Differing Personal Entrapments

~ II ~

Jogging, Showering, Yoga

Sunset lifted the sea of her hair and cupped it behind her head, fitting it through her band, which she then flipped, over and over, until it was all tied up in a ponytail. Her golden midsection was tickled by the breeze as she wore only a tank top and tight-fitting jogging shorts.

The clothing stretched to the subtlest flex of her skin. Twisting her hips dug the shorts into the ass, squeezing it, suffocating any and all space within. Her cheeks joined tightly together at the pressure. The little wiggling between them, however, was the true delight.

"You barely had any room in there before," Sunset went on as she glanced over her shoulder and down at her ass. It might have been weird for anyone else looking. But a part of the charm was knowing she was a goddess, and another was trapped within her most intimate prison. "Now even I feel squeezed by those shorts. Can you even wiggle in there? Or is it full-on tightness?”

There it was. Deep inside her crevice but not lost all the way. Small, fragile, and persistent. It was a lick of an itch from one barely an inch. That twisting, wiggling, and squirming against two sunny walls that melted together. It was hard to think, impossible to see, and barely able to be felt.

But Lucky was there, with her, and tucked within a visage of booty.

"Nearly forgot I had you on me for a moment! It's not like I see anything different looking down there." Sunset looked around the empty park in the sunny afternoon, and saw the winding path through the hills and between the trees. She grinned on returning to her bottom. "Gotta say. Smart move wedging yourself between the girls. They're an excellent size to be shock absorbers."

Sunset lowered her hands to each of her cheeks and felt around them, crawling across their slope with her fingers, kneading the flesh with her palms, working the butt she was so sensitive about. "Have you been pinned between my shorts and these cheeks, mhm, you'd have to shrink even more to create a fraction of space."

Her moanful laughter ended with a grin. "But if you wanted to back out now, I'm sure there's a better place I could stuff you for the jog."

The twisting between her cheeks, however, caused an inch of them to lift from the other, even for a moment, as the tiny woman pushed away the squishy dams. It must have required all of her strength to hold apart an iota of the softest part of her.

Exactly what I was hoping for.

"Good!" Sunset said and, with no remorse, clenched her ass. “Then suffer.”

It was dark at the back of the shorts with only enough heavenly light to drape over the shadowy hills, full and curbed and bubbly, a delicious divot tucked in-between them. Within the tightness and darkness, lodged deep within the canyon of softness, stealing no more than an inch of space, Lucky was held suspended.

She was somewhere in the middle point of the canyon, the ground and the ceiling obscured by yellow flesh, not even a line teasing the beyond. Sunset had finished clenching, drawing the muscle beneath the surface, and suffocating the tiny with its strength.

Even once it relaxed, the ass, in its buoyant softness, stole the little one in a vice grip. She could twist and send a ripple across the rubbery walls. But it did nothing to dislodge her. Before, Lucky could climb or fall or explore. Now, though, the ass had her for good.

Beyond the dense fabric came the rattling of an oversized world as the titanic legs below started to shift. Lucky braced for impact as the first foot stomped the ground, the force blasting upward, through the bridge of a leg, and wobbling out through the softness of the butt.

Lucky was smacked back and forth as the ass jiggled the impact away, and then did so again, absorbing the next step. Soon the butt came with a constant momentum of wobbling side to side, smushing into the small one, twisting her with the arc of the twins.

She moaned at the immense pressure of ass as she would be forced to go with the twist, left and rise, becoming slanted with the angle of the cheeks. It was a constant battering of golden dough. One starting to warm up.

Would others in the park be aware of the little one trapped in the jogger's behind? Would those who dared to steal a peek at Sunset know that one was currently being jostled with that ass? If someone were to back into Sunset by mistake, to lord a crotch over the zone, that it would dominate every possible sense the tiny had?

Lucky found stimulation in her smushed tits and her tight ass. Her arms had been suspended over her head, locked by the tons, unable to break free from their prison. All she could do was rely on the smack of the gigantic ass. It clapped into her being, the pleasure it wrought on her skin, the euphoria it broke through her bones.

Sunset must have entered her full jog as the ass bounced with the run, rocking Lucky up and down within the pocket, still smacking her from side to side. It was a full-on ride, now, where all the control belonged to the giantess that encased her.

In the world that was at the back of her shorts.

More... more... a little more...

Lucky could feel the building release inside of her. The battering of booty knocked satisfaction into her, clap after clap, between the earthquakes of the pounding shoes below. Beyond the curve of the shorts, the fuzzy, dim exterior blurred with the changing of the light.

Sunset's outside jogging in a park... with me in the back of her shorts... beaten by her ass... as she gets wet from that fact.

Lucky was almost there. Nearly there. Pounding after pounding of flesh from step after step of long, strong, running legs. This embodiment of perfection had her, captured her, and locked her in her behind. Unable to do nothing but barely survived against the softest thing on the woman's body.

In a final step, the last clap, the final smack and clench of the arching, lofty cheeks, the twins squeezed on the little one without any sense of mercy. Tense softness, compact in those toned glutes, welding and grinding into the small girl's body. It was enough for her to cry, to cream her release, to douse the smooth, caramel coating of the cheeks with her droplet of milk.

The warm, wet substance split down her legs, staining her thighs, streaking down to her ankles. The rest disappeared on contact against the side of the cheek.

The familiar sensation of an edge of a finger circling love on her belly woke the little one up. Her weary eyes blinked to the surrounding, golden fingers, acting like beams for a structure in the distance. She soon realized she was lying back on a palm, and the mass of an index was settled on her groin.

Above it loomed the face of Sunset, which blocked the overhead light, and swallowed the palm in her shadow. "Looks like you lost your boxing match."

Lucky drearily chuckled. "I took my punches in stride."

Sunset grinned. "Looks like you did a little bit more than that." Her head rolled out from the sky, which revealed itself to be the shower stall behind her. "You also got me pretty soaked as well. How about we call a shower break?"

"Are you losing your resolve?"

"Do you really want to be tucked back there while I shower?"

"You're right." Lucky nodded as she stood, stumbling, needing to grab the cliff of a nail for support. Once on her feet, she let go of it, and Sunset's finger pulled away. “You do need a break.”

Sunset rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky I love you."

"And you're lucky that I'm Lucky!" Lucky cheered. "And you're lucky that Lucky loves you too!"

"I'm so going to slap you back there."

The threat had, at first, been for real as Sunset, standing in the nude, turning around and aimed her ass at the glass. Sticking it out enough to widen her gorgeous gap, she gripped Lucky within a fist and, without hesitation, slapped her into the crack of her bare golden butt. She wedged Lucky near the top, at the very back, where the pressure came tightly at the little one's chest.

But he could still rest her arms atop the globes, watching how the golden fields sprawled outward, curving downward until they diminished from view. Footsteps caused the land to wobble and jump, but she was safe here, wedged at the top of the crack.

The seat from behind didn't last for long. Lucky was able to see how the world looked from back there, like a passenger in a strange, personal vehicle that was never really made to be a vehicle in the first place.

Once the giantess had stepped onto the stall, and the vast, towering, and thick door of glass swung to a thunderous close beyond the twin cheeks, the water started to pour, and two choice fingers flew in over Lucky's home. She was nabbed and plucked out. Drawn to the side of the soap holder turned her place to wash.

It was a quick shower with both girls washing off both love and sweat and whatever came between. Soon they were out and dry, coming before the sink, with Lucky standing on the edge of it, while Sunset loomed behind. Even though they couldn't stand together, in looking at the mirror, it always captured them both.

Lucky opted to stay in the nude as her giantess lover walked off to change, the booming of her footsteps, although rattling the world and challenging the sky, always calming from a distance. The sound had been scary once. That someone larger, stronger, was coming to find and take and do whatever they pleased with her.

She was prey, and learned to get off to it.

But with her girlfriend, though, those sounds meant that someone bigger, stronger, and better was coming to either help, save, or defend her. She would never want to piss Sunset off on a bad day. She couldn't think of anyone in all the world that could do anything to her—without first getting through Sunset.

Those idle thoughts were interrupted as the giantess returned into the bathroom, dressed in yoga gear, a pair of leggings that supplemented the twin legs and all the squish they could hope to offer. Looming up in heaven, the twin wrecking balls hung with the clouds, half of Sunset's face peering over it.

"The last challenge of the day." Sunset smiled before the structure of her being turned in place, swinging around her ass of destruction. It bubbled in the leggings, far bigger, rounder, and defined in shape. It seemed out of this world. A thing of impossibility. "I still need to catch up on some yoga. If you thought you would be pinned before, this will be something different.”

The titanic ass backed closer from the distance, its vastness enshrouded in haze and blurs, before coming into clarity. Lucky hopelessly stood before the nearing rear like one struck at the center before a falling sky.

Once the ass was close, its sides escaped from view, simply too broad for such tiny eyes. The heft of the fat came to rest on the counter, which Sunset sat on, holstering the full beauty and brutality of her behind. It swallowed miles of space, rolled and flattened over it, with the little one awestruck in the valley between the cheeks.

Where the fabric of the leggings dipped in before shooting back out.

"Think you can handle one last battle?" Sunset said from somewhere beyond where clouds would be, but over the sprawling, vertical back of the woman, a torrent of hair consumed the air. "Or would you rather touch yourself and watch me stretch? You must be so tuckered out from being carried all day.”

The goddess hummed. "Don't you worry! You can own up to your punishment tomorrow... unless I stuff you wherever I like when you're sleeping."

Lucky shook her fist and yelled into the storm. "Just you try!"

"Hmm!" The golden arm arched away from the woman and hovered its hand over the tiny, who wobbled in place, unsure to fight, flight, or curl into herself. "Seems like the only confirmation I'll need!' Without warning, the hand's thumb and middle finger snatched the tiny by the waist, raising her over the swell of the back of her pants. "Do enjoy your battle! And remember! The more you tickle, the more I get out of this!"

Lucky watched the counter zoom away beneath her feet and be replaced by the outward curve of the leggings, seeing another hand drop to the waistband, holding back the spongy dam to reveal the booty it contained. The hand holding her drew close, over the opening, where she looked into her soon-to-be prison.

"It'll be tight," Sunset began, "but you should be able to move a bit easier in there."

The fingers then released.

"Later!"

Sunset couldn't suppress the urge to peek over her shoulder on feeding the tiny to her ass, watching that mint drop into the darkness that was the back of her pants, consumed at once by the shadow of her clothing.

Once she was inside the article, her finger slipped away, and the band snapped, softly, into her waist. Lucky had pelted the jiggly top of her cheeks, which were ballooned by sitting. After Sunset rose, however, the cheeks were guided down by gravity, and Lucky slipped over the edge and fell with their curve.

Until reaching the thickest portion of her bottom, which pinned her against the fabric, more than defining her against it. Sunset looked at the mirror and admired her ass. Lucky's little outline was there. Wiggles, shifting, and the moving of her limbs. It was all captured through the fabric. It was a live show; a tease to the happenings to the tiny world that existed within her booty.

Sunset grabbed her ass and squeezed, rolling back her head and shutting her eyes, moaning in the coming bliss of demolishing her little girlfriend. Working her cheeks up and down, feeling the smooth rubbing of the fabric, the tantalizing sonnet it composed.

It didn't take long for her to reach her mat before the mirror in the living room. With a phone in hand, she flicked through some tunes, finding a feisty track that could blast her through a quick session. Her previous games had been for Lucky before, but now, this would be for her pleasure.

A release, built and denied, since the start of the day.

If only she knew how much she turns me on... but then, I would never hear the end of it!

Sunset came to sit on the back of her legs, stretching the leggings over her rump, diving the little one into her pudge. Her skin tickled with the struggles, the teasing wobbles, which could be nothing more than pinpoint. All of her being fixated on that single inch, rendering the rest of her overly sensitive.

She came to lean forward and crossed her arms on the mat, feeling her chest squint as she laid on them, spreading her legs and raising her rump. The thick material thinned as it was paved over her derriere.

Adding more definition to the squish being spread.

Sunset winked an eye and looked back at herself, the slope of her torso and the rising of her bottom, the feeling of the little one, locked in her pants, slowly being rolled by them. Lucky was fighting. Banging against the wobbly wall of her cheek and the taut fabric of the article. No matter what she did, as the ass raised, and the pants were pulled tighter, they both rolled the little one in.

That's right... you know EXACTLY where you're going... you naughty... naughty little girl. Sunset grinned at feeling Lucky being rolled over the curve of her right cheek, constrained over the hill, with the ceiling bearing down on her. She fell with the inner-dive of the twins. It's one thing to lodge yourself in the depths of my butt yourself. It's another to force you inside there, without even having to do a thing about it!

Sure enough, once her legs were spread and her ass was pushed out, Sunset held the pose to the delicious sensation of a wedgie. One that was another girl being slipped into her crack, swallowed by the maw, and fighting the whole way inside.

Once Lucky was secure inside of her, Sunset brought her ass to the ground, sitting, as the softness compressed into itself. Pushing out a leg, she leaned forward, coming to reach and hold her outstretched foot. The whole time, there was a wiggling inside her crack, one who was absolutely smothered.

Screw this.

Sunset leaned back more on her tush, applying more weight upon it, narrowing the space within. Diving a hand into the front of her pants, she traced her slit, lingering a few seconds on her swollen clit. It already swirled with pressure as released was a touch away.

Rocking back and forth on her ass, she did so to feel how Lucky shifted, if she fell or rose, the various wiggles that tickled the giantess. Sunset rubbed herself, knowing that, inside that panty prison, Lucky was swallowed by squished, golden globes that no doubt sealed her hearing as well.

Despite that, the monotonic woman was rocking on her rump, altering a world in seconds with light movement. It was nothing to Sunset, but inside those pants, it was a crashing of a sea to a tiny. No doubt, she could hear that hand far away, the one rubbing away at a cavern, all to the idea of Lucky being squashed and smothered and dominated.

Soon it was too much, and feminine butter released from within, dousing the front of the yoga with a wet patch, fuming the article with the smell of her pussy. Sunset slowed on her bobbing, coming to roll onto her stomach and looked behind her, seeing her legs swim in the air, and the nice curve of her butt under the pants.

She fished a hand back there, slipping it beneath the band, reaching in deep to feel for her friend. Digging deeper than expected, Sunset felt the small body, pulling it out and cupping it in her palm. Bringing it before her face, she saw little Lucky, worn out and sleeping, stained in love both her own and not.

"Looks like you've finally got your fill," Sunset whispered upon kissing the tiny. "And I don't have much in me to keep this up." She pulled the front of her top out, descending the little one inside of there, using her fingers to part her canyon. "So we'll call it a draw. I think, in some ways, we both won today."

Wedging the sleeping woman between her breasts, she let the twins fall back together, cupping the asleep lady. Her hand slipped out, and her top snapped back to her chest. Sunset got up and looked around. She'd still need to clean up and get ready for bed.

At least, though, she could carry her sleeping girlfriend while she did so. While Lucky was not much better than a necklace at this point, something about the idea of bringing Lucky in her cleavage... well, it tickled Sunset to no end.