This choice: Ass Crack Bandit Strikes Again • Go Back...Chapter #7Ass Crack Bandit Strikes Again by: Haro-Haze   Jeff was alone in the study room, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, when Britta walked in.
"Hey Jeff, what's up?"
"Trying not to think about sitting through another one of Professor Duncan's classes. I spend half of it trying to decide how much it would hurt to jump out the window."
"Well... I have something that might help." Britta said, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a baggie containing a small green pill.
Jeff took the bag from her hand and dumped the pill into his. "What is it?" Jeff asked. Then, before she answered said "Whatever, anything is better than experiencing that class sober." and popped the bill in his mouth.
He was about to be proven wrong.
"What are you smiling about?" Jeff asked, seeing the predatory grin on Britta's face. Then he felt a sudden rush from his chest up to his head. He staggered to his feet, then fell forward onto the table, the room spinning as whatever drug he'd taken took sudden, aggressive effect.
But the effect stopped as quickly as it came on. He pushed himself up off the table, expecting to land feet back on the ground, but I stead found his feet on the table too. He was standing on the table, surrounded by a newly giant study room, which was accompanied by a gigantic Britta.
"Hey Jeff. You look a little different. Did you get a hair cut?" Britta asked, feigning ignorance.
"What the hell Britta? You said the pill would help with Professor Duncan's class!" Jeff said.
"Yeah, I did help. Now that you're tiny, you're not going to his class." Britta said. "You're going to help me out with my side project."
"Oh God. Are you trying to get the Dean to ban meat again?" Jeff asked. "Or are you raising money for a country you couldn't even find on a map?"
"Neither! This is a project you're already familiar with actually. I'm the Ass Crack Bandit." Britta said, smirking at the revelation.
"You're the Ass Crack Bandit?!" Jeff asked, incredulous. "That's impossible. You couldn't keep a secret if your life depended on it. You would have Brittaed this up by now."
"Well it's true Jeff. I've been dropping quarters into people's butts in secret, and no one has found out. No one suspects me. Not even Annie." Britta said.
"But why?" Jeff asked. "What's the point?"
"Everyone makes fun of me for messing things up. This is my way of getting revenge. When everyone is mocking me, they have no idea I'm the one who's making them afraid to bend over and pick up a dropped pencil." Britta explained.
"Ok sure, so you're the Ass Crack Bandit. Whatever. What does this have to do with shrinking me?"
"There are two reasons Jeff. One is that I'm tired of watching you toy with Annie's feelings all the time." Britta explained. "And the other is that I'm all out of quarters."
Britta's fingers closed around Jeff before he could say anything else, trapping him inside her fist.
Jeff tried futilely to push back against her fingers, but nothing worked. He was trapped in her hand, hopelessly overpowered by the giant blonde who had shrunken him without explanation. What had she said? "All out of quarters"? He couldn't possibly help her get any more. Not at this size. He was probably about the size of a quarter himself...
His eyes widened with realization as he figured out what Britta intended to do with him. And with her comment about Annie earlier, he expected he knew her target. Still, he hoped he was wrong, hoped that Britta wouldn't be that crazy. But then Britta's fingers unfurled, and he could finally see again.
And there it was. Something he'd stared at many times, but now it was big enough to swallow him. Annie's Ass Crack.
Annie was bent over at a water fountain, completely unaware of Britta's plan for her ass.
For Britta's part, this was the hardest mission she'd ever attempted. Quarters were quiet and still, while Jeff was actively but pathetically fighting against her fingers. She had to keep one finger clamped over Jeff's mouth to keep him from screaming for help. Once he was in Annie's ass, no one would be able to hear him anyway. She'd honestly been tempted to use her own butt to punish Jeff, but she couldn't resist the thrill of a well executed insertion. Not to mention she loved the irony of sweet, innocent Annie being the one to put Jeff through hell. Finally convinced she had lined up her shot perfectly, she dropped Jeff and began to slink back from her target.
Jeff plummeted down past the waistband of Annie's pants, only managing a tiny squeak before he was cut off from the rest of the world. He slid along the curve of her gigantic pale butt cheeks, unable to find any handhold to stop his descent as he was carried deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Britta smiled as she watched him slide into the coin slot, feeling the familiar rush she always did after a successful job. Now all she had to do was slip away around the corner and her secret would remain...
What happens?
1. Annie doesn't feel the tiny man slip between her cheeks, so she continues her day as normal.
2. Annie squeals and runs to the bathroom, desperate to deal with the intrusion in her butt.
3. Annie squeals but reacts quickly enough to catch Britta, realizing she is the bandit.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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