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Sarah Smalls in...

Sorority Slapstick!

My name is Sarah Smalls. It's kind of ironic... well, not for me. For me it's entirely appropriate. No, it's ironic considering some of my family members.

My Mother was a world renown wrestler. She was also twenty feet tall (technically closer to 21, but who's counting?), which might have contributed to her fame. My sister has a lot in common with her, though she's less a giantess and more like an Amazon. And I mean that in the best possible way.

Personally, I have a bit more in common with my father. We have the same brown hair and the same tan skin, and even the same voice according to some people. Personally, I don't hear it, but that's what people say. He's a lot taller than me, but, well... Everything's relative. I'm just barely nine inches, and my Dad is about twice my height, maybe less. But I didn't get everything from him.

My mom has a certain constitution to her. A biological oddity that prevented her size from becoming the health risk it normally would have been. Her body is a lot softer than you might think, given her physique. In fact, I know from personal experience just how malleable she can be. You see, I inherited that very trait from her.

It's come in handy, that's for sure. Like the time I got stuck in Mom's boot before a major bout. Or when my sister needed an emergency replacement for her sports bra. Or when Susie Grayson wanted to find out what I taste like. Or any of the other incidents in which I've been pounded, pummeled or pulverized.

Take today, for example. Today is the day that I join Beta Alpha Delta. Well, technically I'm still just a pledge, but I know I've got what it takes! There's just one catch – This particular sorority isn't above hazing their pledges. And they aren't going easy on me just because of my size. In fact, I'm starting to think that they're taking advantage of my special durability to be especially brutal.

I was just getting ready for class when Ashley Hall burst into my room.

“INSPECTION DAY, MEAT!” She yelled, using her favorite nickname for unproven pledges.

Ashley was built like a supermodel. To be completely honest I couldn't help but gaze in awe at her sometimes. She had amazing blonde hair and glittering blue eyes, not to mention her perfect porcelain skin. From her perfect breasts to her long, long legs, she had an undeniable quality about her, and despite her considerable skill at manipulation, she rarely had to convince anyone of anything. People just naturally did what she wanted. She had plenty of money, but I'd bet a month's rent that she didn't pay for a single thing she was wearing. Not her blazing scarlet skirt, nor her pure white blouse, nor her striking black blazer. I'll be she was even given those killer red heels.

“A-Ashley!” Bertha said from the other half of the dorm room, jumping up out of bed in shock.

To say that Bertha was Ashley's opposite would be cruel, but there was no doubt she was a different kind of girl. Bertha was a lot bigger than her, for one thing. She wasn't any taller, but she made up for that with her other dimensions. She had a huge chest and equally impressive backside. Where Ashley was thin, Bertha was shapely. Where Ashley was radiant, Bertha was magnetic. She had a way with her body language that made her approachable, though I had to wonder if she was really as pure of heart as all the rumors said. I mean, Her brunette hair framed an innocent looking face with soft brown eyes and cute chubby cheeks... But with curves like those, I had trouble believing no guy had gone for her yet!

“I've told you, meat. You are to call me 'mistress' within these walls!” Ashley retorted with a great big grin, clearly enjoying her power.

“Um... I have to get to class” I said, looking up at the two of them from my spot on my unnecessarily large bed.

Ashley looked at me like I was a bug and rolled her eyes, “Big Meat, would you please take a seat and help me shut up Little Meat?” She said, gesturing to where I was standing.

This was a part of the game she played with us. She ordered Bertha to squish me in various ways, thrilling in the pain it caused me and the distress it caused Bertha. They both knew about my special accommodations that allowed me to miss a lot more class than most students could get away with, as well as my miraculous ability to survive being flattened. Bertha didn't want to hurt me, but she couldn't stand up to Ashley and she knew I would recover, so she sat.

“ha ha ha! Oh, that must be embarrassing, being crushed by Big Bertha's Big Butt!” Ashley laughed as the embarrassed Bertha looked away, trying not to think about the feeling of my limbs flailing about underneath her.

I couldn't make out the words, but I knew the intent. She was trying to discourage me, to prove that I wasn't BAD material. Well, I may have been reduced to a sticker on Bertha's not so modest posterior, but I wouldn't break!

Of course, the flattening continued as Ashley made her inspection. Bertha fidgeted a bit nervously, a gesture which felt to me like I was caught in a wine press. As I was pounded by her colossal cheeks, Ashley got a bit of a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“Is... Is everything OK, M-Mistress?” Bertha asked.

“Hmm... I don't know, meat, what do you think?” Ashley said back, standing over her and getting closer until Bertha's view of her was framed by her shapely bosom.

“Well... we followed your instructions for cleaning, and we haven't brought in any of the prohibited items... so I think it should be fine... um, Mistress”

Ashley sat on her lap, still facing her and adding her weight to the crushing force I was under, “You know... You don't have to call me mistress” She said, straddling Bertha, her words coming out more slowly and her tone going lower.

“I... I...”

“If you want... You can call me Mama,” She said and drew her lips closer to Bertha's.

She knew that Bertha had a crush on her and was enjoying making her squirm, especially thinking about the beating I was taking under the both of them. They're lips met, and despite Bertha's resistance, the kiss was deep. For a moment, they both forgot about me and simply allowed their lust to flow through their bodies, causing a powerful vibration that ground my helpless form even further down into the mattress.

Ashley threw her head back and laughed. Bertha was in a daze and hardly moved. And while Ashley's power over Bertha grew, I was still pinned and trying to remember if there was anything but pain in this world. Thankfully, Ashley ordered Bertha to stand, which took her a moment, but once the order registered in her pleasure-addled brain she obeyed.

“oh my god! Hahahahaha! Look at her! Oh, you have to see this, hahaha!” Ashley could barely contain herself and pointed to the single mirror in the room.

Bertha stood in front of the mirror and looked over her shoulder down to her big round bottom. I could see myself in the mirror, too, and what I saw was frankly a little distressing. I was like a splotch of wet paint. My face took up nearly half a cheek and it was stuck in an expression that made rocks look intelligent. My limbs were spread out and covering mos ot her ass, with my torso taking up much less space. I guess that's what happens when I try to crawl out from underneath Bertha's behemoth buns.

Bertha looked down and blushed, and I almost felt sorry for her before she touched me, sending a whole new wave of pain over my body. She slid her hands over me, and in my sensitive state the texture of her skin felt like steel wool scraping my skin. Then, it got worse. She pinched my foot with her finger and thumb, and it was like being grabbed by a hydraulic vise. She started peeling me off of her, and though I could feel some relief over no longer being contoured to her enormous ass, It was excruciating to be stretched even further. By the time she had gotten me off of one cheek, I must have been nearly three times my usual height. I could hope for the extra inches to last, but knew from experience that It just meant a more painful recovery.

When she had finally removed me from her bountiful booty, Bertha deposited me on top of my bed. My thin form started to reform, though not evenly. My limbs were twisting around and my head remained in its pancake-like state. I twitched a bit and Ashley giggled as she watched. Bertha was sitting attentively nearby, simply looking at Ashley as she continued blushing.

“My turn~” Ashley sang, twisting her head around so she could see the expression of horror on my face as her perky butt hovered over me.

I desperately tried to move, but only succeeded in more twitching and twisting, when she said “oh, wait, I just realized!”

I hoped beyond hope that she would leave and let me rest, no longer concerned with class and now only wishing that I wouldn't spend the whole day plastered to Ashley's pert posterior. She was clearly savoring the desperation on my face and licking her lips in anticipation. My hopes were dashed quite quickly, though.

“You're not my color!” she said, excitedly, and raised her skirt so that I was now facing her pink-panty-clad butt.

My head had finally reformed but all I did with it was shake it back and forth.

“No no no no no no no no...” I desperately pleaded, my body convulsing in protest as the dreaded bottom came down upon me.

I silently prayed for mercy as Ashley's smile grew larger and her ass grew closer. She finally came down on top of me, and my now mangled form flattened once again. She bounced up and down on me, enjoying the squish of my malleable body. She slammed my squashed form against the bed a couple of times for good measure to drive home just how screwed I was.

It was at that point I passed out. But apparently, after being a fixture of Ashley's panties, she passed me on to Alisha to replace a torn scrunchy, who dropped me in the trash on the way back to her room. Bertha picked me out of the bin before it was taken away, which I'm grateful for... but honestly, I think maybe I should look for a new roommate. We don't seem to be compatible.

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Sarah Smalls in...

Sorority Slapstick!

My name is Sarah Smalls. It's kind of ironic... well, not for me. For me it's entirely appropriate. No, it's ironic considering some of my family members.

My Mother was a world renown wrestler. She was also twenty feet tall (technically closer to 21, but who's counting?), which might have contributed to her fame. My sister has a lot in common with her, though she's less a giantess and more like an Amazon. And I mean that in the best possible way.

Personally, I have a bit more in common with my father. We have the same brown hair and the same tan skin, and even the same voice according to some people. Personally, I don't hear it, but that's what people say. He's a lot taller than me, but, well... Everything's relative. I'm just barely nine inches, and my Dad is about twice my height, maybe less. But I didn't get everything from him.

My mom has a certain constitution to her. A biological oddity that prevented her size from becoming the health risk it normally would have been. Her body is a lot softer than you might think, given her physique. In fact, I know from personal experience just how malleable she can be. You see, I inherited that very trait from her.

It's come in handy, that's for sure. Like the time I got stuck in Mom's boot before a major bout. Or when my sister needed an emergency replacement for her sports bra. Or when Susie Grayson wanted to find out what I taste like. Or any of the other incidents in which I've been pounded, pummeled or pulverized.

Take today, for example. Today is the day that I join Beta Alpha Delta. Well, technically I'm still just a pledge, but I know I've got what it takes! There's just one catch – This particular sorority isn't above hazing their pledges. And they aren't going easy on me just because of my size. In fact, I'm starting to think that they're taking advantage of my special durability to be especially brutal.

I was just getting ready for class when Ashley Hall burst into my room.

“INSPECTION DAY, MEAT!” She yelled, using her favorite nickname for unproven pledges.

Ashley was built like a supermodel. To be completely honest I couldn't help but gaze in awe at her sometimes. She had amazing blonde hair and glittering blue eyes, not to mention her perfect porcelain skin. From her perfect breasts to her long, long legs, she had an undeniable quality about her, and despite her considerable skill at manipulation, she rarely had to convince anyone of anything. People just naturally did what she wanted. She had plenty of money, but I'd bet a month's rent that she didn't pay for a single thing she was wearing. Not her blazing scarlet skirt, nor her pure white blouse, nor her striking black blazer. I'll be she was even given those killer red heels.

“A-Ashley!” Bertha said from the other half of the dorm room, jumping up out of bed in shock.

To say that Bertha was Ashley's opposite would be cruel, but there was no doubt she was a different kind of girl. Bertha was a lot bigger than her, for one thing. She wasn't any taller, but she made up for that with her other dimensions. She had a huge chest and equally impressive backside. Where Ashley was thin, Bertha was shapely. Where Ashley was radiant, Bertha was magnetic. She had a way with her body language that made her approachable, though I had to wonder if she was really as pure of heart as all the rumors said. I mean, Her brunette hair framed an innocent looking face with soft brown eyes and cute chubby cheeks... But with curves like those, I had trouble believing no guy had gone for her yet!

“I've told you, meat. You are to call me 'mistress' within these walls!” Ashley retorted with a great big grin, clearly enjoying her power.

“Um... I have to get to class” I said, looking up at the two of them from my spot on my unnecessarily large bed.

Ashley looked at me like I was a bug and rolled her eyes, “Big Meat, would you please take a seat and help me shut up Little Meat?” She said, gesturing to where I was standing.

This was a part of the game she played with us. She ordered Bertha to squish me in various ways, thrilling in the pain it caused me and the distress it caused Bertha. They both knew about my special accommodations that allowed me to miss a lot more class than most students could get away with, as well as my miraculous ability to survive being flattened. Bertha didn't want to hurt me, but she couldn't stand up to Ashley and she knew I would recover, so she sat.

“ha ha ha! Oh, that must be embarrassing, being crushed by Big Bertha's Big Butt!” Ashley laughed as the embarrassed Bertha looked away, trying not to think about the feeling of my limbs flailing about underneath her.

I couldn't make out the words, but I knew the intent. She was trying to discourage me, to prove that I wasn't BAD material. Well, I may have been reduced to a sticker on Bertha's not so modest posterior, but I wouldn't break!

Of course, the flattening continued as Ashley made her inspection. Bertha fidgeted a bit nervously, a gesture which felt to me like I was caught in a wine press. As I was pounded by her colossal cheeks, Ashley got a bit of a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“Is... Is everything OK, M-Mistress?” Bertha asked.

“Hmm... I don't know, meat, what do you think?” Ashley said back, standing over her and getting closer until Bertha's view of her was framed by her shapely bosom.

“Well... we followed your instructions for cleaning, and we haven't brought in any of the prohibited items... so I think it should be fine... um, Mistress”

Ashley sat on her lap, still facing her and adding her weight to the crushing force I was under, “You know... You don't have to call me mistress” She said, straddling Bertha, her words coming out more slowly and her tone going lower.

“I... I...”

“If you want... You can call me Mama,” She said and drew her lips closer to Bertha's.

She knew that Bertha had a crush on her and was enjoying making her squirm, especially thinking about the beating I was taking under the both of them. They're lips met, and despite Bertha's resistance, the kiss was deep. For a moment, they both forgot about me and simply allowed their lust to flow through their bodies, causing a powerful vibration that ground my helpless form even further down into the mattress.

Ashley threw her head back and laughed. Bertha was in a daze and hardly moved. And while Ashley's power over Bertha grew, I was still pinned and trying to remember if there was anything but pain in this world. Thankfully, Ashley ordered Bertha to stand, which took her a moment, but once the order registered in her pleasure-addled brain she obeyed.

“oh my god! Hahahahaha! Look at her! Oh, you have to see this, hahaha!” Ashley could barely contain herself and pointed to the single mirror in the room.

Bertha stood in front of the mirror and looked over her shoulder down to her big round bottom. I could see myself in the mirror, too, and what I saw was frankly a little distressing. I was like a splotch of wet paint. My face took up nearly half a cheek and it was stuck in an expression that made rocks look intelligent. My limbs were spread out and covering mos ot her ass, with my torso taking up much less space. I guess that's what happens when I try to crawl out from underneath Bertha's behemoth buns.

Bertha looked down and blushed, and I almost felt sorry for her before she touched me, sending a whole new wave of pain over my body. She slid her hands over me, and in my sensitive state the texture of her skin felt like steel wool scraping my skin. Then, it got worse. She pinched my foot with her finger and thumb, and it was like being grabbed by a hydraulic vise. She started peeling me off of her, and though I could feel some relief over no longer being contoured to her enormous ass, It was excruciating to be stretched even further. By the time she had gotten me off of one cheek, I must have been nearly three times my usual height. I could hope for the extra inches to last, but knew from experience that It just meant a more painful recovery.

When she had finally removed me from her bountiful booty, Bertha deposited me on top of my bed. My thin form started to reform, though not evenly. My limbs were twisting around and my head remained in its pancake-like state. I twitched a bit and Ashley giggled as she watched. Bertha was sitting attentively nearby, simply looking at Ashley as she continued blushing.

“My turn~” Ashley sang, twisting her head around so she could see the expression of horror on my face as her perky butt hovered over me.

I desperately tried to move, but only succeeded in more twitching and twisting, when she said “oh, wait, I just realized!”

I hoped beyond hope that she would leave and let me rest, no longer concerned with class and now only wishing that I wouldn't spend the whole day plastered to Ashley's pert posterior. She was clearly savoring the desperation on my face and licking her lips in anticipation. My hopes were dashed quite quickly, though.

“You're not my color!” she said, excitedly, and raised her skirt so that I was now facing her pink-panty-clad butt.

My head had finally reformed but all I did with it was shake it back and forth.

“No no no no no no no no...” I desperately pleaded, my body convulsing in protest as the dreaded bottom came down upon me.

I silently prayed for mercy as Ashley's smile grew larger and her ass grew closer. She finally came down on top of me, and my now mangled form flattened once again. She bounced up and down on me, enjoying the squish of my malleable body. She slammed my squashed form against the bed a couple of times for good measure to drive home just how screwed I was.

It was at that point I passed out. But apparently, after being a fixture of Ashley's panties, she passed me on to Alisha to replace a torn scrunchy, who dropped me in the trash on the way back to her room. Bertha picked me out of the bin before it was taken away, which I'm grateful for... but honestly, I think maybe I should look for a new roommate. We don't seem to be compatible.