"Sure, come here, little guy," Sam cooed, casually accepting Carly's offer, eager not to let this opportunity slip away. She knelt down on the floor, one knee hovering above the ground as she reached for her best friend's one-inch-tall brother. Her towering presence loomed over Spencer, while Carly kept a watchful eye, ready to stomp her foot in his path at the slightest hint of an escape attempt.
As Sam's fingers closed around him, he squirmed against her grip, throwing his arms up in a desperate attempt to defend himself. However, Sam quickly turned this maneuver against him with ease. She pinched him gently yet firmly by the arms between her thumb and index fingers, lifting him effortlessly into the air. His blood rushed from his head to his toes as she carried him up her body, returning to her full height in the process and suspending him in front of her striking blue eyes from her fingertips.
"Look at you! You're so tiny! You're basically snack-sized," Sam exclaimed, her voice booming in comparison to his own. Her eyes seemed to look right through him as she flashed a surprisingly bright smile, revealing her white teeth.
"Wait, what are you doing?" he shouted, struggling against her hold. "You can't just pick me up like this! I'm not some toy!" His voice was filled with urgency as he tried to assert himself. But Sam merely chuckled at his protests, clearly enjoying the situation, not even addressing this remark directly, instead turning her attention to Carly, searching for any signs of wavering conviction as her other hand drifted south.
Unfortunately for Spencer, there was no indication that Carly intended to stop Sam from doing whatever she pleased.
"If he's going to be a fighter, then I think I know the perfect place to put him," Sam said, lowering Spencer toward her waistband. With her free hand, she pulled her tight jeans away from her stomach, preparing to tuck him away.
"Wait, Sam, you can't put me in there! Carly, you can't let her do this!" Spencer shouted, his voice filled with panic as he struggled against her grip, looking between the two girls, desperately hoping for some intervention from his younger sibling.
"Don't be such a prude," Sam teased mischievously as she maneuvered him closer to the opening. "Just try to make me feel good while you're down there."
She held him so near to her belly that he could hear the gurgling noises of her stomach digesting dinner. If there was any silver lining to his situation, it was that Carly hadn't introduced him to Sam a couple of hours earlier; otherwise, he might have found himself inside her belly.
"Seriously, do you know how many of our fans would jump at the chance to get in Sam's pants?" Carly giggled.
Spencer could feel the heat radiating from Sam's womanhood as it rose to greet him, realizing the reality of what awaited him below. Desperately, he prayed that this whole experience was just a terrible nightmare and that, at any moment, he would wake up at home on the couch, safe and sound.
No such luck awaited him, however, as Sam cooed, "Come to Mama." With a swift motion, she released her grip on his arms, sending him plummeting face-first toward her crotch and directly into the soft, warm confines of her panties.
As his body plummeted past her waistband, a wave of utter terror washed over him as he laid eyes on his next source of torment: Sam's pussy. The world around him spun, and for a brief moment, he felt weightless, before the harsh reality came crashing back down.
*Snap*
Before Spencer even realized it was happening, Sam's panties snapped back to her skin, dragging the shrunken artist along for the ride. His face somehow landed squarely across Sam's clit in the process, and he barely had time to process his new position before Sam reached down and patted him into her damp skin, biting her lower lip.
"Oh yeah, Mama likes," Sam purred, clearly relishing the sensation of Spencer's tiny body pressed against her.
"You better hope he doesn't bite you down there," Carly chimed in, a hint of admiration in her voice for her friend's boldness.
Spencer had undoubtedly suffered as part of her insole, but he doubted it would compare to the experience of spending an entire concert trying not to get eaten by Sam's pussy.
"I don't mind if he decides to get a little rough," Sam said, adjusting her posture and fixing her jeans, the warmth of her skin enveloping him in total darkness.
At that moment, Cuddlefish took the stage, and the entire stadium erupted into cheers. The roar of the crowd was so loud that Carly and Sam could hear it clearly, prompting them to make their way to their seats as Sam finished buttoning her jeans.
With a swift motion, they exited the bathroom, and Spencer's world shifted entirely. He couldn't see anything but darkness, enveloped in the confines of Sam's tight jeans, regretting that he'd shrunk on the one night of the year Sam wasn't wearing baggy pants as every roll, twist, and thrust of Sam's hips affected Spencer.
He endured the rhythmic undulations of Sam's body as she walked, each step sending jolts of sensation through him.
The pressure of her skin enveloped him, creating an overwhelming cocoon as her folds pressed against him with the intent to swallow him up, her panties dragging along her curves and pulling him tightly against her skin, a thin layer of sweat soaking through them.
A few minutes into the performance, and the insane heat of Sam's body was already stifling, threatening to melt Spencer down to the bone as his face brushed against her clit with each new movement.
The intensity and wetness of her pussy multiplied tenfold by her teenage crush on both the band's vocalist and the shrunken man currently being pulled against her crotch.
Every slight movement Spencer made brought immediate consequences. As he tried to find a more comfortable position by shifting his weight, the fabric of Sam's increasingly wet panties constricted around him, pressing him tighter against her skin. Each adjustment he attempted heightened her awareness of his presence, causing her to clench involuntarily. The sensations intensified with his every struggle.
As the night dragged on, the band began to play their more sensual songs, and Sam took advantage of this opportunity to take the edge off, grabbing Carly by the hips and pulling her in front of her own body, grinding against her ass.
Spencer felt himself slam into Carly's butt and, for a brief moment, thought that Sam had started thrusting him against a wall. The sudden pressure left him breathless, and he struggled to comprehend the new sensation of being wedged between two bodies.
Carly was surprised for a moment, but laughed when she realized what was going on and pushed her butt back harder against Sam, determined to squish Spencer as hard as possible against her crotch.
Spencer would have been even more embarrassed if he knew the wall currently smashing him into Sam's pussy was his sister's ass.
Carly could hear Sam let out a soft gasp as their bodies connected, and she knew she was hitting the right spot, electing to throw her ass back into Sam's pelvis, rotating her rear purposely in the opposite direction.
Spencer, caught in the middle of their energetic dance, felt the pressure increase as their movements became more vigorous. Each grind sent him deeper into the warm fabric of Sam's panties, making it increasingly difficult for him to find any space to breathe. He could feel the heat from both girls enveloping him completely, and he squirmed, trying to make his presence known.
Sam's breaths grew ragged as a familiar heat welled up between her legs, pushing her to the brink of climax. Just in time, she recomposed herself and glanced up at the Jumbotron, where she and Carly appeared on screen. The camera panned in, narrowly missing the moments leading to her near-release. Their names flashed across the display as they danced provocatively for the hundreds of thousands of spectators there to see Cuddlefish perform. The crowd erupted in cheers, chanting "iCarly! iCarly! iCarly!"
Sam, wanting to play down what they were actually doing, which was just short of a public dry hump, lifted her hand and playfully but forcefully slapped Carly's ass with enough force to get the black haired web-show host on her toes, laughing as the crowd continued to cheer.
Waving their phones in the air to create a sea of dotted lights as Carly sidestepped back to her seat.
What happens next?
1. Sam washes Spencer off and returns him to Carly, who now finds her own way to punish him for biting her earlier.
2. Carly invites Sam over for a sleepover so they can both have their fun with Spencer.
3. Sam is overcome by her urges and breaks into a utility room to be alone and get herself off with Spencer.
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