Shit. You find yourself under the gaze of a pair of huge hazel eyes. The look of confusion is plain in them. For a moment you both freeze, taking each other in. A sinking feeling creeps into your gut as her bewildered expression slowly turns to one of intrigue. Before you can think to flee you're clamped between the same fingers that had trapped the magazine.
She lifts you until you're about level with the midriff that peeked out from under her tank top, just above the waistband of black yoga pants. Something about the giant shopper is familiar but you can't place her. She has a soft face with round cheeks but a sharp nose. Her hair is dyed a unique shade of violet, just brushing her shoulders. Dark eyebrows furrow as she tries to work out what you are, prodding you with her fingertips.
"Miss..." The cashier tries to get her attention. "Are you ready to pay?"
The woman jumps, letting out a startled eep. "Oh! My bad," She quickly pulls you out of view. The world blurs and her hand whirls around her back. All at once, it slips with you into her waistband. The world becomes dark and tight and uncomfortably warm as you're stuffed into a tight sleeve of spandex. Her hand exits as quickly as it entered but it leaves its puny catch behind. The snap of elastic against skin hammers home where she'd hastily hidden you. You are trapped in the back of her yoga pants.
While you hadn't gotten a chance to observe her entire figure, you can't help but notice the enormity of her ass. You can't tell if it's the size difference or not but it seems to be the size of a moon, squashing you against stretching fabric. Tons of muscle and fat jiggle with the ponderous sway of her hips as she goes up to the register to pay for her groceries. You fight the mass of flesh on the other side of her underwear, squirming with all your might. The world around you shudders before something heavy presses against you from the outside. Your body sinks into the woman's enormous cheek. She's brushing a hand against her butt, trying to smooth your tiny form out of sight.
"There ya, go have a good one!" The cashier says and you hear the rustle of bags.
"Thanks! You too," The woman's voice reverberates through her body. Her mountainous booty begins to quake again and you know she's leaving the store. It stops abruptly and a series of nervous giggles ring out from somewhere nearby.
"Hi...you're Jexia from YouTube right?" A young girl's voice asks.
"Shhhh! Don't tell anyone!" Your captor whispers playfully. That's when it clicks in your head. You weren't a big fan of Let's Play videos but you'd definitely seen her face in thumbnails before. Jessica, better known as Jexia online, chuckles at an excited squeal from the girl who'd approached her. "You want a selfie?"
"Oh my God, you're the best. I'm literally your biggest fan!" Jessica crouches a bit to get in the picture with her. Her painted-on tights stretch against her thighs and rear, squeezing the breath out of you. Your survivalist quest had definitely taken a turn for the unexpected.
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