It had been a weird day. You’d been ambushed, shrunk, and now found yourself buried in the cheeks of superstar Olivia Rodrigo. It was warm and soft, but the pressure was immense. The constant whirring of the limo meant her cheeks were always moving slightly, and with every bounce her ass would flatten you. Her incredibly tight butt was giving you absolutely no room to do anything .
You considered your options. You could chomp down on Olivia’s cheek, there was plenty of it smushing against your face. But what would that accomplish? You’d probably get her attention, but then she’d be mad at you. If imprisoning you in her crack was her idea of being kind to you, you didn’t want to find out what she’d do if you made her mad. Thinking rationally, you realized your best bet would be to keep your new goddess as happy as possible, and try to convince her to treat you better later.
The rest of the ride passed agonizingly slowly, with Olivia’s butt continuously warbling around you with every hum and bump of the limo. You'd never thought of it as particularly big before, but being up close to it made you change your mind. You were jostled, pressed, and slightly freed in a ruthless cycle as the ride continued. Olivia on the other hand, was on cloud nine. When her ride came to a stop, she jumped out with a nice pep in her step. One that jostled you around even more.
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The interview was uneventful for you. Olivia sat for fifteen minutes, nonchalantly using you as her butt cushion. Her rear splayed its full weight on top of you as she answered questions, made conversation, and generally lightened the atmosphere. Every thirty seconds or so, she would shift slightly. Not because she was uncomfortable; she just wanted to feel you move while still buried in her ass.
“Alright everybody, that’s our interview with pop star Olivia Rodrigo! You’ve been an absolutely wonderful guest, and we can’t wait to have you on again.”
Olivia thanked the host, and walked out of the room, swishing you as well as her cheeks as she did. The humming of the limo started again, and she eagerly checked her phone to see if Taylor had messaged her. To her delight, Taylor had given her a list of some of her favorite ideas.
…The obvious…
Sewn into clothing. (Sock, bra, panties, anything really)
Force them to climb me.
Make them beg me to squish them
And even more ideas past that! Between the ideas she was reading, and the vibrating of the limo, she was really starting to get excited. She had to fight the urge to take you out right then and there, but she knew that would almost certainly freak her driver out. Instead, she waited eagerly, rereading Taylor’s list over and over.
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Finally home and alone, Olivia hastily unzipped her jeans, fished around for you in her underwear. Her cheeks wobbled and jiggled until she finally found you. You were much deeper than when she had set you in. She pulled you out, and the light hurt your eyes as she brought you to her face. She had a dazzling smile on her face that almost made you okay with everything you’d been through.
“That felt amazing! And you were so good the whole time! I’m going to give you a reward!”
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