February Edit "Drunk Girl" (Patreon)

This month's edit includes a short story, as requested by the submitter!

(CONTENT WARNING: Minor implications of odor / smell at the very end)

The club’s music was oppressively loud, and Anton had to shout to be heard. Nearly at the top of his lungs, actually, since he was a mere 1 inch tall in a room full of regular sized (aka jaw-droppingly enormous) women. However, things seemed to be going well between him and the beautiful redhead who he’d been talking to for the past half hour. Amazingly well, actually. She’d nearly set her drink on top of him when she first sat down, then he’d made her laugh with a joke about “trying to survive happy hour,” she’d introduced herself as Amy, and then they’d been chatting ever since. As time went on and drinks were shared—his smaller than a water droplet and hers the size of a swimming pool—they’d both gotten a little tipsy, and mere chatting had progressed into playful flirting. Eventually it became impossible to ignore the fact that she was leaning in his direction more and more… and not just to hear him better. Anton had quite enjoyed the sight because, to put it bluntly, Amy was so outlandishly busty that she could likely knock down a skyscraper just by bumping into it, and the fabric of her v-neck shirt had been visibly bulging from the moment she sat down. But her forward lean had brought so much cleavage spilling out of her plunging neckline that Anton worried her shirt might tear in half if she so much as jiggled the wrong way. The only problem was that he was unable to tell if she was deliberately attempting to distract him or if she was truly unaware of the mouth-watering view she was tempting him with as they spoke… But no man couldn’t go forever without peeking at those monsters, and he’d let his gaze slip downwards more than once. Yet Amy hadn’t seemed the least bit bothered, and even giggled after catching him once or twice. Which was fortunate for him, seeing as she could have literally made him disappear without a trace into her own cleavage if she’d been the type to seek petty payback.

Unfortunately, his pleasant conversation was cut short when a gigantic blonde bartender swept past and, in one clumsy motion, accidentally knocked him off the bartop. After a dizzying fall and an awkward landing, Anton had three rapid and very unpleasant realizations: first, he’d found himself on Amy’s leather bar stool. Second, at just that moment she had turned away to whisper in her cute friend’s ear, so both she and the bartender missed the incident. And finally, she was wearing a short-skirt with only a thong underneath… All of which became horribly evident now that Anton was practically being mooned by the flirtatious girl he’d spent all night talking to, as her backside hovered right overtop of him. From below her size was more terrifying than alluring, as her bottom alone would have been enough to crush a house or two with ease.

Unfortunately, Amy quickly moved to return to her seat, and fell towards Anton with alarming speed. More unfortunately still, Anton had been dead center on the stool… and was immediately lodged well between her jiggling round buttcheeks as her weight settled over him with a *WHUMPF*. Had the music not been so obnoxiously loud she might have heard his final scream of terror, which became all the more panicked but muffled as his tiny body was forced closer and closer to her bare anus, but as it was she sat without so much as an inkling of his fate.

“Hey… where’d he go???” She asked nobody in particular, glancing about at the empty countertop where he’d once been. Assuming he’d left she huffed to herself, “Aww! I liked that lil’ guy… fooey.” Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Anton heard her friend suggest that they get up and dance to take her mind off his disappearance. Anton gulped: Dear god, not while I’m in here…

As she stood, he went with her, caught between her pale jiggling cheeks like a cork in a bottle. He struggled valiantly, trying to pry apart either buttock so he could free himself, but it was a hopelessly one-sided battle. She was simply too damn big, and moving around too much, jostling him back and forth. Worse yet, the swaying motion of her body was working him deeper and deeper…

By the time she reached the dance floor Anton’s face was pressing firmly up against her puckered, sweating asshole. And it only got worse once she began to shake her humongous hips.

Many long hours of dancing and drinking later…

Amy and Chloe were both walking home some time after midnight, giggling and leaning on each other to keep from falling over as they staggered about. After a few blocks Amy paused and reached back, “Hold up a second, I really need to fix this wedgie…” With some effort, she dug the strap of her slutty thong out of her buttcrack and stretched it away to alleviate her discomfort. “Ah, that’s, like, way better! Stupid thing’s been itching all night…”

Chloe watched the undignified act with impatience, before something unexpected caused her eyebrows to raise; a teeny tiny little man was practically embedded into the thong’s sweaty fibers. By her estimation, he was stuck to the portion that would rest in the deepest crevice of Amy’s ass… definitely not a pleasant place to spend any amount of time. He even looked vaguely familiar… he was the little man from the bar that Amy wouldn’t shut up about! And Amy, being the total ditz that she was, hadn’t even come close to noticing him. In fact, even though it was practically a daily occurrence for her to sit on someone, she hadn’t so much bothered to glance over her shoulder to check for any unfortunate tinies…

Which meant Chloe would have to intervene before Amy released her thong back into her jiggling cheeks… Chloe locked eyes with the little man, and watched his relieved expression turn to panic as she simply smiled and waved goodbye.

*THWAP!* The stretchy fabric snapped back into place, and the tiny man vanished with it.

Chloe tried not to giggle as she suggested evilly, “Hey, wanna get a late night snack? I was thinking burritos.”

Amy cheered drunkenly, “Oooh my gosh, that sounds so delicious! Though they might upset my stomach a little…”

“I won’t mind!” Chloe only smirked, knowing Amy wouldn’t catch her double-meaning.

A muffled shriek of terror came from beneath Amy’s miniskirt, but it quickly faded to a pitiful gurgling as if the source of the noise was encased in meaty flesh.

Amy cocked her head for a moment, “You hear something, Chlo?”

Chloe smiled, not even pretending to listen, “Hmm, nope! Now let’s go eat.”

With that, the two girls sauntered happily onward.