You hardly had any time to adjust to the motions of Taylor Swift's enormous booty before she made a beeline for the stage, not wanting to keep her fans waiting, even for a moment.
The country singer put some pep into her step, starting her show off by getting used to your movements between her cheeks to ensure there wouldn't be any surprises during her set.
Suddenly the lights on the stage went out, and Taylor grabbed a mic from one of the stagehands working the event. Meanwhile, other stagehands released several colored clouds of smoke to conceal Taylor's approach.
The shine from a spotlight high in the stadium fell upon the stage, illuminating a silhouette in the smoke as Taylor Swift appeared before thousands of screaming fans.
"You know I adore you. I'm crazier for you..."
Taylor started singing, starting her show off with the first song in the tour's setlist.
Titled "Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince."
Immediately her steps slowed down, meaning you no longer had to endure the effect brought on by her quickened pace.
Now you had to weather the storm brought on by the deliberate swaying of her hips as she immediately sought to start the show by telling you she was the boss here.
Her confident stomps sent ripples up her thighs and enormous butt, tossing you back and forth between the titanic-sized cheeks as she approached her fans in the VIP section.
She bent forward, reaching her hand out towards her fans, and dozens of girls climbed over each other for so much as a chance to touch the woman they idolized. While simultaneously, you were being drawn deeper into her butt.
A fate that even some of Taylor's most devoted and obsessive fans might have passed up on if it meant having their bodies reduced to your pathetic size.
Before long, the first song came to a close, and a hush fell over the crowd as they eagerly awaited the pleasurable tones of Taylor's voice.
It was so quiet that you even thought that someone might be able to hear your screams, maybe one of Taylor's fangirls in the front row.
But this was just a delusion you allowed yourself to believe. A fantasy of being rescued by some total stranger!
Then finally, the music for the second song began. Bringing an abrupt halt to your false hope and plunging you even deeper into despair as you hear the tempo of the musical score pick back up.
Taylor grabbed her guitar, strumming it expertly with her fingers.
"Your little hand's wrapped around my finger
And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreamin'
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light."
Taylor sang, swinging her hips gently as she walked back up the stage.
From most of the onlooker's perspective, she was hardly even shaking her ass, but from your unique standpoint, as part of Taylor's performance, you experienced her walk as a full-on bootyquake.
Every stomp dominated you, and when you weren't reeling from the blows of one, or in the worst case, both of her cheeks, you were being clapped between them while she walked up the stage, squeezed by the singer's powerful glute muscles.
Not only that, but it all felt intentional.
Even the words to the song felt as if they targeted someone your size.
"Little hands" and "little eyelids"
But even that wasn't enough to convince you.
That is until she brought up the lyric about tucking you in, squeezing her buttcheeks in synchronization with the lyrics as they came up as if Taylor was using the song to send a message to you.
The song was titled Never Grow Up, and it was indeed a message intended for you, telling you that you would never return to your human size as the giantess singer continued up the stage while a stagehand brought out a stool and a bottle of water to help quench the performer's thirst.
Once she reached the stool, Taylor turned her shapely rear on the large platform and immediately slammed her rump onto its surface, catching you off-guard and slamming you face-first into her soft butt flesh.
You tried to scream, but it quickly became impossible through the tonnes of her massive booty. She was so heavy you quickly doubted ten or even twenty people your size could have lifted her off you.
She could feel every squirm of your inferior struggles and was content to remain seated until you showed signs of weakening. She enjoyed every twitch you made with a smile, wrapping up her second song and four others before getting bored of smothering you under her ass.
Luckily her next song was about to give her an excuse to shake things up.
The drumbeat to one of Taylor Swift's most popular songs was the only warning sign you had for what was about to happen.
"I stay out too late
Got nothing in my brain
That's what people say, mmm-mmm
That's what people say, mmm-mmm!"
Taylor erupted, leaping to her feet in a sudden dash down the center stage, jumping up and down, the barrage from her asscheeks assaulting you worse than you ever thought possible.
It was the intro for her song Shake It Off!
Unfortunately, this was one of the few songs you knew well. And by the sound of things, your concert experience was about to get incredibly worse as you listened to her wrap up the rest of the intro.
And it wasn't long before she reached the first chorus.
"Saying, It's gonna be alright!"
"Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play!"
"And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!"
"Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake!"
"I shake it off! I shake it off!
"Heart-breakers gonna break, break, break, break, break!"
"And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake!"
"Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake!"
"I shake it off! I shake it off!"
Shaking her ass with the insurmountable force of an Earthquake every time the words 'play, hate, shake, break, fake, and shake(again)' came up in her lyrics. Making you feel as if you'd just gotten yourself trapped inside a taffy-pulling machine.
You were so dizzy at the end of only the first chorus that you'd already lost all sense of direction. Up and down lost all meaning. All you knew was that you wanted off the human roller coaster known as Taylor Swift.
To make matters worse, Taylor was dancing under the steamy artificial light of three separate spotlights, and it was beginning to have a noticeable effect on her body, causing her to sweat.
However, the steady stream of sweat pouring down the beauty of the callipygian woman's well-sculpted rear did nothing to aid in your attempts to escape her massive booty.
On the contrary, it actually worked against you. Tightening Taylor's outfit to her cheeks like a second skin and drawing you even deeper into her buttcrack, forcing you to endure the chorus of her song another two times from a new position.
By the end of that song, you were completely and utterly exhausted. Luckily, Taylor needed a break after singing for nearly half an hour straight, giving you a much-needed reprieve.
"You're doing excellent out there, Ms. Swift! Great concert." A female stagehand smiled, eagerly meeting Taylor backstage with a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow near her changing station.
"Thank you." Taylor winked, recognizing that the young woman was a fan of her music.
"We're having a great show out there." the multi-grammy winner smiled warmly, subtly implying that the young woman had a hand in her success.
However, a squeeze from Taylor's enormous ass confirmed otherwise. She wasn't talking about her and the crew, but her and you.
"Yes. I really appreciate you saying that." The female stagehand smiled, running off to continue working on the show while Taylor moved behind a curtain, wiping herself down with the towel. She wished she had time to play with you between sets. But she had a job to finish.
Taylor removed her outfit and tossed her panties to the side, allowing you to see the world outside her ass for the first time since she shrunk you. The air was so cold and fresh that it practically burned your skin and mouth as you took a deep breath.
You knew there wasn't much time to act, Taylor was obviously in a rush, and you wouldn't remain exposed for long.
Acting on your base instincts, you put one hand on both of Taylor's asscheeks and used them to leverage your escape.
The firm walls of glute muscles making for a surprisingly effective anchor point, allowing you to escape the hold of her mountainous ass just as Taylor swung one leg over the other to dawn her next outfit, a skin-tight leotard.
"Oh shit!" You yelled, cursing your bad luck as you fell right back into her clothing, meeting the back of her leotard as it rose to greet you, breaking your fall as you turned to see your unfortunate destination, Taylor's ass, and this time with no panties to stop you from descending into the depths of her buttocks.
"Fuck!" You screamed as Taylor snapped the outfit into her backside, instinctually smiling as she felt the return of your squirming body against her skin.
She thought she felt you escape for a moment. Something none of her other playthings had managed to do up to this point, but she chalked it up to being nothing more than a figment of her imagination.
She never imagined you were dumb enough to escape. Only to fall back into her clothes and be trapped against her ass again.
"Okay, bug. Let's get back out there. We don't want to keep my fans waiting." Taylor chirped as she adjusted her leotard one last time, snapping the fabric against her ass before exiting back towards the stage.
What happens now?
1. Taylor continues the show with you pressed against her ass, twisting, turning, and shaking her hips on stage.
2. Skip ahead to after the show. Taylor heads back to her dressing room to have some one-on-one fun with you in the privacy of her trailer.
3. Skip ahead to the after party where Taylor Swift introduces you as her VIP to some of her celebrity friends like Hailee Steinfeld or Selena Gomez.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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