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Tour Group - Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2020-09-20 11:30:53 +0000 UTC
Anna heard the water turn off in the shower, and then two loud thumps a few moments later. She was finally able to move most of her body, and was trying to rise shakily to her feet, but the thumping on the floor suddenly back louder, and stronger.
“Be careful …” Anna shouted, but Emilie stomped into he door, cutting her off. As her heel hit the ground, the entire floor shook and Anna lurched forwards. Another earthquake shook the ground and Anna fell back onto her hands and knees, craning her head up to see Emilie starring right at her and approaching with long, heavy strides.
She had her towel wrapped around her torso, the fluffy, white cloth hanging from the tips of her breasts to reach just below her crotch. Anna often saw Emilie in this way, but the much smaller towel from this hotel revealed a lot more of her body than she seen before. Anna had always secretly thought of Emilie as having a weight problem, but after everything she had seen … and felt, with Becca, her friend seemed to stand in a new light. Her gigantic, curvy legs were genuinely sexy, with enough volume on them to soften their edges and give a lover something to grab. The thin towel did little to hide her shapely hips and the ass that Anna knew all too well. It had been the biggest she had ever witnessed, but again, Becca had pushed these limits. For the first time, Anna was able to appreciate the difference between a fat butt (that was large, but misshapen and flabby like Becca’s) and a big butt (smaller, but more rounded and altogether attractive, like Emilie’s). She understood why the brunette had never had much trouble with boys, especially when she wore dressed as short as her current towel.
Where Becca’s wide, apple-shaped body would have ballooned out beneath such a little towel, Emilie’s abdomen suddenly seemed slimmer and even Anna only really noticed the most subtle of bellies pushing forwards. As she headed straight for the tiny redhead, Emilie’s bosom trembled beneath the tight wrapping of the towel, nowhere near as large as Becca’s, but certainly big enough to complete a buxom, hourglass figure, albeit with a little meat on her bones. The violent pounding of her feet on the carpet was in reality, little more than her normal walk, and it did nothing to rouse the slumbering lump that was Becca from her sleep. It was too much for Anna to stay upright and she waited impatiently for her friend to finally acknowledge her and end the almost menacing way she was starring down at her.
As if on command, Emilie’s gaze was finally drawn away from her puny travel-companion. Her legs continued to carry her swiftly towards the redhead, but her eyes were pulled to the larger one, half naked, in bed. Becca’s immense body spread over more than half the bed, and lying on her front, Emilie simply couldn’t look away from the vast mesa of her rear. The twin hills rose and fell as the Irish woman snored gently. A very thin pair of grey panties could be seen wedged in the crevice between them. The cloth was twisted and damp, sucked into the gap and squeezed between the glutinous cheeks. Emilie felt her loins tingling and she licked her lips. I bet that crack is hot, wet and heavy, she thought. Shifting her gaze back down, she realised that she had reached her friend.
“Bet you thought I was gonna step on you right?” Emilie teased, starring down the length of her body at the puny girl between her feet. Anna met her gaze, ignoring the sight of her still moist pussy, a tangle of black hair beneath her towel.
“Wouldn’t be a surprise,” the tiny girl shouted back, her tiny words not even reaching her friend’s ears. With a giggle at Anna’s sheer helplessness, Emilie squatted down to get nearer to her. Anna raised her arms to protect herself as the giantess’s parting legs released the knot on her towel. The great white sheet fell towards her las if the sky itself was falling, but the brunette swept it aside with a callous flick of her wrist. Her hips descended below her knees before she engaged her core and legs to steady herself in a low squat. She eventually saw the look of shock and fear in Anna’s expression and it made her giggle.
The tiny redhead did her best to stay composed, but the speed at which Emilie had dropped towards her had been too much. She blushed as she stared defiantly up at the giantess’s open thighs, the scent of her freshly scrubbed sex washing over her. She felt like a voyeur, but worse still, she felt a little dehumanised by the fact that Emilie didn’t seem to care that her body was on show: as if the tiny girl didn’t matter enough to warrant embarrassment over being seen by her. Anna felt like little more than an animal, or an inanimate object, whose judgement and presence didn’t count as much as those of a full human.
“What was that, my little mouse?” Emilie cooed.
“I said, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you did!” Anna returned cooly.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Emilie asked, “I’m careless because I joked about sitting on you in the plane?”
“No,” Anna shot back, feeling hot tears sting her eyes as she realised what she was really saying, “You abandoned me! You let that horrible girl sit on me all through the flight and then let her keep in me in her fucking bra all through the bus ride! You are supposed to be my friend, but instead of asking me what I want, you invite her to travel with us, and then don’t care how she treats me!”
“So I’m supposed to let you decide everything?” Emilie asked, indignantly, “You’re not the boss of me Anna.”
“But my opinion doesn’t matter at all?” Anna demanded. To which Emilie remained silent, her gaze shifting away from the tiny girl to the floor between her heels.
“Go ahead and say it!” Anna pressed, “You have always treated me like less because I’m smaller than you, haven’t you? You’re no better than she is …”
Anna trailed off as she saw the first tear drop onto the carpet. A hot flush rose through her face as she realised that Emilie was avoiding her eyes because the giantess was in fact leaking tears from her own. It was surreal to say the least: Emilie squatting over her, thousands of times her size, but crying.
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds, the only sounds audible were the beating of the fan, a few crickets outside, and Emilie’s ragged breathing. The brunette finally looked up after another tear fell.
“Is that what you think? You think I don’t care? You think I don’t worry about you?” Emilie hissed, “You are my best friend Anna! But if you think you can guilt me into doing your bidding, think again!”
“Emi, I …” Anna tried to explain, but she was cut off.
“No, you’ve said enough,” Emilie replied, wiping a wrist across her eyes. She glared at the tiny girl now, with something akin to rage, “You think you’re so perfect, don’t you? Skinny, sexy Anna, and her fat friend. You don’t even appreciate how lucky you are! All you do is complain.”
Then Anna felt guilty about every disparaging moment she had made about Emilie’s weight. In a away, it had taken experiencing the grotesque size of Becca to appreciate that her friend was curvy, rather than fat, but moreover, that Emilie was beautiful. The tiny girl had no idea that Emilie was in fact sharing the real source of her jealousy, which had little to do with beauty. She wanted to apologise, but suddenly realised that her gigantic friend’s expression had changed.
“So you know what? I’m going to enjoy this trip and I don’t care if you don’t. You can try to have fun, or you can complain, but that’s up to you,” Emilie grinned, reaching out and plucking Anna off the ground before she could protest. Anna was too shocked to scream as her body was pressed between her finger and thumb and she began to fly into the air. Emilie stood up in one fluid motion, her powerful legs pushing her easily away from the ground. Despite her anger and somewhat menacing comment, Anna had to admit that her grip was still more gentle than Becca’s had been. But the giantess was getting excited as she stepped closer to the bed and stood over the overweight Irish girl’s sleeping form.
“I think it’s time you appreciated what a big, beautiful woman’s body can give,” Emilie giggled mischievously as she held out her arm, dangling Anna over the bed.
“Emilie, wait, I’m s…” Anna started but her voice trailed off as the finger on either side of her disappeared and she felt a second of weightlessness, before she began to fall. Once again, the sudden danger was too much for the tiny girl’s mind to comprehend, and she fell in stunned silence for what seemed like a full minute to her, watching Emilie’s body supposedly rocket upwards. A tiny look down however sparked a whole host of new fears as she saw where she was heading.
The incredibly vast and ghastly pale sea of Becca’s ass was leaping up at her and before she could so much as brace herself, her tiny body crashed into the gelatinous left cheek. Anna felt like her body was swallowed up by the soft flab, her impact sending rippled across the desert of white skin, but in Emilie’s eyes, all she saw was the helpless girl’s body slap against the comically huge ass cheek. Anna’s body stung form the landing, her face buried in the bizarrely cool, slightly moist flesh. Fear and panic ran through her all at once, as she remembered being beneath this very mass only hours ago, she tried to push herself up, to run away, but as soon as she did, he tumbled to the side and began to roll.
Emilie couldn’t help herself as she watched the pathetic little creature slip down Becca’s gorgeous ass cheek. Her hand shot down to her crotch and she began to rub her vaginal lips, savouring the show she was getting. Anna was sure that the sleeping beast would wake up and notice her, but to her utter dismay, her plight went unnoticed as her puny body was too insignificant to alert the giantess of her presence. With no way to stop herself, and no one to help her, Anna rolled down the ever steeper gradient of the massive mound, her body getting coated in a thin layer of cool moisture. As the hill became almost vertical, Anna felt herself fall for a shortest time before she was met by a wall of meat. The skin that had once been cool had now warmed up significantly, and the thin film of moisture was suddenly a drenching coat of slimy sweat. Anna wanted to scream but her face was buried in the putrid rump of the giantess she hated so much.
Emilie was almost on the verge of climaxing as she watched Anna slip into the canyon between Becca’s butt cheeks, her tiny body disappearing from view as it was swallow up, much like the giantess’s poor panties had been. Emilie closed her eyes as she imagined the sweltering, smothering grip that the puny redhead must have been feeling.
In fact, she was not far off. Anna’s eyes stung from the salty sweat that recently stabbed at them, and her lungs burned for air, but none was forthcoming. She was wedged in the horrible woman’s ass crack, unable to move as her body was pinned by the immovable weight of her cheeks. Worse still, she hadn’t totally stopped descending. She felt every breathe the giantess take as her cheeks spread ever so slightly with the inspiration. The sweat that had formed to lubricate their movements, also served to help Anna on her way deeper into the crevice. As she exhaled, the massive mountains fo her butt cheeks would come together, crushing the life out of Anna as her body sunk into the fat. Any air Anna was able to suck in was heavily laden with the humidity from evaporating sweat and the disgusting scent of stale shit that was radiating from her anus. Anna had gone from panicking to despair as she realised that there was no escape from this prison, not until Becca woke up, and that could take hours. She didn’t see how things could get any worse.
Emilie was on her toes, riddled with pleasure but what carried her over the top was when Becca suddenly decided to roll over. Without warning, her huge glutes tensed and her pelvis rose slightly off the mattress. Anna’s world turned from a fleshy sea to concrete in an instant as she was pulverised, her entire world jumping off the bed. Emilie came when Becca’s colossal ass slammed back down onto the bed, now on its side as the giantess had turned. She perfectly imagined the entire weight of the upper butt cheek smashing Anna’s minuscule frame and the brunette covered her mouth with one hand as her pussy spasmed in ecstasy. Her finger was slick with her own juices as she continued to gently touch herself, savouring every thought and wishing to have been where Anna was.
For the tiny redhead, her life had become a new hell as she felt like she was being crushed beneath a building. Becca’s butt cheek was just as heavy, but so smelled so much worse. Despite now no longer risking slipping further into her ass, Anna was fully immersed in her flabby skin, the vile sweat around her sealing her in with no chance of getting any air. She felt a distant shift as Emilie got into bed beside the Irish giantess, but soon found herself drifting off into a bleak, black sleep, surrounded by the noxious reek of Becca’s asshole. Anna hopelessly welcomed the bliss of unconsciousness, not able to cope with this torment any longer. Her last thoughts were of pure hatred towards both the cruel goddesses in the bed before she drifted off.
