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I had dated Beth for 14 months. We didn't even have
sex until the 6th month of the relationship. She was
my dream woman, and I didn't want to scare her away
with my fantasies, so I just went along with what I
percieved to be her normal sexual practices, i.e. the
missionary possition. She seemed to be a woman of high
moral value and even at 6 months in, she seemed hesitant
to sleep with me. I figured she must be one of those
who thought sex was for after marriage, but she finally
yeilded. After the 14th month I asked her to marry me,and
she said yes before I even finished asking. The night
of our honeymoon, I decided I should no longer hide
my fantasies from her. I mean she was really my dream
woman and she could make me even happier if she would
be open to my request. See, she is a very fat woman, which
is one thing I really like, she learned, but there is
something else. I love to be squashed by a fat woman's
weight and smothered deeply within their flesh. I desire
my chest, stomache, and face to be sat on by a huge woman,
and I had just married a 600 pound one who could fulfill
that. But I wished to be really crushed under her aswell
and I wasn't sure how she would take this. She did bring me
into one of her fantasies for which she was embarrassed
to share with me 10 months into our relationship. It was
that she wanted to gain weight, wanted to eat, and over
stuff her stomache with food, and she wanted me to force
feed her gallons of cream through a funnel. She wanted
to become the fattest person in the world, man or woman.
I had no problem with this, and it quickly became a routine
for us to feed her as a kind of foreplay, sometimes lasting
a couple of hours of her eating. She had gained 200 pounds
in the last 4 months before we married. Now all that
beautiful fat she gained made a big difference in the shape
of her. Her ass was about 15-18 inches wider, her thighs
now the size of 55 gallon drums, and her belly was now
drooping all the way down to her knees when she was standing. I just wanted to be under it all.

We arrived finally in our island hotel room. I began
to take special notice as I walked behind her, of the
emmencity of her overall, and especially her buttox
which were warballing in all directions as she walked.
I had to have this magnificent ass upon me, and feel
the crushing power of it cave me in, taking my breath
away and not letting it back in. How shall I bring up
the subject? She is going to think I'm nuts. I just
blurted it out completely without tacked, "Honey, I want
you to sit on me.". She looked at me, "You want what?"
she responded. "I said I want you to sit on me." I told
her once more in a mildly trembling voice. "Why on earth
would you want that? You have a deathwish?" she asked.
"No really I want you to sit on me, and I will like it
very much. Your weight is a turn on for me. I want to
feel it." I confided to her. "Sit on you how?" she asked.
"I'll lie here on the bed" I demonstrated lying down,"and
you just come and sit here." I pointed to the general
area of my chest and stomache. "I don't know if thats
a good idea. I could crush you to death and I just married
you. The life insurance hasn't kicked in yet." she giggled.
There I knew I probably had it made. She wasn't showing
any sign of being trully bothered by my request. "Just
sit right here, and if I need you to get up I'll just
tap on your thigh there." I assured her. "How about if I
just lie down on top of you, wouldn't that be just the
same?" she asked. "Well yes, and no. My fantasy is for you
to sit on me, and squash me like I'm just a seat cushion.
I want to feel all your weight on my chest and stomache."
I was about to continue my thought, but she interrupted.
"Well then if you want to feel all my weight on your chest
and stomache I should stand on them then. That'll put every
pound of me on you for sure." This was becoming frustating
for me. I thought I had her, but now she shows a stubborne
side. Bloody marvelous. "No sweetheart, that would be too
much for me, but I like the idea." I smiled. "You're sure
you want me to sit on you?" she asked. "Yes please!!!"
"Alright, I will, but if I go to all this trouble and you
tap out as soon as I sit on you, you're in trouble."
With that said I became excited, as her saying it, something
clicked in my brain arousing me. Did she just say that?
I think she may have caught on to the fantasy, or was she
being serious. Would she be mad if I tapped out? It was too
late to ask questions, as she was just about to sit on me.
She guided her ass to it's target very quickly.

I was enveloped in the most wonderful softness from my
chin down past my hard penis. Her weight quickly began
to put a sever strain on me. I was the first few seconds
without an ability to breathe, as the air was forced out
of me with a rush. I felt my chest suddenly shocked with
tremendous presure that was quite painful and pleasing
at the same time. However I realized that the pain would
soon be overwhelming the pleasure, as my body was being
extemely flattened under her, even though I had the mattress
to help me. In a few seconds I noticed I was breathing. It
just didn't feel as though I was, getting only sparatic
and short gasps of air between grunts. "Hows this? Is this
what you wanted?" she asked sarcasticlly, knowing that I
was hardly breathing and wouldn't likely be able to answer
verbally. It had been no longer than 1 minute, or 1.5 at
most and I was seriously thinking of tapping her thigh, but
then I noticed I had let her sit on me while both my arms
were at my sides, and now they were pinned under her thighs
and overlap of her ass. I was completely trapped and not
able to let her know I needed her to get up. Her weight
seemed to increase with each passing second, crushing me
more and more. I was struck with a coughing fit, though
unable to take in enough air it was turning into a choking
fit as I couldn't cough fully. "Are you supposed to change
color like that when I sit on you?" she said now sadisticly.
She had a good giggle with that one. Once another minute or
so past she got up. "See I told you it wasn't a good idea.
That'll teach you a lesson." she scolded. I was hit with a
rush of cold air it felt both on the outside of my body
where she had sat, and inside my lungs as they rapidly filled with air, making me cough heavily bewteen breaths.
My body felt like a sponge slowly expanding back to it's
original shape. "Now I'm hungry. Take me out to eat." she
commanded.