By: RobManRobMan
Trisha screamed and begged for her friend to notice. Her tears mixing with the large droplets of sweat rolling down her friend's dirty skin.
But Gina, Trisha's best friend, was completely unaware of the beastly treatment she was subjecting her bestie too.
Hhhhhhhhiiiiiiisssssssssfffffffrrrrrrttt
She hallway was empty on the way to the elevator so Gina figured no one would notice her little 'silent but deadly'...
Trisha gagged, nearly throwing up on her best friend's ass. Her tiny lungs filling with the thick, heavy gas released by her friend.
Trisha is trapped in the perky, leggings-covered ass of her unaware best friend.
Gina spent the night and was unaware her bestie shrinking in the night. Trisha tried to get the giant woman's attention in the morning by standing by the discarded clothes of her bestie. However, she didn't count on being knocked over by an unaware foot and falling onto the dirty thong of her bestie, nor did she plan on the horror of being raised up the larger woman's legs before being pulled tightly between her bestie's ass cheeks. The unexpected stink of her normally good smelling best friend sickened the shrunken Trisha as she was further smushed deeper as Gina pulled on her leggings.
In a cruel twist of irony, Gina had said, "I guess Trisha left for work. Well, I suppose since no one's around," before shrugging and...
Pppplllluuuuuuuffffrrrrtttttt
Gina blasted her bestie with a fresh hit of morning gas. The horror of this moving Trisha to tears as she began to beg, scream, and squirm for her friend to notice. But she was instead mistaken for an itch and cruelly scrapped by the painful sharp fake nails of her beloved best friend.
That leads to how we found Trisha. Gina leaving her best friend's apartment with a unexpected passenger. Her hips swinging and her ass cheeks grinding around her screaming friend.
Trisha was quite safe, at least in some respects. In a shrunken form she can't die, so she need not fear being crushed fatally by her bestie's big booty. And the tightness of the leggings Gina favours means that her ass is so tightly held that Trisha is unlikely to fall out and be lost. However, these are of little comfort to little Trisha as she is continually bullied by her bestie's jiggling booty...
"Um, ground floor," Gina mumbled to herself as she stepped in the elevator. As the doors slide shut she felt a gurgling in her stomach. "Why do I let Trisha talk me into eating so much on our nights out? I know it messes up my stomach. Ah well, at least it was a fun night."
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What had been a shared feeling was quickly slipping away from Trisha. She felt less than happy about her previous night's choices as her lungs filled with the disgusting consequences.
Trisha banged her fists on Gina's thick ass flesh. Her throat hurting both from the burning gas and her screams. "PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME OUT! PLEase please *whimper* please! Gigi, please notice me Gigi."
Fffffffffuuuuuuuaaaarrrrrpppppttttttt
Gigi, Trish's affection nickname for Gina, didn't hear her friend's helpless cries. Instead she readjusted and pulled up her leggings, unintentionally trapping Trisha further in her warm, stinking ass.
"I guess I'll head to the gym before meeting Katie for lunch," Gina muttered to herself as she pulled out her phone to scroll.
Trisha was filled with a sickening fear. "No nO NO! Gigi please! GIGI! You can't do THIS! PLEASE NOTICE-!"
Sssssssssshhhhhhuuuuuurrrrrrfffffffttttttttttt
Trisha open, screaming mouth was filled with a particularly thick fart. The shrunken woman even felt it filling her lungs and stomach, her belly bloating from the injection from her friend.
Uuuurrrrppppp
A defeated belch came from Trisha as her body tried to push out a little of Gina's gas from her shrunken system.
You couldn't escape, she just had to trust Gina would save her...
// 4 hours later //
Trisha was moist, smelly, and currently crushed. Gina liked a long workout and Trisha learnt what that really means.
Trisha was beaten and smushed by the athletic ass of her friend. If she could die she might have drowned in the sweat alone, not to mention the intense crushing forces she was subjected too.
But now things are calmer, but no less comfortable...
Gina is at lunch with her cousin, Katie. Trisha knew Katie well, and they got on great. And though it was hard to feel any happiness in this situation, the warmth, love, and care Gina expressed about Trisha was truly wonderful to hear.
"She really is the best," Gina said, slipping her drink. "I couldn't ask for a better friend."
Trisha almost smiled through the tears, perhaps a few being happy ones. But soon Gina readjusted on her seat, bouncing and accidentally crushing her beloved best friend.
Ppfffttt
So small no normal sized person would notice, but Trisha isn't normal sized anymore. And if she doesn't get the cure in the month long window, she may well be trapped like this...
// 6 hours later //
Gina finished using the toilet, her stomach feeling a lot better after releasing her waste. As she stood up ready to flush she noticed a strange, wet blob on her toilet seat.
"Ew, is that a bug? Into the toilet you-... wait? Trisha, is that you? Trisha?! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING ON MY TOILET?!"
Gina used her long fake nails to scrape the sweaty, defeated body of her best friend off her toilet seat and raised her to her ear.
"Shrunk. In the night. Tried... to... get your attention. Knocked. Into panties. Your *gag* ass. All day," Trisha said, panting and gasping for fresh air, or at least air fresher than Gina's ass provided since the bathroom was still pretty smelly.
"You mean you've been-... OH MY GOSH! I'M SO SORRY! I had no idea you were in there. That must have been so gross for you. I'm so so so sorry. Here, let we get you cleaned up."
Gina flushed the toilet and carried the breathless Trisha to the sink. Gently the larger woman placed her friend on the side and washed her hands, then she filled up the sink like a bath and gently washed her tiny best friend.
Gina placed Trisha on a soft, warm, cozy towel and and bent over to address her little friend. "You dry off and I'll go pack some clothes for you to put on when they regrow you."
"Pretty late," Trisha mumbled, words still difficult to form at the moment.
"Girl! You spent the day in my ass! I don't care what time it is, I'll drive you to the hospital any time, especially after this!"
Gina went off to get some clothes sorted as Trisha breathed a quiet, "thank... you."
// A few days later //
Everything worked perfectly, Trisha was regrown and recovering well. Gina instead she stay and look after Trisha, if nothing else to make up for the ordeal her bestie had suffered.
Things were a little different. The normal, comfortable nature of the friendship was strained. The pair used to laugh about big farts, now Trisha recoiled a little. Gina noticed the slight fear in her friend's eyes, it pained her, but she couldn't blame Trisha after what she was put through.
It would take time for them both to get back to things being like the good ol' days, but they both wanted that to happen. So for now, they must both focus on healing, and enjoying the simple things in life, as you never know what might come your way...