Maggie settles on a plan of action and decides to go to sleep, leaving her neighbor exactly where he was.
Despite your struggles and squirms, you couldn't get any of your body free from Maggie's tight asshole. She kept you trapped with just your head free. Even then, free was a stretch, as you were still encased in darkness and sealed in place by her massive cheeks.
Eventually, your fruitless squirms tired you out and you fell into an exhausted sleep.
You woke up and you surprised yourself to see that you were free from Maggie's ass, but the cruel redhead was looming over you with a wicked look on her face.
"Ever hear the phrase 'stick up your ass' Tony?" she asks. Without waiting for a response, she continues. "I have to go to soccer practice, and I won't be able to run much with my newest little butt plug in place. So you get a bit of a reprieve while I'm working up a sweat. Don't get too used to it though," she threatens.
She drops your body into a hollow tube and deposits the tube in a drawer filled with other sex toys before slamming the drawer closed, leaving you in darkness.
The tube proved as difficult to escape as Maggie's ass was. While you were able to move it, to get it to roll from side to side, you certainly couldn't get it open.
Your eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness, but you did your best to avoid focusing on your surroundings. The last thing you wanted was to see what Maggie considered was your peers.
Eventually, she returned from soccer and didn't even bother showering before retrieving you from your temporary cell and shoving you back up her ass. Once again, your head on the outside. This time though, the smell of sweat was invasive. She had obviously worked very hard at practice, and the scent of her sweat not only coated her flesh but every bit of fabric on her body. It was so bad it made you wish you could retreat into her ass for a different smell.
Even with you secure, Maggie didn't shower. She seemed happy to let you suffer her post-soccer smell as she sat at her desk and pulled out her phone.
Hey Brittany! Hope you had a good flight. Great Secret Santa idea, but Tony scrambled to his room before I could give him his special gift and I haven't seen him yet today. Tried knocking both before and after practice, but no luck. I'll let you know how he reacts if I can catch up to him before I go home! Merry Christmas! :)
She hits send and breathes a sigh of relief before jumping into the shower.
Her phone buzzed while she was getting cleaned up. It was a response from Brittany.
Huh. That's weird. Well, good luck and let me know. Merry Christmas!
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True to her word, Maggie kept you up her ass practically 24/7. She only took you out if she absolutely had to. You were stuck there for her Secret Santa gift exchange with her soccer team, for her train ride home, for Christmas morning gifts with her family, for Christmas dinner, and you got an extra special squeeze from her ass as she counted down to midnight on New Year's eve.
It seemed like this was your fate, and if your time as her butt plug had proven anything, it was that there was nothing you could do to free yourself.
But then break ended.
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Maggie greeted her friends back on campus with big hugs. She doesn't want to leave anything to chance, and stores you in your cylinder cell as the girls catch up in her room. All three friends were exchanging stories about their time with their families, showing off their newest outfits and their gifts when Kayla got a text and had to excuse herself.
"Ooh! Pre-Semester study session with my pre-med friends. Sorry girls. Catch up later?" she asked apologetically. Her friends just laughed, knowing that "study session" was code for drinking before the first class of the year. That was all Kayla needed to hear before she was off.
"Oh hey Maggie, now that we're alone, can I get that little...toy back?" Brittany asked.
"Oh. Yeah totally. Sorry it didn't work out, but I'm sure Tony would have loved it!" you heard the women talking about you, but their voices are so muffled you can't make out a word.
With the device securely in hand, Brittany smirks.
"See, that's the thing. My dad, like all those tech guys, is super into data collection. So the device stores and sends data every time it gets used. And I got an alert the night I left from....right here in your room. It looks like the target was a guy...just about Tony's size. Anything you want to tell me Maggie?" Brittany says, sending the screen shots to Maggie's phone.
Maggie is stunned and speechless.
"Ok yeah. But you don't understand! He deserved it!" she starts.
Without allowing her to say another word, Brittany turns the device on Maggie and silences the redhead by shrinking her.
"See, I assumed that you were just enjoying him too much and didn't want to give him up. I would have been pissed about that, but we could have gotten over it. But it sounds like you had much worse in mind for our friend," Brittany said as she lifted Maggie in a closed fist. "Let's see...." she looks around the room and her eyes fall on a familiar drawer.
"I think this is where you like to keep your favorite toys?" she asks, not expecting an answer.
Her eyes fall on the clear cylinder that holds you prisoner.
"Tony! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" she exclaims.
Brittany immediately restores your size and apologises for Maggie's actions, assuring you that whatever the redhead did was not a part of her plans.
"Why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll...see to Maggie here," she says looking down at her former friend with fury in her eyes.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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