"About what?"
"About my friend!" Anneli threw up her hands. "Like, does this apartment complex have those special pipes and filters? Where is my friend, is she safe? Is there, like, a boiler room I can retrieve her from, or something?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Anneli?"
"The tiny-catching pipes, and stuff! That one organization created them, yeah? The...uh...Tinies To Fairies Foundation, TTFF, or something? Right?" Anneli was beginning to ramble, her anxiety spiking.
Her landlady sighed. "Okay, first? Chill. Secondly, I don't know, dude. If those pipes and filters do exist, I didn't install them. That's a whole lotta cash to shell out for some tinies."
"What?" Anneli gasped. "That's a shitty attitude to have for your own potential tenants!"
"I've only got two tiny tenants right now, and I really wouldn't lose sleep if they disappeared." The landlady explained, and Anneli could practically hear the girl shrug. "They're just tinies. A dime a dozen."
"What the fuck?"
"Why are you so worked up? Your friend is a tiny, they can't get hurt. They squish. They're born to be invincible, or whatever. Like they literally don't feel pain. Even if she's in the sewer, she's fine."
"You don't fucking know that! Stop being so rude!"
The landlady clicked her tongue. "No, being rude is being vulgar, like you are right now. Want me to raise your rent, Anneli? I will if you keep up that tone with me."
Anneli paled instantly. "U-Uh, n-no, please. No. Don't do that, please. I'm sorry." She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm just...really worried."
Another deep sigh. "Look, I'll text you the name of that plumber chick who does all the work at the complex. She's usually good to do short-notice visits, so if you call her she'll probably come over and take a look. Maybe she'll find your little friend, or whatever."
"Really? Thanks."
"Whatever." The landlady hung up abruptly. Five seconds later, Anneli got a text with the plumber's number.
Anneli ground her teeth in frustration. "God, why is she such a bitch? Is it really that hard to be nice to tinies? Who doesn't love those little cuties?" Anneli huffed with agitation.
At the same time, she felt another scratching sensation from the deepest depths of her ass, right near her anus. Rolling her eyes at just one annoyance after another, Anneli once more stuck her hand down the back of her sweatpants, jabbed the offending spot with her finger, and ruthlessly smeared and ground it into paste until the sensation finally ceased. Then she withdrew her hand, and began typing in the plumber lady's phone number to give her a call.
"Just wait a little longer, Allegra. Anneli's coming to the rescue." Anneli promised out loud, then hit the dial button.
Meanwhile, you were writhing in agony, Anneli's most recent scratching of your body really having torn into you. Had you still been wearing clothes they'd no doubt be shreds, but as it was your skin felt red and raw from your best friend's sharp nail tearing into you. With each scratch, your body was becoming more and more engrained into her supple fatty butt cheek, and it was growing harder and harder to keep reforming your head and screaming out to her for help. But what other choice did you have but keep fighting, when the alternative was giving up and letting Anneli's ass cheek claim you, while you simply hoped she'd somehow discover you on her own...however long that took...if ever.
After another few seconds, you once more had your head reformed, and you cried aloud. "Anneli, please! For the love of god, get me out of here!"
Up above, Anneli scowled at the sensation of, if she didn't know any better, what almost felt like breaths of air tickling her backdoor. The itch was back, and it was a damn strange and stubborn one. Frowning, she was just about to reach her hand into her butt crack yet again, when a more simple solution came to her. Feeling a smirk of victory at what she was about to do to her distracting and persistent booty itch, Anneli rather grandiosely flopped backwards onto her living room couch, her ass slamming onto the cushion with a resounding 'whump'. Then, after landing, Anneli smugly wriggled her butt back and forth, using the couch as a scratcher that quickly and effortlessly silenced the stupid insignificant itch in her ass.
Though you had no way of knowing it, your attempts to get Anneli's attention were ultimately futile from the start. She was, at heart, a very lazy woman who lived in the moment. As such, she often cared to never focus too much on individual things, and if she ever did, she put all her focus on that one thing and nothing else, in order to lazily conserve her energy and effort. Much to your continued suffering, Anneli's focus right now was on you being in the drain, so she had to call the plumber to free you. Not even a modicum of an iota of your best friend's brain was considering alternate fates for you, so not a single brain cell of hers thought anything strange of the recurring itch in her booty. Until the plumber business was taken care of, Anneli's consciousness and subconsciousness would think of your efforts to get noticed as nothing more than an irritation to be squashed.
And squashed you were, letting out a muffled scream as Anneli fell onto the couch and twisted her big bodacious booty this way and that. You were summarily squished flatter than you'd been yet, buried in the folds of her hefty booty as her cellulite-dappled flesh rippled and rolled within the squeezing confines of her sweatpants. Impossibly, you shifted even a little deeper into her rear, until a portion of your squashed body came to actually touch upon the grimy wrinkled surface of her asshole. You were practically at the deepest point of her ass now without being claimed by her anus, and you were soaked to the bone with booty sweat your affected genetics greedily absorbed, right alongside the now-suffocating stench. Not to mention being compressed and squeezed by Anneli's melon-sized ass cheeks and buried in butt flesh from all sides.
But still, heedless of the futility of your actions, you kept trying to fight, all while Anneli conversed with the plumber lady and told her everything that had transpired, the plumber promising to be over within the hour. And you kept fighting all during that hour too, even as each time you made headway, your best friend simply ground her ass a bit against the couch, crushing you all over again and further engraining you into the depths of her ass.
How had the day gone so wrong?
1) The plumber arrives and examines the pipes for you, and obviously finds nothing. After she leaves, Anneli's brain is more open to other alternatives, and you finally have a real chance to get her to realize you aren't just an itch.
2) The plumber arrives and examines the pipes for you, and finds a crumpled soggy lump of Tinex. However, in her desperation to find you and fix this mistake she caused, Anneli believes the Tinex lump is your squished body and is utterly relieved, beginning to care for the little lump while the real you remains firmly entombed in her booty!
3) The plumber arrives to look for you, and while Anneli follows her around, your efforts to escape and Anneli's jiggling cheeks combine to free you from her ass...whereupon you fall through a hole in Anneli's sweats, land on the floor, and get squashed under the plumber's dirty shoe!
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