"B…but I'm not wearing a bra!" Melanie whispered. "You could slip, fall out, and get caught! Or worse, stepped on!"

"This is a stupid fucking plan…" Freya opined. "Just give the little fucker to me, and I'll make sure he's hidden in a place they'll never find him."

Freya punctuated her barely veiled threat by letting her freakishly long tongue slide out of her wide open mouth and twitch, almost beckoning toward Will. The sight of Freya's tongue, and the hellish cavern that it slithered out of sent a shudder through Will's body as he recalled a week earlier when Melanie and Freya had gotten too high on edibles and had passed Will back and forth between their mouths. It had been terrifying, exhausting, and humiliating, but it had almost ended in Will's worst nightmare as Melanie had passed out, and Freya had, no longer abjured by Melanie, almost swallowed him alive. Only a violent thrashing, and some surprised coughing from Freya had prevented him from being little more than a snack to his girlfriend's overly aggressive roommate.

"Look, we can figure this out. They don't allow shrunken people in the theater at all, so just getting a ticket isn't an option…" Will said. "How about your pocket?"

"They're not real! These shorts just look like they have pockets! But they're not actually real!" Melanie said, more panic seeping into her voice. "Oh, maybe we should just leave?"

"Please, babe, I haven't seen a movie in the theater since I shrunk, and I can smell the popcorn from out here…" Will pleaded.

"But how will we get you in?" Melanie said, suddenly more sympathetic than worried.

"Down your shorts, of course…" Freya said, rolling her eyes.

"But I'm not wearing…" Melanie began.

"Yeah, yeah, no panties, everyone knows your aversion to underwear, Mel." Freya said dismissively. "But the ushers will be too busy staring at your tits once we get into the air conditioning, and if you shove him down the back, you can just go to the bathroom and yank him out."

"Will…?" Melanie said, exchanging a nervous look with her tiny boyfriend.

"Yeah, let's do it." Will said after careful consideration. "But please don't forget to get popcorn babe."

"You want help?" Freya asked with a sneer.

"We're fine…" Melanie said, turning away.

Carefully she transferred her boyfriend into one hand, and pulled the waist of her denim shorts back with her other. Slowly, very slowly, she lowered her hand toward her lower back, and slid it down until she could reach no further. Straining to see, but unable to catch a glimpse of her own buttocks, she turned back to Freya.

"Um… actually, would you mind? Sorry…" She said sheepishly.

"Happy to." Freya responded with a grin.

Will didn't have a chance to object before Freya had him in her hand. She was far rougher with the tiny boyfriend than Melanie ever would be, and seemed to enjoy tormenting him. She pulled Melanie's waistband out even further and haphazardly dropped Will in. The tiny body tumbled, and slid down against the denim, when Freya released the denim, and sealed Will inside with only a squeak from Melanie as she felt her boyfriend slide into place, almost being wedged between her cheeks.

"There, now just don't take big steps, and he should be fine." Freya said, satisfied. "On the other hand, we'd better hurry up. It's a hundred degrees out here and the last thing you want is Will to smell like your sweaty ass crack while he's sitting on your for the whole movie."

"Y…yeah, just give me a second." Melanie said.

Although Will had been between her legs, she had avoided allowing him behind her. She enjoyed wearing plugs, and after one unfortunate incident where a silicone plug's base had failed, knew all too well how dangerous being so close to her hole could be. If she could avoid even risking Will getting between her cheeks, she would.

Delicately, with great care, Melanie shuffled after Freya. The summer afternoon was not helping. The trio had been standing outside of the theater for only a few minutes, but Melanie could feel sweat beading up on her skin, and behind her. A squirming sensation from her butt almost caused her to scream.

"Be still!" She whisper-barked behind her, even though the squirming didn't stop.

Freya's laughter didn't help, but it was only when Melanie caught up to the doors that Melanie realized the laughter hadn't only been at her comment. Plastered over each door, in poorly printed and poorly taped format, were simple sheets of paper announcing to the world the regrettable failure of the theater's air conditioning system. Melanie moaned but didn't stop, she wanted nothing more than to make it into the theater and extract Will before anything else went wrong. The usher, a young man drenched in sweat, scanned their tickets and pointed to a mercifully nearby set of doors.

"Auditorium 22." He said flatly.

"Umm… where's your bathrooms?" Melanie asked, trying to remain still as the wiggling against her cheeks intensified.

"Out of order." He responded, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to a brightly lit bathroom with yellow tape over the doors.

Melanie's heart sank.

"But there's one down at the other end of the theater." The usher pointed opposite of the direction of their movie's auditorium.

Just when Melanie was about to turn and make a break for the exit, she felt a tug at the hem of her waistband. Filled with dread, she turned to see Freya standing right next to her, a sadistic grin across her face. Before Melanie could stop her, Freya subtly, but firmly pulled up on Melanie's shorts, driving the denim, and Will, deep between her cheeks. Melanie gasped, but managed to hold her yelp.

"Thanks so much, and concessions?" Freya asked, barely holding a laugh.

"You can order them from your seat." The usher noted. "Enjoy your show."

"Thanks, we will!" Freya said, cheerfully leading Melanie in.

Melanie was having difficulty walking, she could feel Will fighting against her ass and losing with every movement. Between his struggling, her sweat, and the force of Freya's wedgie, he was getting dangerously close to her anus. Determined to prevent him from slipping inside, Melanie clenched her cheeks together, arresting Will's progress toward her rectum, but making it difficult to focus on much else as Freya led her along.

And it felt so good.

Sweating profusely, both from the heat and the intense effort to balance walking, clenching, and suppressing the moan building inside her throat, Melanie allowed herself to be herded into the dark and sparsely crowded theater, and then to their seat in the center of the theater.

"Well, better get comfy." Freya said with an evil grin. "Have a seat."

Melanie knew what sitting down would mean, but the bathroom would be on the other side of the theater, and her knees were already weak from the sensations coming from between her cheeks, Will just wouldn't stop squirming, and sure was no longer sure that was just sweat running down her leg. Melanie was barely focused on Freya when Freya's hands pushed her shoulders down, into the plush theater seat.

Between the impact against the cushioned seat, losing control over her cheeks ever so briefly, the copious amounts of sweat that had built up, and Will's own violent, self-destructive struggling, the inevitable finally happened. Melanie felt Will slip deep inside her. A full body shudder took over her as she let out a long and ragged exhale that was thankfully lost in the din of the crowd. She couldn't tell which half of Will had slipped into her, but her tiny boyfriend continued to work against his own best interest with a panicked desperation that only excited Melanie more. Sitting, frozen, she fought the urge to clench again, knowing it would only suck him in completely, but otherwise unable to communicate with him to tell him to stop.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this movie." Freya quipped sitting down next to her, with a self-satisfied smile. "Good news, I heard this extended edition is the best version of the film, even if it does run two hours and forty five minutes…"