This is a vignette about being a seat.
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I remember back when this wasn’t quite such an undertaking.
Not that I should talk. All I have to do is lie here.
These days, after all the progress she’s made? She’s a little slower, & it’s a bit harder for her to see. It takes her a few seconds longer, but the anticipation only adds to my excitement. She dutifully does that adorable little waddle of hers, as she lumbers into position above me. But she freezes for a moment. She leans over a bit, but there’s still just so much of soft belly in the way that she has to gently press it to the side just so we can see each other, face to face.
“Are you sure?” She asks again with a pensive, cautious smile. “I mean it’s getting to be… a bit much, don’tcha think?” By ‘a bit much,’ she’s sheepishly speaking of her own bulk, & it’s clear that she’s not looking to hurt me. After all, this was all me. My request. And now, thinking I can finally see just how truly large she has gotten, she’s looking to offer me one final out. She’s so caring. She’s such a sweetie like that.
But I’ve already accepted my fate. If this is how I go, so be it. I don’t say a word. Instead, my own smile tightens back, looking up at her. I give her a wink, & take one last big, lung filling breath.
“Okay…” she chortles timidly, releasing the pudge to once again block the view between our faces. It undulates to its free, natural shape.
“Good girl,” I call out in a soft, commanding rasp. Just loud enough. I don’t have to see her face to know she’s reflexively biting that plump bottom lip of hers. But the soft little moan she lets out confirms it. She has the cutest praise kink.
She’s no longer as graceful as she once was. And I find that, in & of itself, arousing.
Before, she’d either do sort of like a half split, or nimbly lean forward, & get on all fours first, before thrusting herself back onto me with a bit of force.
But now? She huffs & puffs, going down one knee at a time. If she were to get on all fours, that belly of hers would probably scrape against the floor. Instead, she now just rests on her knees for half a second.
“Okay…” she pants to herself, still much more worried than I am about all this. “Here it goes.” And she slowly starts to roll back onto me.
Gone is the force she’d use to throw around. While I would still be game for, this much mass with that kind of force would probably be enough to kill me. But this newer, more methodical approach provides me with something of a spectacle now.
I stare up in awe as her massive ass hangs above me like some kind of giant celestial body. It’s like those pictures that demonstrate what the night’s sky would look like if you were standing on the surface of one of the moons orbiting Jupiter. Only it’s my partner’s extremely well-fed derrière, nearly bursting out of the felty, fleecy Hello Kitty pajama bottoms I gave her just this past Christmas. And she’s already outgrowing them. Just like it’s growing in my field of vision. Smothered by Sanrio.
Her ass only draws closer. Steadily. Until it eclipses everything, & I’m in shadow. And yet, with it blocking my entire view, there’s still a surprising few extra nanoseconds before contact is finally made & all of her weight is suddenly on top of me.
Yes.
It envelopes me. My entire being, & perception of reality. It’s almost as if her soft, pillowy flesh seeps around my every feature, crushing my nose against my skull, which feels as though it’s being pressurized. But not enough for me to panic, or care frankly. If her asscheeks weren’t so cushiony, I’d probably be a complete goner. Sitting must always be so comfortable for her, I think.
She bobbles a little, leaning left, then right, kicking her legs out in front of herself. It feels like my neck is about to snap in half as my head, cocooned by her massive glutes, has no choice but to sway with her. By reflex, with almost my whole upper body enveloped, my arms snap up at the elbows, hugging around her soft curves as they settle. I feel myself squeezing into them & realizing I'm cupping her bottom almost like some kind of really lousy chair.
She lets out a giggle, but I feel it through her immense form more than I actually hear it. And it’s as adorable as ever.
I finally exhale, but my hot breath has nowhere to go. Struggling to push the air out through my open mouth, her ass causes her fleece to bulge & fill the void. Not entering my mouth, but certainly cupped by my lips. Trying to suck in any air I can muster, I catch that faint whiff of her body wash. Apricots. I’m in heaven. And I know she feels it because I feel her giggle once again. Maybe my warm breath is ticklish to my queen.
“You good?” She asks with that matronly concern of hers. At least that’s what I imagine she asks. It’s a little hard to tell with the hundreds & hundreds of pounds of her inundating my senses. Consuming my existence. Catching distinct words is tough. But that’s what it feels like she asked.
I try to work my arm around her ample ass to her side, but there's a lot of ass for my arm to wade under. I try my best to eke out something of a thumbs up. I worry it’s probably just a bit more meager than the very emphatic way I want to express just how good I truly am right now. But it’s enough. It seems like she was able to see it, because she says something else. It’s harder to make out, but in my mind it was her probably laughing to herself about how easy it is, for her. Me? I’m fighting for my life but she’s just having a nice comfy seat. And she’s probably relishing just how very little she actually has to do to drive me insanely wild. Just sit there.
And with yet another cooing giggle, she nestles in, waggling her backside back & forth to get just a little more comfortable. Only down where I am, that innocuous little wiggle-scoot is grinding me into the floor, with her asscheeks rocking back & forth with the ferocity of raging ocean waves, knocking me around. My own heartbeat pounding in my ears. My life flashes before my eyes.
I love it.
Speaking of meager, I try to suck in another breath. It’s just enough, despite how little room my sternum has right now to expand. And I’m rewarded with more of that sweet, faintly fruity scent of hers, while feeling my entire existence being compressed & narrrowed. And superheated by a combo of my breath & her soft, blubbery warmth. I feel the sweat forming, & think if we were to do this long enough, she could potentially turn me into a diamond. And that’s fine. For me, it’s more about the journey than the destination.
Sometimes I wonder, if we do this enough, if my face will start to leave an indentation in her growing cheeks. But no. I know its impossible. Her fat ass is just far too powerful.
I mean I didn’t fatten her up to nearly triple the size she was when we first met, not to trap myself beneath all of her. This is where I want to live. This space, under her massive ass? This is my dream home.
I hug into her again, feeling my arms almost seep into her pudge. She’s gotten so big. She’s so amazing. Dammit I didn’t look, but I sure hope I left her some snacks nearby. No need for her to ever get up. But then she can just mindlessly keep munching. Just so she can keep working at getting even bigger. All the more overwhelming.
“If you’re good then,” I think I hear. I feel her lean slightly, & in the split second of respite, I hear “I’m going to play my game” quite a bit clearer. Her tone is chipper, but matter of fact. Like she has her way of passing the time, & I have mine. I really love this for us.
I feel all her heft swing back directly onto me, & I'm further pancaked again. Smooshed. Yeah, I thought she might’ve been her reaching for her Switch. I know she just picked up Stardew again. I have a feeling that she’s trying to cheat on me with Abigail. Oh well.
I settle in. I know how she's prone to getting sucked in for hours at a time, as I relish the fact that we’re both going to be here for quite a while.
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Just wanted to try my hand at doing a bit of a crushing story. Completely on a whim. Just saw a sketch of a large woman with a fatass sitting legs akimbo, looking back over her shoulder, & I banged this out in one sitting (no pun intended, with half a pass later before posting).
I wouldn’t say I’m that big into the idea of being crushed, but I do get it on some level. If you’re going to fatten up your partner & they’re going to be that heavy, why not experience for all that its worth?
But all that said, there's other things I know other people have been waiting on that I want to get out first. So I'm scheduling this way ahead of time & hopefully those other things have gone up in a reasonable time frame prior to this (just before Valentine’s). Looking ahead hopefully I'll reach a bit of a slow period at my day job by mid week next week. So we shall see.
Mainly, I am working on things! It's just when I can find the time. Thought I was going to have more the past few weekends & it hasn't materialized. But I'm trying!!