Unfortunately, the chances of Anneli finding you were quite slim, and indeed, despite scouring around the tub for about five minutes, Anneli didn't spot a single trace of you. She checked the little shelf she'd placed you on, the frilly fabric of her loofah, the bottle of body wash, a bar of soap, the shower curtain, and just about everything else she could think of. After that, she switched to checking her own body, peering at the bottoms of her feet, her tummy, her thighs, and her breasts most especially. She shut off the showerhead too and hopped out of the shower in order to use her mirror to check her booty too, but didn't spot you at all. Again, it wasn't really unexpected, considering where you'd ended up...
...deep, deep inside of her ass.
As fickly fate was wont to do, you'd remained glued to Anneli's loofah for the majority of the time she'd spent lathering her body up, and for a brief moment you'd thought maybe you'd avoided a potentially worse fate and would remain on the loofah, and thus would get spotted relatively easily once your best friend finished humiliatingly giving you a tour of her immense curves. And yet, right as she'd plunged the loofah into the fetid depths betwixt her gargantuan glutes, you'd felt yourself being to un-stick from the frilly fabric. Despite your panicked attempts to remain in place, it had not been your fate, and instead you'd slipped free at just about the deepest point of Anneli's butt crack.
Worse was that Anneli had still scrubbed her derriere quite thoroughly, and so by peeling off you'd had about a split second to find yourself sticking face-first to your pale-skinned bestie's butt cheek before being assaulted and attacked by her loofah. As you writhed in pain, Anneli mercilessly dominated you with her loofah, smearing and grindy you into her doughy, jiggly butt cheek with painful gusto, for minutes on end. By the time she'd finally finished, you were little more than a twitching tan smear, nestled extremely deep in the crevice of her ass, only about a quarter of an inch away from the puckered hole of her anus. Your entire body ached and throbbed, your muffled moans into Anneli's fatty ass cheek completely muffled by the snow-white woman's cellulite rolls.
You'd then proceeded to spend the next ten minutes in continued agony, as Anneli finished up cleaning herself, then noticed your disappearance, and then went into a panic looking for you. As she searched fruitlessly, her planetary posterior trembled and shook with her slightest movements, gelatinous cheeks clapping together and having multiplicatively more painful impacts on your tiny body. Buried so deep and so tight, Anneli's butt cheeks squeezed against you firmly, entombing you in a hot, heavy embrace of ass flesh that enveloped your entire being in darkness and faint stench, a pervasive odor even a shower couldn't wash away. You were wet, tired, uncomfortable, and desperate to leave.
But leaving seemed increasingly unlikely, as Anneli finished checking every place she could think to search for you, and eventually concluded that the only possibility was that you'd been sucked down the drain. She'd drawn extremely close to finding you when she'd peered at her ass in the mirror, and if she'd leaned forward only a few more inches her butt cheeks would've spread apart enough for you to be faintly visible as a tanned smear on your friend's milky-white complexion. Alas, she hadn't done more than a cursory check, and you'd whimpered in defeat as she stood back up and her glutes crunched against you once more.
Realizing that a rescue of any sort of expedience was now going to depend entirely on your own strength, you put aside your exasperation at how your friendly hang-out with Anneli had been derailed into this humiliating entrapment in her booty, and focused instead on trying to reform. It wasn't easy, what with your face smushed right into her jello-like booty, and your body a contorted mess thanks to Anneli's zealous cleansing with her loofah scrubbing, but you'd survived forty years of messes like this, and more than had the strength to reform and right this mess.
Or, at least, you would've said that had Anneli not chosen that moment to hastily dry off and then get dressed.
Slipping on a thong, you felt the stretchy black Tinex thong slip between your best friend's butt cheeks, and come to a rest right near your body. The fabric pressed up against you, shoving you even a little tighter into Anneli's supple ass flesh. Worse, Anneli then shimmied into a fresh sweats (fresh for Anneli, at least, she'd worn them at least once earlier in the week without washing them since), and the sweats were at least a size too small on her. Despite intended to be loose and comfy, the sweats clung to Anneli like a second skin, made even more tight due to the wetness still present on Anneli's skin after her hasty attempts at drying off. As such, the sweats compressed around Anneli's world-class ass, squeezing her glutes firmly.
In turn, Anneli's ass cheeks crunched against you even more tightly, and you let out a muted groan of pain and annoyance as your best friend's actions and behaviors screwed up your attempt to call out to her right as you'd almost reformed your head. The pain and pressure had now doubled thanks to her tight sweatpants, and for each second that passed since her shower ended, the dank stench grew a bit, as did the ever-present influx of booty sweat. Some rancid droplets already began congealing and dripping onto your pinned form, and you rolled your eyes with exhaustion and resumed trying to reform...though it wasn't easy with all the shaking and quaking as Anneli strolled out of the bathroom, her butt cheeks jiggling frantically and jostling you around.
Anneli was also just as frantic as her rippling butt cheeks. Though usually a laidback woman with a fairly lazy outlook on life, she was still a good friend, and in this moment was convinced she'd just lost you down her shower drain because of her own negligence. Stepping on you, sitting on you, eating you? All things Anneli had done to you plenty of times on accident (and once or twice on purpose, to be fair), and though she did feel bad and apologize, she knew there would be no bad blood between you two after those incidents. Primarily because they were easily addressed. Losing you down the drain? Anneli was in full-on panic mode.
Thankfully, she remembered hearing something or other about many apartment complexes having special piping installed, with filters that could catch tinies that were whisked down drains on accident. Surely her apartment complex had those too, but Anneli didn't know for sure. So, as she walked into her living room, Anneli picked up her phone and dialed the number for her landlady. She'd know what to do, right?
As the phone rang, you (in the dark depths of your best friend's ass) had no idea what was happening, and were instead overjoyed that you'd finally managed to free your head. Coughing a bit at the humid miasma filling up your butt crack prison, you shouted out.
"Anneli! I'm in your ass! Please help me!" You screamed, as loudly as you could.
One second passed. Then five. Finally, a sliver of light appeared, as the waistband of your best friend's sweats was pulled back, and a singular long finger slipped inside the ass crack and right towards you. You smiled, and reached for it...
...and the massive digit slammed into your face, scrunched you into a blob, ground you beneath the fingernail, then retreated. The waistband snapped close, and everything became darkness once more.
Faintly, you heard the sound of Anneli's voice, garbled and muffled because of all the booty flesh around you, but audible none the less. And her words terrified you.
"Ugh, stupid fucking itch..." Anneli cursed, gazing back at her booty before rolling her eyes and ignoring the issue. Her finger had basically taken care of it, after all, and the last thing Anneli needed to deal with on top of losing her tiny best friend was a distracting itch in her ass.
Finally, her landlady picked up. "What do you want, Anneli? Defending yourself against another smell complaint from your neighbors?"
"Th-That happened once!" Anneli stammered, uncharacteristically embarrassed about the time her neighbors had almost gotten her kicked out of the complex because she'd, admittedly, been so into the game she was binging that she'd let herself and her apartment's uncleanliness reach record levels of grossness. "I've never let it get that bad since then!"
"Cool. So then what do you want?" Her landlady asked, as flippant as ever. She was a girl in her mid-twenties whose mom was a landlady too, and she'd given her daughter control over this apartment complex as a trial for a career in landowning.
"I just lost my friend, a tiny, down the drain in my shower!" Anneli exclaimed.
There was a long pause before a reply. "...okay?"
"So, what should I do?"
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