(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
As time slowed to a crawl, you had ample microseconds to process the absurdity of the situation you now found yourself in. Here you were, dressed from head-to-toe like the tiny girl in one of your old favorite animes, lying on the tiled floor of a dance hall, coated in dirt and grime, and helplessly staring straight up as two gigantic creamy white butt cheeks that almost defied plausibility descended down towards you like the world's sexiest and most destructive meteor. The sheer absurd size of the cosplayer's booty ensured you'd probably be no more than a speck to her. And all of this the fault of your malicious sister and her endlessly creative ways to screw with and humiliate you.
As you'd originally thought...absurd.
Little did you know, but everything was about to get even more absurd.
The Sugar cosplayer's ass clapped down on the tiled floor with such a resounding 'SLAP' that it could even be heard over the music, promoting giggles from the nearby girls who had watched the ditz slip. Like some uncontrolled bowls of jelly, the girl's ass flesh rippled and quivered from the impact, and you found yourself wholly engulfed by her thicc left cheek. Her jiggling flesh pounded against your body over and over, and the embarrassed girl even shimmied a bit while trying to stand, further smearing her ass atop you.
Her full weight was unbearable, and yet because of the Full Length spray heavily doused into your skin, your body remained rigid and inflexible, not squishing flat from the pressure. This meant that you instead sunk into the girl's flesh rather than the other way around, your inch-long body making a small but wholly unnoticeable dent into the doughy butt cheek atop you. You mentally groaned from the pain and discomfort of it all, trying to send some mental message to the heavily proportioned platinum-haired cosplayer to just stand the hell up already.
Maybe your message actually got through, because after only another moment the curvaceous dancer popped back up onto her feet in a surprising display of flexibility. She shared a fun laugh and smile with the nearby dancers, and then went right back into swaying and sashaying around the dance floor. You, of course, were left down on the floor, exhausted but relatively unharmed.
Or, you would've been, in a kinder world.
Instead, you were in the worst possibly place imaginable. Due to the girl's shifting booty when she'd fallen upon you, your left arm had hooked around one of the girl's fishnet fabrics, and your right arm was similarly entangled. As such, when the Sugar cosplayer stood, you went up with her, caught in the netting of her fishnets like some trapped bug. When she resumed dancing, there you were, tangled up in the middle of her left butt cheek, wrapped around the fishnet leggings and unable to move.
Or rather, you were unable to move of your own free will, but that was more due to the Full Length spray rather than being entangled. In fact, you were moving quite a lot, as you were now (in terms of momentum and velocity) one with the girl's gargantuan left butt cheek. Each of the girl's shakes and poses caused her ass to jiggle around like crazy, and you were shaken and tossed about in such a nauseating way you nearly threw up in your mouth. The girl's ass was bouncing like a basketball as she shimmied to and fro along with the music, and you were a powerlessly suffering victim unwillingly along for the ride.
While strung out to dry, gripped by the fishnets, and pinned against the girl's constantly rippling bootyful left butt cheek, there wasn't much you could do but lament your current state. You even tried to stare out at the crowd and make eye contact with someone, begging for freedom, but it was no use. Your oblivious captor was twisting and turning in circles as she danced, and the world around you was whipping past like a blur. Your eyes couldn't even begin to focus without making you feel sick to your stomach.
You briefly wondered why this Sugar cosplayer was even wearing an outfit like this. You couldn't recall a time that Sugar hit the dance floor in such an indecently loose top and these ridiculous fishnet leggings. The stringy crisscross pattern covered basically nothing, and its owner was so extremely well-developed in all the right places that her flesh seemed as if it was trying to burst through the diamond-shaped holes in the fishnets.
But, then it all came back to you. You'd actually just blocked the memory.
It was the opening arc of season three, wherein three tiny affected brothers tried to crash an unaffected-women-only dance competition, as it was the only one in town. They argued they were skilled enough to participate, but since it was technically a law violation, the SSSS Squad challenged them to a dance showdown. In the end, the main girls won. Your memory was hazy, but you seemed to recall one of the tiny brothers ending up under Honey's shoe early in the competition, and another brother being stolen and used as padding in Sapphire's corset. Thus, the brother's total score ended up hilariously lower than the girls', and they lost.
then, as punishment for apparently being criminals, the three brothers had ended up glued together and molded into a form-fitting leotard that was gifted to Jade, who had proved herself the best dancer amongst the main cast (much to Sapphire's consternation). The arc had ended with a big party and happy smiles all around, and from that moment on Jade wore the brothers-turned-leotard at least twice every season.
You snapped out of your recollections when you noticed your captor had slowed down considerably, the hefty girl taking a second to drain a punch cup and catch her breath. In the brief moment of respite, you could actively gaze out from your perch strung up against her ass, and you locked eyes with (to your surprise) to tiny affected girls down on the dance floor. One of the girls was dressed as Ruby, and her friend was actually dressed as Bunny. The sight of someone cosplaying Bunny really ground your gears.
Bunny was the second affected girl on the team, and the last main character cosplay you'd yet to see today. While not as bad as the tiny-gobbling glutton that was Honey, Bunny was almost as bad. Bunny was fanatically (and you meant fanatically) obsessed with all the downsides of being a tiny that plagued you every day of your life. She craved the attention of the other girls, gave up all her personal time to serve and pamper her giantess teammates, enjoyed being squished more than anything else in life, and willingly volunteered her malleable body for anything and everything. And, of course, as per SSSS tradition, Bunny and her attitude towards being tiny was praised as 'progressive' and 'forward-thinking', while level-headed Ruby remained the 'selfish' and 'silly' one.
Still, your dislike towards Bunny aside, the two tiny girls actually miraculously locked eyes with you a moment later, and their jaws dropped. You could hardly believe your luck! You'd been spotted! Now you could--
The little Ruby suddenly went flying right in the middle of your train of thought, kicked in the gut by none other than Ashley, who was on her way to peruse the snack bar. The little Ruby bumped and crashed along the floor, only to end up directly under a Lavender cosplayer who had just jumped in the air at the height of a song's beat. You winced as the Lavender cosplayer's black combat boot slammed down upon the little Ruby, gunking her up into a blob.
The Bunny didn't fare much better thanks to your destructive captor, who moved back from the snack bar only to trip over her heels yet again. Toppling over once more, the Sugar cosplayer crashed down onto the ground, burying your body beneath her left butt cheek once more. The Bunny got caught right in the middle, squished and splayed against the thin fishnet threads of the girl's ass crack. You groaned, hoping the Bunny was just as annoyed with all this as you were.
Just then, something ridiculous happened.
The Sugar cosplayer, embarrassed by having fallen again, and not wanting to be laughed at, decided to turn a bad situation upside-down. Leaning forward, bracing her arms against the floor, and hiking her perky, gigantic booty into the air a few inches, she started twerking!
Heavy rolls of thick ass flesh began rippling along your body as the bodacious booty of this brazen girl started rippling and thrusting in time with her twerks. A gathered crowd clapped and cheered uproariously, not a single soul noticing as your one-inch body started being dragged closer and closer to the girl's butt crack, her shifting and sweat-slicked flesh offering no resistance as her jiggling flesh forced you inward. The Bunny got off easy, peeling free and fluttering away, but you were just dragged closer and closer with each thrust and twerk, your captor and her audience having the time of their lives even as you were dragged to your doom.
The girl finally stopped, hopping back up to her feet, though she noticed a slight wedgie thanks to her thin thong slipping during her twerking. Reaching a finger behind herself, the girl jammed her thumb into her crack through a diamond-shaped hole in her fishnets, pried the thong free, and smiled. She then adjusted her loose top, and went back to dancing happily.
What happens to you?
1) The Sugar cosplayer's thumb seals your fate, plugging you deep into her ass even as she repositions her thong, sealing you inside.
2) The roaming thumb clips you on the way out, knocking you free and sending you tumbling down towards the girl's stomping high heels.
3) The girl's fingernail catches your corset, ripping you free but leaving you stuck to her hand. However, as she adjusts her top, you peel free and tumble down inside her well-endowed cleavage.
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