The hour that followed was as close to hell as you'd been in the past few months of Carmine pranks and Inez training sessions.
And Anneli herself was the one primarily making it worse, what with her complete belief that your existence was nothing more than a bothersome itch buried in her ass crack, and her continued assaults of smearing you with her booty and trying to crush you into paste. And yet, despite the painful feedback loop it caused, there was really nothing you could do aside from keep fighting and trying to get her attention, even when it resulted over and over in her kneading you into a crumpled mess with her doughy buttocks, or otherwise suffocating you with unrestrained bursts of flatulence.
Eventually, the time the plumber had promised to arrive drew near, and so Anneli stood back up, though she began pacing around her apartment. After all, she was convinced you were lost in her shower drain, so every minute that passed was a minute she feared you would be sucked down into the depths of the sewer. Her passion for wanting to save you was admirable, even if you really weren't in a position to enjoy your best friend's rare burst of dedication and effort in the face of your entire body being eaten alive by her ass, tossed around in her dank dark depths of her butt crack by her jiggling cheeks.
A knock on the door sounded, and Anneli took a second to compose herself, slipping into the faux-demure mask she wore around strangers. Her laidback smile replaced with a quiet frown, a bit of softening around her eyes, and curling her shoulders in a bit (a look that, all-told, both added to her soft-spoken princess-like appearance, and also seemed quite comical contrasting her pretend shyness with the sheer unbelievable heft of her full-figured curves). She approached the door, opened it...
...and found herself staring far, far down at the 4'11" brunette shortstack before her.
The plumber was, in more ways than one, a sight to behold.
She was darkly-tanned, and all over her exposed skin and face were little splotches of dirt and grease. Her brunette hair was short, frizzy, and exceptionally messy, like she hadn't bothered to even touch it with a brush in days. Her stocky, shortstack frame was even more arresting. She was toned, with decent muscle in her small frame, and shockingly large curves. Particularly in the short-cut overalls she was wearing, the plumber's breasts nearly spilled from her dirty shirt, and the bottoms of her bronzed cheeks poked out from the cutoff of her overalls. She looked as if she was in her early thirties.
Cocked to the side, hand on hip, the plumber frowned. "You gonna let me in, toots?" She asked, in a bored-sounding voice.
Anneli gasped and moved aside. "R-Right, sorry. Please come in." She said, in that breathy near-whisper she used around strangers.
The plumber smiled a bit, as if seeing right through Anneli's act, but she entered without complaint. "The name's Rafaela. Remind me again what the issue was?" The plumber, Rafaela, spoke bluntly but succinctly. A no-nonsense type of woman, but not like Inez and her mercilessness. Anneli could tell Rafaela genuinely was interested in helping, she was just a professional with decades of experience, and thus wasn't easily shaken.
"M-My best friend, a tiny, fell into the drain. We were showering together." Anneli explained.
Rafaela clicked her tongue. "Ah, yeah. Right. Eh, happens all the time. My one tiny girlfriend keeps slipping in when we bathe together. My other tiny one is much less reckless."
Thrown a bit, Anneli frowned. "You...have two girlfriends?"
"Sure, why not?" Rafaela shrugged. "It's all open-relationship with me and them. So I've had as many as six at once, and as little as just one. Good sex, few attachments. It's all easy." She threw Anneli a smile. "I take both tinies and unaffected, by the way, so I'd be open to adding you and your lost little one, once I rescue her." She winked.
Anneli, never easily thrown, blushed beet red at the plumber's blatant flirting. "U-Uh...um..."
Rafaela laughed, said something that sounded extremely flirty in Chilean, and then grinned. "Relax, I'm teasing, toots. Lemme go get your tiny, she'll be in the filter. I remember installing them in this place at the previous landlady's request. Sweet thing, that woman. Not like the bit--" The brunette paused, catching herself. "...lovely young lady who runs the place now."
"Lovely little nepobaby, maybe." Anneli muttered, under her breath, then gasped as she realized she'd let her demure mask slip. However, upon glancing back at Rafaela, she found the plumber smirking playfully at her, and Anneli blushed once more.
Finished with their banter, the two giantesses headed into the bathroom (Anneli taking another second to crush you with her finger as she scratched at her booty 'itch' once more). Your best friend then stood solemnly to the side as Rafaela got to work, using specialized tools to pull open the drain area around Anneli's shower, and poke around for any (inevitably futile) sign of you.
While she worked, Anneli leaned against the counter in just the right way to squeeze her hugh buttocks that you actually found yourself with just a bit of brething room. Not willing to pass up this chance, you renewed your attempts to squeeze, thrash, and free yourself, and managed to actually partially unpeel yourself. However, not expecting to have done that, you reacted rashly and flicked out your hand, accidentally scraping Anneli's skin with your fingernail.
And while your best friend's world-class booty might've normally swallowed up the sensation of your little scratch, considering how deep you were and how sensitive of an area you were stuck to in her ass, Anneli absolutely felt you.
Letting out a yelp, Anneli reflexively kicked out her foot, and by chance slammed her toes into the sink. Crying out again, but this time in genuine pain and not surprise, Anneli began hopping around as one does when they stub their toe, flailing about and just trying to will the pain to cease. Over and over, Anneli hopped up and down, holding her foot and wincing in pain...all while, more pertinently, her giga-sized glutes jiggled, jostled, and wobbled around.
In the span of just about five seconds, every part of your current fate changed dramatically.
The combination of your own efforts to escape and Anneli's hopping around and her jiggling glutes fused into the momentous force you needed to escape her ass. You peeled free, and rode the waves of your snow-white giantess' waves of fatty ass flesh as a rocket straight out of the depths of her ass crack. However, victory was short-lived, as you found yourself propelled right towards a faint, inch-wide rip in Anneli's sweatpants, the light from the outside world shining in. Too flattened to stop your path, you flew right through the hole.
You then fluttered freely through the air, and came to rest on the ground of the bathroom, dangerously close to the stomping feet of your best friend, who had not at all noticed your exit from her rump yet. Nor had Rafaela, who by this point was sealing back up the shower drain, her work finished.
"God, that hurt like a mother-fucker, goddamnit!" Anneli growled, before blushing and realizing she'd yet again slipped from her mask. Rafaela, of course, only chuckled at her outburst.
"A stubbed toe hurts like a bitch, don't it, toots?" She shook her head. "Sadly, I don't got much better news. Your little friend wasn't tangled in the tiny-catching filter."
Anneli paled. "She...wasn't? Then where is she?"
"No idea." Rafaela shrugged. "Best guess? She didn't go down the drain. And if that didn't happen, she's probably stuck to your gorgeous self, toots. I'd check yourself again."
Anneli frowned, then gasped. "Oh, god! I'm such an idiot! She's in my fucking ass!" She exclaimed, totally dropping her façade. Now that the shower drain idea had been proven false, Anneli's one-track mind was free to explore other options...such as the possibility that the itch she'd been destroying for the past two hours was her own lost best friend!
Ashamed and embarrassed, Anneli turned on her heel and ran out of the bathroom to head to her bedroom...crushing you obliviously under her heel as she departed, and leaving you a twitching mess on the floor.
Not that you had more than a second to process that, because a moment later it was Rafaela's dirt-caked boot that filled your vision, and you could only wince as the shortstack plumber stomped down and crushed you beneath her, also failing to spot you. Worse, when she stepped again, your body stuck to the clumps of dirt adorning her sole, and you went with her!
Over and over, you got pounded into the floor as Rafaela sauntered out of Anneli's apartment, having already been paid for her services. Slipping out the door, you could only cry out uselessly as the plumber unknowingly abducted you. Those tears then turned into sobs of pain as Rafaela took a second to wipe her feet on the mat outside of Anneli's door, agonizingly smearing you.
1) The smearing only further engrains you into Rafaela’s boot, and you remain glued as she heads on home.
2) The smearing peels you free, leaving you behind on the mat. However, seconds later, approaching footsteps signal someone is coming your way. It's Anneli's lazy landlady, April!
3) The smearing peels you free, leaving you behind on the mat. However, seconds later, lightly-prancing footsteps signal someone approaching. It's a young girl, Whitney, who lives across the hall!
4) The smearing peels you free, leaving you behind on the mat. However, seconds later, tremendous earthquakes signal someone is approaching. It's a monstrously massive woman, Effie, Anneli's next-door-neighbor!
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