Clumsy Stacy asks if you can help her put her suit on.

You look up to see a mostly naked Stacy struggling to put on her leotard next to you, making her pleasantly plump body jiggle vigorously as she does. She manages to put both her shapely legs inside and pull it up her thighs, but her progress quickly comes to a screeching halt upon reaching a certain point. Stacy grunts and complains as she stands back up to get better leverage, and you immediately notice what the hold-up is: her massive bubble butt. The leotard is firmly bundled up beneath her fleshy shelf of a rear, and, try as she may, Stacy can’t pull her suit up past it. While Stacy gets nowhere fast, you can’t help but enjoy the little show she’s inadvertently putting on for you, wriggling her hips and bouncing her thick cheeks in a way that’s almost mesmerizing, especially at your tiny size. Before you realize it, your boner is standing at attention for her.

“Ugh, dammit. Come on already!” Getting more frustrated by the second, Stacy plops back down onto the bench, still not noticing you yet. Fortunately, the sight of her massive butt descending on you like a pale meteor is enough to snap you out of your trance, and you manage to just barely move out of the way before it lands just centimeters away from you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from it. Before you can regain your balance, Stacy lifts and drops her ass on the bench a few more times as she tries to pull her suit free. Again and again, she nearly crushes you beneath her wobbling cheeks while causing a quake through the bench, making it impossible for you to gain solid footing.

Realizing that she’s not making any progress, Stacy groans as she drops her ample backside onto the bench in defeat. “There’s gotta some sort of trick to this,” she mutters aloud. Meanwhile, as the bench reverberates, you wind up stumbling face first into the side of Stacy’s smooth, naked cheek, a little too dizzy to stand back up right away. Stacy feels this and peeks to the side, perking up as she finally notices you. “Tommy! Perfect timing, cutie. I could really use your help.” She pauses a moment as she realizes it looks like you’re hugging her ass, no doubt because you really like what you see, she reasons. “...that is if you’re not too busy coping a feel on me, heehee.”

You’re a little annoyed that Stacy, in all her carelessness, doesn’t even realize what she just put you through, but you’re more grateful that--by some miracle--she didn’t wind up crushing you instead. So you let it slide for now. Regaining your bearings, you manage to push yourself off her and ask, “and just how exactly is someone my size supposed to help you?”

“Well you helped Ally with this outfit before, right?” Stacy stands back up. “Do you know if there’s some sort of special trick to put this bad boy on?” Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her outfit, Stacy waves her ass above you, giving you a good look at her big, juicy obstacle as her flesh spills over the edges of the leotard.

You didn’t exactly see how Ally put on her outfit (your face was too busy getting smothered by her ass to notice), but you notice that Stacy doesn’t seem to be taking full advantage of the leotard’s stretchy material. In her haste, she’s insistently trying to pull the outfit up her ass rather than stretch the elastic material over it, which is why it’s caught beneath her wide hips. “I think you might be going too fast, Stacy. Don’t **** it. Instead of pulling on the suit so hard, why don’t you try stretching it out,” you suggest.

Stacy, too focused on all her struggling, hears what you said but doesn’t process it right away. “Uh, ok , I’ll try,” she grunts mindlessly. Getting impatient, Stacy starts pulling even harder, hopping up and down erratically as she tries to **** her hips through. When you realize that she’s completely ignoring your advice, you try and call out to her, but your throat drops to your stomach as soon as you see her massive butt falling towards you. Terrified, you quickly turn around and try to run away, but, before you can get anywhere, Stacy lands on you with an “Oof,” crushing your frontside against the cold, hard bench with her doughy right cheek.

Noticing the itch caused by your tiny body pressed against her, as well as your agonized grumbling, Stacy realizes that she accidentally sat on you, but she continues squirming, too determined to get this suit on to even bother to get up or check to see if you’re ok. “Oops, sorry, Tommy,” she says carelessly in between wiggles. “Well, since you’re already down there, would you, like, help me pull the suit up from your end? That might just be the help I need.” Ugh, really!? Not only is this girl too concerned with her own outfit to even consider what you must be going through, but now you can't even tell her that you’re facing the completely wrong way for her plan (if you can call it that) to work.

You feel yourself getting dizzy again as Stacy stands back up and continues shimmying into her suit. Through sheer dumb luck, she eventually realizes that she can stretch the suit out over her body, completely forgetting that you were the one who told her to do just that, and manages to do so. After dragging the stretchy fabric over her huge ass, slender waist, and ample breasts, Stacy slips an arm through each shoulder strap, successfully putting her tight outfit on...with you still inside it.

Stacy gives a content sigh, completely forgetting about you in her relief. She admires her tight, sexy new outfit for a moment before turning just in time to see another cheerleader, Daisy, finish putting her leotard on. The moment both girls look at each other and see how amazing the other looks in her outfit, they squeal and embrace each other with glee. In their excitement, Stacy and Daisy start bouncing in place, and you’re **** to feel every jiggle her enormous ass makes as she hops around. Just when the hell is she gonna stop playing around and let you out of here!?

“Ohmygosh! You look drop-dead gorgeous, Daisy!”

“Me!? What about you? You’re rocking that new leotard, girlfriend,” Daisy cheers. “Turn around. I have to see something.” Stacy obliges, giving Daisy a chance to admire her friend from behind. Failing to notice the tiny imprint of an aroused man sticking out from Stacy’s suit, Daisy cups Stacy’s hefty butt with both hands, unwittingly squishing you further against the ditzy wrestler/cheerleader. “Mm-hm, I knew it. It makes your ass look soooo good.”

You grumble in frustration as you’re repeatedly pressed and bounced against Stacy’s yielding skin, but Stacy perks up even more. “Really!? Cause I’ve been doing, like, tons of squats with Debbie and Valentina every week, so my butt can compare with the best of them. You think it shows?”

“Oh, it’s totally showing, girl,” Daisy confirms. “This butt looks so SPANKable!” She gives Stacy’s ass a playful slap, smashing you against her friend’s truck-sized ass cheek and making it wobble even more.

Stacy squeals at this affirmation and, unable to help herself, bounces to the closest, full-length mirror she can find, needing to see for herself. She turns around and bends over, angling herself so that she can admire the round, captivating shape her buttocks makes as it flexes and stretches against her taut suit. You can only groan as the soft pressure surrounding you increases, the outline of your body slowly getting more defined. She hums a happy tune while playfully wiggling in place, thinking about how amazing it would be if someone tried to bounce a quarter off her butt right now. You just grumble angrily.