Mistake (Chapter 3)

Like diving into a tunnel on a rollercoaster, Clark disappeared into the dark strip between the goddess's enormous arse cheeks. His body collided against the inside of her huge left cheek, his face smashed against the plump, dimpled meat. The scream that had scarcely left his lips was pinned into his mouth as Lucy's juicy butt swallowed him up.

The underwear dragged him up the side of the giantess's skin, as the 19-year-old pulled them all the way up. The dark fabric rode deep into her rump, and carried the helpless young man with it. By the time his ride stopped, he was totally immersed in the girl's ass, squeezed tightly between the toe enormous mounds, each one thousands of times his size.

The darkness was hardly noticeable as his face was pushed into her flesh anyway, but the silence was deafening. Sealed in her crack, the heavy cheeks blocked off any sound from the outside world from reaching Clark's tiny ears, and all he could hear was his own racing heartbeat, as he realized that he couldn't breathe.

The puny boy gasped, sucking hard for any air in the tightly pressed crack, but all he managed was the tiniest bit of warm, moist air. The lingering smell of sweat was overpowering, and Clark started to panic as he found his arms too weak to create a gap in the behemoth booty to get any oxygen. His lungs started to burn, and he was genuinely starting to fear that he would suffocate in the colossal girls bum.

Meanwhile, Lucy pulled on a pair of grey shorts, which hugged her curvy rear and rode between her luscious cheeks. She glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled at the huge glutes she had grown over the past year. She grabbed her phone and started out of her room.

Clark shrieked as the monumental walls on either side of him started to move. When Lucy walked, her thick cheeks rubbed against each other and smeared Clark between them. Each cheek took its turn to contract, and push the tiny man against the other. With each step, Clark was rolled from side to side, his pathetic cries for help sniffed out by the girls rear. Meanwhile, he also felt the snug panties ride a fraction further into the giantess's crack.

He felt the immense pressure as each thousand ton mound battered him from side to side. Strangely, he hardly felt the vibrations of the huge woman's steps, as her bountiful cheeks absorbed the shock.

Lucy stomped downstairs to the entrance and slipped her feet into her sneakers. She then bent forward to tie her laces. As her body tilted, she squatted down and pushed her butt back. Her cheeks spread and she felt her pants shoot up all the way between them.

Clark was dragged into the crevice, hurtling into the darkness until he slammed into a moist, firm band of skin. The pressure from the giantess's buttocks vanished and it was only the underwear that held him against the hot surface. The aroma of sweat was even stronger here , and while he could finally breathe, the air was heavy with the moisture.

'Hey! Help me! I'm done here!' Clark yelled between gasps, his chest shaking with the effort. His arms were painfully pulled behind him as they were caught in a wrinkle in the woman's panties. His head was leaning against her crack, mercifully above the level of her anus, and he couldn't see any way of getting out of his current position.

With her laces tied, Lucy pulled on a hoodie from the coat rack, tucking her long brown hair into it to stop it from bouncing around. She felt the key in her pocket and opened the door. The cold September air washed over her bare legs and caused her to tense up. The involuntary flex of her massive glutes brought the firm walls in behind him, pressing him into the warm strip of skin before him. He felt the giantess's body shake as she slammed the door shut behind her and leapt forward to start her run.

That first bound was like nothing he had experienced before. The titanic creature launched herself into the air and came hurtling down on one powerful leg. The shockwave of her stride shot up her limb and reverberated around her hips before continuing up her humongous body. Her glutes shook and the minuscule man in her arse slipped down.

He cried out in agony as her arms were pulled up awkwardly behind his head, still trapped in the folds of the panties, while his body lowered along the track of her butt crack. What stopped him sliding was a combination of his straining shoulders and a change in the surface against which his face was pressed.

No longer could he feel the smooth skin of Lucy's crack. At that moment, Clark's face had slipped between two firm ridges and he immediately felt them tense around his cheeks. The tiny twitch nearly popped his helpless little head, as the boy found himself caught between the wrinkles of the enormous 19-year-olds puckered arse hole.

The smell was overwhelming now, as the faint aroma of shit that had initially struck him was amplified by his proximity to the source. Lucy hadn't showered since the day before and merely the lingering smell of a fart from hours ago was enough to sear its scent into Clark's puny nostrils. He tried to turn away but stopped dead as he felt the pain in his shoulders spark up and cause him to yelp. He was well and truly stuck, and even the tiniest shift could cause serious injury to his twisted joints.

Lucy took another stride.

Like another bomb going off, everything trembled in the wake of the goddess, and the sheer sound of her footfall was enough to drown out the piercing scream that came out of Clark's mouth as he slipped further and his left arm was yanked out if it's socket with a gut wrenching pop. All it had taken was her running to dislodge his pathetic little limb from his body and as his body sank, he felt the sickening sensation of muscle and cartilage tear as his arm was ripped clean off of him. Blood erupted from the stump that had been his shoulder, but the gush that seemed like liters was barely a drop on the huge young woman's butt.

The boy spun around, rotating around his one good arm as it remained caught in the wrinkled panties. He finished his twirl as the tension on his other arm disappeared, slamming face first into the massive girl's anus. Mercifully, the step had pulled the panties deeper into the crack, and this had inadvertently released his right arm. Unfortunately, while he should have been free, the bunched up underwear now pushed him snugly into the brunette's asshole. Clark tried to push his face away from the sweltering flesh, but all he did was turn his body onto his injured shoulder. He screamed as the salty sweat that was oozing out of Lucy's skin stung at his wound, and his strength sapped.

The shrunken boy collapsed, defeated, as he was rubbed into the ginormous teen's arse hole by her panties, his body bathed in her sweat, as she continued her run. With each stomp, he was whacked against her anus, and he felt the ring of colossal muscle twitch every time. In the dark, humid prison of Lucy's rump, all he could do was pray that the pucker didn't release its horrific contents, as he already struggled to breathe in the boiling, stinking atmosphere.

***

Lara stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She guessed from the silence that her housemate had gone for her run, so she contented herself with tossing her dirty clothes onto a pile outside her door. She changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and loose fitting t-shirt. She checked herself out in the mirror and grinned at the perky F-cup breasts that pushed up beneath the lettering of some band that she was too young to remember. She combed her golden, mid-back length hair and tied it back in a ponytail.

She slipped into a pair of comfy slippers and emerged from her room with her laundry hamper in hand. She scooped up the clothes from the morning and stuffed them inside, preparing to descend the stairs and load the washing machine.

But then Lara stopped. The house was empty, and Amanda had left her room wide open. She couldn't help but want to have a look inside. Setting down the hamper, she crossed the landing and pushed open the door to Amanda's room. The room was dark, so she walked over to open the curtains. As she turned back around, she noticed the phone on Amanda's desk.

Picking it up, Lara immediately knew that it wasn't her housemate's crappy old Samsung, so she turned it over. The screen lit up with a lock symbol, that she didn't try to open, but she did notice a notification on screen.

AMANDA: Hey babe, totally forgot to tell you earlier but I can’t do our thing today …

How strange, she thought. The message must have been for that loser Clark, but why was his phone in their house? She quickly looked around, afraid that he was hiding somewhere, but she was alone. The text put a sour taste in her mouth. Had Amanda been planning to bring him over? Even after she and Lucy had specifically told her not to?

No. Amanda was their friend, and if Clark was coming, it was because he was pressuring her to let him. Lara's fingers clenched around the phone as she fumed about the boy who had stolen her friend. A small part of this came from a feeling of inadequacy, having been dumped at the start of lockdown, but she reasoned that she was only looking out for Amanda.

The slightly ajar door caught her eye. She knew that she had pushed it all the way open, and the coats hanging on the back weren't pushing against the wall. She pulled the door halfway closed, and gasped as she saw the men's shoes.

That bastard had been in the house! She stomped out of the room, pocketing the phone as she went. She barged into Lucy's room and looked around, but aside from the mess of clothes and exercise equipment, it was empty. She marched downstairs, forgetting the laundry as she searched the house for evidence of an intruder. But the living room and kitchen were empty and the utility room too was clear.

Lara couldn't make sense of it, and wanted to message Amanda, but she didn't want to give away what she knew. She decided to pen a short message.

LARA: Hey b, did you get home okay?

She knew that her friend would have been picked up by her parents at the station, but it was a good enough conversation starter. Lara wished that her own mother had been as adamant about coming home for the lockdown as Amanda's, but that was besides the point. She didn't have to wait long for a reply.

AMANDA : Hey, yeah, no problem. Everything okay at the house?

Lara thought about what she would say, and typed out that she had found a phone, but then deleted it before sending. If Amanda hadn't said anything, she might not have known that Clark was coming. What a creep! Lara decided to keep quiet for the moment and went back up to get her clothes.

LARA: All good here hun, have a fab time at home x.