~ IV~

Journey Between the Supple Cheeks

Sunset didn't know her feelings. Fingers like pillars were plush on her side, firmness assured, similar ones appearing in the vista below. They slipped into the vast and curved fibres, tugging the waistband back—exposing the topside of the hills below. Green peeked through the darkness.

And the fingers around her let go.

Air crashed upward as Sunset fell downward. Warm currents born by the proximity of the gigantic body. Its lower-back sprawled out the sides and ascended to the heavens. The hips below pushed out, the butt jutted out, cheeks falling away, allowing a crevice of space.

Light transitioned into darkness as the thick brim of the underwear raised in the distance; a dome created by a lady's underwear. Sunset was contained within the space as warmth soothed into heat. Her minuscule body pelted the drop of the green surface, smooth and toasty, sinking into the squish as it swallowed the momentum—coming to wobble it away.

Had she landed safely? Sunset's back rose and dropped on the coming waves, gravity pulling on her feet. The surface of the other cheek loomed in the distance, the light pouring in... barely illuminating it.

Giggles boomed from the heavens. Sunset's hands smacked on the globes to slow the slide, it doing nothing, of course. Her head leaned back to gaze out from the interior of the underwear. Far beyond the pulled out band to the heaved. Wallflower's face peeked over the shoulder, already smirking, mirth about her.

"Looks like my butt is going to have some fun with you, isn't it, Sunny?" Sunny? That'd been the first time Wallflower dared a nickname. The faux confidence was a killer turn-on. "Think you'll be safe in that cage? I know my underwear is soft, and my ass is softer... but there's so much of them both... and so little of you."

The shaking of those hips added demonstration of those words. Sways wobbling those cheeks in heavy swings breaking into each other, smoothly, a duet of ripples downward. The sharp dive of the cheek yanked Sunset downward, falling, feet shooting into the pressed-together softness of the divot.

Sunset had sunk between the cheeks into the pocket, which narrowed as the wall rose and drew closer, the speed and force of the fall shooting her into the grip of the tush. The encompassing ass continued its sway, one cheek pushing her into the other, momentary smothering before direction switched.

Space opened in those seconds, her body descending the crevice, top to middle, the thickness of green further beyond. Sunset could barely see down the line of pressing globes. How the masses filled and stretched out the approaching underwear.

"Oh dear... I don't even see you anymore! My butt really did swallow you whole!" Nothing came beyond those words besides the snap of elastic. Dim deepened into darkness as the curved veil of the panties loomed above and beyond. Pressure doubled on Sunset's sides as the underwear cupped the flanks tightly together. "Maybe you'll have better luck reaching my pussy than I thought. But be quick, now."

Sunset laid back the best she could within the squishy confines, breathing an aroma of lavender from the scented underwear. Vertical was she in that pocket of softness in which space was minuscule. Tilting her head back, the crack was tight above, unable to be seen through. Same story below. In the valley ahead, though, she could vaguely see a darker green.

Hugged all around from the tight ass of the girl I love. Sunset rested into the wall, the back of her head, impressed, on its surface. Her hand stroked the side of a cheek. Warm. Like cookies out from the oven. And to turn it into a naughty game. Didn't know you had this much of an actor inside of you, Wallflower.

The world changed. Something smacked into the chamber—that monolithic hand, perhaps—and the sloped globes entered a mad wobble and slowed into a consistent jiggle. Sunset shifted left and right and sunk into the cleft deeper. Voice thundered. "I'm n-not feeling anything down there! Or perhaps you want to be with my ass after all? Pinned beneath my cheek as I sit down? Unable to beat the booty of a shy girl?"

That summoned cause. Cracks of footsteps boomed from below. Great strides of a powerful poise shaking the current prison. Cheeks shifted into and against the fabric, the great wall barely containing that ass. Each stride pushed Sunset in a particular direction, and the pressure grew the further she went down.

How would she get out from this as the giant, outside of this place, walked around the kitchen only in her panties? Cracking deeper into the crack was asking for the cheeks to clench and lock into place. Crawling out, however, and braving their surface would net better luck.

Sunset leaned forward the best she could, knocked sideways, slowly but greatly from the giant gait. Her hands reached into the doughy divot, fighting to part the warm clumps, holding them out and wiggling in, advancing from out of the depths.

It would be a long crawl out.

Wallflower was victim to delicious feelings beneath her skin. Never had walking been such a good feeling. Twisting her hips to shifting of her ass, each cheek grinding into the other, a pebble of a woman ground in-between. Knowing Sunset was safe and hugged and stuck inside such a secret place... jitters coursed for different reasons.

Actions became different in this new context. Walking around the flat in underwear wasn't anything new; the freedom was a treat. But knowing another was there—down there—forced with every movement and motion.

Wallflower swallowed nothing and was still filled.

She could feel it. Little arms pushing apart her thickness, tickles holding apart the mighty walls, crawling, barely, in the space provided. Even as the giant walked and did as normal, another was braving a world, composed, in a mere part, a section of her body. Forced to endure changes minuscule to all but her.

Wallflower pulled the fridge door back, coming to peek in, seeing the carton of milk kept at the back. Fate couldn't have been more on point. Just as the tiny slipped out from the curved crack of her rump, spat onto the taut slope of underwear—she bent forward, sticking out her bottom, reaching a hand, deeply, to grab the carton.

Wallflower's heart fluttered in feeling her cheek push against the panties, filling and spreading out the material and, at the center of one, an impression sunk. Sunset had escaped only to be caught and pinned by those soft hills. With a giggle, Wallflower stood, drinking the milk, straight, throwing the door shut.

In the relaxed freedom of down there, tiny hands smashed against the cheek, not out of warning but in attempting escape. Struggling and pushing and wiggling. Freedom came in peeling herself free.

Disappointment didn't last long.

Wallflower moaned at feeling the tiny slide down the arch of her underwear, tickling the thickest swell of her flanks, which must have loomed over her, coming to be stuck underneath the heavy bottom of the cheek. Perfect. Turning in place, the giant walked out of the kitchen—intent for the couch.

The densest portion of that cheek rushed over Sunset, who crawled underneath them and across the plane, trying to reach the space between those moving thighs. Some about picturing her body to gigantic scales tickled something special to those places.

Knowing her little Sunset was between her legs. The slope was more pronounced there, denser in stitching too, a legitimate trench. There was a slight disappointment in not getting to sit rump atop Sunset for the length of a movie. Wiggles and shifting would have become something more.

Rather her promise became fulfilled as they reached the couch and, hovering her rear over the cushion... didn't feel any tension from the area. Her ass crashed into the plushness, sinking into it, exploring the tight material around her hips became even tauter.

Exposing the location of her.

"Naughty girl." Wallflower said to a trio of giggles covered by a raised hand. Talking like this was still so hard, a character hard to maintain. Knowing Sunset couldn't see her did wonders for bravado. "So you reached down there after all? I'm glad you did. Could use a friend throughout this show."

Was she pretending to be like Sunset? Her actions and psyche certainly matched it. Loosely picking up the remote, two presses on the buttons, one for power and second for a channel, Saturday morning cartoons. Childhood extends in a few ways into adulthood.

But as she tossed away the remote and propped her legs up, diving that hand in-between her legs, stroking the crotch of her panties... even doing the same things could change. Glancing down, a bugle, a minuscule one, sprouted from the base of her panties.

Two fingers poised over the outline of the tiny, sinking into it softly, weary of its force. Sliding up into the valley between those mounds where sensitivity came blissfully sexual. Sunset didn't dive too deeply into her slit, caressed up and down, a tempo building from the act.

Wallflower sunk deeper into the couch as she lazily collapsed into herself. Little wiggles of the hips to milk the warming texture building in-between her legs. Knowing she was forcing another against her pussy, each succession reaching an inch higher, searching for a little something that'd come out to play.

It didn't take long for her clit to be assaulted by the body of the tiny. She didn't feel the need to use force. Not when little arms hugged around her nub. Wrapped to its rolling form and snuggling into it. One finger was required. Pressing into the short back and drawing circle, slowly, to the quivering of her thighs.

"M-Maybe you'd like it down there... wouldn't you? Clinging to my clit for whole days? Waiting at the bottom of my panties wishing for a squirt? Dousing you in my pee without bothering to change underwear or even take you out."

Wallflower's head slumped left as her fingers retreated to the waistband only to dive underneath it. Passing over the sunny lump, the tips brushed it along with their path, downward, to finish this.

"I don't even know who I'm doing this sexy talk for." Wallflower's index and ring finger sunk into her slit to part her folds, exposing her below, her hole undulating in wanting more. "But you're going inside me now, Sunset. You'll always be with me in what I do. Able to hear everything I say. My pussy could be your new home if you're not careful."

No more words were required after that as those fingers, at the ready, flew inward into the tightness of Wallflower's depths.

Sunset clenched her abdomen as her stomach churned from the velocity of the momentum. Rich scent of urine petered in the underwear as green vines locked in the smells to maddening degrees. The titanic pussy loomed in its curvature like the face of a mountain.

And she was plunged deep inside its innermost cave.

Speeding forward into the depths as the walls narrowed and flesh undulated in detecting a toy. The heat was palpable on the tongue—tasting like musk. In and out through the tunnel, cracking moans, echoed and muffled, stemming from all around. The titanic frame shifted all around her as there was too much mass to be conscious of.

She wasn't sure of when it had happened, but, in the thrusting of the fingers and the flicking of the hips, a force had knocked her free. Sunset fell from the fingertip and rolled on the ground, pre-heated and convulsing beneath her.

Seconds passed before her head could raise. It did so to the underside of those fingers, above and still flying, in and out, while the tunnel closed and clenched. Sunset laid her face back on the flooring, cheek warmed by the surface. Her breasts meshed against it too, legs spreading and crotch pinning into the ground. That constant heat on her private was enough to start breaking the last of her will.

Sunset opened her mouth and took some of the warmed softness into her mouth, its texture played between her teeth, a playful nibbling resulting in a gasp, greatly beyond, consuming clouds. Her actions weren't lost on the giant. Becoming tiny wasn't the same as becoming nothing. Just a new brand of pleasure for their indulgence.

And how unusual a fate like this was. Lodged deeply within the pussy of her girlfriend, a different kind of sex that provided its own bedding. Monolithic fingers stroking above, pleasuring the cavern beyond scale. She did her part, and the fingers did more than that.

Sunset couldn't see deeper in the tunnel for a veil of darkness tucked it away but, on turning to her side, she looked toward the light. The vertical line, wide and thick, allowing minuscule lighting in. Beyond the vault of the hole, the high wall of panties, pushed back on, kept flexing forward and back.

That was enough to do it. Reminded of exactly where she was. How her giant girlfriend was sitting on their couch, masturbating with panties on while watching television... paying no real mind to the tiny one inside. Her own golden hands reached and plunged into her pussy, flicking into the parched lands, still, as the rising arousal broke cracks across its ceiling.

The walls closed in and the fingers pulled out. Away from the hole and up from the folds, which then closed, the view of the beyond, removed, from behind their thickness. Gates of immense softness tucked into closure. Nothing could be seen. Escape unlikely.

Sunset gasped as the walls closed in. Lifting and collapsing around her. Smooth warmth washed over her, the walls coating her skin in slime. Sweet tasting honey reeking of sex. Fingers had already been wedged into her cunt, locked in place by closed thighs—pressed by the surrounding walls.

Gravity leaned back and raised as the giant had probably done the same. Lifting her crotch for the climax as her fingers focused on the fast swirls over her clit. Faster and quicker as pleasure raised and raised until ceasing to be contained.

Gooey milk gushed from the pulsating walls as throaty moans echoed all around the tunnel itself. Sunset was crushed from the walls in a viscous squeeze, making her feel complete. Her own batch of creamy white gushed from between her legs, burning hotness into her thigh and as its drops spilled into the rising rivers.

Both girls, screaming each other's names, brought to new highs, the reward for things newly tried.

Wallflower arched her hips into the air in riding her orgasm, feeling dirtily great about soaking her panties, sensing the texture dampen in juices. Little flicks ensured all would be handled. That, and to shake around her little passenger. Thrown all around her pussy during a creamy explosion.

Maybe their kinks could be mutually loved after all.

After seconds had passed in riding the feeling, however, her bottom crashed into the cushion again. Extreme drowsiness wrecked her body in feeling free of the pleasure that had teased these past few days. They'd finally gone through with their pleasures. Without quite knowing why, panting away loose strands over her eyes, Wallflower patted the front of her panties.

And in a growing dirtiness about her.

Started to pee.

It was only a little bit saved from before the bowl. But in letting everything go, a stream of gold was included in that too, releasing from her bladder. It spilled and splashed and soaked the interior of that underwear, thrusts of the hips to ensure it was spread around, utterly dousing the tiny inside.

How it must have been for poor Sunset. Lodged in such a place after riding the wave of her cum. Dropping into the silk and enduring the remainder of the waterfall. Before she could even relax, another stormed out. Crashing and crashing and crashing pee and urine and yellow supreme in floods over her minuscule body.

The current slowed and shrunk as the seconds passed. Expression of relief transformed Wallflower's appearance upon falling into herself. With her piss done, and tiredness gone, she turned and, without warning, fell forward. Laying on her front on the couch, a snuggle into a pillow as her eyes drifted shut.

Weight of her crotch, covering and pinning, the tiny inside.

She drifted off to sleep.

Merrily.

Author's Note

Experimentation equals expression.

Experimentation is what allows us to learn new expressions and to earn new connections with others. Watersports is a passing interest of mine but nothing deeper. RarityEQM taught me the unique joy evoked from receiving a written story from a friend.

And I want to pay that experience forward.

This was my chance to take the old and merge into something different allowing it a new rendition. Semillion is one of the deepest friends despite the lack of contact. Dark time sees me at their DMs. Even lacking answers, they provide me with comfort and, their bright words during dim periods... have allowed me to keep producing words.

To write something for them, and inject a little something of myself into the project, allowed this to be a terrific experience. Part of me wants to do another sequel to this story—many sexy scenarios combining the kink spring to mind.

Catch y'all next time!
~ Yr. Pal, B