(Written By Anonymous)
You flashed the security badge you had received in the mail as you made your way down the stadium's hallway, unable to believe that things had turned out this way.
Your plan had been simple. You had purchased one of those online ticket scalping programs so you could buy up a bunch of tickets to Taylor Swift's next big tour. The plan was to sell most of them, then keep a pair of them and try to find a friend or date to bring. Unfortunately, this was your first time using the program, and you'd accidentally misconfigured it to buy only a single ticket. One ticket was worthless on the resale market, as no one was trying to go to a concert alone. So with no one to resell it to, you had resigned yourself to a very uncomfortable single person concert experience.
But then the letter had arrived in the mail. It said you had won a backstage pass to meet Taylor Swift before the show! You had briefly considered it might be a trick, but there was no scam attached, no money requested. Just instructions on what door to go to to get backstage at the event.
And now here you were, alone, backstage, sheepishly knocking on the door to Taylor Swift's dressing room. And when the door swung open, it was none other than Taylor herself, mid concert prep. She was dressed in a sort of robe, her hair was done up, but she was still working on her makeup, with only her upper lip bearing the trademark red lipstick while the other one was still pink. She had the lipstick in her hand still, you'd clearly caught her mid application. She finished her other lip as she looked you up and down, appraising you. Or rather, she looked you down. Her height was as intimidating as you'd heard, and it was hard not to shrink back under her judging gaze.
"Hmmm, you won the contest right?" Taylor asked. Star struck, you just nodded. "Good. You might last halfway through the tour."
Before you could ask what she meant, there was a clicking noise from her lipstick, and a bright beam of light struck you, and you blacked out.....
When you woke up, it was to the sound of Taylor's voice. "Come on, wake up already. I've got to go on soon." Your entire body was wrapped in warmth as something squeezed you, like an uncomfortably tight hug. When you opened your eyes, you nearly passed out again. Taylor was right on front of you now, but her face was big enough to dominate your entire field of view. And as for your "hug", that was Taylor's fingers wrapping around you, trapping you in her giant fist.
"That's better. I didn't want you unconscious for my first show of the tour. That'd probably be bad luck." Taylor said matter-of-factly.
"What's going on? Why am I so small?" You asked, trying not to shiver with fear under the giant popstar's gaze.
"I shrunk you. Don't you remember?" Taylor said.
"But why? I thought I won a backstage tour?" You asked.
"You're pretty dumb huh? You got a letter in the mail telling you won a contest you never entered to meet me, and you just went along with it?" Taylor said. "You were just the only person with a single ticket, who wasn't going with anyone else. The only person who I knew wouldn't be missed."
You gulped, not liking the sound of that. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that the only reason I even go on tour these days it to collect some new tiny toys to play with, and that means finding someone who I can shrink without it being traced back to me. And today you're the lucky little guy." Taylor said, savoring the look of realization on your face as she dangled you in front of her giant red lips.
"As for your 'backstage tour', that actually wasn't a lie. It just might not be the 'backstage' you had in mind..." Taylor said, lowering your tiny body down to her waist. As she did, you realized that she was now wearing only a bright pink bra and panties, you must have woken up while she was changing. You watched helplessly as she pulled back her underwear, revealing her enormous pale white butt cheeks. As you dangled directly above them, realization dawned.
"You can't put me in there!" You yelled, looking down at the abyss of ass crack below you.
"I own you now bug. I can put you anywhere I want." Taylor said. "Usually I shrink a pair of people and put one in each shoe, but last time the couple that disappeared made it into the news." Taylor explained. "So as much as I enjoy the feeling of tiny people between my toes, I need you to last at least a few shows. I've never tried putting someone in my butt before, but it's got to be easier than being under my foot for three hours." She said all this as though it led to only one natural conclusion: that you belonged in her ass.
Before you could debate her foolproof argument, she let go, and you were plummetting down into her panties. You fell right between her ass cheeks, sliding along the soft skin until you were halfway down her ass and her cheeks were close enough together to hold you in place. Craning your neck upward, you could see Taylor's face as she looked down over her shoulder at you, smiling devishly. She puckered her ruby red lips, blew you a kiss, then pulled up her panties.
You saw the pink wall coming towards you just before it hit. As she hiked up her panties, they carried you further into the depths of her ass crack. You tried to brace your legs on her cheeks and push back, but at your tiny size a pink thong was more than a match for you. When it finally stopped pushing, you were still suspended between Taylor's cheeks, though now you were almost completely in darkness, save for the pink tinted light that managed to peek through the thong that was now inches from your face. Even now that she wasn't pulling on it anymore, any attempts to push it away were fruitless. Her cheeks had you and her thong securely pinned.
Taylor smiled as she felt her new tiny toy squirming between her butt cheeks, completely in her power.
"Oh wow, this might be my best idea yet." Taylor mused. "I might just keep you in my ass for the whole tour! Assuming you last that long." She gave her cheeks a clench, and you felt the soft walls that had trapped you suddenly collapse inward, squeezing you for a moment in their vice like grip.
There was a knock on the door: "5 minutes Taylor." A voice said through the door.
"Better finish getting dressed." Taylor said, grabbing her first outfit: a sparkly blue and pink unitard. As she bent over to step into the unitard, she felt her underwear ride up a bit more, and that you were carried deeper with it.
When Taylor had her outfit fully pulled on, you felt your entire world compact. Her cheeks collapsed inward, restricted in every other direction by her tight unitard. It wasn't as tight as a clench since her glutes weren't activated, bit it was a constant, relentless onslaught of ass you had no chance of fighting back against. Her butt wanted the space you were occupying, and it would not take no for an answer. With constant effort, you were able to give yourself a little bit more room by using your arms and legs to press back, creating a pair of tiny dimples in her cheeks that you were nestled inside.
Taylor was grinning as she felt your feeble attempts to resist her cheeks. And her smile only widened as she stepped into her high heeled boots, which further lifted and tightened her butt.
Finally ready, she wiped the smile off her face in favor of calm focus. She could enjoy her new toy, but she couldn't let it distract her from her show. So she strode out of the dressing room with confidence, and headed for the stage entrance.
Any safety you'd created for yourself by holding back her cheeks was gone the instant she started walking. If you held on, then every shift of her cheeks sent your body rolling as your limbs were pulled in opposing directions. You were spun one way just in time to have your face smacked against a giant cheek as it swung into you. It was relentless. Before long you had no sense of which cheek you were being attacked by as you were thrown around in the dark crevice that would be your home for entire concert. When you suddenly felt yourself brush up against cloth, you reflexively grabbed hold, wanting an anchor to help you weather the storm of her ass.
As Taylor stepped out on stage, she was met with cheering loud enough that it managed to make its way to you in the depths of her butt. You couldn't see the spotlights that were focused on her, but you'd be feeling their effect soon, as Taylor's entire body heated up under their powerful light.
Taylor was ready to put on the best show of her life, and you would experience it in a way no one else ever had, assuming you could survive it.
1. You endure a long, painful show between Taylor's cheeks, experiencing her dancing, her sitting to play the piano, and every moment in between. Over the course of the show, you find yourself sinking deeper between her cheeks.
2. In defiance, you bite Taylor's ass cheek during the show, causing her to stumble over a word in one of her songs. She is very angry about this.
3. You slip out of Taylor's ass during a costume change and land on the stage, right next to Taylor's giant dancing feet.
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