, are you game to get straight to drinking tonight? It is Friday after all."

Billi paused and weighed up her options, "Hmmm." She tensed her cheeks around her anal dweller, wondering if she were better to give him her entire evening. After a moment of thought, she answered, "Yeah, maybe we can play some drinking games tonight; Molly just bought a deck of cards we can use. I might take a shower first, though."

Lydia furrowed her brow in disbelief, "You? Take a shower?"

Billi allowed her jaw to drop, feigning shock, "Yes, I shower, y'know?"

"Well, if you shower, then why didn't you just shower in the locker room?" Lydia asked back with a playful grin. More girls pulled up outside the house in their respective cars and headed straight inside.

Lydia had her there; Billi could've showered in the locker room. She showered, it was just rare. Billi subscribed to the idea that her body was full of natural, cleansing oils. People would shower, lose those oils, get dirty, and thus need a shower - a ploy by Big Soap.

A thought came to Billi, escaping her lips quicker than she could vet the contents of it, "You shoved our little mascot up my ass straight after Mr Clark left the room. I wasn't gonna shower with him there!"

Lydia nodded, "That makes sense." A wry smile curled across her face, "That guy needs to be broken in anyway. We want him unwaveringly obedient, so you do you, girl."

Billi smiled and reached for the car door handle, "Oh, don't worry. I'll happily break him in." The girls climbed out of the car and went inside.

Lydia headed straight into the kitchen as Billi ran upstairs. She moved quickly into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. "Alone, finally!" she said aloud, leaning against the door. Billi didn't plan on taking a shower, as she'd said, but needed an excuse to be alone for a while. She wondered if Lydia knew that and just didn't care.

Deciding that it was time to free Mighty Mouse from between her cheeks, Billi peeled her leggings and panties away from her. She slipped her hand down into the sweaty, unkempt confines of her ass and began to dig around.

"Where is he?" Billi asked herself as she sent her hand in up to the wrist. Finally, as her fingers danced delicately around the edges of her asshole, she found him. He was pinned right against her tainted sphincter, covered in grime and barely able to keep himself out from its grasp.

Billi chuckled as her fingers snaked around Mighty Mouse. She slowly withdrew her hand, careful not to lose him again. The less time she had to spend with her hand in her ass, the better. Asses were for sitting and shitting, not for digging around in.

Jack gasped as Billi pulled him out from between her cheeks, his lungs straining to return to their usual capacity. He supped in what air he could, the scent of it still vile from the grime coating his body inside and out. Billi laughed, "Urgh, as much as I enjoy having my scent on you, you could use a wash!"

Still heaving, Jack weakly replied, "Yes, please, Billi. I need a wash." He flopped down onto her palm, tired from the constant pressure her cheeks had exerted on him. He was thankful, at least, that this typically disgusting girl was planning to clean him up.

Billi moved swiftly across the room with Mighty Mouse in hand, headed directly for her ensuite. "Oh!" she said as she stopped just shy of the door, "Actually, I may as well show you where you'll be staying." Jack looked up at her in confusion; he had surmised that she'd be keeping him on her person.

Turning, Billi walked over to what looked to be a small terrarium. It had rocks, plants, a dripper for water and a bowl for food. "This used to be for my lizard. I ki... he died," Billi explained, sending a deep horror into Jack as he caught her Freudian slip. She continued, "I kept the terrarium anyway. I knew it would come in handy eventually."

"You're going to put me in there?" Jack asked, his heart pounding as he risked speaking out of turn, "Aren't you only having me for one night?" He prayed she was. In the short time he'd been "on the team", Jack had quickly come to grips with who to avoid. And alongside Lydia, Billi was at the top of that list.

As she spoke, Billi made her way back over to her ensuite, "For now, yes. I'm getting pretty close to Lydia, though. She's gonna have her hands full. Maybe I could convince her." She opened her ensuite door and went inside.

"Convince her?"

Billi moved over to the sink and roughly dropped Mighty Mouse into the bowl, causing him to bounce around against the slightly wet porcelain. From his size, he could see every loose hair, every bit of dried toothpaste, the remnants of spit that hadn't been washed away. Jack watched as Billi reached over him and put the plug in before turning the tap on. The water rose slowly.

Bending over, Billi plucked a small bottle of soap up from the floor below. She unclipped the lid and poured a dollop in, "Yeah, she promised I could have you if you misbehaved. But I reckon I could convince her to let me have you anyway." Billi closed the bottle and placed it back on the floor before returning to her position above Jack, "The girls can still share you, but somebody needs to take responsibility for you. Who else can say they have a terrarium to keep you in?"

Before he could formulate a response, Billi's hands abruptly came over Jack. She wrapped her fingers around him, pushing him down into the soapy water as it continued to rise. Billi rubbed the pads of her thumbs roughly across Jack's body as she tried to clean him.

Jack held his breath for his long as he could as Billi expertly perused his whole body, getting her digits into every crease and ensuring that he was clean. As his lungs felt like they would give in, Billi finally lifted him out from the water. "There, isn't that better?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you, Billi!" Jack shouted back up to her.

Billi turned the tap off and unplugged the sink. Grabbing a small hand towel, she absentmindedly dried Mighty Mouse off as she headed back into her bedroom. "Well, I'm not totally unreasonable. If you're a good mascot, and always obey me, then I will reward you." Billi tossed the towel onto her bedroom floor with him sufficiently dry before approaching the terrarium once more.

Jack watched as Billi's other hand reached for the top of the terrarium before unlatching the lid. "However," she explained as she began to lower him inside, "If you act out or disobey me in any way, I will punish you. And it will be my pleasure." Her lips curled into a devious grin.

A cold chill swept across Jack's body as Billi looked at him through the glass. He stuttered nervously, "No, you'd... you'd never n-need to punish me. I wouldn't dis... disobey y-you, Billi."

She smiled more warmly as she stood up and closed the lid on his terrarium. "Good!" she chirped, "Keep it that way. Lydia wants me to break you in, and I suspect I will have to. But maybe your time in my ass was all you needed."

"It was! It was!" Jack yelled back through the glass as the harrowing memories came back to him. The torture he had endured, the gas, the pressure, the sweltering heat. He could still smelt the faintest aroma of it in his skin, where washing simply wasn't going to be enough.

"Don't get me wrong, though! You will be going back there..." Billi replied, "But that's for my fun!" She winked and turned to leave the room. "Now be a good boy and don't try anything. I'll be back to play later tonight, once I'm finished hanging with the girls!"

Jack could only watch as Billi unceremoniously left the room and shut the door behind her. Finally alone, Jack inspected his new environment. It felt almost like being in a greenhouse... if the surrounding world was a teenager's bedroom. He moved up to one of the hanging vines and rubbed the leaves between his fingers. They were real.

He couldn't help but think the terrarium wasn't so bad. Hell, other than when she had him up her ass, Billi had been quite nice. She bathed him and left him to rest, and all she asked for in return was obedience. Jack peered up at the lid on the terrarium, wondering if there was a way out. As much as Billi had surprised him with her kindness, he didn't want to be kept at all.

Before Lydia had swept him up from the campus floor, he had been managing okay. A few mishaps here and there, an overbearing girlfriend who had caused most of his shrink spurts. But generally, he was able to get on with his life. Now he wasn't sure he had a life.

As Jack paced around the terrarium, there was one thing he knew for sure - he wasn't escaping it. The only way out was latched shut from the outside, and as he rubbed his hands against the glass, he knew he wasn't scaling it. He'd wait for Billi to come back and show her that he had been good.

Time dragged on. There were no clocks in Billi's room, only a window where he could see how light it was. Once night fell, his perception of time became even worse. Jack would infrequently hear a playful scream or a laugh from the girls downstairs, but nothing to tell him how long it had been. Eventually, he found the softest spot he could in the rocky terrarium and lay down. It took some time, but after what he had been through, Jack drifted off into a much-needed slumber.

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Jack was thrown into panic as he heard the thunderous booms of someone running upstairs. The laughter was much louder, almost as if it were right outside the door. "Alright, alright," Billi said, her words muffled, "I'm d-done. Night girlss!"

Blinking and rubbing his head, Jack looked over to the door as it opened. And in stumbled Billi. She swung an arm behind her and slammed the door shut. Paying no mind to the terrarium, she continued into the room and began to take her clothes off.

Billi tugged at her leggings, shuffling as she peeled them off and tossed them away. Feeling a little more awake, Jack climbed to his feet and watched the tall, drunken goddess move. She was undeniably stunning, with long, slender legs and a round ass. Awed, Jack watched through the glass as she continued to remove her clothes.

Next came her top. She quickly lifted it off over her torso and tossed it carelessly down to the floor below. The sight was breathtaking, and Jack couldn't tear himself away from it as Billi reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. Allowing it to fall to the floor, Billi sighed in relief as her breasts bounced freely.

Cupping each of her sizable mammaries in her hands, Billi sensually kneaded them. She tilted her head back, eyes shut as she let out a soft moan. Both of them were entranced - Billi by her growing arousal and Jack by the spectacle before him. As Billi opened her eyes and stroked her athletic, feminine form, she moved onto removing her panties.

She stroked the lips of her vagina through the soft fabric, cooing in pleasure from the sensation. Reaching around to the edges of her waistband, she peeled them away from her. Her juices clung onto her gusset as the panties fell around her ankles. Jack couldn't help but notice the bush covering her pussy, dark and dense.

Billi bent over and plucked her panties up from the floor before bringing them to her face. Draping them over her nose, she took a deep inhale. Jack saw the expression - a one of disgust. He didn't blame her either. He'd been in them, and he'd seen them up close. Full of stains, some fresh and others stale, they must have been weeks old by now. Unwashed and no longer white, abused and overused.

Shrugging, Billi tossed them down onto the floor with the rest of her clothes. "I could..." she began, pausing to hiccup, "Get a little more out of them." As she slid her hands down her body, the anticipation of some drunken masturbation growing with each passing moment, something caught her eye.

Jack had a front-row view of his own personal voyeur show. Suddenly Billi turned towards him. Her glassy stare seemed to be directed straight at him as she approached, "Oh, I f-f-forgot about you, M-Mighty... hiccup... Mouse!" Billi bit her lip and unlatched the lid to the terrarium, "Shame we d-don't have the... costume! My pussy is... h-hungry for a mouse!"

Jack clawed back, away from the hole, as Billi's hand descended into the terrarium with her fingers ready to pluck him out. He was barely awake and definitely not wanting to be a drunken girl's plaything! Peering into the glass, Billi squinted as she attempted to focus. "Come on! Stop running!" she commanded in a slur as she moved her hand directly over him.

Hearing her stern tone, Jack stopped in his tracks right as her hand came down upon him. Curling her fingers tightly around her prize, Billi pulled him out from the terrarium. She frowned, "Why were you running from me?"

As she continued to digest the remains of her alcohol, Billi felt a pressure in her gut. She paused for a moment, staring into space while it moved up her trachea. Unsure of what she was doing, Jack apologised, "I'm sorry, Billi. I was just..."

Not listening to his response, Billi cut Jack off as a burp escaped her lips. The hot waft of vodka and lemonade washed over him, causing him to gag in disgust. Billi smirked and moved over to her bed, trying her best to be serious, "You've been naughty!"

She climbed onto the soft sheets and bounced into position against her pillows. "I was just tired, please don't punish me! I can do better!" Jack begged. Billi placed him on the bed between her legs, letting him watch as she slipped a finger between her swollen lips. He could barely make them out from behind the mass of hair, already coated in her cum.

"Oh, this isn't your punishment, this is play time!" Billi explained. She sunk her index finger into her pussy, the wet cavern readily accepting its entire length. "Drinking getss me so horny! I couldn't wait... to... to... masturbate. I f-forgot all about you!"

Jack looked up, only just able to see Billi's face over her furry pubic mound. Her eyes were glazed, mouth agape with a little excess saliva dripping out. How drunk was this girl?

With her other hand, Billi began to knead her breast once more. She moaned again, with more passion and vigour than earlier. Sitting up a little, she looked down at Mighty Mouse, "Well? Get to work!"

Jack looked at the daunting vagina before him, protected by a shield of unwashed, cum-covered hair. He took a couple of hesitant steps, reaching out and feeling the wiry strands stroking his arms. With his hands sinking into Billi's plump labia, he began to rub weakly.

Taking a deep inhale, Jack was nearly knocked to the floor by the overwhelming aroma. Billi's scent was pungent. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as her ass, but still not something he wanted his body coated in. He tried his best to steer clear of the growing moisture where her hole was, opting instead for the upper labia and towards her clitoris.

Billi cooed in satisfaction as Mighty Mouse rubbed her outer regions, yet she yearned for more. Her insides longed for attention; they ached for it. In her drunken haze, she flopped her hand down between her thighs.

Jack screamed out in pain as Billi's limp arm fell on top of him, knocking him from his feet. He squirmed to get away as Billi wrapped her fingers around him and immediately pushed him up against her cunt. Jack flailed his arms and pressed against Billi's soft, wet lips, eliciting a low moan from her. Her pubic hair coiled around his arms and legs as she began to rub him up and down, covering his body in her viscous juices.

Surrounded by sopping flesh, Jack could barely move as Billi pleasured herself with his body. He realised how at risk of getting tangled, or worse, breaking a limb, he really was. Jack tucked his arms and legs in and held his breath for his life as floods of Billi's juices washed over him.

The tension growing in her loins, Billi manoeuvred Mighty Mouse lower until he was directly over her hole. Applying ever-growing pressure, she felt her pussy beginning to engulf him until her lips suckled at the tips of her fingers. She moaned loudly at his renewed squirms teasing her insides just how she wanted him to.

Billi threw caution to the wind as she began to finger herself, each thrust pushing Mighty Mouse deeper and deeper into her. As she got into a steady rhythm, the tension continued to rise, her kegel muscles tightening tastily around her little toy. Her orgasm was coming, and it felt like a powerful one. She increased the pace of her masturbation, forcing her fingers in and out until she could no longer feel Mighty Mouse at the edges of them.

Jack was in hell, suspended in her thick, viscous goo. He couldn't breathe nor smell, considering he was basically underwater. But he could taste. The acidic cum invaded every orifice he had, and he could feel his stomach bloating as a result of it. As he flailed to get back towards the exit, Billi's fingers repeatedly came speeding back in to force him deeper. Eventually, Billi's pounding fingers pressed him up against her cervix, just out of reach as her vaginal walls continued to clench hungrily around him.

Moaning loudly, not caring if her housemates heard, Billi neared her orgasm. She feverishly pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, causing her muscles to contract. Her hips involuntarily rose from the bed, and her toes curled; the deepest recesses of her pussy chewed on Mighty Mouse, threatening to crush him at the height of her pleasure.

Finally, Billi screamed out in ecstasy. Ripples of euphoria washed over her whole body as her pussy clenched around her fingers and her toy. The pressure, even around her lengthy fingers, was immense. And the pleasure was like no other.

Bill sank tiredly into her bed, basking in a post-coital glow. She panted heavily, feeling her cum oozing out of her. And she could feel Mighty Mouse, still not quite at her hole. Focusing on her sensitive insides, she attempted to push him out.

Billi watched between her legs, waiting to see her tiny toy pop out from her dripping hole. With a focused push and a gush of her juices, Mighty Mouse fell onto the sheets below. He lay there, gasping for air and covered in stray hairs and cum. "G... hiccup... good job, little guy! Maybe... m-maybe you will be a g-good masscot after all!"

Jack watched, his vision still adjusting to the light and his body layered with her juices, as Billi unsteadily clambered over him and off the bed. She planted both feet on the floor, pausing for a moment as she attempted to stabilise herself.

"Time for bed, Mousey," she said affectionately, reaching down into her puddle of cum and plucking him up from it. Jack didn't resist; he was more than ready to get some sleep. Billi moved over to the terrarium, unlatched the lid and lowered him inside.

As she went to close the lid again, Jack called up to her, "Ermm, Billi?"

She looked down at him, smiling warmly through the gap in the roof of the terrarium, "What's... what's up, Mousey?"

"Do you have a blanket or something for me? This entire terrarium is rocks and pebbles."

Billi thought for a moment before looking around the room, "Oh, yes! I have something for you." Jack sighed with relief as the naked Billi went to get him something to sleep on. He watched as she searched the floor before bending over, briefly exposing her asshole to him and sending a chill down his spine. At normal height, he'd find that insanely hot. Yet he was terrified of the thing, never wanting to be near it again.

Turning around, Billi presented her favourite pair of panties to Mighty Mouse. "These will be p-perfect, they're so... soft, and they smell like me!" she said cheerily as she moved back over to the terrarium.

"No, Billi, it's fine!" Jack urgently replied as she lowered the stinking pair of dirty panties into his terrarium. The noxious fumes immediately filled his nostrils and made his eyes water. He pleaded with her, "Please, Billi, I don't need anything soft. I'll just sleep on the rocks."

"No, no, no! Don't be silly!" Billi answered, "I want you to be comfortable." Jack moved across the terrarium, holding his nose and hiding away from the giant, stain-ridden pair.

Billi frowned, displeased that he didn't want to sleep on her panties. She spoke in a stern, authoritative tone, "Mighty Mouse, you will sleep on the panties I have... s-so kindly given you! You are... s-so ungrateful. Do you want to sleep in my... my... in my ass?!"

Tears flooded down Jack's cheeks as he reluctantly moved across the terrarium, the smell getting worse as he inched closer. He weakly lay down beside them, crying and resting his head on the cleanest edge he could find.

"No!" Billi shouted, "S-sleep on them! In fact, sleep in th-them!" She unfolded the dirty panties, exposing the strip that usually resided against her asshole.

It was covered in stains, and Jack could see it was wet from its last usage. He begged, "Please don't make me, Billi!"

"Get in n-now!" she commanded, "And if I wake up to... to f-find you not in them... you're... you're going in my ass all tomorrow!" She let a small burp escape her lips as her eyes shut, and she stumbled slightly. Billi shook herself awake, not allowing the alcohol to send her to sleep prematurely.

Jack climbed up onto the filthy pair of panties and lay down on the ass strip, letting his head settle onto the moist fabric. He gagged and retched, the odour unbearable from this close. He could feel it soaking into his skin, causing him to wail even more.

"Good boy!" she said, her tone still angry but calming. She folded the panties back over him and sealed him in, tucking the edges underneath so he was nice and cosy. Billi smiled, satisfied with her work. Making sure to close and latch the terrarium, she headed back to bed. It took no time at all until she felt herself sinking into a deep, long sleep.