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Great beginning, Spc. Nice to see you writing once again.

The dress didnââ,¬â,,¢t hamper me much longer however, cause Julie charged me with her shoulders and drove me into the mat under us. I didnââ,¬â,,¢t notice till after she positioned herself on top on me, sitting on my tummy trying to pin my arms over my head on the floor. My short dress had ridden all the way up to my mid-chest. I was able to hear Sammy and Joan let out a slight giggle at the sight of my panties. I donââ,¬â,,¢t know whether it was the embarrassment of being de-pants in front of the other girls or what, but I let out this burst of strength that pushed the tiny girl off me and on to her back. Trying to make the most of my surge of energy, I flopped onto of Julie, using my body weight to hold her down flat on the mat, the best I could.

ââ,¬Å"You go girl!ââ,¬Â Joan exclaimed, while clapping her hands. When I turned to look at Joan, I saw Sammy standing next to her with an approving look on her face. But it was a mistake on my part to take my attention of my opponent.

ââ,¬Å"Ok, bitch, now Iââ,¬â,,¢m mad!ââ,¬Â I heard Julie say. Then she wiggled her legs free from under me and wrapped them around my chest. She started to really apply pressure and I could feel my air supply getting short. For such a little girl, Julie really had powerful thighs. I was getting weaker, and Julie started pushing forward on my arms, I wasnââ,¬â,,¢t able to hold her down at all anymore. Then I felt my whole body twist, and suddenly I was lying on my side, with Julie still squeezing me tight around my waist with her powerful thighs. I let go of Julieââ,¬â,,¢s arms and tried to use my hands to loosen up her grip on me.

ââ,¬Å"Come on girl, you can do it!ââ,¬Â Sammy shouted.

ââ,¬Å"Squeeze her tight, Julie!ââ,¬Â Krissy said. She was clapping along, till Sammy turned and gave her a look I couldnââ,¬â,,¢t make out. Whatever it was, it scared her enough to stop clapping and just stand quietly.

I was just started to loosen Julieââ,¬â,,¢s legs around my waist, when she reached forward and grabbed my arms from her legs. Her grip was so strong on my wrists. She was really squeezing me too tightly. I was feeling sleepy and realized that if she kept on me, I was going to pass out. So I did the only thing I could think of, I gave.

ââ,¬Å"Okââ,¬Â¦ok! I give up. Leg go, you win!ââ,¬Â

With a bark of a laugh, Julie let me go, and slid away. Sammy and Joan came up to me and helped me back to my feet.

ââ,¬Å"Itââ,¬â,,¢s ok, girl. You did good for your first time.ââ,¬Â Joan said.

ââ,¬Å"Just catch your breathe. Youââ,¬â,,¢ll be fine.ââ,¬Â Sammy followed up.

ââ,¬Å"Ok, whereââ,¬â,,¢s my money! We agreed, a 100 bucks if I beat her, and I whipped her ass!ââ,¬Â The tiny Julie said, grinning.

I could feel Sammy getting mad next to me. Her breath getting slower and louder. I knew she was cooking something up for the skinny victor.

ââ,¬Å"Well, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll tell you want, little girl. Iââ,¬â,,¢ll triple that if you can beat me.ââ,¬Â Sammy challenged.

ââ,¬Å"Triple? You might want to rethink that. I might be smaller than Krissy, but you saw how good I am.ââ,¬Â Julie answered back.

ââ,¬Å"I donââ,¬â,,¢t know, Julie. Maybe we should just leave while weââ,¬â,,¢re ahead.ââ,¬Â

ââ,¬Å"Oh come on, you say your such a tough little cookie, why not prove it? The money should be worth it alone.ââ,¬Â Joan responded.

The whole time I was standing there, slightly bend over trying to catch my breath. As I was watching the ââ,¬Å"negotiationsââ,¬Â I couldnââ,¬â,,¢t help but think about how well Sammy could flatten the uppity Julie with her massive frame.

ââ,¬Å"Ok, you got it tubby. Iââ,¬â,,¢ll take you for your money.ââ,¬Â Julie said, stepping back on to the mat.

Sammy turned towards me and said in a voice only I could hear, ââ,¬Å"Now watch, girl. Your going to see what just what a big girl can do.ââ,¬Â And with a quick wink, she was off towards the mat.

Both the women started down each other for a good minute, without moving. Then Julie charged right for Sammy, her arms out in front of her like a bullââ,¬â,,¢s horns. Sammy let out a quick laugh, and hopped forward catching the tiny girl off guard. She wasnââ,¬â,,¢t prepared for the fat girls move, and she smacked right into her huge belly, having almost no effect on Sammy. But the smaller girl was still on her feet, and she tried to counter with a reaching slap to Sammyââ,¬â,,¢s face. With a quickness I couldnââ,¬â,,¢t imagine a woman as big as Sammy having, she grabbed Julieââ,¬â,,¢s arm in the air. Then Julie reached back and tried to slap Sammy with the other arm, only having the same thing happen. Sammy stood there holding the tiny girls arms, then lifted her right into the air. I was shocked, along with Joan and Krissy to see just how small Julie looked next to Sammy. Julie tried to kick the huge woman, but her feet where having no effect on Sammyââ,¬â,,¢s massive thighs. Then, in a show of incredible power, Sammy started walking right off the mat, while holding the skinny girl up in the air.

ââ,¬Å"Hey, what the hell are you doing?ââ,¬Â Krissy exclaimed.

ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢d keep your mouth shut if you knew what was good for you,ââ,¬Â said Joan in a very threatening manner.

Now Julie was really trying wiggle herself free from Sammyââ,¬â,,¢s grip, but to no avail. Sammy had walked all the way to the far wall in front of her, and then charged the last few feet, slamming Julie against the wall. I was stunned, watching Sammy use her gigantic belly to smash the tiny girl into the wall. Julie was letting out these grunts and groans and Sammy just started giggling.

ââ,¬Å"You should have listened to your blond friend and quit while you were ahead.ââ,¬Â Sammy said, leaning more of her fat body into Julie.

The three of us just stood there watching the totally squashing of Julie, by Sammy. After what seemed like an eternity, Sammy backed away and let go of Julie. The small woman crashed right to the floor. Sammy turned back towards us and said, ââ,¬Å"See what power comes from a little extra padding?ââ,¬Â while she patted her 400+ pound body.

ââ,¬Å"Ok, time to finish this match, along with this victim.ââ,¬Â And with that, Sammy reached down and grabbed Julie by the waist. Julie was putting up no fight, having been completely spent from her previous squashing. Holding her under her arms, Sammy waddled over to a weight bench and laid Julie flat on her back. Then, we watched as Sammy lifted her right leg, and put it over the bench and Julie, so that she was now standing straddling the much smaller girl. Then Sammy reached into the band of her pants, and pulled her fantastic belly over the waistband of the pants, letting her flab hang down. It really was the fattest belly I had ever seen. After that, looking satisfied, Sammy began to lower herself down on Julie.

ââ,¬Å"No, no please, you winââ,¬Â¦Ã¢â,¬Â Was all Julie could get out before Sammy dropped herself the rest of the way down onto her. Sammyââ,¬â,,¢s collision with Julieââ,¬â,,¢s now flattened body was massive. It let out a huge BOOM, which came from the metal frame of the weight bench getting hit with such a heavy weight so suddenly. Julie also let out a large gasp, which was all the air in her body being rushed out of her.

We all ran up to the bench to get a closer look. It was truly an amazing display of power and control. I could sense that Krissy wanted to yell something out, but didnââ,¬â,,¢t for fear of what Joan said to her earlier. Sammy had just about totally covered Julie with flab. Her belly laid out over Julieââ,¬â,,¢s tiny chest, up to her lips, with her monumental ass covering Julie as far down as her knees. Julie looked red as a tomato, and was gasping for breath.

ââ,¬Å"Yea, Iââ,¬â,,¢d say she gives.ââ,¬Â Joan said with a laugh.

ââ,¬Å"Ya think?ââ,¬Â Sammy replied, giving the girl, a tiny bounce.

ââ,¬Å"Uggghh,ââ,¬Â was all Julie could get out.

ââ,¬Å"Ok, I think sheââ,¬â,,¢s had enough.ââ,¬Â I said.

ââ,¬Å"I agree. And Iââ,¬â,,¢ll get up as soon as you answer this question.ââ,¬Â Sammy said. ââ,¬Å"What do you think of all this?ââ,¬Â

I thought for a moment, and replied, ââ,¬Å"I love it! Itââ,¬â,,¢s amazing!ââ,¬Â

ââ,¬Å"Good answer. Pretty soon, youââ,¬â,,¢ll be able to do this,ââ,¬Â Sammy ended with another bounce on Julieââ,¬â,,¢s crushed body. Then she stood up, and lifted her leg up and over the girls body once again.

Joan pulled out two hundred dollar bills, and pressed then into Krissyââ,¬â,,¢s hands. ââ,¬Å"If you girls ever want to make some more money, you know where we are. Now help your friend out home.ââ,¬Â

Krissy stuffed the money into her pants, then helps Julie to her feet. Julie was still speechless, and could barley stand. With her arm around Krissyââ,¬â,,¢s shoulders, they both walked out of the gym.

To be continued.

Hey everyone. This is the first part of a new story by Fez4 and myself. It's going to be "epic". Hope you all enjoy.

It was another boring night at home, nothing on the
TV, and all my friends were busy with work, or their
boyfriends. I usually would never think about going to
a bar alone, but I was getting a little stir crazy in
my little apartment, so off I went. I tried to make
myself up as best I as I could beforehand though. Took
extra special care with my make-up, and even pulled
out my favorite outfit. A little mid-thigh high
backless dress, that really showed off my curves. It
had been while since I wore it, and I was surprised to
find that it barely fit me anymore. I must have put on
twenty pounds since the last time I wore it. I was
thinking of wearing something else for the night, till
I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. I
really looked amazing. The dress had a ââ,¬Å"painted onââ,¬Â
look that really added to its sex appeal. And I was
shocked to find myself thinking about how good I
looked with my bigger curves. For fifteen minutes I
rubbed my hands up and down my belly and legs. I found
myself entertaining the idea of getting even bigger,
the idea of fresh new fatness getting my turned on. It
was like an awakening for me. I decided then and there
that I needed to gain more weight, how much more I
didnââ,¬â,,¢t know, just more. And with that, I threw a sexy
smile at myself in the mirror and headed out the door.

ââ,¬Å"The Chickââ,¬â,,¢s Pickââ,¬Â was a little bar that opened up
about a year ago in my neighborhood. It was suppose to
be a place for women to go and just hang out, enjoying
their drinks without having to deal with some jerk
throwing bad pick up lines at them. I drove there and
walked it for the first time. It was quite a set up.
ââ,¬ËœI should have done this sooner,ââ,¬Â I thought to myself.
It was perfectly lit, not too dark and not too ââ,¬Å"in
your faceââ,¬Â bright. The wall paper was something of a
subtle darkish red, which swirled around, very modern
art like around the entire place. There were about a
dozen tables full of woman talking and laughing, not
an empty seat at one. So I had to make my way over to
the bar, were I sat down in the middle of two very
different women. One was really huge; she had to be in
the 400-500lbs range. She was actually taking up two
stools, one not being anything near enough for her
massive behind. She really was breathtaking. And
despite her incredibly weight, she was wearing spandex
stretch black pants that ended into a pair of very
high black boots, and a much too small red blouse. The
blouse did nothing to hide her giant breasts that
formed the largest cleavage I had ever seen. And the
woman on my left was an almost total opposite of the
massive mama to my right. The woman on the left looked
like she had been working out since she was 10!
Wearing a pair of spandex and blouse very similar to
the fat woman, it showed off a very different body,
one of muscles upon muscles. He biceps looks bigger
than what I had seen on most men.

As I took my seat between these amazing women I felt
almost dwarfed by their physical beings. The bartender
came around and asked me for my order, and I stuttered
out, ââ,¬Å"IIIââ,¬â,,¢ll hhhave a Manhattan.ââ,¬Â The barmaid gave me
a look then went to work on my drink. I was still
getting used to being in the middle of the women when
I heard the fat woman say, ââ,¬Å"Hello there!ââ,¬Â

I turned to my right to see her smiling down at me. At
first I thought she had to have been seven feet tall,
but then realized that it was her colossal butt that
had her sitting so high. I could have been sitting eye
to eye with her if I had four phone books under me.

ââ,¬Å"Umââ,¬Â¦hi.ââ,¬Â I answered back sheepishly.

ââ,¬Å"Whatââ,¬â,,¢s the matter? You act like you saw a ghost or
something,ââ,¬Â the huge woman said, sneaking a quick grin
over to the muscular woman. Ã, 

ââ,¬Å"No, itââ,¬â,,¢s just that Iââ,¬â,,¢ve never seen someone soââ,¬Â¦I mean
Iââ,¬â,,¢m not used toââ,¬Â¦Ã¢â,¬Â

ââ,¬Å"Being next to someone so fat?ââ,¬Â The huge woman asked,
breaking out in to a laugh.

ââ,¬Å"No! No, itââ,¬â,,¢s not that itââ,¬â,,¢sââ,¬Â¦um well I, I guess it is.ââ,¬Â
I said.

ââ,¬Å"Believe me girl, its ok. Most people canââ,¬â,,¢t get a
handle of how big I am at first. No problem at all. My
names Samantha by the way, and my friend sitting next
to you is Joan.ââ,¬Â

ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢m Sarah. Nice to meet you two,ââ,¬Â amazingly I found
myself loosening up.

Just then the barmaid dropped a napkin in front of me,
and placed down me drink. ââ,¬Å"Enjoy,ââ,¬Â she said and then
she was off to the other side of the bar.

ââ,¬Å"A Manhattan, huh? I used to love that drink. But now,
itââ,¬â,,¢s just vodka for me. Straight up,ââ,¬Â Joan said.

ââ,¬Å"I donââ,¬â,,¢t drink much, and when I do itââ,¬â,,¢s usually just a
beer. But I figured I hadnââ,¬â,,¢t been in here before, so I
should try something new with a new place.ââ,¬Â I said.

ââ,¬Å"I like the way you think,ââ,¬Â Samantha said. ââ,¬Å"So this is
your first time in here, huh? Itââ,¬â,,¢s a great place. Iââ,¬â,,¢ve
been coming here since they opened. I and Joan first
started talking to each other in here a few months
back. Been good friends ever since.ââ,¬Â Samantha ended
with a wink at Joan. I felt like putting a little
smile on your face on hearing this while taking my
first sip of my Manhattan. Joan then commented "No
second rate stuff, huh?" to which I did agreed on.

After a couple of hours of chit-chat, Joan asked, "So,
what have you been up to lately?" while she took
another sip of her vodka.

"I've been considering of taking martial arts classes
or something, like for self-defense and so. But then
on the other hand it collides with my newfound desire
to gain..." I couldn't finish my sentence since I
figured that I was getting into telling about more
intimate stuff about me and telling about your desire
to gain weight in the first conversation with, which I
probably can consider newfound friends Ã, is also
something one doesn't do. However, it was too late as
Samantha gave a slightly interested look and said
"Gain weight?"

I don't remember if I have ever felt this embarrassed
and nervous before. Sure, the ice between me and these
two has already been broken but still. I tried to say
something as if not to make neither of them think I'm
a weirdo, however what Samantha would say next made
that go away. "Don't feel embarrassed at all, dear.
Itââ,¬â,,¢s your own body, so you do whatever you want with
it. Be honest with me when I ask this but... do you
like your body with some meat on it? Like have you
felt it up?" And just what was I doing before heading
for this bar? I could clearly remember how I thought
about my body and so on. No way could I say that I
disliked it at this point... I couldn't resist looking
down on my plush body and running my hand on it...
then I stopped it as I recalled that I was still in
the bar, in a public space and blushed so much.

However, one could see from Samantha's smiling face
that I wouldn't have to answer that question, not with
what I just did. Ã, Suddenly, I felt a little squeeze on
my belly and it turns out that Joan has apparently
taken a couple of shots too much, though not
completely wasted, as she retreats her hand and
apologizes. Then she asks "But you think it would
hamper any plans for getting strong and martial art
training of any kind?"

"Well... I dunno... I just haven't seen too many fat
girls fighting, except when I watched a little bit of
a wrestling tape at a friendââ,¬â,,¢s house, but that's
pretty much it." I tried stating that why I had a
little doubt on it, but it was apparent that these two
were about to tell me something, so I remained quiet
to hear what they had in mind for me...

"Well, there are other ways of taking care of yourself
in a fight..." Sam said to me, with me saying "What do
you mean?"

"I've got a huge body here, even if I say so myself...
don't I Joan?"

"Yes you do." she answered.

Sammy continued, "See? Do you think I wouldn't use it
somehow in a fight?" I shook my head, while not even
having a guess about what was to come. So I said,
jokingly "Okay... how do you use your body then?
Squash them?"

However, her answer surprised me "Yes." and she wasn't
lying. "E... Excuse me?" I said, not knowing what else
to say. "Yes, I squash them. At least I like to do
that, as well as overpowering them, but if possible or
if itââ,¬â,,¢s that type of a match, I overpower them in
order to put them in proper position for squashing."

"A match? Youââ,¬â,,¢re a wrestler of sorts?"

"Sort of yeah, but we can get back to that later. You
probably figured out by now that our occupations have
got more than a bit to do with, sort of like wrestling
and such." Samantha continued while taking another sip
of her drink while Joan did the same thing, I had lost
count on how many Joan had in her, but it was more
than enough to make a girl, even one as powerfully
built as her, quite tipsy.

Samantha continued, "What I really love doing is
feeling my hapless victim squirm under my mighty body,
while smashing them up even more by bouncing on them
or adding pressure. Donââ,¬â,,¢t look so shocked. Itââ,¬â,,¢s an
amazing feeling, making someone smaller and weaker
than you, your cushion. I have done it on various
types of people, and they all have some good points,
although I prefer thin women most of all. They're the
most petite and smallest ones (at least in most cases)
but they put such a nice amount of fight, and mostly
itââ,¬â,,¢s pretty much futile anywaysââ,¬Â¦Ã¢â,¬Â

I continued listening to her talking about this whole
"squashing" thing, along with many others. I learned
that Sammy was the founder and owner of a sort of a
company that makes various kinds of video's involving
wrestling and fighting, as well as some other things,
like photo shooting and such... and Joan was one of
those fighters/employees. This whole thing had me very
interested, not helping but thinking of how it would
feel to do that myself, especially if I did decide to
gain weight... How much though? I wasn't completely
sure, but that wasn't important at the moment as Joan
finally asked me, "Sarah... how would you feel like
having that power, to squash and dominate, especially
smaller girls like those over there?" as she pointed
at some slim girls at a table in the bar.

That was probably the one phrase that helped me make a
decision. "Ye... Yes. I would love to.ââ,¬Â

This made both Samantha and Joan grin. Sammy asked
"Wanna give it a shot?"

"Huh? Like howââ,¬Â¦whenââ,¬Â¦?"

"By going to a certain place after we're done with our
shots, silly. Hehehee." And that we did. Joan seems to
have a weird sense of humor, I noted to myself. As I
was finishing my drink along with them, I couldn't
help but notice that Samantha was eyeing for something
in the bar, as if searching for someone.

Later, we were heading out of the bar, and walking in
the late evening. It was getting dark, though it was
still warm, one of the benefits of living in this
area.

Finally, we reached our destination, a gym near
closing time, though Sammy told me that it was no
problem. Was she either an owner of this gym as well
or what? It didn't matter at the moment, as long as we
would get to what we came here for.

There weren't too many people left in the gym, and
most of them were girls. Joan departed us for a while,
to take care of 'arrangements'. Ã, Samantha on the other
hand led me to the ââ,¬Å"prepping areaââ,¬Â knowing that this
will most likely be the place for my first "tryout" or
whatever one would call it. "Say... you wouldn't
happen to have anything else than that dress on, would
you?" Sammy asked me, with me realizing her point,
since this tight dress isn't what one would wear for
battle. "Nah, don't worry. This is just a tryout, so
take it easy. Though I'm not saying you should slack
it off either and... Joan, is that you?"

Samantha's observation was correct as Joan came with
two slim built women, one of them a tallish blonde
girl who has done some workout and the other one was a
shorter brunette with her build not as much toned as
the blonde girls, but she probably just started out in
the gym anyways. Both were wearing tight workout
outfits. As they got closer I could make out their
eyes widening as they took in the elephantine
Samantha.

ââ,¬Å"Damn, sheââ,¬â,,¢s huge,ââ,¬Â the blonde one said.

ââ,¬Å"I am, arenââ,¬â,,¢t I?ââ,¬Â Answered back Sammy, as she laid her
hands on her massive belly.

ââ,¬Å"Sheââ,¬â,,¢s not the one I have to wrestle is it?ââ,¬Â The
smaller brunette asked.

"You got some vict... whoops I mean opponents for us
already? That's one good thing about you, being able
to get something so quickly." Sammy said to Joan.

ââ,¬Å"No, no, youââ,¬â,,¢ll be wrestling Sarah,ââ,¬Â Joan answered
back while pointing to me. Then turning her finger
towards Sammy, she said, ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢re the one taking on
Samantha,ââ,¬Â to the tall blond.

After a few quick introductions, I found out that my
ââ,¬Å"opponentââ,¬Â was named, Julie. And the tall blonde was
named Krissy. Krissy didnââ,¬â,,¢t seem as worried as Iââ,¬â,,¢d
imagine someone going up against a big mama like Sammy
would be. The whole time she kept on this determined
face. It made me think twice about her chances.

The two girls were waiting to get started on it. I
was looking at them, knowing that both of them were in
good shape where as I haven't done too much workout
recently. However, I remember when I was told about
having fat being almost as good as lifting weights all
the time in a way. Ã, I would be told what that would
mean later on exactly.

Then, Joan yelled "Allright then, lets get this
started! First match is between Samantha and Krissy,
so everybody else clear the area!" And so we did,
leaving Sammy and Krissy in the middle of the area.
Joan continued on saying "And Krissy, If you can beat
her, you get 100 bucks! And I mean IF, hehehee."
Krissy gave her a look, saying "Oh come on, I can take
her on, I've done too much excercising and all to lose
to a big fatso like her!" She meant to intimitate her
opponent or show her confidence, though all it did was
making both Joan and Samantha grin. Then Joan yelled
"Begin!" and Krissy took a stance and closed on Sammy,
keeping her feet busy while waiting for the first
move. When that didn't come, with Samantha moving
slowly towards her smaller opponent with a confident
smile, Krissy got impatient and launched her assault
by ramming her shoulder on Samantha's belly. However,
she was a bit too slow as Sammy managed to go and bump
her huge belly against Krissy so that it actually made
her almost go flying as she bounced back a few steps.

That took her by surprise, but she wasn't ready to
give up yet. She attacked again and this time she
ended up with her hands locked in with Sammy's hands,
as if into a test of strenght. She almost lasted a few
seconds, until Sammy easily overpowered her, forcing
her hands down until she let go... just that she could
take Krissy in a bearhug. Krissy let out quite a few
yelps as Sammy squeezed on her, draining her strenght
away slowly but surely. Krissy did struggle her best
and even tried to pry herself off of Sammy, pushing
against her huge flabby body... all without avail. Her
head was actually almost pushed between Sammy's huge
knockers, making breathing difficult.

Soon, Krissy was wearing out, until Sammy let her go
free. "You may take one more shot, then..." Samantha
said with a grin and a chuckle as she gave a sign for
her to come at her. By now Krissy was getting second
thoughts of this, though those were soon cast aside as
she was determined to try and at least land a blow or
two on that behemoth of a woman. So she then moved
incredibly quickly behind Sammy and put her arms
around her waist. This wasn't too well thought out, as
she could barely get her hands connect if at all and
second, Sammy put her leg behind Krissy's and bumped
her with her butt, making the slim blonde fall down.
As Krissy was clearing her head, she could see that
big behind landing on her...

This was the point where it became completely
one-sided as Sammy sat on the blonde, her butt
engulfing the exercisers trim body. Yelps and groans
were heard as Samantha rubbed her butt on Krissy,
moving it so that it was on her chest. Then moved on
until all one could see was Krissy's half visible
head. She was struggling with all her strenght, but it
was of little use. Her mouth and nose were facing
Sammy's buttcrack, making me of thinking of what it
would feel like for that poor girl being there...
although not as much as imagining myself doing that on
someone. Julie, who was next to me, was quite fearful,
though apparently glad that she wasn't at least facing
that humongous woman. Sammy made a taunt at her
opponent, if you could call Krissy an opponent at this
point, with all that grinding with butt and thighs:

"So? You still think you can take me down, little
girl? Or are you ready to give up... ooh I can feel
your struggles... it feels so nice... so futile..."
She stopped talking as she heard the blonde woman
saying something, but can't hear it out. "What's that,
sweetie? I can't hear you" Sammy said with a giggle as
she raised her butt, just enough though that Krissy
could say whatever she had to say clearly:

"I give up! Please get off of me!" She yelled out. "So
soon? And to think this comes from the so confident
girl who thinks to have done too much exercise to
lose against what? What was it you called me?" Shouted Sammy.

Krissy was as fearful as ever, and didnââ,¬â,,¢t want to say something to get the huge woman on top of her even more pissed. So she just kept her mouth tightly shut. Which wasnââ,¬â,,¢t hard to do, seeing how Sammyââ,¬â,,¢s huge crushing weight made it almost impossible to talk anyway.

That was something I'd never forget. Despite it being
rather short a match, it showed me more than a
thousand words. That power she had on that girl... Ã, 

I started my match with Julie, who was rather
intimitated by what she saw happening to her friend,
although the fact that you weren't as big as Sammy
helped her a bit to gather courage. I could feel
though that a dress isn't indeed the best choice for a
fight. It became apparent I locked on with Julie with
hand to hand like Sammy and Krissy. I could feel the
difference between our weights, but she could move
better with her attire. I slowly started pushing her
off, though she was putting on quite a fight.
Actually, I accidentally took a bad stance or two
because of the tight dress.

OK y'all, I promised to relate my next trip to that gal's house so here goes.
The girl's name was Susan and her mom was Ms P to me. Anyway, I went back to her
house again a few days later in hopes her mom and Susan would be there. Susan
was but her mom was at the store or somewhere. Susan had asked me when I came in
if I came by for another suffering session and laughed. I did as well but
secretly I was hoping that she would do it! I went in and sat on the couch and
Susan sat next to me. She told me her and her mom had talked about what she did
to me last time I was there and her mom said she wished she could have seen her
standing on top of me like she did. I told Susan that if I was still there when
she got back, I would lay down and let her watch if that's what she wanted.
Susan jumped for joy I think and I wondered wow, is this girl something like my
dream girl and loves to sit and stand on guys? It didnt take long for my answer
as she invited me to the floor next to her TV. I lay down quickly and told her
go for it as she walked over to me. She had flip flops on and took them off as
she stepped up onto my stomach. Finally she was all the way up on top of me and
said she just could not believe she was standing on me with all her weight. I
lay there and she looked down at me and said her mom told her that secretly, she
would have loved to stay sitting on me longer if I could have handled it and she
wanted to know if I really could handle her stepping on me as heavy as she was.
Just about then, she got down and said mom's here! I started to get up but Susan
just placed her foot on my chest and pushed me back down. She said you just stay
right there and if you move again, I will put my foot right on your face! Now, I
was getting a bit nervous with that comment and I started to move a little.
Susan said ok, you asked for it and then put her smelly foot right on my face. I
grabbed her foot and she said ok, I see what I gotta do now. Her mom came in and
saw her just in time as Susan stepped on top of my stomach again and this time
put her foot back on my face and I almost swore she was gong to step on my face.
She then looked down at me and asked if I was going to be still now and I nodded
my head yes. She lifted her foot off my face and then stepped back down off of
me and looked at her mom. I lay there trying to catch my breath as Susan and her
mom were talking. I could not make out what they were saying but I heard Ms P
ask me if I thought I was ready for the BIG girl to do me in. I kind of laughed
and said sure but got nervous as she walked toward me. She asked me if I
remembered what she said she weighed and I said yes,you said 295 lbs. She nodded
and told me well, I guess you would like to see what this feels like on your
little tummy huh? She pointed at her size 12 foot (yes, I said size 12!!) and
placed it heavily on my tummy. I didnt have time to answer cause Susan was
standing there saying go on mom, he took me for like 3 minutes straight the
other day so I know he can surely handle you for at least 30 seconds! She was
still a little leery of stepping on me with all her weight but I assured her if
she hurt me, I would stop her and finally she agreed hesitantly. I lay there
and watched her starting to add pressure more and more on my tummy. Here I was
at 13 and having the heaviest woman I have ever seen getting ready to step on
top of my stomach full weight! I was in heaven as she kept pushing down getting
heavier and heavier with each push on her huge foot. She stopped to ask if I was
ok about 3 or 4 times and finally told me she had more than half of her weight
on me then. She asked if I wanted her to go on and I told her, let me take a
breath and you can go all the way up. She was amazed that I had as much of her
as I did on my tummy but now I wanted her to step all the way on top of me. She
said ok, I will step all the way up on top of you and then get back off quickly.
I said NO, wait until I tap your foot to get down. Just trust me. With that, she
agreed and finally stepped all the way up on top of my tummy with all her weight
on one foot. I could not believe the intense pressure that was on my tummy and
was being crushed so much that I could not breathe or even mutter a sound. I had
to give up quickly as I tapped her foot with in about 15 seconds. She got off of
me fast and asked if I was ok. I assured her I was and that this was the first
time I have ever been so totally squashed by anyone!! I then saw a gleam in Ms
P's eye as she said oh is that right now? All I could think of was that I had
just said the wrong thing. She looked down at me and put her foot back on my
tummy again and told me to get ready for her. She asked me, are you set? I
nodded and she went all the way up on top of me and placed her feet together on
my tummy totally standing on me with all her weight. She looked down at me and
said so how does it feel having an almost 300 pound woman to stand on you now?
My face was as red as a fire truck and she got down again. I stuttered out loud
that it felt fantastic and that I did not mean what I said before in a bad way
by any means. She just smiled and told me well, I will squash you again and
again as long as you can handle me doing this! Then I may just put you on the
couch and sit on you for a while.
Ms P stood full weight on me another 4 or 5 times I think and then helped me up
off the floor.
Hope y'all enjoyed this ending story. More will come at another time.

This was written by theballadier852

Hi y'all!! Thought I would tell another story of my early years again. I was
about 13 I think and knew a girl from school who was a bit chunky at about 175
lbs and was always picked on. I went to her house one night for a homework
assignment I forgot and we got to talking. She told me she wished she could get
back at some of the ones who always picked at her. The more we talked the more I
found out she had secret desires of just sitting on someone until they could not
take her any more and begged for her to get off and then she said she would
really squash them by standing on them. Well, I was in heaven and told her I
would love to be the one she chose to squash like that if she wanted to really
do it. She told me I didnt know what I was in for and had better think about
that and I immediately went to the floor. She just looked down at me and asked
if I was sure and of course I said yes!! She walked over to me and stepped over
me and started to sit down. She sat in a SGP at first and I told her to go ahead
and stretch her legs out when they ached right over my shoulders. She did and
when she did, I thought to myself oh my god!!!! The added weight she already had
on me just blew me away! She looked at me and said, "If I had them here like
this, I would start bouncing up and down like this!" With that, she started
bouncing herself up and down full weight on my stomach and with each time she
came down, it just squashed more air out of me! I finally had to ask her to stop
and that is when she got up and looked down at me and said now, ya want me to
step on ya too? I told her if that is what she would do to the mean ones, sure!
She then picked her foot up and put it on my stomach while she was facing me.
She then said ok, try this and she stepped up on top of me and placed her other
foot right next to her other one. I had never had anyone stand on me like this
facing my head! I was so squashed I could not even talk! I have never been so
squashed as this girl was doing to me. She looked down and said my face was
getting real red and asked if I was hurting. I could only shake my head no and
she smiled at me and turned sideways standing on my stomach like most other
girls had done. She told me to let her know when I had enough and with that, I
had to tap her on the leg to get down. After she had gotten down and helped me
up to the couch, she told me to stretch out on it as she was getting a coke to
drink. She came back in and her mom asked what was going on. She told her that I
had just let her get her frustrations out on me for all the meanies at school.
Her mom just looked and said how? With that, this girl walked over and just sat
down on my stomach again. Her mom looked at me and asked if I was ok with that
and I said yes, I am fine. She told me she could not believe I was letting her
daughter sit on me like that and I told her, no problem. I was happy to let her
do it. Thats when she told her mom to have a seat on my stomach and see for
herself. She got up and the mom told me, I am a lot bigger than my daughter and
if I sat on you, I would crush you. Thats when my head went to racing and I told
her to go for it and even dared her to sit down. The mom told me ok Mr. Smarty
you asked for it and then sat straight down on my stomach sideways just as her
daugter had just been. I felt the weight come down hard on me and it just kept
coming down squashing me more and more till I had to beg for her to get up. She
just looked at me laughing and said I told you I would crush you! I weigh around
295 lbs you know! Here I was at 13 years old wih a 295 lb woman sitting on my
belly and I was being so squashed I couldnt breathe.
When she got up, she helped me up to a sitting position and her daughter had
told her she was standing on top of me for almost 3 minutes straight and she
said I bet he could hold you up there for a good minute! I had to back out of
the challenge at that time but told her I would love to try it sometime if her
mom had the nerve to try it. She just smiled and told me we shall see some other
time then.
I will relate that story in a few days. Hope ya enjoyed this one.

Pushing his pants down, she saw him spring up to life. She squeezed it firmly and began moving her hand up and down, fairly vigorously. It didn't take him long to cum, squirting out his juices over her fingers. She continued stroking him firmly, up and down all the way, feeling him struggle. His entire upper body was crushed under her and he was unable to escape, despite kicking and thrashing his legs around, she continued. She knew he was desperate for her to stop. She tucked her feet under his head, lifting his face once again to be pressed deeper into her sweaty crack, as she relentlessly continued her stroking motion up and down, up and down, for several minutes. Occasionally some juice would squeeze out, coating and further lubricating her motion. With her other hand she happily squeezed his testicles tightly, making crushing motions as she balled her fist around them easily. He wasn't softening so she continued relentlessly, ignoring his thrashing, with his face crushed underneath her. When she lifted up to give him air his gasps were interspersed with groans and attempts at begging that were quickly and effortlessly halted by her oily flesh.

After about 10 minutes she decided he'd had enough. She wanted to sit down and relax anyway. She stood up over his body, exhausted, crushed and depleted of energy. He was desperate to move, to get up, to escape, but his bones and muscles failed to respond. He couldn't even turn onto his side. She sniggered and picked him up with both arms, dragging him along the floor and placing him in front of a big soft armchair. She positioned his head in approximately the middle of the cushion and looked back down at his face. He had a terrified expression, but wasn't moving or trying to escape. Was he resigned to it or was he transfixed in fear? Maybe he still just didnt have the energy.

She sat down slowly, lowering her bottom until she felt the touch of his skin against her buttocks. Then gently she increased the pressure. Her buttocks spread and engulfed his face and then her weight began to press down, pushing his head into the cushion. The pressure increased and her buttocks spread further, as his face was mashed deeply in there. Then the compression began as she sat back, relaxing her weight. Her bottom was pressing into the seat cushion, with his head deep underneath. In moments she was sitting relaxed, stretching her legs out, and allowing her full mass to crush the pointless little man easily under her. She lifted momentarily, and pulled her buttocks wide apart, adjusting herself before sitting down again and leaning back against the back of the chair, exposing his chin. She knew that now, as he could breathe a little, she could relax for a while.

Another by fionabrown

Story: The Repairman
The sitting starts late on...

THE REPAIRMAN

The house was in a bad area, so he made sure to lock the van carefully. He wasn't sure if it was occupied - the upstairs windows were smashed, and those downstairs were boarded up like all the other houses in the street. There was a burnt out car just down the road, and he wasn't sure if this was a wind up call to waste his time. He doubted if who ever lived here could even afford his call out charge to fix the plumbing, whatever the problem was.

It was the right house. There was a woman sitting on the step smoking a cigarette, the front door open behind her. She was big and fat, wearing grey jogging trousers and a dirty looking yellow t-shirt, which did nothing to hide her belly hanging down between her big thighs. She had long blonde hair and a hard face. He guessed she was in her 50s, but in fact her hard life had taken its toll on her looks in just over 40 years.

She didn't pay much attention to him as he came up the path, as if she was used to people coming into her garden. It was a mess, and he could see rubbish strewn about inside as well. "Er, I'm here to fix the plumbing" he ventured at her. "This is number 30, isn't it". She looked up at him, and stubbed out her cigarette, and stood up. He got something of a shock, as she was taller than him. "Aye" she croaked, and turned round, to lead him in. She was as wide as a bus, and she angled her body to fit her huge fat bottom through the narrow front door.

He followed her up the stairs, peering up at that enormous bottom in front of him. "Toilets blocked" she said, pointing at the toilet, and then wandered into one of the rooms. It was quite dim in the house, and not very clean. He had a look at the toilet - it was indeed blocked, by the most enormous shit he had ever seen, massively wide and long. Yuck. It wouldn't take more than a few moments to unblock, he guessed. He checked his bag - he didn't have the right tools with him. Oh well, back to the old fashioned gloves on. She came in at that moment, and stood at the door watching him reach in and squeeze it with his hand, crushing it down into a size manageable by the toilet. It was very firm, and he didn't really like her to watch. "Its always happening" she said at him. "My poos are massive" she added, as if it would help. "Make sure you fix it now." She looked right into his eyes. "Thats it, squash my shit with your hands". She was speaking down to him, like he wasn't worth anything, except managing her waste matter.

While he wrestled with the huge shit, she went downstairs. He heard the door being closed and locked, and locked again. Then a chain, and some other noise, which he assumed to be some very firm security feature. And then more locking. She came back up. "This is a very bad area, I'm very secure. Nowt coming in our out of this house without my saying so" she said ominously. He didn't like it at all.

It wasn't clearing. The waste matter was too firm, the blockage too deep. He would have to come back - which suited him. No, better to try a bit harder and finish it now. She stepped forwards, peering at his work. She was standing too close behind him now, pressing her legs into his back as he leaned forward over the toilet. He stopped and was about to shout at her to step away, when she pushed forwards a little more, crushing him against the toilet with her weight, leaning into him. Her weight was huge, even though she was only slightly leaning her weight against him. "Keep going" she said "and be a good boy". He tried to push back, to get up, but she was leaning against him too strongly - the lip of the toilet was cutting into his chest as she compressed him with her gentle leaning. She stepped forward slightly, now crushing him with her weight. "Fix it now" she commanded. "I want to see you playing with my shit" she added. He couldnt see her grin, it amused her.

He continued to knead it, desperately trying to clear the blockage. She was hurting him. He couldn't budge her with all his strength. She was massive tall and heavy, and he was small and slim. She reached down and pulled off his glasses. "Hey" he moaned, "stop it now". She didn't pay any attention.

She reached down and gripped his head, pulling him back, but still leaning on him and crushing him. She was incredibly strong. "Keep going, dont stop" she commanded, as she squashed his head back into her hanging belly. He felt sick as she used his head to lift her belly out the way - it felt firm and heavy, not as soft as he'd have thought. She wedged him under her hanging flesh, and began to grind her crotch against the back of his head. The smell of her sweat began to mingle with a stronger smell from her crotch, strong enough to fill the bathroom and leave him in no doubt at her excitement. Her flesh resting on his head was squashing him down, and her strong hand kept mashing and grinding him back, to meet her grinding and thrusting hips gyrating forwards against him. She was tremendously strong, but it was her legs crushing his body against the toilet that really hurt and trapped him.

It was enough. He put his hands on the rim, and suddenly with all his strength pushed up hard to escape. But her weight on him was too strong and he realised he really was jammed. She was irritated. "I told you what to do" she said. She leaned her knee hard against him now, using her strength to press harder into him, and at the same time she reached down and pulled his arms back strongly. His struggles were futile, and the more he struggled, the harder she pressed. "I'm a lot stronger than you, little man, and I'm not even trying yet, so go ahead, wear yourself out" she drawled. She began to press downwards against him now, his head still wedged under her flabby stomach with the t-shirt hanging down hiding him from view. She pushed harder still with her legs, and he began to struggle for breath. He knew he'd be black and blue. It was all he could do to say "nooooo" and then she relented, instantly relieving the pressure, as he felt his blood rush back through his body.

He collapsed onto the floor, with no energy to do anything, and his mind full of the ordeal he had just come through. He watched her slip her foot from her flip flop - a huge ugly wide foot. In a moment she was resting it on his face, the gentle pushing crushing him into the floor - he couldn't imagine anything more humiliating. Her massive foot plastered the side of his face onto the hard floor, exerting great pressure despite her only resting it gently in place. He could somehow imagine the weight behind it, the threat extended through the sole of her foot letting him know how weak and vulnerable he was compared to her. He screamed in pain as she then pressed down with her weight against him, shifting some of her weight from the other leg to concentrate a little more weight on his face. "You are mine now" she sneered, pulsing weight down but not coming anywhere near her full weight. Each pulse mashed and crushed him effortlessly on her part.

Then quick as a flash she was off him, standing full height and looking down into his face, as he lay on the floor beside the toilet looking up at her. "Take off those gloves" she commanded, and with some effort he did so, barely having the strength to lift his arms. She stood straight up, to emphasise her height and her weight, and looked into his eyes. Then she leaned down and whispered into his ear "I'm going to spend all night squashing you as flat as a pancake." She looked right into his eyes and slowly said "because I can." She paused for a moment and whispered quietly "and guess what little man - there's not a thing you can do to stop me". She grinned and picked him up effortlessly, showing off her strength and carting him out of the bathroom. In a moment she had dumped him on a grey mattress in the back bedroom. "What are you going to do" his voice creaked out at her.

She knelt down on all fours, her massive belly now hanging down out of her t-shirt, almost right down to the mattress. She slid over him, her belly now pressing onto him instead. She moved right up until her face was over his, and leaned her mouth right down to his ear. "First, this" she whispered quietly, at the same moment as she let herself drop, stretching out her hands and legs so they were no longer supporting her. Her complete weight suddenly landed on him, her incredible firmness pressing him right into the old mattress, crushing the air from him instantly. Her belly compressed his body severely, and his eyes bulged. He couldn't utter a sound or move a muscle. "Is it too much for you?" she whispered, but made no effort to move. "Are you going to be a good boy" she whispered at him, now gyrating around, rearranging his internal organs. His bones were bending back to breaking point, and he was sure an elephant could be no heavier. How did he end up here?

She lifted up off him, and listened to him gasp and wheeze for air. "If you're a good boy, I'll have lots of fun, and bad things wont happen." The words terrified him. "I want to be comfy tonight, and I'm going to spend a lot of time sitting on you. Is that OK?" she asked. He didn't answer. "You're going to be my cushion for me to relax on. You ok with that?" He still didn't say anything, but his eyes grew wide. How could he take her weight? "Hey, you'd better answer me now - thats part of being a good boy!" He wondered if he'd dare say no. He wheezed out a friendly sounding "sure!". "Great. We're going to get along just fine, and your face will make a great cushion for my big... fat.... ass" she said it slowly, grinning right at him. His eyes revealed his terror - sit on his face? No way.

"But first, we have 1 or 2 things to do" she croaked at him. She stood up, and removed her t-shirt, revealing rolls of fat and that massive belly, then her big sagging breasts. A moment later she leaned forwards, as did the rolls of fat and those breasts, as she removed her jogging pants, so he could see her big fat thighs and thick legs. Then down came those big grey panties, which she flicked away quickly before he could see the stains on them. Her crotch was hidden behind her belly. She slowly turned around, showing off herself to him. When she was facing away, she leaned forwards and pulled her buttocks apart, revealing the sweat and oil between those meaty cheeks. She let go and let them slap together with a solid and definite weighty clap. They wobbled for a second, clearly demonstrating their mass and their depth. In a moment she was crouched over his chest, and she gave him his first order.

"Starters. Lick my ass up and down, now." His arms were pinned by her legs. She helpfully leaned back, bringing her sweaty and odorous bottom close to his face. "Get in there now!" she commanded. He lifted his head pressing it forward, until he felt her skin against his cheeks. Her skin was hot and oily, even here. "Now!" she said. He didn't dare disobey. He pressed further. It was too horrible. The oil lubricated her cheeks so that they opened easily to accommodate his face, but their weight and meatiness meant that they pressed together against the sides of his face. He was in deep between those voluminous buttocks, spreading their oil onto him. The smell was strong and nasty. He pulled back. It was a mistake.

She immediately moved back, positioning herself to sit on his face heavily. She leaned back hard, those buttocks spreading to accept his face, and enveloping him to his ears. The compression was unbelievable, he couldn't move a muscle, not open his eyes, and there was no chance of moving his chin to open his mouth. And he was smothered royally, unable to take in anything more than feel her sweat and oil invading his crushed senses. He was utterly encompassed under her massive mass, waving his hands and trying to free his arms, trying to lift himself with his legs to escape. She sat heavily, not budging at all, enjoying her regal position, crushing his face totally. Her arms were crossed and she was losing patience. She felt his panic as he desperately tried to breathe, but she didn't move at all, having 100% control of him, and easily keeping him in place. Once again it was no effort to her to sit here - she could sit all night. It would be easier to crush and kill him that it would be to get up and let him breathe. She'd be just as comfortable sitting here, feeling his face wedged between her buttocks. He had probably thought he was better than her when he arrived, making assumptions about where she lived and who she was. She could see it in his eyes. He didn't know of her past successful life, or her bad luck. It had changed her from an outgoing caring charitable person, and she had piled on weight, becoming an angry frustrated and completely self obsessed being. She leaned some more weight onto his face and ground down a little, crushing him against the floor, the pulverised mattress underneath them no match for her weight.

At the last possible moment she lifted up, listening for that gasp of air, and then quickly pushed down again, relaxing herself before he could have a chance to breathe. And then she did it again, absolutely exhausting him, depleting his energy effortlessly.

She stood up and looked down at him under her, turning around as he gasped. He couldn't see her, his vision was starry, a jumble of colours and sensations. Slowly he came back to life, able to see and breathe normally, but his body crushed, and lacking the ability to move. He tried to lift himself but couldn't. She sat down on his chest and looked down into his face again.

"I told you to be a good boy, didn't I. I havent even punished you yet. That was nothing." She paused and watched him hearing her, struggling under her weight compressing his chest.
"This is how it will be. If you're a good boy, I'm going to sit on your face and crush you" - she grinned at him as she said it "all night. Once you've cleaned me up with your tongue that is. I want you to be thorough with my bottom, my feet, my armpits and everywhere. OK" she said. Without waiting she said "and I might have a few more tasks for you. "

She looked at him and decided it was time for some more air, so she lifted up again and he started his wheezing and gasping. Moments later she was relaxed on his chest again, and continued. "Unless you're very good, I'm going to piss down your throat. Clear?" Then she grinned at him evilly. "And if you're bad, I'll make you suffer." Her tone changed, and she bounced on his chest heavily, crushing him with each sentence. "I'll walk all over you and crush you properly, you hear. You wont like that. You hear? I'll shit in your mouth and you'll eat it ALL. You've seen the size havent you" he winced. "I'll stick my fist up your ass, my whole arm." She flexed her fingers in front of his face, showing off her big hand and thick wrist. She could see the terror in his eyes. "And believe me I wont be gentle for any of it. OK? So whats it to be? Good boy or bad boy". She bounced down, crashing her massive weight down into his chest. He knew when he was beaten.

A moment later she slid forwards, burying his face in her sweaty, hairy and oozing crotch. His nose was easily enveloped and her fat spread over his face, covering his eyes. She leaned forwards gently, her weight pressing down and mashing him deep into the mattress, her belly completely hiding him from her. She ground herself firmly down against his face, the unyielding pressure easily crushing and completely smothering him. She knew she had to lift up to give him air, but she relished the power she could feel within her. She could feel him trying to move his arms out, but they were blocked by her legs and she knelt over him, and his feeble efforts only strengthened her feelings of power and her immense satisfaction. She felt him weakening and realised that she would have to lift up and as she did so, she felt her heat and sweat sticking their skin together, and then unsticking with a "schloop" sound, closely followed by desperate gasps for air.

She was sorry that she had to give him air. It interrupted her satisfying grinding, mashing his face under her. It released the pressure on him which was so easy for her and so compressing and horrible for him. And she loved imposing that pressure, crushing and dominating him, so effortless. She concentrated her weight down as much as she could, enjoying the absorbtion of his face so deeply into her maw, her fat spreading around him.

She squeezed her thighs tight together, feeling his head compress between them. Her meaty fleshy thighs pressed so tightly, squashing together immensely tightly most of all just around his head from all directions. She began to quiver, feeling it build, and lifted herself up - now oblivious to his needs, not noticing his gasps - as she involuntarily slammed herself down on to him, then up and down, with unbelievable power. She ground forward as she lifted up, dragging his face inside her, then slammed down, sealing him as she felt it build more deeply with every movement. Her orgasms always took time to build, and for once she knew there would be no interruptions as she effortlessly pummeled his face with her hairy crotch.

She wanted more than just to crush him now, and crushed down on his face heavily to begin snapping her hips forwards, dragging her crotch fiercely on his face, rubbing his skin raw. It took several minutes of this, and the occasional lift and slamming down, for it to build and take over her for almost a minute, her thick juice oozing out coating his face.

She slid her crotch forwards as she lay her exhausted body back to lie flat on top of him. Pushing her legs out her buttocks easily slid around his face as she began to crush him without even thinking about it. In a moment she was lying flat out, legs stretched out, on her back, and on top of him, as if he was no more than her mattress. Placing her feet on the mattress she lifted her bottom into the air, holding herself up by her elbows, and was marginally relieved to hear him wheezing for air. But as she lay down she got a surprise.

"Whats this" she shouted in amusement, feeling his bulge through his trousers. She sat up, her bottom mashing his face once again deep into the mattress. In a moment she turned around, facing his feet, and pinning his arms once again right under her legs. She had to lean forwards to reach, the bulk of her weight lifting from her buttocks and pressing her crotch instead down onto his face. "We cant have that, can we" she said in an authoritarian tone of voice, as she undid his trousers.

Ok, another one by the same author,
fionabrown

The Lift
The start of a story... I may continue it!
-=-

This wasnt going well! He needed a lift but this was getting ridiculous.

It was a long journey and Ian was lucky to be offered a lift, from the remote farming station in Western Australia all the way to Perth. It was an old Land Rover, and unbelievably there was no air conditioning. He was to sit in the back beside Lucy. Big fat Lucy - she'd take up more than half the seat on her own!

He got to the car and the girls were already there. They were dressed for the heat, in shorts and bikinis. Doug was driving and Elsie had already taken the front seat. Lucy was sat in the back. Ian peered in - yes indeed, her fat was splurging out all over the place. Her wide bottom went past the middle of the bench back seat. He'd be beside her fat body the whole way. Good thing there was nobody else coming! There wouldn't be any room. He could see how hot and sweaty Lucy was already - dressed so lightly there was nothing left to the imagination, her rolls of fat on display.

He got in, thankful that it wasn't a smaller car, and they set off. He wished there was air conditioning. He also wished Lucy wasn't there, so he could lie out across the back seat. He was only small, and would have fitted nicely for a comfortable journey.

He was wary of Lucy, he could tell she was up to something.

About an hour later they reached the nearest town to the station, and filled up the tanks with fuel. He waited by the car. Time to go, and he got in. A minute later and Lucy bounded in too. Who was that with her?

"Hey Doug, is it all right if we give Michelle a ride too? She'll pay for the fuel!"

"Sounds fair, Lucy, OK" he drawled.

"Hey guys, there won't be any room for me!" Ian complained.

"Well Ian, you can either wait here, or just put up with it!" Doug was unsympathetic.

It wasn't likely that he'd find any other way of making the journey, so he shut up. A minute later Michelle appeared at his door. She was as fat as Lucy! There was no way they would all fit. She opened the door. "Budge up!" she cheerfully commanded, and got in. Ian hadn't moved and she simply got in and pushed him along with her bulk. She squashed him into Lucy and then pushed him a bit harder as she slid in. Then she squashed herself beside him. There wasn't quite enough room. It didn't bother her. Normally in a car like this she and Lucy would have been squashed almost together. They both knew that Ian would be squished between them, and squished tightly too. Michelle pushed hard against him and managed to close the door.

Ian had indeed been squashed in between them. Lucy and Michelle's fat was splurging over him - the softness of their thighs spreading out over his legs, their fat bodies over him, and his small frame stuck under their shoulders. They rested their arms, squashing his arms underneath. Their arms were too big and heavy so he couldn't lift his arms. Their shoulders were pressed into each side of his head - they really were big compared to him. He was stuck firmly. Worse, Doug had turned the radio up loud, and nobody could hear him. Well Lucy and Michelle could, but they weren't paying any attention.

It was getting to be really hot in the car, and Lucy and Michelle were sweating profusely, as was Ian. Lucy wanted to stretch out, and widened her legs, squashing Ian's leg right under her big heavy thigh. Michelle saw and did the same. They had now given up all pretence of accidental squashing and now were ready to get their revenge on Ian for 6 months as a bad manager. None of this had been an accident.

Lucy lifted her arm and calmly stuffed Ian's face back, right into the sweaty armpit. Then she put her arm back down, mashing Ian's face under her big heavy fleshy arm, imprisoning him in that very wet and sweaty fold. Just before she sealed him in, he heard her say "start licking".

He was disgusted, but quickly realised that he was truly trapped. It was obvious that Doug and Elsie weren't interested or didn't know. And Lucy wasn't releasing him. It was hard to breathe, and he knew that Lucy was relaxed and would happily sit like this for hours. She really was heavy and so sweaty. And now she was resting her hand on his crotch, gently squeezing his balls. She wasn't doing it hard, but he could sense a threat.

He started licking. There was a strong taste and the smell was unpleasant. But he had no choice at all. His 10 minutes trapped under her sweaty armpit went so slowly. When she released him the freshness of the air in the car hit him for a moment, but before he knew what was happening he was trapped again, head bent back this time inside Michelle's armpit. He hadn't noticed that Michelle was a bit fleshier, and a bit bigger. But the difference was that her arm was so much heavier, and as she rested it on him he was crushed heavily. Plus she was so much sweatier, and her armpit itself was bigger - his whole face seemed to be pressed right in against it.

Michelle was more patient than Lucy, and happily kept Ian prisoner in her armpit for much longer. His neck was burning in pain, but he simply couldn't move a muscle. Plus Lucy hadn't stopped massaging his crotch, and he had begun to harden. She was stroking him through his shorts.

He was completely trapped in between and really under 2 massive women. One had his head firmly trapped securely in her armpit, while the other was now stroking his erection firmly and slowly. He began to struggle more violently as he knew that he was getting close. But the speed and strength of her stroking continued unabated. Despite being squished into this very undignified position, and totally dominated and humiliated by 2 very fat women; despite his face being trapped in a most disgusting sweaty armpit, wedged under one very heavy arm, making his neck burn, he could feel his orgasm rise. And then shoot out, into his pants. Uncomfortably filling his pants and making his shorts change to a darker colour. But the strength and persistence of Lucy's stroking continued. She carried on strongly rubbing up and down. They could feel him really struggling now, but they kept him firmly pinned. Lucy carried on stroking him, aware of his desperation for her to stop, the sensitivity of his penis post ejaculation torturing him without abatement.

Michelle released his head and Lucy whispered into his ear. "I won't stop you know". Ian looked at her pleadingly. "Well, I might."

Ian squirmed but he was pinned. "What! Anything! What?"

Lucy smirked. "I want you to be my comfy seat cushion, and Michelle's too! Want me to stop?" Ian was desperate. Lucy continued. "Even if you don't want to be, we'll make you. But you'll be a lot less uncomfortable if you lie down voluntarily".

She leaned forwards and sat up a little. "Down you go" Michelle said as she pushed him from behind, with unstoppable strength. He was now wedged behind Lucy, and she sat back and pressed him into the seat. He was crushed. She leant forwards again. Now he was in the fold at the back of the seat, and was absolutely terrified. He knew that if Lucy sat down he would be completely crushed, and he'd already had a taste of her weight.

Found this on the web, throught it would fit right in. I didn't write this though, someone named fionabrown wrote it. Just wanted to give credit where credit was due. Enjoy.

Story: The Psychologist, pt1

Nearly time for the 2 o'clock appointment - yet another long day. At least she was his last for the day. The buzzer went - right on time. He told his secretary to send her in and take the afternoon off.

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This was her second session. As a well known psychologist and psychotherapist, he specialised in sexual issues. Most of his clients were middle aged women and he was becoming jaded hearing the same problems. At her first session last week she hadn't let much slip and he still wasn't sure what the issue was.

There was a knock and the secretary showed her in.

He welcomed her in warmly. "Mrs Edwins". He rose and led her in. He was only a small man and she towered over him. He knew her type - rich and brash. He expected her latest Mercedes to match her bright jewellery. But unusually she wore jeans instead of some designer outfit. He imagined they were very expensive.

She sat down at the couch, opposite him in his big comfortable soft armchair.

He opened his notes. The professional notes were sparse, but he always kept a separate scrapbook of personal private notes and doodles. He'd written a lot about Mrs Edwins. 'Fat' 'Obese' 'MASSIVE' and 'enormous' scribbled over and over. It was stating the obvious. She was tall - he reckoned about 6'2 or so. This week she was wearing high heels, and seemed so much taller. They must be strong shoes - he looked at her feet squashing the soles down - to take all her weight. She was generally enormous in every direction. Huge breasts - she wore a top that showed her tremendous cleavage. He reckoned he could lose his head in there for sure. Her massive belly was obviously tightly held in but he could still make out the rolls of fat. Those jeans barely constrained her giant bottom - huge round buttocks leading to massive thick thighs. Her legs were big and heavy, all the way down to those great big and wide feet. She made him look like some tiny dwarf - he imagined that one of her legs might weigh more than him.

"So Mrs Edwin. How are you feeling today?" The words came out automatically. He avoided saying "how are we feeling today" - it was so patronising.

Her response wasn't especially telling. The conversation still wasn't revealing what was really on her mind. He knew a trick to make her relax, a sort of pseudo hypnosis, just to make her feel less inhibited. If she really did want to talk about something, this would let it out.

After a minute she seemed to loosen up. He sat back and waited to hear what she was really thinking. He wondered which of the usual problems he'd hear. Orgasm problems. Sexual dysfunction. Husband problems. An affair. Wanting sex with another woman. Or maybe something interesting, something historical. He'd heard it all, or so he thought.

She paused, as if wondering whether she could really say it. He reassured her.

"Don't worry Mrs Edwin, I've heard it all. In my experience there's nothing too big to hang on to." He paused, the word 'Big' lighting up in his mind, too small a description for this giant woman. "Everything in this room is completely confidential".

She composed herself.

"Doctor, I like to sit on men's faces. I think about it all day long. I really like to feel a man under me."

Is that it, he thought. Is that all? He mentally stifled a yawn.

"Thats perfectly normal Mrs Edwin." He was about to continue but she stopped him.

"No, there's more to it than that." She paused, unsure about continuing. He waited.

"I like to squash men under me. I mean, I really like to feel a man under my weight."

He hadn't expected this. He sat up. At last, something interesting to discuss with his colleagues, an odd case. He pictured the scene at the golf club. "You'll never guess - I've got this 30 stone woman who likes to squash men for fun".

He composed himself. "Tell me more about it, Mrs Edwin".

"Ok. " She spoke carefully. "I like to sit on my husband and feel him under me being crushed, to relax on him and control him completely. On his face. "

He could see that merely saying it was having an effect on her - her cheeks were becoming flushed. She wasn't lying. But was it just a fantasy or was there more to come?

"I like to sit on his body and squash him flat. I dream of sitting on him and not getting off, even when he needs me to."

She paused.

"I've even stood on him, walked on him, and stood on his face."

Blimey! This husband must be a very strong bloke, he thought.

"You have no idea how much I like to do it."

He pondered about what to say next. "Why is this an issue?" he asked.

"Doctor, I weigh 33 stones. Have you any idea how heavy that is?"

He had to confess that he didn't really. His wife was petite, smaller than him. He'd never been with a big woman in his life.

"Doctor, why don't you lie on the couch for a second and I will sit on your stomach to show you. Just for a second. " He didn't spot the gleam in her eye as she said it.

He knew that this was wrong and unprofessional, but she had his curiosity. No, he couldn't possibly.

"It would only be for 1 second, Doctor. Then you'd know, and it would make me feel much better for you to understand."

She stood up, really towering over him. He noticed her feet, the skin around the soles squashing out and really pulverising those high heels. That illustrated the weight enough for him.

"Just for a moment, Doctor, then I'll get up and we can carry on."

He decided to go for it. "Ok Mrs Edwin, if it will make this easier for you."

He went to the couch and laid down, face up. He was now looking at her from behind. That really was one enormous bottom. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything like it. His second thoughts came thick and fast. That bottom was in fact giant, and he suddenly visualised how much weight it would impose. Those jeans were as broad across as his whole body, from neck to crotch. Nope. He realised that this would be a bad idea.

Mrs Edwin had other ideas though. Just as he was getting up, she sat down on him. It was quick and solid, as she sat back, driving his body deep into the couch. His face was mashed forwards against one thigh as his whole body, right up to the neck, was compressed completely under her. That wide bottom stretched all the way over his stomach, with all her weight completely mashing him. If this hadn't just been for a minute, the psychologist knew that he'd be unable to move for a month after.

She relaxed her weight onto him, stretching out her legs. She leant back against the couch and just sat.

The pain was becoming indescribable. Her massive bulk compressed his whole body - he was sure his chest had been mashed flat into his back. He couldn't breathe or move a muscle. His arms were trapped by his sides under all that bulk and he couldn't even free a finger. His neck was painfully stretched and bent forwards, his body had been crushed so deep into the couch. The foam of the cushion was pressing his face forwards under her weight right against her thigh. He couldn't eek out a sound to let her know how much pain he was in. He'd knew he'd just have to wait patiently for her to get up. He couldn't even shake his head, and she wasn't paying any attention to his thrashing legs.

But she didn't get up yet. He wanted to say 'OK, got the picture' but there was no chance of that. He was beginning to feel weaker, desperate to breathe. She wasn't moving. He was completely trapped, completely immobile, under her immense weight. There was no chance for him at all.

"Well, thats a minute" she announced. He prepared himself for release, but she didn't move. He couldn't take it any more, but she was in complete control of him. He knew he had no choice in the matter at all, none whatsoever. He so desperately needed to breathe. Then she leaned forwards, and lifted. Release.

He gasped frantically for air, and she sat down again. This time, ever so slightly over, so that she was sitting slightly higher on him, the fat buttock held so firmly by those jeans crushing his neck and chin. She stretched out and relaxed again. And she just sat, feeling the power. After a minute she leaned forward and lifted, then sat down again.

This time she placed a big meaty hand on his forehead, and spent some time slowly pressing his head back into the cushion, demonstrating her strength. Her big hand stretched right round his face, her thumb on one temple, her fingers stretched round to the other temple. She squeezed and gripped his face and pressed it down hard, leaning over slightly.

Then she leaned in the other direction, running her other hand over his crotch. She felt him through his trousers. "Enjoying this are you?" she asked. Not that it would have mattered, she had decided to make an afternoon of it. She'd overheard him tell his secretary that she could go as there were no more clients today.

She lifted up and sat back down again, her full weight easily mashing him and owning him entirely. He felt her lean forward and fiddle with something. Then she sat up, and started to unbutton her top. In a moment he had a side view of that massive fleshy body. Those breasts were huge, but it was her stomach that caught his eye. It had spilt over the top of her jeans and was sticking out massively, resting over her thighs. She leaned back and lifted up, giving him some air which he desperately sucked in. He tried to roll out sideways but there was nowhere to go. She was loosening those jeans now, and beginning to slide them down. Satisfied with her progress at removing them, she sat down again and lifted her legs, moving and wiggling to get them off. Sitting still the compression and pressure seemed to increase by the second, but as she wiggled and lifted her legs, the crushing multiplied. He was sure he was now even deeper into that old couch.

The jeans were off and she lifted up again to slide down her big knickers. He thought he'd seen her stomach in all its glory, but as she slid those knickers off it was released and splurged out hugely. She sat down and again started wiggling and manouvering those knickers off. Then she sat, legs together, stomach resting heavily on her thighs, rolls of fat up her body and those huge breasts.

"Like knicker, do you?" she asked. Not waiting for his reply, she stuck them on his face, hiding him from view, and began gently massaging him through his trousers slowly. After a few minutes, occassionally lifting to give him air, she got up.

But this wasn't to be a release. She took her knickers off his face and leant forwards, that huge belly hanging massively down almost to her knees. She manouvered herself over him, pressing that belly against his body as she lay flat on top of him. She stretched out her legs and then positioned her huge breasts around his head.

Not only was he completely smothered, he was now also completely invisible. Lying on top of him like this, her massive body easily squashed him under her right into the couch. There was not an inch of him to be seen under her fatty folds. Her huge breasts squashed around his head and rested comfortably on the cushion. She squeezed them rythmically together, squashing his face.

Every time she lifted up to give him air, she scooted forwards slightly. Very soon she was pressing her massive, soft and flabby belly down onto his face. Even without leaning forwards she knew that her belly weighed several stones, just resting. Alone it was enough to smother and squash a man's head. And now, lying forwards on his face, it smooshed right around his head. She was in no doubt though, despite its soft flabbiness, that it was a solid heavy crushing weight, easily consuming his head.

Now things were becoming interesting. It was time to squash him under her crotch.

I'd agree with volup. I'm not one for that whole "extreme" thing, if you get what I mean, just love the straight up squashing/crushing. It was a good story. Would love to see some more of your stuff.

Ok, well as much as I'm thankful for the kind words, I can't take any of the credit. The reason this ans most of the stories are under my name is because I was the one who moved all these stories over here from the old web board. I have written a few, but this and good as it is, is not one of mine.

Good read man.

If I could say so, how about some stats on the girl?

I agree with SV that this story isn't really on par with the others on this board. Again it's just personal opinion at this point, but nevertheless it's what I believe to be true.

Another story I found on the web. This one is written by  fionabrown





She was furious. It had been an awful evening. The party was hot and uncomfortable, and she felt sweaty and uncomfortable. Her date had been really mean to her as well - he claimed that a 400lbs 50 year old had no business being out at night and should be asleep in her fat bed. Now she couldnt get a taxi home and had to walk for miles. And it was raining.

Coming through the park, she saw the leery old drunk asleep on the bench. He was actually quite well spoken, but small, wiry, and with a nasty glint in his eyes. She wondered what his story was.

She also wished he'd get lost too. She'd never been happy with a man - perhaps it was her size, or her personality? As she passed the bench, she could hear him stirring. He woke and slurred out to her that he wanted to take her fat ass, whatever that meant.

She realised she hated him too. Her house had been on the market for months, and she knew he was putting buyers off. Who wants to buy a house beside a noise singing wino, hidden in the neighbouring park. Because of him, at night no one went there.

"Come back, where are you going" he slurred as she waltzed past. "Fat bitch"

It was the last straw. She turned around and walked the three steps back to him. She looked at his small frame lying on the hard bench. She turned around, mentally comparing her immense size to his diminutive stature.

Yes, he was to blame for everything. With that thought, she heavily sat down on the centre of the bench.

Her cushion was pulverised. Her width meant that her buttocks stretched from his crotch up to his chin. She sat back and relaxed on the trash. Looking down, she noticed his face getting redder and redder. Not a sound passed his lips. She wondered if she had crushed all the air from him. She bounced a little in meanness, but nothing came out.

She pondered the futulity of his life. Nobody would miss him. She leaned gently left to right, feeling his body compress, his bones squeeze together under her massive body. Actually, she quite liked this feeling.

She realised she had total power over the tramp. He was completely pinned, and could not even breathe. She knew that she was crushing him. She lifted up for a second, momentarily throwing her weight back to gain momentum, and then heard nothing, followed by a sudden wheezing and gasping.

It occurred to her that if she was normal, she might be concerned for somebody in his position. But she felt evil, and powerful. She was drenched in sweat from the walk and her clothes were wet through from the rain. Her feet ached. Her limbs ached. She wanted a comfortable seat. She flounced back down on the man.

She looked down into his eyes. He looked glazed, and puzzled. Not pleading. Resigned. She wondered if he always looked like that, or just when he was being mauled by a bottom which now owned him. She definitely felt ownership. He had cost her hundreds of thousands in lost house sale, so now she had him instead.

She wriggled her buttocks. Such a simple small act. She had huge meaty buttocks. She concentrated on the simple motion of her tensing them - invisibly underneath her - and feeling him actually grind in compression. It was that simple. She could torture the tramp without anyone even being able to see, had they been watching.

She stayed like this for ages, occasionally getting up off the tramp. It seemed so comfortable, and so natural. After around half an hour, she stood up. He seemed dazed, but even still the sight of his unshaven face irritated her. She positioned herself over his face. Even sitting up here, she realised her ass would still reach his little belly.

She sat down again. She didnt know that his head turned involuntarily to the side under her great weight. It didnt enter her head at all. But she was comfortable, and wiggled around. Her right buttock was centred against his face. Her clothes held her flesh from spilling around his forehead, but the qualtity of flesh was there. She thought she might be more comfortable if she moved over a little, to squash his face under that crack, between those buttocks, in that giant crevice.

She slid over and now her buttock spilled over the top of his head. She relaxed her weight fully. She knew she must smell bad - she had been so wet and sweaty. It made her smile. Serves the little tramp right.

She stood up, and peeled down her wet panties. The rain had soaked through to them, and this, combined with her sweat, had made them noticeably odorous. She rubbed them against his face slowly, looking directly into his eyes. His breathing was shallow, but he was there, aware of what was happening. She could see it in his mind. She very slowly rubbed the smelliest gusset against his face, and then rubbed the bottom against his nose too.

She turned around, and lifted her skirt back. Then she slowly lowered herself downwards, until she could feel her flesh against the unshaven face. It irritated her smooth behind, but when she saw fully and absorbed his face in her flesh, she hardly noticed.

She relaxed fully once again. Her voluminous skin, over her tremendous buttocks, easily encompassed his whole face. Even though he was looking to the side, her soft yet meaty flesh squeezed around his face, smothering him completely.

But it wasnt the smothering that he hated the most. Not the sweat, or her strong smell. Not the oily sweat that she was smearing on his face. Not even the humiliation. It was the massive compression, the huge crushing she subjected him to. The ever increasing compression that her giant frame so effortlessly imposed on him. It caused him so much pain. And he saw her anger, and realised the pointlessness of his situation. He knew he would have to endure this for a long time. And he was resigned to it.

Marjorie was frozen on Seans face. All sorts of thoughts were running through her head. Her friend May - sweet little May - had heard Sean cough under the table.

It had seemed such a good idea to have lunch with May and secretly be sitting on Seans face throughout. But Marjorie hadnt banked on May being such a chatterbox and talking for over an hour. By this time Sean was desperate for the crushing weight gripping his head all round to give him a break - even for just a few moments. Because Marjorie had smeared some vaseline on Seans face, her buttocks had slid neatly around his face and were gripping him deeply, almost to his ears. Her 20 stone frame, concentrated on Seans little head, compressed him almost into oblivion. By now she was experienced enough to sit back and let him breathe.

May peered around the table, lifting the tablecloth. Her eyes visibly bulged when she saw Seans legs. What were they doing there? She followed the body to Marjories buttocks. What? Surely not! May couldn't believe what she was seeing. Big Marjorie, with that huge ass, sitting on someone? Right on their face? That was sooo nasty! In her 18 years, May had never seen anything like that at all. It must be something older women get into, she thought.

She could see the worried glint in Marjorie's eyes, but did not grasp the full extent of those worried thoughts. Instead she stood up and walked over, and peered down for a closer look. Those huge buttocks were wrapped right around this guys face! They looked so fat and full with a face in there. A whole person! And Marjorie was so big. May could see that the head was forced into the little cushion on the chair, against the wood. Did that not hurt? Marjorie had been there all day. Was it that good? What did it feel like to sit like that, without a care, on somebody's face? Obviously he liked it, she thought. He hadn't pushed her off - then she noticed that Seans hands and ankles were tied. Ahhh! Thats why! It didn't occur to her that even untied, Sean could never move Marjorie in a million years - he wouldn't even be able to persuade her buttock off him an inch.

Marjorie wanted to leave, to hide for a moment. With May watching closely, she stood up. May was amazed at the way those buttocks gripped the face as Marjorie rose. Sean was so deeply embedded that his face was trapped firmly in there. Even with the vaseline, those heavy strong buttocks held tight and then as Marjorie rose further, suddenly Seans face popped free and fell back onto the chair with a bang - his neck muscles too pained for him to stop.

As he lay there dazed, Marjorie left the kitchen without saying anything. May continued to study Sean's face. After a few minutes, when Marjorie had still not returned, May began to feel a little bit naughty. She imagined sitting on that face. Why not? She couldn't do any harm! The opposite of Marjorie in every way, she was petite at 7 stones, and only 5 feet tall. She wouldn;t hurt him. Anyway, if Marjorie could do it, she definitely wouldn't crush him!

She stepped over the chair, and held up her skirt giving Sean a view of her red silk panties. His vision was returning, and this sight was certainly a tonic after Marjorie. He felt stirrings of excitement as those little buttocks moved backwards.

May felt the touch of his face, and continued to lean back. Then she felt his nose pressing into her panties. She sat down properly. Because she was so small, her legs barely reached the ground so she sat back. Her petite frame positioned nicely on Sean's face.

Sean got rather a shock. Despite her small size, she was still pressing heavily enough onto his face for her panties to hurt his nose. She hadn't thought to give him any air and he was surprised that he was unable to shake her off.

May sat, oblivious, rather enjoying the sensation of owning Sean. Then she heard the steps, and quickly jumped off. Marjorie was returning.

"Well, I don't know what to say" mumbed Marjorie as she came back in and saw May sitting innocently back on her own seat. "He likes it, its a fun experience for him". There was an awkward silence.

May examined Marjories large frame. She had big, wide feet, stocky ankles and thick thighs. Her hips and ass flared wide up to a solid waist and heavy stomach. She had largeish breasts but in proportion with that size. Her arms were big and looked strong. May began to wonder what it would be like having that impressive stature sitting on her face.

In fact, she slid down to the floor and sat in front of her chair. She didn't imagine for a second the totality of that crushing weight. She simply imagined that she could push Marjorie off when she had had enough.

As a not-very-subtle hint, she put her head back on the chair. Marjorie was dumbstruck. Why would May do that? It was the last thing she expected. But why not? If May wanted her to sit down, why shouldn't she?

"Are you sure?" asked Marjorie. May let out a breath, almost a groan. She hadn't realised how excited this was making her.

"I want you to squash me and not get off! I want to feel what he felt under you for the last hour! What its like!"

Marjorie wasn't sure and said she'd sit for 30 seconds and get up. But naive May said that wouldnt be necessary.

Carefully, Marjorie moved over to May's seat. The view up was awesome. Part of May shuddered at the size of those buttocks. Each was easily bigger than her head. She wondered if Marjorie's leg was heavier than herself.

Then Marjorie sat down very slowly. May felt the buttocks touch her face. They began to press her down against the chair. She began to sense their power. The pressure increased crushing her head. She felt the heat, and the smell, approaching. May tried to turn her head, but she realised that she was trapped in something immense. The buttocks - very slowly - began to slide around her face. They were still lubricated with vaseline from Seans face.

She felt those meaty buttocks open up but they seemed to be trying to stay together. It was like they were not meant to part. They exerted tremendous pressure centrally - on either side of May's face. Yet the weight and pressure increased.

Little did May realise that Marjorie was barely sitting yet.

The compression seemed to increase exponentially. Those huge buttocks effortlessly swallowed May's face. They splurged wide around that little head as Marjorie began to sit back. May began to realise that she had made a big miscalculation. This was not effortless and fun for her! It was not enjoyable at all.

Marjorie was almost sitting right down. She was surprised how incredible it felt to be sitting on such a small woman. So much smaller than Sean! Total control. She felt her buttocks eat May's whole head this time - right around those ears. She felt May pressing her hands gently against her buttocks, pounding a little to widen them apart and eat her further. She stretched her legs out and relaxed completely, sitting back.

Except May was not asking for more. She was employing every ounce of strength to lift Marjorie's massive buttocks from her face. The pressure all round was unbelievable. A hot sweaty prison had encompassed her whole being and it felt like a whole truck weight - an entire building - a whole planet - had been planted there.

She tried to push Marjorie off, expecting that flesh to yield and that weight to move. It felt like concrete. Her strongest urges couldn't move those buttocks one inch. Not one milimeter. She was entirely powerless to lift Marjorie.

Marjorie hadn't sat back enough to let May breathe, so she lifted up. May's little head was wedged right between her buttocks. Amazingly, as she stood further up, May's head didn't fall free. She stood right up and May remained trapped. She was so small and light, Marjorie was almost lifting her up just with the awesome pressure of those immense buttocks. What a hoot! How much fun was this!

But realising May was struggling for air, she reached back and freed her. May was exhausted, wasted, crushed, dumbstruck, dazed, and quiet. And Marjorie was elated, excited, thrilled by the feeling of pure power. This was 100 times what she had felt with Sean.

She decided that she would have some real fun, and picked up little May, to carry her to the bedroom...

It had been a good few of weeks for Marjorie. She had been very persuasive on Sean, who had let Harold know how sorry he was that Marjorie had left. Now they were almost ready to move back in together.

Harold was particularly pleased that Marjorie was having lunch with Sean a couple of times a week. He felt that the bonding would be good for them. He didn't realise that Marjorie was having lunch.... on Sean, who had become used to and accepted his position. Marjorie didn't even need to tie him, but she sometimes did anyway just to remind him who was boss.

So each Monday and Thursday Marjorie would meet up with Sean at her place. Immediately he would slink under the table, and put his face back on the chair, waiting for Marjorie to finish making lunch. When she had prepared her expansive spread (she had a big appetite to match her size!) she'd just sit down on his face as if he wasn't there. Generally for these lunchtime head crushings (Sean didn;t think of it as facesitting because her 20stone weight compressed his head deep between her expansive buttocks) she would wear cotton jogging bottoms. Despite the material, her buttocks still managed to wrap around his face and hold him powerfully, only this time it pulled accross his nose and crushed it more painfully.

Still, Marjorie didn't mind. She had become immensely fond of sitting royally on her seat. She was the keeper of the ass and had to make sure that it was well fed. By now she understood that her huge weight really crushed Sean. However she had become so used to sitting on his face that she didn't think twice about it.

For 2 nights every week Harold was away. This is where Marjorie really had fun. For those 2 nights, Sean would spend hours under Marjorie's ass, gripped deep between her buttocks. She had learned a good trick. Before sitting on Sean, she'd lubricate his face with some vaseline. Then when she sat down, her soft buttocks would just open and spread around Sean's face, as if eating him. She didn't need to spread her buttocks with her hands. And it meant that she could slide forwards and back if she wanted to have some extra fun.

There was one thing bothering her though - Ivor. Sometimes he'd join them in the evenings. At first it had been really exciting, as Ivor stretched her imagination. That was when she hated Sean. Now she liked him more as a seat, she was happy to sit on him for hours but didn't want to do Ivor's evil things. Plus she wanted rid of Ivor and just have her Harold.

At first when Ivor had come round they had basically had sex in every position possible with Seans face wedged in her buttocks or against her crotch as Ivor thrust his enormous penis into her. She knew that Ivor enjoyed belittling Sean this way, occassionally choking him with that huge penis.

Once Ivor had persuaded her to sit on put Sean over the edge of the bed and sit on his back, crushing him helplessly into the bed. Then Ivor had penetrated Sean deeply and powerfully. Marjorie was a little frightened by the glint in Ivor's eyes, plus the sight of his huge biceps as he gripped Sean's waist.

Another time Ivor had appeared with an enormous strap on, and persuaded Marjorie to take Sean with it. At the time she was immensely turned on, but this is when she began to feel a little sorry for Sean.

The final straw really came when Ivor appeared with a very nasty German video. In it a group of very fat women were shitting on some small men they had tied up. Marjorie was overawed by the sight of these huge women then sitting on the mens faces, or forcing them to eat right from those huge asses which were easily larger than Marjorie's. Somehow Ivor had made Marjorie very horny watching the video, and she took very little persuasion to tie Sean to the bath taps. She couldn't bring herself to shit right on his face, so instead her huge soft turds landed on Seans chest. At that point, Ivor gripped the back of Seans head and forced it in between Marjorie's buttocks, smearing brown over Seans face. Marjorie leaned back and crushed Sean into a shit prison, her hefty buttocks around the sides of his face, holding him there.

The next morning was when Marjorie began to feel sorry for Sean, and she vowed not to humiliate and abuse him again in that way.

By that afternoon she was sitting on his face, reading, and waiting for her friend May to come round for lunch.
Marjorie had worked with May at the factory - she had been May's mentor. May was only 18 and was quite slim, and so much fun.

She had carefully planned the seating. She had tied Sean to the chair at the back of the table and put a long tablecloth so Sean couldn't be seen. She was wearing a medium length skirt but no panties, and was dripping with excitement at the thought.

May arrived at noon, and took a seat in the kitchen while Marjorie finished making lunch. May was a terrible chit chat and could talk for hours on any subject. She was the biggest gossip Marjorie had ever met.

Lunch was served and Marjorie slowly took a seat, pushing her skirt back revealing her huge buttocks to Sean. Then she relaxed and stretched out her legs, and chatted to May.

And chatted...

And chatted!

May would not stop talking about everything under the sun. This was turning into a marathon facecrush for Sean. Those enormous buttocks seemed to get heavier and heavier as Marjorie sat having a nice time chatting to May. His face was completely entombed and enveloped inside Marjorie. She had taken the precaution of lubricating Seans face again, so when she sat down those soft buttocks really spread around him.

Sean felt that surely it was time that May should go? Today Marjorie had tied him to the chair, and he could not move a muscle. She was resting her feet on his crotch, crushing his balls. He could not move her but the pain was becoming unbearable.

Eventually he let out a cough, hoping that only Marjorie would hear. Unfortuately, for that brief moment, May stopped chatting for the first time and heard the sound too.

Marjorie had to think quickly. Would she let on. What would May do? Would she join in? Would Marjorie have to 'subdue' little May as well?

The seconds ticked by. Marjorie could feel every heartbeat. She felt Sean's face so deeply held between her buttocks. She felt the heat of Seans face trapped in her ass. She also suddenly realised that if she stood up - having sat for so long - that when Sean's head eventually popped free from her tightly gripping ass, not only would he groan involuntarily, but May would hear his head hit the seat.

It was definitely time to eat. And poor Sean hadn't eaten all day. With Ivors help, they untied Sean from the bed. With no apparent effort, Ivor picked up the 21 year old and carried him downstairs. Marjorie followed with some of Seans best ties. They placed him on the floor and secured him to the front of a soft chair, arms and legs tightly tied in place.

First, though, she made Sean some dinner, and sitting on a chair in front of him, fed it to him. She fed most of it by spoon as if Sean was a small child. He was too scared to speak and just accepted everything that was happening.

Before she sat down to feed him she prepared desert. She grabbed a chocolate bar from the cupboard, unwrapped it, and pressed it in between her buttocks. She knew that in there it would be hot and sweaty. Her deep ass happily accepted the chocolate, knowing it would only be temporary. Just as it spread around Seans face, it consumed the chocolate. When she sat down, it obligingly squeezed it tight, slowly melting it with her heat.

Once she had finished spoon feeding little Sean, she asked if he would like desert. His eyes flickered - this sounded like something nice. A treat! Marjorie stood up and Sean assumed that she was going to get him something. Instead she just turned around and leant forward against the table. She slowly backed up towards his face. Her buttocks yielded gently and he sensed the chocolate smell, but it was faint and overcome by her ass aroma.

"Make sure that theres not one brown mark there, or Ivor will have some fun with you when I go out!" Sean needed no persuasion. To help him, Marjorie spread her buttocks wide, and he licked and ate hungrily. Then, when she felt that he had done a fairly good job, she leaned back slowly.

Seans head was forced back into the chair - now he realised why he had been tied in this odd position. Her buttocks slowly but unrelentingly pressed back, and again around his face. As she sat back, her buttocks again spread around and enveloped him wholly. He thought he was used to it, but as she stretched out her legs and leaned back against the backrest, the increase in pressure shocked him. The chair was not soft and yielding like his mattress upstairs.

By now, Marjorie had learnt to sit back while allowing Sean to breathe, his mouth exposed. It was so much easier - she could relax, and she had no doubts that this was still incredibly humiliating.

Ivor appeared. He had been showering, and now wanted to go. He asked if he could pop in later. So Marjorie ate dinner alone, and very slowly. She was sure that this chair was more comfortable than usual. With a warm feeling, she thought of her ass eating Seans face, holding him firmly all round, and owning him, while she ate her food.

After dinner, she untied Sean from the chair and dragged him into the lounge. He had resigned himself by now, but with his arms and legs still bound, he was helpless.

She placed him in the comfy armchair in front of the TV. Rather, she placed his face on the chair. She manouvered the footstool into position, grabbed the remote, and took a seat. In her favourite position, on her favourite chair. Once again, she sat herself down, with those heavy buttocks happily spreading around and taking control of Seans whole being. She leaned back into the chair, stretched her legs out on the footstool, and began to wonder what she could do tomorrow.

She dozed off. It was that dream again. In it, she dreamt that she could shrink Sean. She had a small toy to play with. Only about 8 inches tall. In this dream, he was malleable and unburstable. She tested him by placing him in her shoe and then sliding her foot over him. She leaned all her weight onto that one foot then checked him - he was fine. She let him slide forwards and gripped his face in her sweaty toes, scrunching them and crushing him. When she checked him he was fine. Finally she turned him around and put his head right under her feel, then she leaned back on that foot.

Satisfied, as before she placed him between her buttocks. She pressed him in deep, squeezing her cheeks together. Then she dressed - panties, then tights. Then lycra leggings. Then jean dungarees. As she climbed onto her bicycle, in her dream she pictured little Sean being compressed so immensely under that 20 stone weight on the saddle. She saw how her buttocks spread around the saddle, forcing Sean so deep.

But when she went to remove him, he had vanished. Her ass had eaten her little toy.

She awoke with a start. Had the film finished?

With much relief, Marjorie checked Sean. Yes, yes was still there in one piece. His face was still pressed deep between her voluminous buttocks.

Life, she decided, was good, and it was going to improve. She could persuade Sean to do anything now, especially as she had some incriminating photos. Marjorie considered her new future with Harold and Sean. Her new seat forever.

It didn't take long for Marjorie and Ivor to reach the house. Marjorie was practically trembling in anticipation. Sean had been tied to the bed all day, her filthy panties on his face, tired and sore from the night before. Marjorie was sweaty - especially between her buttocks, she noticed - and desparately needed a shower. She felt strong with her new found sense of power over men. She could own anyone. Ivor, too, was lusty with excitement. He wanted to shower. Although Marjorie had told them that she had a 21 year old student tied to the bed, and that she was going to sit on his face, he didn't believe it. Instead, he knew (or thought he knew!) that Marjorie wanted his body. Although 55, he was fit and healthy. Carrying packing boxes around all day, he was extremely powerful. When Marjorie stopped to pick up a camera, his excitement doubled. He assumed she must fancy him like mad. It didn't occur to him for a second that she thought he was ugly, smelly or overweight. And that beard!

She led him into the house, both ready for anything. In the kitchen, she planned to force him against the wall, kiss him passionately, and start downstairs before moving up to Seans room. But when she went to shove him against the wall, she was shocked that with his power, stature and bulk he scarcely moved. Could she not control him so easily? Instead, he rammed her against the wall and pressed himself into her. She was taken aback by the force he summoned - it was incredible. She felt amazingly turned on, this might even be fun!

However she pushed him away, making an excuse to nip upstairs. She wanted a moment with Sean first.

She was pleased to see him, still tied to the bed. He was fast asleep, but somehow the panties were off the bed, and not around his face. She was not pleased. The best way, of course, to wake him up - as she discovered last night - is simply to wander over to him, turn around, and take a seat on his face. Sideways, her buttocks still happily enveloped his little head, spreading around his chin and forehead, and squeezing everywhere in between. She stretched out her legs. She could feel him struggling underneath her, and said "not a sound, or else".

After a few moments, she lifted up, and Sean was about to shout at her. But as soon as she heard his voice, she sat down again. It was a very simple strategy really. She smiled at the thought of it.

After a few sits, Sean got the idea, and she was able to stand up. She grinned at him. His face was almost purple, and something looked wrong about it. His nose? His eyes? She noticed some dried blood on his lip, and wondered for a moment where it came from.

"I've a friend downstairs, and we're going to have some fun" she announced. "Don't say anything. If you cause any trouble, you will suffer and I mean that. Not like before. I mean really suffer".

As if to prove her point, she straddled his chest, and looking towards his feet, simply fell back onto his face. Crush! Inside Seans head he felt a tremendous BOOM that was all encompassing. And then that crushing pressure again, all round. Those buttocks - how could he escape them?

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Marjorie paused for a moment, considering what to do, and sat back heavily. "Come in here, stud".

Ivor was undressed to his pants. She was glad she was sitting when she saw his body, as she would have become weak at the knees. She quickly changed her opinion from overweight and middle aged to an appreciation of immense power, a tower of strength. His arms were so thick. His chest, his thighs. They simply looked majestic to her. He had a big belly, and as her eyes travelled down, she traced the line of his penis in his pants. That couldn't be, she thought.

She lifted up from Sean, and demonstrated how her buttocks gripped and owned his little face. Then she sat back down again, and spread her legs wide apart, rubbing herself for Ivor. He watched her - he could see her buttocks wrapped around the sides of Seans face. He wanted to be inside her now as much as she wanted him.

It took him less than a second to whip his pants off completely, and stand to attention for Marjorie. She balked at his size. For not only was he built as a tower of strength, as ladies often comment in the bathroom at parties "he was huge". He really was, and Marjorie wondered if he might be too large even for her. In just a few moments, she was about to find out.

But first, she leaned back and spread her buttocks wide around Sean, ensuring that his mouth was exposed. She thought this might take a while. Ivor climbed onto her and pressed himself against her. For a moment she froze in fear at his size, but with great power in his hips, he slowly pressed himself in to her. Pushing down, he slid his huge penis over Seans face and deep into Marjorie. Her fears were unfounded and she opened for him, easily swallowing his immense width. She pictured those large balls resting on Seans mouth when Ivor was right inside her, and felt a tremor already.

As Ivor slowly pulled out, he pressed his whole body down onto Marjorie, crushing her. She could feel his muscles, and felt powerless to resist. This was control. The incredible weight of their combined bodies, all crushing down on Sean's face, flashed through her mind. As Ivor pushed back inside her, she concentrated on the feeling of his great penis spreading her wide, while it slid over Seans face and into her.

For several minutes Ivor slowly and powerfully thrust in and out of Marjorie. He was so relaxed, but so powerful, she was quivering uncontrollably. As she felt the first orgasm rise up in her, she knew she had found a new peak - she was being dominated by this amazing man, and in turn she was crushing poor Sean. The effect was multiplied for him - Marjorie felt that she was passing on Ivors domination of her, sexually, directly to Sean. Her buttocks felt alive and electric - an entity in themselves, eating, controlling and owning Sean. She howled in pleasure.

She wanted this to last forever. How many times in one week does someobody experience something new that they want to last forever? Marjorie contemplated how and remembered about her plan.

She pushed Ivor off her. She whispered into his ear and fetched the camera. A moment later she returned and was delighted to see Ivor straddling Seans face, looking down at him. To say Sean looked terrified would be an understatement. She felt a touch of sympathy for him at this moment. Leaning down to his ear, she whispered (instead of announcing as was the plan):
"Look how powerful he is. And look at that erection. Now just go along with this, and smile for the camera. I mean it. If you don't my friend here will pound your ass into oblivion and split you wide. Smile if you understand".

To Sean, this was no minor threat. He forced a smile.

Marjorie snapped away, taking pictures as 'evidence'. One of Ivors huge cock against Seans face - balls below his chin, thick head above Seans forehead. Another with those huge balls resting in Seans open mouth. As a nice touch, Marjorie persuaded Sean to stick out his tongue as if he was licking those balls in enjoyment. A photo of Sean with his tongue probing Ivors ass.

She instructed Sean to lift his head and willingly put the tip of Ivors penis in his mouth. Remembering the threat, Sean complied. He didn't notice the evil glint in Ivors eyes. Straddling Seans face, Ivor put his massive hands against the back of Seans head and pressed. Although the pressure was gentle, it was unstopable and immense to Sean. In a few seconds that great penis was at the back of his mouth, and he began to gag and try to pull away. Marjorie watched in fascination as Ivor made his cock disappear down Seans throat. The look in Seans eyes - one of pure fear and pain - reminded her that she wanted him in her ass. She didn;t really want to subject him to this, and she could tell that Ivor wouldnt hesitate to fuck his virgin throat hard. She wanted to feel that penis inside her, she wanted him to cum in her, while Sean suffered underneath.

In fact, it took next to no persuasion for Ivor. Putting down the camera, she simply climbed onto the bed. Without any hesitation, Ivor released Sean, choking and gagging, and spitting out thick saliva. She gently pushed his face back using her buttocks.

Then she let her ass take over again. She pressed back gently, and the buttocks parted and swallowed. Sean felt his whole being surrounded and enveloped. As she leaned back and stretched out her legs, that all to familiar weight descended upon him and again compressed his head almost into oblivion.

Then he felt the weight double and that gooey thick penis sliding over his chin and into Marjorie. And the thick fat hairy balls.

For the next 30 minutes, as Ivor powerfully thrust into Marjorie, Sean's humiliation was raised to new heights. He had become little more than a cushion for Marjorie, not even that. He didn't realise how much she now valued him, or rather his face in her ass, or how it contributed to the waves of orgasm that continued until the moment when Ivor majestically delivered his triumphant squirts into her.

He pulled his slime coated penis from her, and pressed it into Seans mouth. He simply grunted "clean it" and Sean was too terrified to hesitate. Even softening, it was easily larger and thicker than Seans.

Marjorie didn't move. She was happy for her plentiful juices, mixed with Ivors copious semen, to ooze out and into Seans mouth.

She awoke with a start to a loud alarm. What? Where am I thought Marjorie. She was sitting upright still, and it all came back to her. She had a good reminder - Sean's face was wedged tightly in her ass.

He was still breathing, which was good, she thought. But her ass ached. For almost 2 hours she had been fast asleep, sitting heavily with Seans face wedging her buttocks apart. It had been a heavy, and long night. Very heavy for Sean, she thought with a smirk. She could smell herself, and normally she would have had a shower. She brought her stiff legs back, and lifted up. Sean's face seemed glued in her ass. In fact, it was crusted into place by their dried juices. She really needed a shower, but noticed that Seans alarm was set later than hers at home would be. She didnt think she'd be here so long, and she had to go to work.

Lifting right up, Sean fell out of her ass. That was the best way to describe it. Her very meaty buttocks seemed to grip him incredibly, not wanting to let go. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, and sat on Sean's face. He was awake - had he been awake all night, she wondered? His eyes were filled with contempt. But now it was all over.

"You motherfucking bitch, I'll get you, you're so for it. I'm going to sue! You'll never see Harold again! You'll lose your job!" This was only the beginning of Sean's tirade.

Without thinking much, Marjorie simply shuffled down and sat sideways fullweight on Sean's face. This time his head was turned to the side. She didn't care, he still got the message. Facing up or not, 20 stone of angry woman is still plenty enough to crush one little Sean. He might be strong, but tied up firmly and under her, he was not persuasive. She stood up and he started off again. "You - I'll get you!"

She sat down again. Was he stupid? Still, she would be late for work. That bloody hot factory, sitting all day packing lightbulbs into boxes. When she was with Harold, talking of setting up together, he said that she could give up work. And this little weed under her immense ass had stopped it. Well, she had a plan.

Standing up again, she waited for Sean to complain. But he didn't. She announced that she was going to work but would be back later. She didn't offer to untie him. In fact, the went into Harold's bedroom and helped herself to some of his ties. Best secure Sean thoroughly, so that she could come back later. By the time she was finished, Sean was securely bound to the bed, and unable to move a muscle. Good work, she thought.

Time for a shower. In fact, she changed her mind. If she was coming back later, it might be better if she didn't shower. She was surprised to feel a thrill run up her spine at the thought.

She noticed her panties on the floor. They were now stained and still wet. But they smelled strong. She wondered whether to wear them again but instead wrapped them around Sean's face.

"Sean, I'll be back in a few hours. Would you be a darling and wait here, and when I come back I'll continue. I want you to think about how you can help me and Harold get back together. And if the panties are not still on your face by the time I return, there will be big trouble." She said it all as if she was talking to a child, not a 21 year old. He had been reduced to the level of a child though.

She dressed and let herself out. She couldn't believe the night she had had. New Marjorie. She felt powerful, a real sense of control over men. After all, if she could reduce a muscular, if small, 21 year old to nothing but something to stick up her ass and wrap he buttocks around - someone supposedly at his peak - then surely there could me no man superior to her?

She got into the car, thinking about Sean spending the whole day inside her panties. How he would love that - not! She felt young, energised, and alive.

Driving to work, she could feel her moistness. This was crazy. It felt good, but she couldn't spend the rest of her life in such excitement, could she?

She got to work, and took her usual stool on the production line. No surprises, it was already cooking in the place. She would be sweaty today. What a shame for little Sean! She could hardly wait.

Her stool felt like it was being sucked up between her buttocks. Occassionally she would spread her buttocks and concentrate on crushing it. Imagine if it was Sean's face. She imagined relaxing, stretching out her legs after a long day, sitting back and watching tv. What would be on? Maybe a film! She knew what would be on - her ass would be on... Seans face. She felt the excitement again.

But a niggling problem kept creeping into her mind. How would she shut the little creep up? He could sue her, tell everybody, maybe ruin her future chances with Harold.

She was still milling over the problem at lunchtime. She had been at work 4 hours. That was 4 hours of Sean, tied up, waiting. In fear? Plotting? Who would believe him?

She bumped into Ivor. Little creep too. Are all men like that? Recently divorced. Smelly, overweight, ugly, beardy. Strong as an ox, he was one of the storemen used to moving heavy boxes. A little lightbulb came on in her head. Ivor had always tried it on with her. He was in his 50s and deeply unattractive, but she could tell he was experienced from his younger days. She remembered now why he had been divorced - he had been caught cheating on his wife. With another man. She knew that Ivor was absolutely desparate. She winked at him and smiled.

At the end of the long, hot and hard day, she unpeeled herself from the stool and prepared to leave. She knew that her sex could be smelled a mile off, but anyway she made sure to bump into Ivor. It didn;t take much persuading to get him into the car.

She told him about her little friend, and what she planned to do tonight. In fact, Ivor thought this was all a story but it made him very horny. But the idea of a big sexy Marjorie AND a small tied up Sean was to say the least tremendously appealing.

Marjorie made one stop on the way home - to pick up her camera. It was time to set her special plan in motion.

A plan that she hoped would get her and Harold back together, but also guarantee her the feeling of Seans face between her buttocks as often as she liked for ever.

Sitting on Sean's face, Marjorie began to feel an immense release of anger. The routine of giving him air was tiresome, but she felt it was worth it. His humiliation was far from complete.

She sat back against the headboard of the bed. Her legs were stretched out on top of Sean, her thick thighs pressing heavily into him. She had always thought of her buttocks as large and soft, but sitting on Sean's face just now, she realised without any doubt the power they had. Although she appreciated how her weight - especially sitting back like this, luxuriant - must be crushing him heavily, she was not aware of how hard and strong her buttocks felt to Sean. Every time she sat back, her buttocks would gently spread around his face. The sweat, mixed with her juices, and some of Seans saliva when he gasped and tried to breathe, allowed his face to slide up between those huge heavy globes which comfortably (for her) gripped him. Quietly and efficiently the all at once crushed him downwards, gripped the sides of his face and head, promoted a powerful side crushing pressure on either side of his face too. Although the pillow and mattress felt soft to the touch, his head pressed so deep into them under her 20 stones exerted strong pressure on the back of his head. The pillow was wrapped tight under him. The whole effect was that his trapped head was being firmly crushed all around, heavily and powerfully. To Sean, it felt ongoing, each millisecond was like more pressure pounding around him. In fact, and this is how it felt to Marjorie, it was completely still and relaxed, involving no effort from her at all.

And then she would sit up. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. Each time, it amused her that Seans head would remain held by her buttocks when she lifted up, and suddenly pop out then Sean would heave in a breath. Then she'd slowly and royally sit back again, all so easily and so relaxingly. But tiresome to have to give him air!

Thinking about it, the fact that his face was pressed so deeply into her ass that she would lift his head as she lifted up turned her on incredibly. It was a perfect illustration of her power. It took no effort on her part at all, her buttocks actually gripped his head strongly enough that he would be trapped in there. She didn't own his face. Her large, soft, friendly ass did. Her large stomach, breasts, thick thighs and arms, all over big 20 stone body merely served its part in ensuring that the ass could crush Sean as it ate him. That was it - her ass was eating his face. Mmmmmmm, the power. She could feel it to her core.

She wanted to lie back and pleasure herself. In fact, she wanted a man inside her. But there was only Sean.

She turned around wanting to lie back on him, but realised that his head was too near the headboard. She was going to pull him down the bed again, but had a better idea.

Turning around she lay flat on him, with her legs in the air against the headboard. She pressed her feet onto her face, lifted herself up. From this angle she got to see Seans compressed face being pressed downwards. Not as satisfying as her ass though, so she moved forwards. Once again her buttocks hung down, revealing several inches of depth to Sean. Lying flat back on him, already crushing him with her body so that he could not breathe, she spread her buttocks wide, and wondered how that must look to him, looming over him with inevitability. She waited there, trying to decide. Down slow first? Or quick? She moved her ass down very slowly, listening to Sean whimpering. Good - he was looking. And he had worked out not to speak.

Settling her buttocks around his head again, she moved her hand to her crotch and allowed her several moments of fun. It came up within her surprisingly quickly, and lasted for longer than she expected. Involuntarily she arched her back and lifted her ass up, and as she felt Seans face still jammed in there lift up to, then suddenly pop out, she came again. It was totally unexpected and again without thinking, her ass slammed down hard on Seans now battered face. He wasn't expecting it either and it took him by surprise. She lay there for almost too long, smothering Sean for longer than she had before. She needed something inside her, now. There was only one option.

She sat up, bringing her legs back beside her, with her womanhood on Seans face. She turned around, and moved down, sinking Seans disappointingly average but rock hard erection inside her. She leaned back, and saw her panties on the dresser. Good, she thought, Sean can wear them on his face while I ride him.

She placed the panties on his face, and started to ride him hard. Wanting more leverage, she leaned back and put her hands on his face too, pushing him down into the pillow to lift herself up. Then she sat straight up, and would lift up high, then slam down hard. She imagined shrinking Sean, and placing him between her buttocks. Then putting on her tight lycra shorts, and then going for a long cycle ride forever. With a tiny Sean being owned wholly by her buttocks, and crushed entirely into her ass. As she turned around, she imagined wearing him there forever. To help her ride him, she leaned back and put her feet on his face. As she fantasised about a tiny trapped Sean, she continued crushing his face with her big feet, then slamming down on his penis, almost winding him. She didnt care to ride him gently.

Her fantasy moved on. She thought of lying back on his face while her dream lover pounded her on the beach. She thought of her lovers balls sliding over Seans face as she was made love to slowly. This time she knew that it was going to come, she was going to orgasm in style.

But poor Sean could not help himself. All of a sudden, he brought Marjorie back to planet earth, with a moan to remind her that she was riding the little bastard, he suddenly came. He spurted and spurted inside her - she could feel it all flooding in, and then she felt him soften. Her disappointment was crushing, she had been anticipating the greatest orgasm of her life.

She lifted off Sean, and still looking for her orgasm, moved up. Her big heavy thighs around his head. Then her hand gripping round the back of his head.

She slammed his face up into her crotch, hard. His nose sank immediately into her and she ground her clitoris on his forehead. He was in hell, not only smothering and being crushed but suffering the humiliation of his own semen being spread over his face. Her pussy was nasty and wet, and he wanted to gag. She pressed down and ground herself against his face. He didn't offer his tongue but Marjorie didnt feel that she needed it now. Pressing down and continuing to grind, she felt it approaching.

The best things come to those who wait, and Marjorie knew that this would take time to build. She had plenty of time, and Sean really wasnt going to be leaving soon.

When it came she screamed. Her orgasm didn't creep up on her, instead it filled her bones and exploded through her. Sean was showered in her juices and his. It was almost like she was pissing but it was thick and coated his face, and his hair.

All she wanted to do now was relax. She didnt have the energy to move Sean, so she just turned around, and sat her ass down on his face. Stretching her legs out, she sat back so Seans mouth stuck out below her pussy. She leaned back against the headboard and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

For the next hour or so, until Seans alarm clock went off and woke her, she slept.

She didn't need to think about crushing Seans face with her ass. After all, it owned him and not her. And while she slept, she knew that it would happily continue to eat him. Her large buttocks spread around his face, gripping him tight, crushing him, and making sure he could not leave.

Although she could not see him, her large stomach obscuring the view, she could feel all the juices from her womanhood running down from her, and she smiled, knowing that Sean would be well fed tonight.

(The next day... to be continued?)

Marjorie was glad the house backed onto quiet woodland. It was one of the things she had always liked. And now, she liked it more as it meant there would be nobody around to hear Seans shouts whenever she lifted her heavy ass from his face.

After her initial fright about suffocating Sean, she was now becoming less nervous and considerably meaner. After all, theres no better way to punish someone! She began to think how to make it even more exciting.

So far, she had simply spent the best part of 20 minutes sitting back on Sean with her full weight, sometimes spreading her voluminous buttocks around his face, confidently crushing him for short periods with her now very wet panties. Up and down again. Back, lean back a bit more, wait and then hear his gasps.

She stood up. Walking to the end of the bed, she pulled Seans feet so that he was now halfway down the bed. Now she had plenty of room. This would be good, she thought! She straddled Sean, this time facing away from his feet and moved slowly up his body. Eventually (for she was moving very slowly on purpose to see Seans now timid eyes) she was in position, with her thighs around his head. She slammed them together hard and squeezed, looking at Seans squashed face. Then she lifted up and leaned forwards, her large stomach now hiding Seans features from her. Never mind, she thought. She adjusted her position and sat down slowly, feeling his nose press into her wet grey panties. The thrill already!

She happily spent the next 20 minutes just grinding her very wet womanhood into Seans face. But now it was time to remove the panties. She had to slide her feet forwards and lean back to do this, making her buttocks hang down over Seans face. It wasnââ,¬â,,¢t intentional, but she heard his moan ââ,¬Å"Noooooââ,¬Â. It hadnââ,¬â,,¢t even occurred to her, and she imagined how her massive ass must look from this angle above Sean. How exciting!

Very slowly, she lowered her buttocks down around his face. This time it was different, deep and slow, her soft buttocks touching the sides of his face, then yielding to it and gently moving around holding him in place. With her feet in front of her, she didnââ,¬â,,¢t realise that her weight was already crushing and smothering Sean. She hadnââ,¬â,,¢t even begun to shift her weight onto him and sit properly, which was her plan. The downward motion of her ass very slowly continued ââ,¬â€œ she liked the delay, the excitement and the intrepidation.

She began to settle her buttocks around his face. Still leaning back on her hands, she sat forwards slightly and became aware that her buttocks were touching the bed ââ,¬â€œ Seans head was squashed right into the middle of the soft mattress. Sitting up further, the weight on Sean increased dramatically as she lifted her hands. To complete the position, she stretched her legs out.

After releasing Sean from her ass prison for air, and then sitting on his face like this again several times, Marjorie laid back and spread her buttocks around his face. Then she took the opportunity to pleasure herself while Sean was trapped helplessly so deep between her buttocks.

But what was this? Leaning back, she suddenly realised that Sean had an erection! Well ââ,¬â€œ he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t supposed to be enjoying himself at all. Turning around, she sat facing his feet and sat down heavily again. She leaned forwards and gave his balls a nasty squeeze. And again. She had a good idea. She sat back on his face, happy in the knowledge that her 20st frame was punishing him despite his erection, stretched out her legs and started to crush his balls very hard with her feet. She couldnââ,¬â,,¢t hear a sound from him but he was feeling every moment. His head was compressed and crushed into the mattress under her. His balls ached painfully. He could feel her wriggling. Although he felt subdued, he felt anger. He was desperate to escape and to punish her.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Marjorie couldnt believe that she was sitting on Seans face! She was sitting sideways, having just tied his wrists together and the leaning down to tie another belt around his ankles. How he tried to struggle! But she had no real difficulty.

Now was the hard part. She wanted to humiliate the little bastard, and incredibly was sitting on his face now. But she was scared to get up. How will he shout? She didnt know if she could cope! She sat, thinking, but not realising the effect that her huge ass was having on Sean right at this moment! Not having sat on somebody's face before, it didnt really occur to her that not only could he not breathe, but her 20st solid weight was really compressing and crushing Seans head painfully. She did notice his struggles weakening, and with a sudden realisation jumped off his face!

As soon as she did, her resolve hardened again. Endless spiteful nasty phrases poured out of Seans mouth and straight into Marjorie's heart, about her size, her relationship with Harold, her life, and how she smelled! Hurt to the very bone, any sympathy, empathy, or gentleness she might have felt was extinguished. Leaving only the desire to hurt and humiliate Sean, and avenge herself.

"Shut up, you little twerp!" she announced. But - not realising his true predicament, he said "shut it yourself fatass! Untie me now - do as I say!" Her reaction was to straddle his chest and kneel with her feet either side of his face. "Get off me bitch!" He shouted - unwisely. She leaned back slightly, and at the same time switched on the bedside lamp. Sean was immediately treated to the sight of her soft, grey and very stained panties inches from his face. He also suddenly noticed the smell! How did it escape him?

She leaned back further so that the material was against his nose. "Fuck you!" he tried to snort, and turned his head to the side. Marjorie wanted this to be especially 'special' and gripped his head with her hand, forcing him to look straight up. She manouvered her feet into position, and painfully crushed the balls of her bare heels against his cheeks, now trapping him into facing up. Then, ignoring his shouts, she very slowly leaned back, savouring the feeling of his face approaching. She could feel the heat from his skin, and then the tip of his nose! She waited there a few moments in her own world, imagining how much Sean must be hating this.

"Sean, do you have anything to say to me?" she asked, expecting this to be enough for him to apologise. "What the fuck! Get off! You stink! Get your fat a...."
That was a mistake. She leaned back, feeling his face press between her buttocks. Then she pressed back slightly harder, squashing his face into her soft ass. Not yet satisfied, she sat down even more, compressing him deeper. The anger welled up in her, and she sat her 20 stone frame fully back on his face.

Her imagination was working overtime! The feelings moving through her surprised her completely. She noticed the sweat on her thighs, then realised that it was also her moisture that was actually running out and down towards her ass, and Sean's chin.

Oh! Air! With a jump she lifted off. That was great, but could it be better? She reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. Then - very slowly - she sat back again. Her full weight around little Sean's face. She then squeezed her buttocks around that little bastard's head. They almost reached round his ears! The rest of him was crushed into the bed. He could hardly be seen. This was fantastic!

She leaned back and concentrated on that feeling. Such power! The control! She knew this was going to be a long night!

I didn't write this. I got this off another website, and I thought if would fit right in here.


BBW stepmothers revenge

Part 1

It was the last straw. Harold had finally decided to leave her, and it was all down to that prat - his son. After Harold's wife left him, Marjorie fell in love and they moved in together. There was one big problem, his son, Sean. Sean had never liked Marjorie because of her size and he used every opportunity to drive her away. Despite being 21 and having moved out, he was still tha apple of his fathers eye. Finally he had persuaded Harold that Marjorie, at 20 stone and 6 foot tall, was not suitably demure, petite ot easy to control. And Harold had eventually given in, choosing his son over her.

Marjorie was not at all pleased. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, however, she decided she would take a nasty revenge on Sean. He had always made fun of her huge ass, pretending it smelt (how juvenile!) and when he discovered that she was size 22 and that her ass was over 50 inches around, he told everyone, humiliating Marjorie. Now she planned to humiliate him.

Her preparations were thorough. They simply involved wearing the same panties, day in, day out, and at night, for a week. And not taking any showers. Incredibly, the thought of what she was going to do made her very horny, and wearing the same underwear constantly served to remind her, which, constantly kept her excited and damp. And of course, this made her panties smell even stronger. She had selected an especially sad pair of grey cotton panties. After toying with silk she decided that the less appealing she looked - and stained grey cotton panties definitely wouldnt appeal to Sean - the better.

The day came that Harold was due go away for a business trip. Marjorie knew that the house would be empty except for Sean. She sat in her own lounge, anxiously sitting and getting herself mentally ready, persuading herself to go over and do it. She knew that Sean would be home around 7pm, and at 8pm she thought of going. 9pm - could she really do it? 10pm she should go now! 11pm How could she do that? Finally at midnight she got into the car, and parked outside Harold's. She could see the lounge light on, and she watched and waited. At almost 2am, the lounge light switched off (probably watching porno movies, that brat, she thought!) and a while later the bedroom light was switched off too. Her excitement was tremendous. She had always been ladylike, and this kind of thing was most unlike her. But she was angry as anything and wanted revenge.

She sneaked into the house, opening and closing the door quietly. She tiptoed up to Seans room and looked over at him in the bed, sleeping. She let her skirt fall to the ground and felt more excitement. Rubbing herself gently, she watched Sean, still trying to make up her mind.

And then, unbelievably (to her) she wandered over to the bed, turned herself round, and stood at the side of the bed with her ass looming large over Seans head.

Oh! She suddenly thought she might need something to restrain Sean. Luckily, she knew exactly what to do, and went over to his wardrobe, where she borrowed a couple of thick leather belts. Then almost without thinking, she moved back to the bed, sat down heavily on Seans face, and reached down to grab both his wrists.

Of course, he woke up suddenly, not knowing what was happening except that there was some huge weight crushing his head back deep into the pillow - and into the bed! He couldnt move or turn, and someone was trying to grip his wrists. And he struggled! But for all his struggles, and with the element of surprise, he soon found his wrists, and then his ankles, securely fastened.

Now was the time for the fun to begin!

"Whats wrong" I asked him

"Well your opponent hasn't showed up and its seams she isn't going to."
Shawn said as he looked at me in a dissappointing matter.

"Well than looks like I'll be making my own match then." I growled as
I made my way to the ring. I was pissed I love crushing the little
bitches the put up against me. I walked down the ramp and saw the
wrestling match going on between Rebecca and some other little girl
Rebeccas size. It was a straight up wrestling match, I was really pissed
now and had decided to flatten both girls as I made my way in to the ring.

"Hey you aren't part of this match." complained the girl I didn't know as
I grabbed her from behind lifting her way up over my head. "Let me go
you big fat bitch."

"OK" I growled at the rotton little girl as I moved her in position, with
her head between my legs. I then procedded to piledrive her into the mat.
I got up looked for Rebecca it seamed she had high tailed it, as I
couldn't see her any where. Too bad for this little skank I thought as I
picked her up over my head and power bombed her into the mat.

"Big Beth, Big Beth!" the crowd was now chanting as I destroyed this
skinny little ho. I picked her up and leaned her against the turnbuckle,
and then splashed her flattening her into the courner. The girl fell flat
on her ass and that set her up perfectly for my next move. I turned around
backed up and squatted as I gave the skank a stink face. Her entire head
dissappeared up my huge wide fat ass, as I grinded my ass on her face.

"Do you give up?" I asked the skank as I walked to the middle of the ring,
and starred at the barely conscouis girl.

"Yes!" the little ho quickly replied. "Please don't hurt me any more."

"To bad this isn't a match." I laughed as I walked over to her lifting
her over my head and suplexing her. I then climbed the turnbuckle and
frog splashed the little ho, I knocked the air out of her and was
loving every minute. Normally I never got to do anything like this, as
Shawn didn't want my massive wieght on the girls, with the hard mat under
them.

I got up and looked down at the flattened ho who was now out cold, I then
proceeded to my dressing room to change and hurry off to the walkway I
had a few different shoes I wanted to try on. Ofcourse I also wanted
to spend a little time with the druken old man.

I reached my dressing room and the place was a mess, some one had been
in here searching through my personal possessions. It had to be the same
person who had been watching me yesterday, who could it be and what did
they want?

I headed out side and into the park wondering who was stalking me and why?
I remember feeling as though someone was watching me as early as the other
day when I was trampling the drunken old man in the park. Good god could
he have had a friend in those bushes who saw me? was they gonna turn me in
or exact some other kind of revenge?

My thoughts wondered as I walked down the path toward the Walk Way and the
drunken old man, soon two colledge students came into view sitting on the
old mans bench. My heart sunk I felt so robbed and disappointed, the
drunken old man should have been there. Instead these two TSU students sat
on the bench, as I got closer I could see thier name tags. The first girl
was Donna she was 21 years old 6.2ft 210lbs 40DD-28-44 with thick black
hair. The second was Danielle she was 20 years old 5.7ft 132lbs 34C-20-34
with long silky black hair.

"Ohhhnnngg!" I heard a groan over by Donna only to realise she was sitting
on the old mans chest and Danielle was sitting on his stomach. My spirits
lifted and I watched as they just stared at me wondering what I was going
to do.

"Do you mind if I have a seat?" I asked pointing at the old mans face.

"Sure go ahead." said Donna as she moved a little to make room for my big
fat ass. "Besides he probaly wants you to."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned and sat down on the old mans face,
I could feel the whole bench buckling under my wieght and knew it would
not hold for long.

"Well earlier when I asked him if he would sit up so we could rest here.
He told us that sweet sexy girls like us shouldn't sit on the hard bench
and to just sit right on him." explained Danielle as she heard the bench
start creaking.

"Hey I'm headed to the Walk Way." I smiled as I looked at the bending bars
of the bench. "Wanna come?"

"Actually that's where we're going." stated Donna as the bench started
groaning under our combined wieght. "But it would be fun to go all
together"

"Yeah we could teach that perverted loser a lesson he won't soon forget."
giggled Danielle as she bounced a couple times on the old mans stomach.

I sat there and thought about it, our combined wieght was nearly 800 lbs
and that might be too much for Amandas boyfriend. If we all went together
I knew we would get excited and that would probably serouisly hurt Amandas
boyfriend.

KKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!

The bench collapsed and we all came crashing down on the old man I felt
his skull crack under my ass as I slammed down on it with extra force
from the fall. I looked over at the other girls and they were giggling as
if the funniest possible thing had happened.

"I think I just broke all his ribs." giggled Donna as she tried to get up
and fell back down heavily on the old mans ribs.

I got up and looked down at the old mans face he was still alive but he
was in agony and most likely close to death. As I stood there Danielle got
up and walked over stepping up on to his face, giggling the whole time.

"Um I think I'll be going." I mentioned as I turned to go to the Walk Way.
As I turned I noticed A dog lying in the grass 20 feet down the path
watching us. As I walked toward the Walk Way I got closer to the dog, but
it jumped up and ran away. I had no idea why the dog was laying there
watching us but it spooked me a little.

I turned around to see that niether of the two colledge girls had took
notice to my leaving and were still having fun with the drunken old man.
I watched as Donna stepped up onto the old mans face with Danielle and
they both started bouncing on his face, suddenly the drunken old mans
head exploded under them and they stood there on the pavement laughing
hysterically.

I was disgusted, even I had limits and these two well they obvouisly did
not. I wasn't sure what to do, so I decided that I would forget about
the whole thing. I could not go to the Walk Way anymore knowing thats
where they would be going, so I had to go some where else.

"See ya in the store." giggled Donna as she walked past me on the right.

"Yeah we got a student waiting for us!" giggled Danielle as she passed me
on the left.

Both girls headed down the path to the Walk Way as I had decided to go
some where else. I remembered that other girl Kelly had said wonderland
was having a party tonight. I guess I would be arriving early, maybe I
could get the first shot at some of the entertainment!

"You know if this was her." said Amanda as she walked over and stepped up
beside me on to his chest. I looked down at him and he looked like he was
already dead. "I'd jump up and down on the bitch and squash her real
good."

I stood there on his stomach, with Amanda beside me on his chest. Amanda
gave me a wink and on a silent count to three we both jumped. We both came
crashing down onto him, so hard it blew the tape off his mouth as any and
all air in him was forced out.

"Yeah and I'd stomp her crotch." I said as I stomped down hard on his
crotch.

"Yeah and I'd kick her in the face." smiled Amanda as she kicked him in
the face.

"Yeah and then I'd jump again." I laughed as I jumped up in to the air
crashing down on to his stomach. Amanda had stepped off him and was down
by his face, as I stood on his stomach.

"Get off him," cried Amanda " We got too carried away."

I stepped off him and looked down at him, with the tape removed he was
breathing, all be it just barely. I looked at Amanda as she tended to
his wounds, she really seemed to love him. Too bad I couldn't find such
love.

"Well I gotta get going if you'd just ring me up, and let me out." I said
as I walked toward the register.

"Yeah." said Amanda as she rung me out and walked me to the front door.

I left as Amanda locked the doors behind me, I was now going to go home
for the night. As I started walking I could hear some one else around
me, I wasn't sure where or who, but some one was watching me."

The next mourning I went to work with no encounters, I was dissapointed
that no one got to feel my wieght in the park today. I would have loved to
meet that little wench whose hand I crushed the other day, her other hand
was still fine, and ripe for standing on. As I made my way to my dressing
room, all I could think about was Amanda's boy friend. I wanted to trample
him some more today, guess I'll be buying some more shoes. I finally
reached my dressing room put my purple unitard on and headed to the
waiting room, where I saw Rebecca talking to some girl I had never seen
before.

The girl was pretty big herself although half my size, I wondered if she
might be a new wrestler. She was 24 years old 6.1ft 215lbs 38F-26-44 with
red hair. As I took a seat while the two talked in low voices, Shawn came
and got Rebecca for her wrestling match. The other woman turned to leave
when she saw me, and walked over to where I sat.

"Hello I'm Kelly and I would like to invite you to a party I'm having
at wonderland tonight." said the woman as she smiled at me. "I'm sure you
would love to see the entertainment."

"Did you invite Rebecca?" I asked her as she smiled looking at the clock
on the wall.

"Well sort of," replied Kelly as she turned toward the hall way. "She's
going to be some of the entertainment. Well I must be on my way, so I'll
see you there."

Kelly walked off toward the exit as Shawn came into the room and looked
a little displeased with something. I stood up and walked over to him,
wondering what kind of bad news he had for me.

I walked back down the path toward the man, his legs were facing me so I
walked right between them and stopped. I looked around once more and the
area was clear, so I stepped up onto his gut. My 4 inch heel sunk into
his fat old gut and it amused me, this was the first time I had ever
trampled some one. Well at least out side the mud pit, but my excitement
was deminished as I realised he was drunk and had passed out.

"You sick old man!" I hissed down at him, knowing it went to death ears.
Then I stepped foward onto his stomach watching myself sink in even
further, if only he was awake, I could hear his agony. I stood there for
a momment and then stepped up onto his chest, I could feel his old man
ribs creaking and groaning under my wieght as they bent.

I looked down at his still unconscouis body, at least I knew he would be
in alot of pain when he woke up. I used my left foot to kick his face to
the side and then stepped up onto his head. I don't no if it was my
imagination or not but I could have sworn his head actually bent in under
my wieght. I stood there on his head for a good minute, as I felt it
get even flatter.

I finally stepped off and back on to his chest, I did this a little fast
and I heard a crack come from his rib cage. A big smile lite up my face,
as I thought about how much that would hurt him when he woke up. I stood
there wondering wether or not I should jump, but I decided against it as
I would rather he be awake to feel the pain.

I stepped down on to his stomach and the his gut, where I stopped staring
down at his crotch. Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes to my
right and I was totally scared I froze right where I stood, was some one
watching me? I stood there staring at the bushes waiting for someone to
show them selves, I knew I was in big trouble!

"Is somebody there!" I hollered lightly as I watched the bushes for any
sighns of movement. Suddenly a pigeon flew up out of the bushes and into
the sky. "Damn pigeon, I oughta crush you for scaring me like that!"

My nerves were really tensed now and I just wanted to get out of here,
before I was caught. I stepped foward and felt something go squish, I
looked down and saw that I was standing on the old mans groin. I must
have stepped on one of his testicles and smushed it, from the feeling
under my shoe there couldn't be much left.

"Damn it!" I cried as I continued walking down the path to the Walk way.
"I wish he was awake to feel that, guess I'll have to make sure I come
by this way tommorrow."

I looked over my shoulder and the old man still just laid there in the
path. I felt so good so aroused, from trampling him and I wanted a person
to crush who was awake. All I wanted was a man tied down before me, so
I could crush him under me. Listening to his screams while I stomped him,
I guess any one foolish enough to be tied down in my way, would be in for
the trampling of a life time.

I walked into the store, I was here all the time and had a large shoe
selection. Suddenly some little girl in a cheerleader out fit and silicone
breasts smashed into me and kept on walking.

"Watch it you cow." hissed the cheerleader as she headed out of the store.

I ignored her and continued on my way until I reached my favorite
department in the back courner, where Amanda worked. Amanda was 21 years
old 5.7ft 144lbs 36D-26-36 and worked here as a shoe sales lady. Although
I must admit, she was really no good, but I liked her any way.

"Hey Bethany you here pretty late." Amanda said as she looked at me with
a comforting smile. "What can I do for you.?"

"It's so good to see you again." I said as I looked over at the
clogs selection. "I'd like a pair of those, and I'll be on my way"

"Ok here you go." said Amanda as she handed me the clogs. "Hey do you
want to try out our new walk way?"

"A new walk way?" I wondered as I sat down on the bench and put my clogs
on. "Where is it?"

"Right over here." said Amanda as she lead me around the courner. I was
so surprised to see a man I'd never seen before tied down to the ground
before me. It was like my prayers were going to come true.

"I'm gonna crush him." I growled as I could no longer contain my desiree
to detroy him under my wieght. I looked down at the man he was 21 years
old 5.5ft and 120 pounds. He really was kinda small as I looked at him
his face went flush with fear.

"No,!" yelled Amanda as she grabbed my arm, "Be gentle your way bigger
then he would ever let trample him. He's my boy friend and I don't want
you destroying him. Fact is I don't think anyone would let you trample
them, so I want you to see what it's like."

"Ok I'll be good." I smiled as my excitement dissapatated, if only Amanda
knew what things I had done today. I then put one foot on to his stomach
and started stepping down, his stomach was going splat under my foot and
I could practically feel his guts. I looked over at Amanda and she had an
expression of curiosity on her face as she watched me step on to her
little boy friend. I had finally stepped all the way up onto his stomach,
which seamed to sink down about 4 inches, until I really was standing on
his guts. Ofcourse I'm sure that was just my imagination, but still.

His head looked like it was going to explode, and I was only standing
on my stomach. I knew my wieght was just too much, his face was
turning red and he could obvoiusly not breath. I Then stepped up on to his
chest, and his ribs bent so much under my wieght I was amazed that they
didn't snap like twigs. It was clear to me that I was the largest woman to
ever trample him. This alone made me wet, it was my dream, I wanted so bad
to just crush him. Why'd Amanda have to use some one she cared about.

"Hey Amanda it's time to close," said some woman as she appeared from
between aisles looking over at me standing on Amandas boy friend. "I'm
sorry miss but you'll have to come back tommorrow." She started to head
back the way she came, as she stopped and turned around. "Oh yeah, Amanda
if your new walk way isn't operational tommorrow, you can kiss your job
good bye."

"Ok, I'll finish here and close the store." said Amanda as the woman
headed off toward the front doors.

"I sure wish it was that bitch I was standing on." I stated as I
looked over at Amanda. His face was turning purple and I could feel
his feeble attempt to breath, all I had to do was just stand here and he
would die. I then stepped over on to his stomach as I didn't want to upset
Amanda who was now completely pissed off.

Found this story on another board, thought it was worth putting up here.




My name is Bethany and I am a very Big girl, and I always have been.
I'm 28 years old, 6.8ft tall, 425lbs 48JJ-38-56 and shoulder length wavy
strawberry red hair. Any way I live sort of a secret life, for I have a
severe lust for crushing things under my extreme wieght. I mean all my
things are often destroyed by my wieght, for instance all of my furniture
has broken arms. I have never had a boyfriend and I've always been lonely,
but I have finally had enough it's time for this world to face me and my
needs.

I made my way through the park like I did every day on my way to work. It
was a beautiful day, as I walked along the same tarred path I did every
day. However this time a young couple was sitting along the side on the
grass.

"Wow look at that thing." said the man as he looked up at me, and then
over to his skinny flat chested little girlfriend.

"Ewww she is so fat and ugly." said the woman as she repositioned her self
to look at her boyfriend more then me.

I was walking by when she repositioned herself, and her right hand landed
on the tar three steps in front of me. I looked down and with the way I
was feeling, and with what the couple had said I couldn't help myself. I
stepped foward with my right foot in its four inch high heel and stepped
down on her hand.

"Excuse me" I said as I began to step down on the skanks little hand, I
could feel it getting flatter as I stpped down.

The little skank screached in pain as I stopped with one foot on her hand
and the other in the air. I loved the feeling as I felt her hand being
crushed under me, I could feel and hear the bones in her hand bending
and breacking.

"What's wrong honey?" the man asked his woman as he tried to comfort her.

But the woman didn't answer she still just screamed and tears were
rolling down her eyes. The pain I was causing her aroused me in a way,
I could only get from crushing things. The man still didn't understand
what was happening as I bounced on her hand feeling it snap and crackle
under my foot.

The woman let out another high pitched scream, and I just kept standing
there enjoying myself, as the little wench suffered under my wieght.
Finally her boyfriend realised what was going on and stood up.

"Miss your standing on her hand." whimpered the man as he noticed that he
only stood nipple to eye with me. I looked down between my mammoth breasts
and starred at him looking back up at me. I liked people who were average
size or smaller, they never dared to fight me, I was just to much bigger.

"Oh I'm so sorry." I smiled as I stepped off her hand and continued
walking to work, looking over my shoulder to see the skank clutching her
right hand and curling up in a ball.

I couldn't wait to get to work, becuase it was the one place I got to
sqaush little people, and no one thought any thing of it. Being a female
wrestler at the mud pit was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I mean how great is it to be paid to do the very thing you love most of
all.

I mean just yesterday I was wrestling this little 5.1 woman who didn't
even wiegh 100 pounds. I crushed her into the mud as she stayed under me
during the entire 30 minute match. I just wish they would allow more
then just 30 minute matches, I enjoyed crushing her but I wanted more
time to do so.

I finally reached the Mud Pit, which actually had five different arenas
in it, including a wrestling ring. I was shocked to see so many people,
what was going on here today that would bring such a crowd. I quickly
went to my dressing room and got prepared for my match against an unknown
opponent.

I had my purple unitard on as I walked barefoot down the hall toward the,
back stage waiting room. It was here that I all ways waited for the match
maker to come and inform me about my match. As I enetered the room I saw
a good friend of mine and an opponent wrestler I had sqaushed many times.
Rebecca was a little tiny woman who loved being crushed, she stood only
5.1 feet tall at 37 years old and wieghed 92 pounds. Her stick figure
body was hard to describe as anything else, at 30AA-19-30 and crew cut
straw blonde hair.

"So you getting used to me, yet?" I asked her as I walked in the room and
sat down on one of the big fluffy recliners.

"Not really," said Rebecca as she looked at me kinda scared. "I just hope
I don't have a match with any one big today, I'm still in pain from the
sqaushing you gave me yesterday."

"Since I started here we've had five matches, and you're still not use to
me." I said as I looked her over noticing several bruises on her.

"Well you are a lot bigger then me and you get carried away easily."
explained Rebecca trying to defend her pried. "I do like having you on
me but sometimes you go to far."

"Yeah that's what I like about you, rather then just giving in like all
the other little wrestlers here. you actually fight back until the end
of the 30 minute match." I said smiling at her as I suddenly noticed the
Match Maker walk into the room. His name was shawn and he was 30 years
old, 6.1ft 215lbs had a big strong figure and golden blonde hair just a
couple inches long.

"Alright Bethany, your opponent is in the ring waiting for you." said
Shawn as he motioned for me to follow him. I waved bye to Rebecca and
followed Shawn to the ring as I did everyday. I walked down the ramp and
to the pudding arena, there stood my foe, standing knee deep in pudding.
She was probably a model from the look of it, she was 21 years old 5.9ft
110lbs 34DD-20-34 with perfect blonde hair.

"The following match is a 10 minute pudding match between the 110 pound
Shania and her opponent wieghing in at 425lbs BIG BETH!" annouced Shawn
as he rung the bell, starting the timer and match.

"Noooo." moaned Shania as she saw me and quivered, I walked over to her
and bumped her with my belly. Shania flew five feet through the air and
landed flat on her ass in the pudding. I took this oppertunity to do a
belly flop on her.

"Splat,!" I laughed mocking the busty little model as I came crashing
down on her, pudding flying every where. I laid there on her crushing
her smothering her down in to the pudding, and releshing the fact that she
was being destroyed under me.

I got up and stood over her as she looked up into my eyes, I smiled at her
and then ass dropped right down onto her big fake tits. I was hoping I
Would burst them but I didn't, I did how ever send Shania to a level of
pain I'm sure her tight little body had never expierenced.

"Please no more." begged Shania as I got up off her, I looked at the clock

and we still had five minutes to go. I was glad this wasn't a 30 minute
match cause I could never make my self let her last that long. I knew
from the past that we would only be paid if we both could last as long as
the time limit.

"Ok" I agreed as I grabbed her by the shoulders standing her up, time for
a different attack. I grabbed the back of Shanias head and pulled it deep
into my huge cleavage, I then arched my back and pulled Shania up off the
floor. Shania was dangling by her head, which had dissappeared between
my big meaty breasts, and her body lay limp on my big fat belly. I stood
there smothering here in my fat sweaty pudding covered cleavage, for the
next four minutes.

"Finish her, Big Beth!" the audience hollered with excitement, trying
to encourage me as the last minute arrived. I was so aroused now that
there was no way I was not going to finish this model off for good. I
tossed Shania down in to the pudding and climbed up the 8 foot wall that
each arena had sorrounding it, I looked down at the little model and was
so aroused I was on the edge of having an orgasm.

"8 foot body splash!" I yelled to the crowd as I jumped off the wall and
fell through the air landing with a huge thud and pudding flying up over
the wall and on to the crowd, who was now giving me a standing appluase.
I landed on the little model so hard, I felt her ribs crack, her
implants burst, and I knocked her out cold. I just laid there on her
squashing her even more as I had a breath taking orgasm, I Just loved
feeling things go splat under me escpesccially living things!

The match had ended, and I went back to my dressing room to cleanup, and
as all ways my opponent was hauled of on a stretcher to the hosspitol. I
had made 100 dollars for that match and wouldn't need to do anything until
tommorrow.

With my hundred dollars I decided I wanted to go buy myself some new
shoes. There was only one place I ever shopped for shoes, and that was at
the Walk Way. As I made my way to the store, I had to pass through the
town park, and pass an old man who was homeless and always bothered me.

I walked down the pathway and saw him up ahead, lying on a park bench. He
had a bottle of wiskey wrapped in a brown paper back, in his hand dangling
off the bench. He must be drunk and that ment he would really harress me,
but today if he did I would be prepared for him.

I reached the bench the 65 year old man laid on and was soon past it as
he seamed to be asleep. I felt such dissapointment he had bothered me so
many times and I just wanted to smash him, so bad. As I walked on, I heard
a thud and the bottle breacking behind me. I turned around and saw that he
had rolled over and fell off the bench, he now laid directly in the path.

"Oh crud!" I said looking around to see if anyone else was watching, but
no one was any where to be seen. "I must have dropped it back there." In
case any one was around I wanted them to believe I was going over to look
for something.

"We thought you'd say that." Jess said, sneaking a knowing look at
her sister. "Why don't you sit down on the couch, and we'll head off
the to our bedrooms to try on our first outfits."

"Sounds good to me." said Sammy. He sat down, and watched his two
Aunts as they walked off into one of the bedrooms. He sat there
memorized, not at the lucky night he was in for, but at the sight of
these two beautifully gigantic women from behind. He had always
noted the size of his Aunts butts, but there was something special
about them tonight. Little did he know that his Aunts were putting a
little sway to their walk for him.

After what felt like an enterity of watchful lust, the two big
girls finally made it into the bedroom. Sammy was left to his
imagination. He knew his Aunts had gone out shopping for the summer
season. Which could only mean one thing, in his mind, bathing suits!

"Boy, did you see the look on his face? I thought we'd have to
pick up his jaw off the floor with a spatchular." Dawn said,
laughing.

"I know, I was thinking, `Girl, you just rocked this boy's
world.'" Jessica said. "Well, lets not keep him waiting, he might
try to break down the door." And with that, both girls broke up with
laughter.

They figured on trying out the one piece suits first. Not wanting
to blow their load (or rather his) on the first shot. So after a
good amount of wiggling, and shaking of their massive bodies, they
had the bathing suits on.

"This feels nice. A little tight on the butt though." Jessica
said.

"Well, anything would be tight on that butt, girl." Dawn answered
back playfully.

"Shut up!" Jessica said with a grin. "Ok, here we goââ,¬Â¦"

"Wow, you two look amazing!" Sammy said, staring up at their
bodies. The bathing suits seem to have been painted on them, it was
so tight. Jessica was wearing a sky-blue number, with a low chest
strap, which gave off a good deal of cleavage. But Jessica's was
nothing in comparison to Dawn's. Dawn was wearing an all black one
piece, with her massive breasts sticking straight out in front of
her. Sammy mused for a minute about how much shoulder strength she
must process to keep her from falling right on her face with the
weight of them.

"So, I'm guessing you like them." Dawn said with a sly smile.

"But, how can you be so sure Sam, you haven't even seen them from
the back." said Jessica.

"Uhhhââ,¬Â¦yeah! I mean, yeah. You two better let me see them from the
back. To make sureââ,¬Â¦that um they fit correctly and all." stuttered
Sammy

The two sisters gave each other a quick smile, then slowly turned
around, presenting Sammy with their immense butts. Sammy was sitting
a mere two feet away from these incredibly sexy women, both of whom
were presenting their bodies for his inspection. He has to be the
luckiest guy on the planet. Jessica's ass was much, much larger than
Dawns. Its pushed her bathing suits to its very limits. Even though
it may have looked like the skinny one by comparison, it was obvious
that Dawn's butt was quite a marvel itself.

While Sammy sat their in what seemed to be his own little
wonderland, staring at these two elephantine asses, Jessica and Dawn
were looking behind themselves, at him.

"Wow, look at him. It's like he's in his own little world,"
whispered Dawn, taking her eyes off Sammy to look at her sister.

Jessica turned her head to meet her sisters eyes, "I know. Like we
hypnotized him or something."

"More like hippotized him," remarked Dawn, who then started
giggling. Just as the two women were enjoying their little laugh,
Jessica suddenly felt a hand rub her butt.

"What the hellââ,¬Â¦!" Jessica spun around, as did Dawn who was wearing
a perplexed look on her face. Meanwhile Sammy was sitting there
looking up like a little school boy who got caught passing notes in
class.

"What happened?" asked Dawn.

"I'll tell you what, this little punk just grabbed my ass!" shot
back Jessica.

"What?! Did you do that, Sammy?" asked Dawn.

"Iââ,¬Â¦yââ,¬Â¦yes. I did. I'm sorry. Really, I didn't even realize what I
was doing, I would never ââ,¬Â¦"

"Would never what?! Touch such a fat cow like us? Is that what?"
yelled Jessica.

Dawn was taken back at her sister's sudden anger, and it wasn't
till Jessica gave her a quick wink that she realized that her sister
was merely playing with the skinny boy. And from the looks of it,
Sammy was buying it hook line and sinker. He had a look of complete
horror on his face.

"Noââ,¬Â¦ not at all, I would love toââ,¬Â¦I meanââ,¬Â¦waitââ,¬Â¦.I," it took a lot of
restraint to keep from laughing at the stuttering of this little guy.

"I know you'd love to feel our butts. You love our bodies, don't
you? Go ahead, say it. You love this," Jessica finished off her
statement with a grab and shake of her fat belly.

"Yes. I love your bodies. I love your fatness. Andââ,¬Â¦and your butts.
You two are the sexiest women I have ever seen." Sammy said in a
dejected way.

"We have always known Sam. Do you really think you get away with
checking us out all the time? Don't you realize we can tell your
staring at us, at our butts, or our/my chest?" asked Dawn.

"Sammy, look at me. It's ok. Iââ,¬Â¦we actually like that about you.
That's why we even put on this little fashion show for you in the
first place," said Jessica.

"Really, that's great! But, what now? I mean, are you still gonna
baby-sit me?" asked Sammy.

"Oh, sure we are. In fact, now that we're all clear on how we
feel, now your going to get really baby-sat." Jessica said with an
mischievous grin.

"What do you meaââ,¬Â¦" Sammy was cut short by what happened next.
Quicker than he would have ever imagined, Jessica spun around, with
her backside now just a few feet from his face. Then with out
another wasted movement, she just plopped right down on his lap.

"Ooofmmmââ,¬Â¦" was the only sound Sammy was able to make as all the air
rushed out of him. Jessica was not squarely on his lap, almost
completely covering him from sight. His entire waist, stomach,
chest, and thighs were enveloped in Jessica's rolls of fat. All that
Dawn was able to see from him out from under her sis was his legs
from the knees down (in the middle of Jessica's legs) and Sammy's
red face on Jessica's behind right shoulder.

"My god, Jess, its like your butt swallowed him!" Dawn said
breaking out in giggles, from which her belly and huge heaving
breasts bounced and shaked.

"This feels so amazing. I can feel him squiring under me. I must
say its making me soââ,¬Â¦so horny," exclaimed Jessica. "Really Dawn, you
just have to try this," said Jess as she started to give Sammy a fem
small bounces.

"Ppppleasee, Iââ,¬Â¦can breatheââ,¬Â¦" muttered Sammy.

"Well, we can't have you dying on us, can we Dawn?" said Jessica
getting up from the couch.

As Sammy felt the enormous weight of the fat girl lifting off him,
he could felt his lungs filling up with air once again. He was still
wheezing when he heard Dawn say "Lets take him to the bedroom."

"Pleaseââ,¬Â¦not more squashing. Not tonight anyway, I'm tooââ,¬Â¦" but once
again he was cut off from finishing. This time it was from the two
girls grabbing him and lifting him right off the couch as if he was
a bag of potatoes. Dawn had him by his ankles with Jessica holding
with her arms across his armpits.


"Listen, guys I' sorry ok. I mean look it was funny you sitting on
me like that, yeah, but I'm serious I can't take anymore of that. It
hurt, and I could feel my chest compacting. I reallyââ,¬Â¦"

"Well Jessica, I guess that mean you were doing it right." Dawn
said, cracking up the two girls.

"Listen little man, we know it hurts, we know you can't breathe
while its happening, but guess what? I loved it. And soon, Dawns
gonna love it. See, its gonna happen. Your gonna get squashed real
good tonight." Jessica said menacingly.

By that time they had made it to Jessica's bedroom. Still holding
him side by side, the girls stopped at the foot of the bed and
counted to 3. On 3 they tossed him on the bed. Sammy tried to
quickly scramble off the bed, but was stopped cold by Dawn, who did
a jumping belly flop on him. Because of how Sammy was moving when
she landed, She was laying on him in an X shape. Her massive belly
was flattening down his stomach, but that was the only part of her
really on him. She lifted herself off him slightly, reliving the
pressure so she could make her move. Using her arms for leverage,
she positioned herself so that she was laying completely on him. Due
to her advanced height, Sammy's head and face was buried squarely in
her enormous tits. He was able to breathe due to the little space
left in her cleavage. Dawn could feel the air rushing in and out on
her breasts. It was an immediate turn-on.

"That's it girl, hold him down. I've got an idea," said Jessica.
Jessica headed towards the closet, and started digging away, looking
for something to use to tie Sammy down.

"You were sooo right girl. This is an amazing feeling. I can't
believe we never tried this before." Dawn said. Basically talking to
the huge swinging butt of her sister.

"Ok, got'em. We'll use my old scarves to tie him to the bed post."

"Good idea. That way we won't have to bust our butts holding him
down." Dawn answered back.

"Believe me girl. The only thing that's gonna be busted by the end
of tonight is him," Jessica said laughing.

Dawn shifted her weight, and the trapped little guy under her so
that they were laying correct and straight on the bed. Then, while
she was still holding him down, Jessica started to tie him to the
bed frame.

The last thing Sammy heard right before he passed out due to a
lack of air, was "Girl, this is gonna be a lot of funââ,¬Â¦"



Well, hope you guys enjoyed that. I'd like to hear what ever
feedback you've got. Hell, even a few suggestions for the next part
would be good.

lol, yeah no problem. But don't thank me too much. They're paying me pretty well. 

After all this I just realized that I buried  the second part to my own stroy all the way in the back.

Once again, back to copy and pasting.

As I lay on the bed resting after two hours of racquetball, I was surprised to here the phone ring. Kathy always had poor timing. I answered the phone and her voice on the other end confirmed what I already had suspected. Her husband was call into work and she was free for the night. I tried to inform her about how worn out I felt from the workout and about my meetings in the morning, but nothing could discourage her desires. In her normal tone she, simple stated, ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢ll be over in about 30minââ,¬Â. ââ,¬Å"Great!ââ,¬Â I replied with some sarcasm.

It was already 11pm and I need a shower. I showered quickly and was lying on the bed in my gym shorts when I heard the tell tailed knock at the door. Her desire to see me wasnââ,¬â,,¢t just to talk. She simply wanted sexual satisfaction. If her husband would have been at home sheââ,¬â,,¢d be chasing him rather than me. It wasnââ,¬â,,¢t about whom she was with, so the small talk really didnââ,¬â,,¢t matter. I answered the door and let her into my hotel room.

I was always amazed at her size and this time was no different. She had to turn sideways to enter the doorway. Kathy stood almost 6ââ,¬â,,¢2ââ,¬Â and weight in at almost 650 lbs. I always wandered how strong she most have been to move all that weight. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a brief hug. We talked for bit and I went back to lay on the bed. I informed her again how fatigued I was from my workout and racquetball. I turn to the TV and noticed a Basketball game was about to start and ask if she minded me watching the game. Her response was ââ,¬Å"as long as we could snuggle ââ,¬Å". Of course I knew snuggling with her always led to other activities.

I turned to watch the game and Kathy quickly disrobed and joined me on the bed. I was kind in the middle and only Ã,¾ the way up on the bed. So when Kathy got into bed I felt her warmth against my side. Even though it was a king size bed, Kathy body took up half the bed just laying on her side.

The basketball game had just tipped off and I turned my head towards Kathy and right into a pair of the largest breasts I would ever hope to see. Each breast was twice again the size of my head and her nipple must have been the size of my face. My statement of ââ,¬Å"WOWââ,¬Â clearly pleased her. Then Kathy swung her huge leg over my midsection. The weight of her leg alone compressed my diaphragm enough to make breathing difficult. But this time Kathy has something else in mind for her move dropped her leg on me with enough force to drive some air out of my lungs. The initial impact of her leg landing heavily across my body didnââ,¬â,,¢t really hurt, but it clearly established the framework of other events to follow.

Kathy quickly just followed her leg and I found myself trapped in mounds of breast meat. I attempted to struggle, but her weight held me completely in check. It also forced the remaining air out of my lungs. My arms failed at her sides attempting in weak attempts to get her off. She ignored my feeble attempts and simply lay there drowning me in her breast as she continued to squash any remaining air from my now panicked body. Anyone who as ever attempted to hold there breath might understand this feeling, if you breathe out and see how long you last. Eventually you have two choices breath or pass out. Since the first really wasnââ,¬â,,¢t an option at the time, I quickly begin seeing white flashes and then nothing. I must have stopped attempting to dislodge Kathy at some point and Iââ,¬â,,¢m sure she felt my body relax as I slowly pass out from lack of air.

When I started to regain my wits, I continued to feel a strange numbness in my legs. I quickly realized why. Kathy was now sitting on my midsection. My arms were neatly pen at my sides. She continued to sit on me in what might be considered a schoolboy pin in wrestling, but rather than holding my arms down above my head she just pinned them down by my sides using her weight to hold them in place. I could breath in this position, but only as deep as she allowed.

My head was splitting form the deprived oxygen when I passed out and the needles in my legs were getting worse by the minute. I told Kathy Iââ,¬â,,¢d had enough and to let me up. She smiled at me with an evil grin and continued to hold her position of power. I continued to endure this pose for at least fifteen more minutes until I finally fussed at her enough to encourage her to moved. At least I though she was going to move. I must have said something to piss her off because she lifted all her weight up onto her knees. The air felt great rushing back into my lungs and I could literary feel the blood rush to my lower extremities. That great feeling didnââ,¬â,,¢t last long. Kathy slammed her butt back down with all her weight behind it. The air that I so badly needed was again gone in a whoosh. She repeated this movement a number of times. I kind of lost count after the first three or four. I really scared she was going to hurt me and once or twice I know the sound of something cracking or breaking went through my body and into my ears. At some point I simply passed out again. Just to wake and find her sitting higher on my chest.

I prayed nothing was broken other and the box springs on the bed and I didnââ,¬â,,¢t really seem to be in any real pain other than not being able to expand my ribcage. I found breath much easier with her sitting high on my chest because at this angle she wasnââ,¬â,,¢t compressing my diaphragm any longer. I still couldnââ,¬â,,¢t talk, but I could hear just fine and from what I heard and understood, I was about to get a massive facefucking. If I did right I could breath if not it was bye-bye land again

I know there is at least one other story on this board that involves an Aunt crushing her younger smaller nephew, but I had this idea for a story, and I think I can add enough to make it seem new. Hope you all enjoy.




Sammy was stuck at his fat Aunts' apartment again. Whenever his parents decided they needed a "quite night alone" he got send over to his two Aunts place to spent the night. Sammy complained and got mad at his parents whenever this happened, but secretly he loved it. At 13 he already knew he was a fan of fat girls. At school he always tried to sit behind the fattest girl to sneak a peak at her butt, hoping to see panties. And he loved his Aunts.


Of the two Aunts, Jessica was the biggest. She was blond, had a very pretty face, 5'7 and about 400 pounds if Sam had to guess. She was massive. At her reasonably young age (Jessica was only 26) she still loved to dress sexy. Around the house for instance, whether Sammy was there or not she usually walked around in only tight workout shorts and belly shirts. Aunt Jess had a huge flabby belly, and pretty large breasts but neither could compair to her giant ass. Especially in the tight workout shorts her butt was amazingly huge. It stuck out so wide it looked as if you could stick a dinner plate on it without fear of it falling, and was so wide Jess took up two seat plus some on any bus or train she took to work. Of course the ass was simply the top of two very fat and wide thighs, which in jeans rubbed together in a musical and visual hypnotic motion.


Not to be outdone, Sammy's second and old Aunt Dawn was no small fry. At her 40 years of age, she was easily 350 pounds of female flesh herself. While not as "gifted" as her younger sister in the hips, Dawn made up for it by having truly huge breasts. Dawn's boobs were often talked about in jest at family gatherings or with friends because of their size. Her tits were always joked about to "be able to crush a beer can in a single bounce" or them having to force her to hire out the job of tying her shoes due to her breasts being too large for her to see past. knowing her pros and cons full well, Dawn could often be seen walking around in a tight shirt (most often a tank-top) without a bra. Simple and sexy.

Sammy simply adored being babysat by his two massive aunts. One thing he always tried to accomplish on those days and nights at their place was to catch a glimpse of them in their underware, or changing. Sammy felt almost a never-ending urge to see his beautiful aunts in their panties and bras.

During one summer, after being dropped off at his aunt's place so his folks could travel north on business, Sammy got the chance of a lifetime. Jessica and Dawn had just came back from shopping for some summer clothes and were looking forward to spending some serious time trying out there new clothes in front of the mirror. Yet here was Sammy now, who they were going to have to keep entertained. That was when Jessica had her devilish idea.

"Hey squirt, he'd you like to help your Aunties out tonight?" asked Jess

"Sure, Aunt Jess whatcha want me to do?" answered Sammy who would have done anything for these fat women.

"Well, Dawn and I just got back from clothes shopping, and could use a man opinion on what we got. So what do you say to siting though a little fashion show?" said Jessica smiling knowingly at Dawn. Both ladies were fully aware at Sammy's awe of their size. They found it cute and enduring how the little guy stared at their bodies when he thought they weren't looking.

"Sssure! I mean, yeah I could do that" Sammy answered, not wanting to shocked and pleased at his dream coming true.

I was enchanted with her enormous size...Beth was both eight inches taller than the next tallest female and five inches taller than the tallest male, but also she was the greatest in girth of everyone around her...she was indeed quite fat, and was at least twice the weight of the next biggest as I saw it.
She was about six inches taller than me,and outweighed me by two and a half times give or take.
I was in complete awe of her. I followed Beth around like a puppy...though I attempted to be as covert as possible. Watching her walk in front of me I was hypnotized by the movements of her rear and the swaying of her hips. When she wore tight pants and top I enjoyed seeing every contour of her body, especially her bouncing breasts. Other times she wore a looser top and a mid legth skirt, so then I could see her bulging fat calves, and when she wore something sleevless I couldn't of been a lot happier to see her soft bare arms swaying with her walk. I was happiest however watching her from behind and for some reason always hoping I could see her bend over. Her massive buttox were objects of great beauty themselves.
*Oh...to touch her softness....that ass.* I thought.


As time went on I began to get bold and approach closer to Beth each time I saw her. Finally the moment came, and it was perfect timing. There was nobody else around to be seen late in the day. I was standing in plain sight, but behind her watching her, and I didn't think she knew I was there. She turned her back towards me and then bent over to pick something up off the floor in front of her.
"Oh....Beth."*oh shit* I said that out loud.
She quickly raised up and turned around.
"id you call me?" she asked.
"Yes...I guess I did." I said walking up closer to her slowly.
"Wait...I know you...you're the little perv thats always following me around and starring at my ass."
"What?" I replied in disbelief that she had ever seen me.
"If you want to see my ass so bad then see my ass you will." Beth said to me with a slight scolding tone.
She grasped me by the back of my neck and quickly gided me through a door near by...it was the ladies restroom. Once inside she locked the door behind us then began to force me to the floor. I was just to small to give her much resistance though I tried...she just weighed too much and easily out leveraged me. The room was just large enough for a sink and a toilet. When she had me completely down on the floor my head was near one wall and my feet on the other side near the door. I was face down, then she took hold of my shoulder and flipped me over onto my back, and quickly straddled me over my chest and facing the door. She soon had her skirt unzipped and pushed it down off her hips and onto me and then stepped out of it. Now I saw her white cotton panties with large portion of her buttox hanging out. She kicked off each of her flipflops.
"I love my fat ass...see?" she said carressing it lovingly with her hands,"Some girls wouldn't like to have all this cellulite on their ass...I just think it's beautiful...have a good look." she told me just as she began to squat down.
In the next second I was in near total darkness as her soft ass covered my eyes and my face was burried in her crotch.
Then she raised up just a bit and also moved down just some and then settled back down leaving my eyes uncovered to stare upon her buttox and up her back. Now she sat back on me very firmly and wedged my chin and mouth deep into her crotch, and my nose was pressed deeply into her ass crevase, and my nosstrills came to be directly agaist her anus with only her thin cotton panties between. In order to breath I had to inhale deeply through both my nose and mouth. I instantly began to smell her musk, and then thought I could taste her, as her sent filled my head. Then after a moment I started to get more and more of a somewhat sour smell and then taste in my mouth. The sent of her bowells was taking over from her anus against my nosstrills. With each passing second the smell became worse, and nearing unbareable to take. I was feeling sick at my stomache, yet I had to keep inhaling her stinch deeply just to breathe. I was squirming benieth her trying to escape but there was no way I could.
"Can you smell my ass...I know you love to stare at it...but how does it smell?" she said with a great deal of sarcasm. I was unable to really reply...I could only get out muffled squeals...grunts....gasps and groans in my defense. This was horrifying to me.
"I just ate seven tocos a while ago with lots of hot sauce...oh...yeah....here comes a big fart for ya!" she warned me and she pressed down on my lower chest heavily with her hands forcing me to exhale.
Just as I began to recover my breath inhalling deeply her foulness I felt a rush of hot air blow across my face and up my nosstrills a bit too, and a deep and loud sound vibrated against me.
"I farted." she said giggling, "Sorry...hope it doesn't smell too bad down there....cause there are a few more big ones coming...I can feel it." she warned.
Just the smell of her anus alone upset my stomache, and then her farts were a stinch at least 300% worse. Also with each passing moment she seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. My facial muscles were getting very fatigued.
I was subjected to at least twenty minutes with my nose pressed agaist her anus...actually I think my nose was inside her anus for the last few minutes. After about her dozenth or so fart in my face she stood up..leaned over and picked up her skirt and put it back on. Then she stomped on my stomache.
"We'll do this again soon I hope." she said.
Then she slipped into her flipflops again...pushed my legs aside...opened the door and walked out leaving me a crumpled up sick mess lying on the cold hard floor.
...the end for now...

"Thats it bitch, your gonna pay from that. Get your little ass over here!" said Beth

"Shut your mouth, fatty. Leave Pete alone!" Kimmy snapped back

As I heard these girls yelling at each other, all I could stare at was the huge ass of Beth swaying back and forth. Then I watched as her massive thighs tensed, right before she ran at Kimmy. Kim seemed shocked to she her big sister charging at her. About a foot before Beth got to Kim, she put out her huge flabby arm and closed-lined Kimmy right to the floor. I was shocked to see this. It was something outta of wrestling. I started to get up from the couch, in the hope of helping my girlfriend, but I felt as if I was moving like an old man. In the meantime Beth was just standing over Kimmy's body. I wasn't hearing anything from either of them so I figured Kim was knocked out by the blow.

"Now look what you got, cunt! Hey! What do you think your doing?!" said Beth

"Get away from her you cow!"

I might as well had flashed a red shirt at a bull. Beth began to charge me. It was amazing to see. In only her panties and bra I was frozen by the sight of her flabs and flabs of fat shaking and bouncing as she ran. Then just s I put up my arms to try and defend myself, Beth crashed into me. I landed back on the couch, hitting my head on the back of it, knocking myself out.

When I woke up, I heard a low weeping sound. After a second or two I realized it was crying. Then as I tried to see where it was coming from, I came to realize that my arms and legs were tied up. I could basically only move my head and neck. I saw I was some kinda basement. Then I remembered the last thing that happen before I blacked out. Beth must have dragged me to the basement of the house.

"Whose the hot girl on the block now, bitch? Huh? Like this, don't ya? How does this 500 pound feel on you bony ass?"

Then I saw that across the room, Beth was still in her bra and panties, bouncing up and down on a beat up old couch. Then I saw the two legs sticking out from under her ass. She was sitting on Kimmy! Her huge obese ass completely covered the skinnier girl, with only her shins and feet sticking out. Beth sat on poor Kimmy, looking straight at me just smiling away. I couldn'tââ,¬â,,¢t even yell for help, I must have been gagged by beth. And by the taste of what was in my mouth I was guessing it was her sweaty socks she stuffed down my throat. All I could do was lay there and watch my girlfriend being destroyed by the huge fat bitches ass. With every bounce of Bethââ,¬â,,¢s 500 pounds I could her the air being rushed out of Kimmyââ,¬â,,¢s lungs. Just as I didn'tââ,¬â,,¢t think sheââ,¬â,,¢d be able to survive much more, Beth stopped bouncing on her, and just gave her a quick swaying side to side with her ass, before getting up.

ââ,¬Å"Boy, oh boy was that fun or what? Donââ,¬â,,¢t you think Kimmy?ââ,¬Â

Kimmy was too busy crying and gasping for breath to answer her. Now that she was coved by the fat of Beth I could see that Kimmy too had been tied up.

ââ,¬Å"Now its your turn little Petey.ââ,¬Â

And I had to lay there as Beth waddled across the room, and watch as she climbed on top of the table I was tied to. She stood over me, with the massive fat ass facing my head, moving side to side and a very scary way.

ââ,¬Å"Now what your about to be about of Petey, is called a butt-drop. Your going to feel the full force of my 520 pounds come crashing down on you. I wouldnââ,¬â,,¢t worry too much about anything else, cause in about ten seconds your just going to be and pancake under my assââ,¬Â Beth said with a evil laugh.

Then she kicked her fat legs up, and let her big butt come crashing down on me. When she hit I felt cracking in my stomach, and shortly after all the air rushed outta me. Her ass covered me from my nose down onto my stomach, with her fat legs laying on the rest of my body.

ââ,¬Å"Well, there go your ribs.ââ,¬Â She giggled, ââ,¬Å"Thatââ,¬â,,¢s OK, your got a lot more bones and a lot more summer leftââ,¬Â¦Ã¢â,¬Â

When I was 15, I lived in a small very upper class neighborhood in New Jersey. It was a fun point in my life. I had many friends, very pretty popular in school, and I had just had my birthday that summer so I was very well off for money. I was a good looking kid, I wasn't the only one who thought so. Perhaps a little thin for my height, but at 5'8 125 I was a cute kid. Kimberly certainly thought so.

Kimberly was the hottest girl around. Pretty, hot, sexy, everything and more. I'd guess about 5'4 90lbs. Thin with great new boobs that all the girls were getting around that time, brown hair, and the most wonderful green eyes. We started hanging around each other more and more towards the end of the school year, right into the summer. I thought I had it made. Little did I know that I was about to be in the middle of the worst summer of all time.

One day in the middle of July, I was hanging out at Kimberly's house, drinking cokes watching some tv. We were sitting on her couch, with her laying back in the crook of my underarm. We were alone in her place, with her father at work and her mother off somewhere I don't remember. We were alone in the house, except for Kim's older sister (by 3 years) who was suppose to be watching us. She was a real bitch. Always mad cause no one would go out with her, and she always took it out on me and Kim. If we were kissing, or hugging Beth would come rushing in, yelling at us to break it up. Thats why we were simply sitting next to each other on that day.

The reason why Beth never got a date was that she was such a fat cow. In high school at the time she had to be at least 400 pounds on a 5'10 body. Everyone was shocked to learn that the fattest girl in town was the sister of the cutest girl in town. Beth had the fattest ass I had ever seen. It stuck out so far I'm sure you could have put seven cups on there with no problem. For a fat girl she didn't have much tits, all of her weight seemed to be right in her ass and legs. Her legs were so massive the joke around town was that she had to drive two hours away to find the right pants to fit her fat ass. And even then her pants were so tight she always looked as if she was gonna burst right through them.

Well, after watch TV for an hour or so me and Kim got alittle restless. So we started making out. Right there on the couch, me laying over her full on second base. Next thing we know theres this pounding on the floor, and when I get up and look, theres Beth standing there in a pair of crazy tight jeans, and a red tank top showing her fat gut and flabby arms.

"What the hell do you two think your doing?!" she demanded.

"Just leave us alone bitch, your alway bothering me!" said Kim

I stood quiet, and was hoping that what seemed to be a little in-family fight would pass soon. Also, something I would have never told anyone at the time, I was scared shitless of Beth.

"Your under MY watch bitch, so you better remember that. I am in control of this house when Mom and Dad are gone. And your gonna have to listen to ME!
"And right bout now I think its time for you to go to your room!" yelled Beth.

"You can't do that, you can't make me go to my room bitch. Who do you think you are?" replied Kim

And I sat there shocked and frozen as Beth just grabbed Kim by the angles, and actually dragged Kim to the other side of the house, to her room. I didn't know what to do. I started putting on my shoes, thinking only about getting outta there, when I saw Beth come back around the hallway and into the living room.

"I've had just about enough of you coming to my house, and putting the moves on my little sister you punk!" was what she said to me.

"I don't know what your talking about, my and Kim love each other" was all I could get out. It turned out to be the wrong damn thing.

Beth slapped me hard across the face, knocking me back onto the couch. Then she lifted one of her legs, and dropped her foot right down on my stomach. As she leaned onto me, her foot flattened and sunk into my belly.

"LOVE? LOVE!? You punk, I'll show you love. Whats the matter? Does this hurt? Don't like it when I step on you? TO BAD!" said Beth.

Then, just when I didn't think the pain could get any worse, she stepped up with her other foot, and was standing completely on me, crushing me into the couch cushions. Her right foot was still on my belly, and her left on was right on my upper chest very near my neck. I could barely breathe, and I felt as if I was being melted into the couch. All I could do was look up at this fat cunt crushing me. I watched through tears, the way her huge legs pushed her jeans to there limit, how her belly over-hanged to a cray amount over her waist band, how she was smiling.

The pain was unbearable. I could actually feel Beth's weight rearranging my insides. She on the other hand seemed to be in heaven. She was giggling and slightly bouncing, just having a great time overall.

"You know, I haven't had the chance to put the squash on someone in a long long time. Kimmy used to be a great seat, but I think you'll be even better" said Beth

Between bouts of crazy breathlessness, I was amazed that the awesomely fat bitch had sat on the beautiful skinny Kim, squashing her no doubt the every some way she was squashing me now. Finally after 5 good minutes of trampling my thin body, she stepped down, and gave me the chance to fill my lungs with air. Just as I came to an almost normal state she turned around, and plopped her massive ass right down on me. The last thing I saw before she dropped, was the way her pantie lines came through tight jeans. Her panties alone looked big enough to cover most of my body. Which turned out to be a very true guess, because her butt went from my chin all the way down past my knees. I'm sure that from the front of the couch it must have looked like Beth was sitting on a hammock, the hammock being my body.

"God! Its so hot today, isn't it Peter? I mean, man I am really starting to sweat. How bout you?"

Not being able to answer, with my chin being forced into my chest closing off my windpipe almost completely.

"You know what? It's these damn jeans. How dumb to be wearing jeans in August, right?

Don't call me dumb, jerk!" she yelled as she did a major bounce on my tiny frame.

Then she stood up, and clasped both hands to the buttons in the front of her jeans. Being both flattened, and out of breath the best I could to to try and escape from the huge girl was a roll off the couch. I hit the carpet of the living room at the sometime her jeans did. They landing right in front of me, blocking of my view. As I tried to stand I felt her bare foot come crashing down right on my back.

"And where do you think your going, little boy?" said Beth.

She then removed her foot, and I felt her grab the back of my neck and the back of my belt. She lifted me right up to a semi-standing position, as if I weighed a feather. This is when I saw her standing there in only a white bra and black ultra-tight panties. Beth's big belly hung down in front of her, covering most of her panties, pointing right to wards the best pair of legs I could have ever imagined. She stood there, rubbing them together, and making the fat shake. I was scared for my life at that point. I would have bet that each one of those legs weighed almost double than my total body weight.

"Aren't you hot in all those clothes? I think this will go easier on both of us if you strip down a bit." said Beth

I stood there, petrified not wanted to make one move for fear of pissing her off. The strangest thing about this whole experience was that I felt my 15 year old cock becoming hard. I was actually being turned on by the thought of being under this obese girl.

"Don't wanna strip, huh? Thats OK, I'll do it for ya."

She began clawing at my body, pulling the shirt over my head, then ripping my belt and dropping my jeans stopping only when she got to my tightie whities. Then she notice my hard-on.

"Well, look at this. You like this don't you, twerp? Well lets see how much you like this when I use my 520lb body to grind you into paste."

520lbs??? Oh my god I thought, shes 1/4 of a ton. How could I possibly survive that kind of woman standing, and crushing me? Beth then shoved me back onto the couch, this time sitting up-right. Then she turned around, flashing me the shot of her ass. its was amazing. It completely covered my line of sight, and as I looked down from it to my own lap I realized that she could easily cover up four guys my same size with a huge ass like that. I sat back and came to except what was gonna happen, just as I heard Kimmy yell.

"What the fuck are you doing???"

"Shut up Kimmy, Petey here is getting what he deserves. Not beat it before you get some of this." replied Beth

"Leave him the fuck alone you cow!" said Kim.

"Thats it bitch, your gonna pay from that..."

Eventually even I fell asleep while I was under her. I was so exhausted from all the struggling I had done to endure her weight on top of me. But after only a short time of sleep I was awakened by her moving to get up, and from the noise of someone banging on the door. A cold rush of air rolled over my body and into my lungs after the dark woman got off of me. She waddled to the door. I was so sore and slowly just began to stretch when I saw yet another massively fat black maiden walk in through the door. She had to be her sister theylooked so simular. This new one was also at least 40 or 50 stone and looked to be somewhat larger than her sister. I hadn't realized until it was too late that she was waddling towards me to sit down. I had my arms up over my head so they were left dangling out from under her enormous arse and thighs of which my head and torso were burried under. My head was twisted hard towards the wall as she adjusted herself atop of me to get comfortable. I was crushed breathless and smothered in her flesh to boot. No way was I to get a breath of air.

There was nothing I could do to prevent it, I passed out from air starvation, and the enormous fat woman sitting on me noticed I stopped squirming and soon got up as quickly as she could...which wasn't very fast. As I began to come to, I saw her standing beside me with her creamy chocolate belly completely bare and hanging down and onto the bed. She fell forward and dove onto me like her sister had done before, and I was burried once again in the flesh of a blubbery woman. My eyes could just barely see a glimor of light from under and between her massive teets. It was very difficult to breath. Then it became impossible to breathe as the other fat woman climed up on the bed and flopped down on top of the back of her sister. The bed collapsed and crashed to the floor due to the 80(1120LB) to 100(1400LB) stone of weight upon it of which I was under when it all hit the floor, instantly crushing me as flat as a biscuit. The woman on bottom was also squashed a great deal from the force of her sisters weight and she grunted and groned in protest while the one on top just laughed. Their soft bodies mashed together felt so good to her, but she wasn't the one on bottom...for that matter...I was the one really on the bottom feeling the full weight of them both. My bones and internal organs bent and squashed so uncomfortably out of their natural state it was quickly becoming more than I could bare.

In all my years I had seen many a rich fat man, and a few rich fat women, but none of them even half of this womans girth. I enquired with her to see if she would allow me to examine her more closely. She was happy to oblidge. Within a moment my fingers were exploring her vast expanses, and probing into her many fleshy crevases, causing her to giggle, and therfore send shockwaves over her soft flesh, as she felt ticked by my fingers. She then offered me to feel the weight of her enormous teets wich I was pleased to explore. Then my interest in science began to vanish, and my red blooded manhood began to arrise to my embarrassment. However this massive chocolate skinned woman felt contrary to my embarrassment. She had my trousers down around my ankles before I knew it. Then the garment that had covered her lower parts fell to the floor, and she turned her massive bottom to me brushing it against me, as she leaned forward at her hips and supported her upper body on her bar stool behind the bar. This was certainly questionable ethically, and this lude position she had offered me was also barbaric, but being aware of how things in nature are most commonly done I delved into what she had offered whole heartedly. My carnal instincts took over and I fell into a blissful moment of pleasure, and then I was spent. After this the soft dark beauty seemed somewhat aggitated offering a smoldering smirk towards me.

Suddenly seeming very angry with me, she easily had me trapped between her massive body and a door behind the bar. She opened the latch holding it closed and then pushed me forcefully back through it with her belly. I still had my trousers down at my ankles and fell back onto the floor. There were no windows in this small room, and it was lit dimmly by candle light. It appeared to be constructed entirely of stone with a domed ceiling. The big dark maiden slammed the door behind her after she was inside this room with me and latched it closed.
I was just begining to sit up when one of her wide chubby feet pushed me back down to lie on the floor, and then her foot again came to rest upon my chest, and a great deal of presure began to settle on me. Just as I was about to yell out for help I was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of much greater presure and I felt my chest compressing inward, and the air in my lungs rushing out, as this gigantic black woman towered above and now stood upon me. I had never concieved such horror, nor felt such anguish, and pain. After a moment that seemed to last forever she gave me mercy and stepped off of me. This had given me a blood rush and my manhood was again ridgid. She grabed me by my jacket and raised me up to my feet and pushed me against the wall. My dangling erection finding interest in her soft belly and thighs as she rubbed them incidentally agaist me. She then turned her back towards me and brushed me with her soft jiggling buttox as she leaned over at her hips suggesting I enter her again. I could not refuse of course. She rammed me into the wall with her massive bottom as we ingaged in coitus. This time felt just as good as the first time but I was able to make myself stay much longer. When I had finished she was this time more pleased it seemed. However I was nevertheless gather up and flung onto a small makeshift bed in the corner and was then burried benieth an avalanche of flesh as she dived and landed on top of me. She then proceeded to go to sleep.

Having been aboard ship now for three months at sea I was beginning to go a little hysterical from the endless boredom, and the constant rocking of the ship was not helping me be calm. Finally there in the sky above the main mast I heard birds, seagulls gliding through the air, and apparently talking to eachother in screeching voices. I knew now land was close by. Just on the horizon I could then see a silhouette in the haze of the sea. The ship would soon make landfall and I could get off this forsaken piece of junk.

Anchor was dropped about 300 yards from shore and the long boat put in the water. The captain left one of his mates in charge, I donââ,¬â,,¢t know these brigands language, and he with four crew to row, and myself along headed for shore.

The island was fair sized, and well forested along the beach. I could see evidence that it was also populated with some indigenous persons I was hopping were hospitable people.
There were a few small boats strewn about the beach, and some sort of dwelling in a small clearing, perhaps 100 yards from the water.

Landing on the beach the six of us made or way from the long boat and proceeded towards inland. We were met quickly by a lone native, a tall and brawny dark skinned man, with a big white smile greeting us as Iââ,¬â,,¢d hoped, in a very civil manner. He spoke an understandable English well enough to direct us to the near by cantina, where we could find refreshment, and food which we so desperately desired. I myself was interested in having a proper bath aswell. Being a doctor, and well bread I was accustomed to bathing more regularly than had been permitted aboard ship for three months. However I certainly would not pass on the opportunity to have a glass of wine or whatever was available and perhaps a spot of cheese or bread at least. I was certainly so sick of the mostly rotten food aboard ship, and the ill prepared only half cooked fish caught along the way.
Entering the cantinaââ,¬â,,¢s sun lit interior it was vacant for all but a figure behind a large mahogany bar that had been imported here from elsewhere I was sure. The figure behind it was soon recognizable as a native female. Upon further observation she was a young woman apparently, and well fed. I would assume she were the owner and proprietor of this establishment. She rested her very well fleshed arms upon the bar as she sat behind it hiding the majority of her person from view. Her arms were bare and appeared to be the same as a creamy light chocolate in tone, as I had seen while studying medicine in Paris.
She wore a bright scarlet cloth around her forehead and over her ears, and was wearing something of matching color covering her body, except for her arms.

The captain and four crewmen and myself were all pleased to see any woman and we each took a place standing directly in front of the bar. The maiden placed six somewhat clean glasses on the bar, none matching another, and began to poor clear liquid into them. The four crewmen downed their beverage without hesitation, followed a moment later by the good captain. I felt it necessary to sniff mine first to discover it was probably rum of local decent.

The crewmen were soon propositioning the big dark maiden, but she was having none of it. The captain soon ordered them to return to the long boat and wait, as he would find it too difficult to inquire about the resupply of the ship with those horny pirates hassling the woman. I took the opportunity to have a look around the area on my own.


I exited through a back door and immediately saw what was the rest of a small village behind the cantina. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t appear that I would find a proper bath in this place, so I took only a brief stroll around and returned to the cantina. The bar maiden had come out from behind the bar, to direct the captain where to go to get his ships supplies. The captain seemed not to show any regaurd, but I was in awe of her enormous girth. She had to weigh at least 40 stone(560LB) or perhaps even as much as 50(700LB), and what I had thought was a rap covering her body from her shoulders down was only the top part of her attire. Her mid section was as bare as her arms, and some number of delicately soft fleshy rolls made nearly a complete circumsphereance around her middle, only ending in the front on each side of her belly. She wobbled and waddled as she maneuvered about, and her flesh quivered, bounced and jiggled in an enchanting fashion. This woman had an immense buttox that protruded a great deal from her back side. One could likely set a pint upon it as if it were a table top were she standing and being very still. The bottom half of her rap strained greatly to contain it.


The captain had the information he needed and prepared to take his leave. Being so amazed at this specimen of woman before me I notified him that I would remain behind and he could send for me if I was needed for medical purposes. He stomped off in his typical manner having expected me to lend my back to load up with supplies. The crew was paid to do that sort of work, and there were native laborers available I was certain. I returned my full attention to the heavy chocolate skin woman, who had returned to her place seated behind the bar.

Five years had past, and I had gone to Beths house at least twice a week throughout the entire time. Nothing changed really as for how things happened. She continued to sit or stand on top of me and was usually eating while doing so, as she had before. I had become accustomed to this, and eventually began to enjoy being beneith her, and also seeing her eat, especially when she really put an effort in to really gorge herself, which she did most of the time. What had changed was her weight. Due to all the eating she did, it had at least doubled. She was near 200 pounds at just 10 years of age. Now she was really fat, and I found that very appealing though not as yet in a sexual manner, but I was becoming a true fat admirer. We had both grown in height and were about the same there, but I was only 85 pounds soaking wet. Somehow though as she had gained weight my body was adjusting to handle it. Only when she really tried to make me beg her to get off of me, by dropping her rear down from a standing position onto my chest did I ever have any problems handling her weight, or if she would stand on me for a long time and or bounce on my ribcage, but usually she was content just to sit on me and eat.
I began to go to her house every day during the summer, and every one of those days I spent being sat on by her most of the time while she consumed huge amounts of food. By the time we were 13 she could eat an entire large pizza and most of a second if she really felt like it, and still keep munching on other junk food, cookies, candybars, icecream for another hour afterwards. One day in particular she finished 2 large pizzas in whole, and then went on to eat a whole cheese cake, 6 candybars, and all of a tub of icecream all while sitting on my chest and stomache, squashing me joyously.
By the summer we were of 15 years of age her weight had increased to 375 pounds. She had become a mass of almost pure blubber. I was just 130 pound tall sack of bones. I was now 5'8", and she was just 5'4", and wide as a house.
I  began to truely enjoy her weight on top of me. I felt like I was in a happy place when she sat on me, especially if she was being a real glutton. There were times however she would be in a pissy mood, or she just felt like fucking with me that I didn't enjoy as much. I could just try to endure. She would sit on my head or trample me, and she was getting too heavy for that kind of stuff. My face would feel like its about to break under the presure when she sat on it, and often suffocating me to the point of near blackout. What was worse was when she had the idea to trample me, and especially when she put her full weight onto my chest, crushing it flat. But as time went by she most often just sat on my chest and stomache and ate, and ate and ate. Her bottom was rapidly covering more and more of me as the months past. She went from 375 pounds to 495 pounds in a year. Her rear, hips, and thighs covered me from my chin down my pelvic bone when she sat on me. She was now with some effort on her part able to consume three entire large pizzas, inside of three hours, and still be able and willing to eat even more.
"I want to become the fattest and heaviest woman ever." she addmitted to me one day.
"It wouldn't suprise me if you did...just keep eating like you have been." I comforted her assuringly.
"I know."
Now ten years on she has done precisely what she had said she wanted to do. She acheived a weight of 1,695 pounds at just 26 years of age, and at her height of no more than 5'6". I felt her great weight upon me as routine throughout her ledgendary gain, even through the past six years of it as she became more and more immobile. Through some 1,200 pounds of weight gain I felt every once plus the 495 pounds she started with. Somehow there always seems to be a way that I find myself flattened benieth her. Today however she spends more time eating than anything.She consumes a food or beverage for 30 minutes of every hour of every day on avaerage. By next year she plans to be over 1,800 pounds, which she will easily acheive. 2,000 pounds soon to come. I can only imagine being benieth her, surrounded in her blubber, and her weight crushing me flatter than ever.

As best as I can remember, I was probably 4 or 5 years old when I first began taking a conscious interest in big girls, though at the time my enchantment with fat was yet undeveloped. I was just drawn to females that were big to me, but not neccessarily fat. I had a cousin for instance, and she was 12 years old and therefore a great deal taller than me, but she wasn't fat at the time. I used to follow her around like a puppy.
Then I met a girl that was in my class at school. Her name was Beth. We were the same age, and the same height within a half inch or so. Where we differed in size was that I was an average 4 or 5 year old boy, around 40 or 45 pounds, and she weighed at least twice as much as that, 90 pounds at least. I immediately became currious about her fatness, and as luck would have it we quickly became friends. I some time passed I noticed she was always eating at every opportunity. She ate chips, candy bars, cookie dough, cheese logs, and whatever she could get her hands on at every recess, not counting lunch. The first time I went to visit her at her house she was eating when I entered the house.
Somehow it came up about how fat she was and how much she ate all the time. Then she began to brag about how much she weighed.
"Come in here with me...I'll show you how much I weigh." she told me.
Naturally I did indulge myself to sate my curriosity. She led me into the bathroom and over to the scale. She stepped onto it and looked down at the meter with a big smile on her face.
"See...it says I weigh 9.....94 pounds." she said with a giggle.
"Wow..you're really heavy." I asured her.
She stepped down and looked at me, still smiling.
"Now you get on and see what you weigh." she ordered.
"Alright." I said and I stepped onto the scale.
The nubers hardly moved. She looked down at the meter and began to giggle again.
"You only weigh 41 pounds." she blurted...in an attempt to embarrassed.
"So...I'm not fat like you are." I replied having been somewhat embarrassed for some silly reason.
"Come back to my room now with me." she ordered.
*She is being so bossy* I thought to myself and I didn't care for that much, but I followed her anyway back to her room.
Once we entered her room she closed the door, and she hadn't done that before.
"I want you to lie down on the floor right here." she told me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it....cause I want to show you something."
I finally did as she asked after a bit more coaxing from her, and I lied down on the floor at the foot of her bed.
"No!...be on your back." she scolded.
"GOSH!" I asserted in objection.
*Bossy fat girl* I thought to myself.
I got in position as she had ordered, and then impatiently awaited to see what she had to show me that I had to lie down on the floor for. Then I saw her nearing me, and then she stood right beside me with her bare toes just touching my forearm at my side. Then I realized, with great shock, what she was doing, though too late to do anything to prevent it. Her right foot was planted firmly on my stomache, and was quickly pressing down into me with great force. Her full weight was soon supported by nothing more than my tiny abdomen, but then she raised her other foot off the floor, and placed it onto my chest. Now my stomache didn't feel as bad but it was very stressful still as was the presure upon my chest now. I could not breathe for several seconds under the presure of all her weight. In a moment though I guess I was able to adjust to the restriction and could then draw small gasps of air between my grunts and groans under such strain. She stood there on me balancing herself by holding onto the bed's railing for what seemed an eternity, but it had only been 20 or 30 seconds. Finally she stepped down off of me, and a rush of air flooded my lungs. My body ached still as it felt as she was still standing on me. She walked to the door and left the room. I didn't move as I felt exhausted for the whole time she was gone. A few minutes later she returned carrying a bag of cookies and a tub of icecream.
To my horror she came back over to me, and I tried to move, but couldn't. I tried to sit up but my stomache muscles protested, and I could move away from the bed as she had me blocked in. I watched her towering over me, and then she turned around. Her rear end looked huge, and seemed to be getting even bigger within my field of view. Her knees were bending and she leaned forward. All of a sudden I was subjected to a massive impact as her bottom dropped down onto my chest and stomache with a big thud and a smack instantly compressing me flat and forcing all the breath out of me oncemore. I could do nothing but grunt and gasp again after the initial blow. I was in great disstress, more so it seemed than when she had stood on me. The force of the impact on me was so great.
Then she just sat there on me, and gathered up her goodies, and began eating them with vigor. Thirty seconds passed and she still sat on me giving me no relief. I was able to breathe just a little buy that time, but my body ached beneith her. She sat there on me for at least 45 minutes, until finally she had consumed the entire bag of cookies aswell as the tub of icecream.
I prayed she was going to get up and off of me, and finally she did. She got up and walked to her dresser, opening the top drawer, she pulled a big box out. It was a box of chocolates. Again she came over to me and once again turned her back towards me and plopped her fat butt down onto my chest and stomache. My legs flailed into the air as she landed on me, and I was relegated to nothing more than a grunting groaning and gasping seat cussion for her while she ate. She put 2 and 3 of the chocolates into her mouth at a time and it took a couple of minutes before she could swallow them. Then she repeated the process. There had been only a couple of the candys already eaten, and otherwise it had been a full box of about 22 or 23 various chocolates. Over the next 25 minutes she ate them all. It felt to me as though I could feel her gaining weight with each mouth full that she consumed, she felt heavier and heavier to me.
"My belly's so full." she admitted, as she sat there rubbing it with her hands.
I couldn't really say much in reply, but I managed to grunt out,"Get off."
"I'm really squashing you good?" she giggled.
Then she finally got up and looked down at me. My lungs filled with air again, but it was painful to take a breath.
"Lets go see how much I weigh now." she said to me.
She grabbed my arm and made me get up, then led me into the bathroom again. She stepped onto the scale.
"97 pounds." she said proudly.
*I'm glad* I thought to myself,* but why?*

What is Tamara doing here?ââ,¬Â asked Evan ââ,¬Å"I donââ,¬â,,¢t know, Iââ,¬â,,¢m just as surprised as you are.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah picking up her jeans from a chair. ââ,¬Å"We got to get rid of all this.ââ,¬Â Said Evan lunging towards the camcorder. Hurriedly, he unplugged it from the VCR and looked around to see what else of his was visible. ââ,¬Å"I gotta get out of here.ââ,¬Â Said Evan frantically shoving the camcorder into his carrying bag.. Hannah threw up her arms. ââ,¬Å"No donââ,¬â,,¢t leave, cuz if Tamara happens to see you in the hallway as you are leaving, we will have some serious explaining to do. Just uh.. just get right back into that closet again,.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Not much choice I guess. Okââ,¬Â said Evan dashing into the closet, but with shoes falling out, and a fallen coat, he was only able to partially close the closet doors and already a knock was heard from the door. Hannah was still pulling up her jeans and without any warning, Tamara opened the door. ââ,¬Å"Oh I see I gotcha at a bad time.ââ,¬Â She said seeing Hannah still trying to wriggle into her jeans. Hannah smiled. ââ,¬Å"Naw just changing into some clothesââ,¬Â Said Hannah in a best effort to compose herself. ââ,¬Å"I see that.ââ,¬Â Chuckled Tamara and casually she walked by Hannah. From the dark corner of the closet, Evan could see out just enough to watch Tamara walk towards the couch. Yes, Tamara was not quite the size of Hannah, but there she was, looking so beautiful. Tamara walked into the living room and Evan realized that the jeans she was wearing today were ones that he remembered as being more loose fitting, but from what Evan could see, they appeared extremely tight around her her huge thighs and massive behind. Hannah also walked in and was just finishing doing up one the zippers on her own very, tight jeans. Yes Hannah was still bigger, but Tamara looked like she was catching up. Hannah huffed. ââ,¬Å"Wow, just putting these on is like a thirty minute workout alone.ââ,¬Â Laughed Hannah. Tamara grinned and nodded. ââ,¬Å"Tell me about it, I am now down to just these jeans, cuz I recently out grew all my other jeans and as you know, itââ,¬â,,¢s a pain getting them altered to fit our ummmââ,¬Â¦. overly abundant curves. However Iââ,¬â,,¢m sure Evan wonââ,¬â,,¢t complain.ââ,¬Â Giggled Tamara. Hannah smiled. ââ,¬Å"Got that one right, I donââ,¬â,,¢t think our guys could ask for anything better.ââ,¬Â Tamara sighed and smiled. ââ,¬Å"Ya know something Hannah, to tell you the truth, since I have met Evan, I think I somehow, subconsciously eat more, cuz as usual, any weight I ever gain, just keeps on beefing up in my ass and thighs and so.. I just seem to give Evan more and more to uhââ,¬Â¦ appreciate.ââ,¬Â Laughed Tamara. Hannah nodded in full agreement. ââ,¬Å"Thatââ,¬â,,¢s how I look at it. Anyway Tamara, I donââ,¬â,,¢t wanna rush you off out of here, but I was just about to leave. I got some stuff to doââ,¬Â She said looking slightly back at the closet. Tamara shrugged. ââ,¬Å"Yah sure, I was not too far from you today and I just got this weird sort of notion to drop in, so I donââ,¬â,,¢t want to hold you back.ââ,¬Â said Tamara getting up from the couch. ââ,¬Å"Did you here someone knock at the door?ââ,¬Â asked Tamara. ââ,¬Å"Donââ,¬â,,¢t think so.ââ,¬Â Replied Hannah, but Evan also heard a knock on the door and wondered who now could be dropping by and how long he would have to stay in the cramped space. Another slight knock could be heard. ââ,¬Å"Shit I think youââ,¬â,,¢re right.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah and walking past the closet, Hannah opened the door. ââ,¬Å"Fuck Artruro, what the hell are you doing here?.ââ,¬Â She asked and with a slight cough. ââ,¬Å"Pleeze my queen, I com back to apologize ask if you acompany me to a night of deenair and a dancing.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"I canââ,¬â,,¢t Artruro, and besides, you only come here when we arrange it.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah feeling somewhat flattered at Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s offer. ââ,¬Å"I know you eez marreed, but I ask anyway. You eez so beeuteeful and I juz haf to try. So eef not, can I make appointment for nex month, my reebs are so sore, but I know I weel feel better at dat time. ââ,¬Â Hannah smiled ââ,¬Å"I donââ,¬â,,¢t know Artruro, I donââ,¬â,,¢t think this was such a good thing.ââ,¬Â Artruro looked past Hannah now in amazement. ââ,¬Å"Whatââ,¬â,,¢s this all about?ââ,¬Â asked Tamara curiously leaning up against the wall in the hallway. Hannah looked back at her. ââ,¬Å"This is a guy I know from work.ââ,¬Â Tamara put her hand to her face and smirked. Artruro continued to look over at Tamara, his mouth wide open. ââ,¬Å"How can dees be. Two beeg, beeg, beeuteeful woomenz.ââ,¬Â Tamara looked down at him. ââ,¬Å"So you work with my cousin Hannah.. hmm.. interesting.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara with a sly grin back at Hannah. ââ,¬Å"Ok Artruro, you can go now.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah starting to close the door. Boldly Artruro shoved in his foot. ââ,¬Å"Wait, can dees women be at nex months appointment too?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"No!ââ,¬Â bellowed Hannah. ââ,¬Å"What appointment?ââ,¬Â giggled Tamara. ââ,¬Å"This is not what you think Tamara, I uh.. donââ,¬â,,¢t have sex with this guy, he just comes over every once in a while because.. he uh.. pays me to sit on him.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"What?ââ,¬Â asked Tamara in disbelief. Artruro nodded with an almost, proud smile. ââ,¬Å"This is too funny.ââ,¬Â Went on Tamara. ââ,¬Å"Look at him Hannah, you canââ,¬â,,¢t possibly sit on him.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Ok Tamara, you can stop it now and Artruro, as far as you are concerned, you can go home now.ââ,¬Â Arturo looked up at Hannah in anticipation. ââ,¬Å"So.. do I get appointment nex month weet you tooz beeuteeful womenz?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Dream on.ââ,¬Â said Hannah rolling her eyes and as she started to push Artruro away from the door, Tamara piped up. ââ,¬Å"Wait a sec, Iââ,¬â,,¢m kind of curious. If he pays you just sit on him and nothing more, what is it that he could possibly want from both of us?ââ,¬Â Hannah looked at Tamara in disgust. ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢m trying to kick this guy out of here and you want to ask questions?ââ,¬Â Tamara shrugged and smiled. ââ,¬Å"This is just so amusing.ââ,¬Â Hannah nodded her head. ââ,¬Å"Ok Artruro, so do you want us taking turns sitting on you or something?ââ,¬Â Artruro nodded. ââ,¬Å"What I want, eez for da both of uze to seet on me and at da same time. I want dees so much.ââ,¬Â Hannah looked back at Tamara. ââ,¬Å"He has a serious death wish.ââ,¬Â And then with a fierce look Hannah glared at Artruro. ââ,¬Å"Artruro, get lost!ââ,¬Â She said and slammed the door. ââ,¬Å"What a pain in the ass.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah and Tamara giggled. ââ,¬Å"Heââ,¬â,,¢s really odd, and you, you sure get your self into odd situations as well.ââ,¬Â Giggled Tamara. ââ,¬Å"I know. Fuck I donââ,¬â,,¢t know where my head is at sometimes.ââ,¬Â said Hannah with a kind of smile. ââ,¬Å"Anyway, I do have to get going.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"I know, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll talk to you later.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara and walking towards the door she opened it to see Artruro still there at the door. Artruro squeezed past Tamara and bolted into the living room. From the closet Evan watched to see Artruro lie himself down on the couch. Both Hannah and Tamara followed in after him and Artruro looked up at them with a goofy smile on his face. ââ,¬Å"This isnââ,¬â,,¢t funny Artruro!ââ,¬Â yelled Hannah. ââ,¬Å"It wonââ,¬â,,¢t be if we give him what we want and if he continues to lie there like that, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll sit on him myself. How dare you barge into my cousins apartment like this.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara sternly, but Artruro only continued to smile up at her in defiance.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Your toast!ââ,¬Â warned Tamara and swinging up her leg, she planted a foot in between the back of the couch and Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s waist. Tamara proceeded to step up on the couch and without any hesitation, Tamara sat her massive behind down over Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s face. Evan couldnââ,¬â,,¢t believe his eyes, his own sweet Tamara was now sitting over another manââ,¬â,,¢s face. Like Hannah, Tamara was easily covering Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s entire head and chest. ââ,¬Å"Letââ,¬â,,¢s do it.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara and Hannah did like wise, sitting on top of Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s waist and legs. Unlike Anything Evan witnessed before, there was no struggle. Artruro lay there while Tamara and Hannah sat on him. ââ,¬Å"Should we get off?ââ,¬Â asked Hannah. ââ,¬Å"No, not yet.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara with a voice of authority. ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢m very heavy Tamara, this isnââ,¬â,,¢t safe.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"We both are.ââ,¬Â Replied Hannah and lifting up just a little, Tamara could only hear Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s faint cry, but unable . ââ,¬Å"Serveââ,¬â,,¢s you right!ââ,¬Â she said and slowly sat back down. Evan could see the fear in Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s face and was surprised to see how Tamara could so mercilessly envelope him with her huge, powerful ass. ââ,¬Å"Lets switch places.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara after a good 15 seconds later she got off of Artruro. ââ,¬Å"tankyouââ,¬Â gasped Artruro as he saw Hannah getting up to a squatting position, but then Hannah placed her foot back into the same spot Tamara was and Artruro could see what was happening. ââ,¬Å"No.. pleeze, I have no more strength.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Should have thought about that before all this.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara and Hannah cautiously sat over top of Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s face. ââ,¬Å"Youââ,¬â,,¢re not sitting on him properly.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara. ââ,¬Å"He has had more then enough, you were not here earlier. I really sat on him.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah in Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s defence. ââ,¬Å"He gets what he deserves, so this should do it.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara and getting up on the couch, she plopped her self down on Hannahââ,¬â,,¢s lap. There was no way now, Hannah could support her weight as well as Tamaraââ,¬â,,¢s and down she went further, Artruroââ,¬â,,¢s face and chest was now being crushed by the full weight of both Hannah and Tamara. ââ,¬Å"We will kill him.ââ,¬Â Warned Hannah.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"We will punish him, just another 10 seconds.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara and as she promised, she fiannlky got off of Hannah and Hannah moved off of Artruro. Artruro layed there in a near lifeless state. ââ,¬Å"Heââ,¬â,,¢s hurt bad.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah in almost tears. ââ,¬Å"He deserved what he got. Hell Hannah you come off as some tough bitch, but inside you are really just a scared little girl.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Iââ,¬â,,¢m calling 911, this guy is barely moving.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Go for it. He did break in, so we were just defending ourselves.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara looking down at Artruro like he was some worthless piece of left over toast. ââ,¬Å"We went way overboard, I canââ,¬â,,¢t believe I did this with you.ââ,¬Â Said Hannah in disgust.. ââ,¬Å"Itââ,¬â,,¢s no big deal. This guy will never bother you or me again and Iââ,¬â,,¢ll tell you something else, if I ever caught Evan cheating on me, he would get the same treatment, but that however would never happen, I trust Evan and I just sit on him for the fun of it.ââ,¬Â Said Tamara smacking her huge, shapely, behind proudly. As for Evan, he stayed there quietly cramped in the closet in more fear then ever. He had now seen Tamara in her true colors and realized what a dangerous woman she could be.

He tried wiggling and moving his legs, but Tami's weight had him firmly pressed onto the concrete and he quickly stopped wiggling and looked toward the cage.
Mike figured around seventy percent of Tami's weight was actually pressing down on the thug's back, but that was still over 800 pounds and he could see her weight on his back was making him spread out a little under her, but Tami could not kill him if she just sat on him like this. He would be really uncomfortable, but alive. This was usually Beth's was of doing them in, not Tami's.
Tami's butt was spread between the mastermind's white butt cheeks and his shoulders as she looked down at his face.
"Watch your two partners pay for what you got them to do for you," Tami's voice was light.
The thug tried to say something, but Tami's 800 pounds on his back kept him from doing more than trying to breathe.
Beth had reached in and got one of the girls and was taking her out like she had the thug and was holding her upright while getting on her knees. The gal had spunk and was really flailing around in the air until Beth, now on her knees, grabbed her legs and held her horizontally and against her bellyroll. Standing side-by-side, the little gal would have come up to Beth's kneecap, but now she only as tall as Beth was wide.
Beth moved one hand behind the back of the gal to hold her against her belly as she used the other one to help her lay down, which she did.
Beth had placed the gal's belly aginst her own, and as they lay down Beth had leaned to one side, trapping the kicking legs under her fleshy flank as she moved her hand out from under the little gal, pulling her arms out next to her hollering head, pinning her face so it was looking up at Beth's soft and jiggly bellyroll, which Beth then rolled on top of her.
"Well, you're finally getting the hang of it," smiled Tami as Beth moved her arms so she was leaning on her own elbows.
Beth looked down her right flank and smiled at the sight of the two bound-at-the-wrists arms trying to move against her flank. She reached down and grabbed the rope thtat was binding them and held it taught aginst the concrete as she lifted her body enough to move her belly farther over the girls upper torso so when she lay back down, Beth's belly was spread out over the girl again, only this time, only her hands were showing.
The girl had gasped for air when Beth lifted her belly off of her, but did not have time to do anything else before being smothered again.
The girl in the cage was still screeming, but after a few minutes, just sat and cried.
"Is she still wiggling?" asked Tami. She and Beth had been talking about about a movie they had seen for the past few minutes. The thug Tami was sitting on was crying.
"I haven't felt any movement from her for a few minutes," said Beth, who rolled slightly to one side, exposing the squashed girl's upper torso. Beth nodded to me and down to the girl she was laying on.
Mike checked her then looked up at Beth, shaking his head. The girl in the cage could not see Mike at all.
"Only one way to make sure," said Tami, winking at Beth, who nodded.
"Here comes the good part," Tami said to the thug she was sitting on, bouncing on his back to make sure he heard her. He grunted painfully in response.
As Beth gof off the floor, the girl in the cage started to call out the name of the girl Beth had been laying on. The girl on the floor did not respond.
Beth turned her back to the girl on the floor and squated down, putting her hands on the floor next to the girl's head and feet.
The caged girl started frantically yelling out her friends name, but when Beth set her butt down on her, the caged girl started screeming again.
Beth picked her hands off the concrete and let her full sitting weight rest on the girls prone body. For a few seconds, Beth's butt was spread over the girl's head down to over her feet, but then her chest collapsed and Beth settled down closer to the floor.
The caged girl screemed for a few more seconds, then fainted. The silence was refreshing. Only the groaning of the thug Tami was sitting on was heard for the next minute.
"She did not make any noise when she caved in, so you had her by laying on her," said Tami, "Enjoy doing it this way?"
Beth twisted her body around to see Tami, nearly behind her. The twisting of her body caused some of the squashed girl's bones to snap under her. Yes," she grinned, "You may have created a monster."
"Let's see if you can get the next one without waking her," grinned Tami.
Beth grinned back and got off the body she had squashed, reaching down and pulling it out of the way as she went to the cage.
While Beth was getting the next girl, Tami got off of her thug just long enough to roll him over on his back and sat back down on his belly, this time he was looking up at her back as she pushed her feet out next to, and over, his. Her 800 pounds were now squashing his stomach, keeping him from doing more than gasping shallow breaths.
"Too bad he can't scratch my back like you do," Tami said, smiling at Mike.
"You're not ten feet tall when you sit on me," Mike grinned back. "But if you were to lay on me instead.."
"Hush, you two," said Beth as she was laying the second girl down carefully on the concrete, her wrists still bound together. Beth motioned for Mike to come over to her.
The second girl was on her back, still unconsious, Beth carefull holding her arms over her head. "Cut the rope," whispered Beth.
Mike glanced over at Tami, who nodded. He pulled out his knife and cut the ropes and walked back to where Tami was sitting on her thug.
"Have a seat," she said to Mike. "This may be interesting."
Mike sat sidesaddle on the thug's chest, who could do nothing more than grunt by now.
Beth lay the second girl's arms carefully by her side, then went to her side and turned away from her, squatting down and putting her hands down next to the second girl's feet and head, then looked over at Tami and Mike. Tami smiled and nodded.
The girl woke up just as Beth was sitting on her. The girl screemed for a second, but then was covered by Beth's fleshy butt cheeks, which muffled her screem for a second.
"Must be out of breath," said Tami.
"Probably fainted again," said Mike.
Beth picked her hands up and for a few moments there was a muffled groaning comming from under her as she put her hands on her kneecaps, but she only sat still for a second before the girl collapsed under her, the sound of her chest caving in the only sound that came from her.
Mike looked down at his watch. "Stay sitting on her for a minute, just to make sure."
Beth wiggled her butt, causing more cracking. "Whatever you say," Beth grinned.
They started talking about the movie again, then Mike said time was up.
Beth got off of the second girl and drug her over to where the first body was, then turned back toward Tame and Mike, both still sitting on the mastermind.
"Is he done yet?" she asked, moving over to them.
Mike looked down next to his butt and checked the thug.
"Still ticking," Mike said, sitting up straight.
"Mind if I take care of business?" Beth said, looking at Tami, smiling.
Tami turned enough to look down at Mike. "Yup, we have created a monster," she said. Mike and Tami both got off of the thug, who was still too weak to do anything but lay there and look up at Beth as she sat on him sidesaddle, just like she had down to his two friends. Since he was bigger than they had been his head was not covered by Beth's butt cheek, so he was able to watch her set down on him, feel her overwhelming weight press against his body, then watch also as she picked her hands up off the floor, letting her full weight set down on him. Looking up her flank, he was able to see her bellyroll expand as she relaxed and sat motionless. Her weight had already stopped him from breathing and he could feel his own heart beating agianst his compressed chest. He saw her bellyroll move as she breathed, then his chest collapsed.
For a few seconds, everyone was still.
Tami spoke first. "He was bigger Beth, you better keep sitting on him for a few more minutes." Beth nodded, and wiggled her butt, crunching the thug. Tami turned to Mike.
"You said you wanted to scratch my back, so lay down," Tami grinned to Mike.
"No bouncing," Mike said as he lay on his back.
"Don't worry," Tami grinned as she straddled him, "I'll be laying on you."
She lay down so that her boobs were covering Mike's face as she crossed her arms under her chin and lay her own legs on his.
Mike had turned his head away, but his head was still burried under her left breast, her hips on his stomach restricting his breathing. He tried to move his arms up to put them on her back, but she was too wide for his arms to get around.
Tami lay on him for a few more seconds, then lifter her chest up off of him by using her elbows to hold her up. She looked down at his now barely exposed face under her breast. "Aren't you going to scratch my back like you want to?"
Mike tried to say something, but her hips pressing into his own belly were keeping him from getting enough breath.
"Men," said Tami as she lay back down on him, making sure to wiggle her breast into his face as she lay down and rested her chin on her folded arms.
"Now don't kill him," laughed Beth, "I want to lay on him too, when we get back to normal."

Mike followed Beth back into the machine room. She turned and stood in the center, smiling down at him. At twice his size, and in her stretch bikini, he was wondering what it would be like to fun wrestle with her. He would loose, of course, but when they fun wrestled at normal size, they did not try and hurt each other. His thoughts of her laying on top of him was showing.
"Business before pleasure," Beth purred, bringing him back to reality.
"What size?" he managed to say. He had to remember she and Tami were killing people right now.
She held her hand up, five fingers showing as she smiled. Mike smiled and nodded back, set the controls and left the room.
He walked up to Tami just as she was dropping Beth's thug back into the cage. The two remaining thugs were now huddled in corners, crying.
She turned and strode back to where Mike was standing, watching. At eighteen feet tall, she covered ground quickly without trying. She sat down and stretched her legs out, rubbing them.
"While Beth was getting ready I was looking at her and wondering what it would be like to fun wrestle with her when she is supersized," Mike said without thinking. It was on his mind. He couldn't help himself.
"Well, for one thing, it wouldn't be fun for you," Tami said, "Lay on your back crossways behind me. I won't kill you." The last part was said with a smile.
Mike did as he was told. He always did. "I was thinking of when your were only double sized," Mike said, laying flat. Tami's back was next to him, the back of her head nearly eight feet over him.
"After a certain point, weight is relative," Tami said as she moved her hands behind her to lift her body. "You won't notice any difference with a thousand or three thousand pounds sitting on you, except where it is sitting," she said as she lifted her butt up and moved back over his torso, and sat down. She kept her butt crack centered over his groin so it was not squashed, but her right cheek squashed down on his stomach, covering him from his sturnum to his groin. Her left cheek covered his legs, down to his knees. She looked down at his face as she lifted her hands off the floor and let her full weight settle down on him.
"If I sat on your chest like this, you would have a real problem breathing," she said, grinning, "and as it is, you just can't use your stomach muscles like you usually do."
Mike was in full agreement, but just couldn't say anything. Indeed, his breathing was cut quickly down to very short breaths. He watched her relax on him, and after a few seconds he saw that when she made small movements, nothing new was felt on his stomach. Hew weight was pressing down fully and his belly was spread out fully.
"If I were to bounce right now, things inside of you would start breaking," Tami said, anticipating his thoughts.
"Wouldn't it be easier on Mike if we brought in some chairs to sit on?" Beth's voice sounded deeper.
Tami turned and looked in the machine room's direction. Beth was walking carefully toward her.
"Wow," said Tami, still sitting on Mike, "How far did you go?"
"Five," Beth grinned, stopping next to Tami and Mike, going to her knees. Beth was now a full twenty seven and a half feet tall, probably around 21 thousand pounds.
"Well, that's a first," said Tami. She was still sitting on Mike, who was watching her belly roll move in and out. He could not see Beth anyway. Tami's body was in the way.
"So's sitting on Mike when you are supersized," said Beth, "What brought this on?"
Tami finally looked down at Mike and grinned. "He asked about fun wrestling when we were supersized, and I was showing him that it would not be fun for him."
"Well, can I get in on the fun before we get on with business?" asked Beth.
"Sure, just don't hurt him," smilled Tami, who put her hands back on the floor and lifter her butt off of Mike and made room for Beth. Mike's legs had gone to sleep ddue to lack of blood, so he could not move.
"When I fun wrestle, I sometimes like to lay across the shoulders of whoever I am wrestling with so I can pin them to the floor," Beth said as she was moving on her hands and knees over Mike. Beth's belly was now nearly five feet wide, and she was centering her fleshy belly roll right over his head. She looked over at Tami. "Let me know if I pin him," she grinned. She then looked down at Mike. "Take a deep breath," she said, then lay down.
Mdike closed his eyes at the last second, just as he took a deep breath. He turned his head away from her flesh just as he was making contact with it. Her weight pressed against his ear. He could barely breathe. After a few minutes, she got off of him. "Wasn't that fun?" she said, looking down at him as she stood up.
"I don't envey them," Mike said, still on his back, pointing to the thugs.
"Good," said Tami as she reached in the cage and grabbed one. "You're big enough to get your own," she said to Beth.
"Some choice I get," she said as she reached in and got the last one. Both thugs still hollered and cried at the same time.
Tami flopped her thug on the concrete and sat sidesaddle on his back. He was not that far from Mike, who watched the pained look on his face as he fought for breath while Tami wiggled around on his back getting comfortable. When she was done, her butt covered the thug from the back of his head to his own butt. His still-tied together wrists kept his arms out in front of him, but he still tried wiggling under her to try and get away. His movement only made Tami jiggle slightly as she moved her legs out and relaxed.
Beth's thug hardly came past her knees, so she simply held him against her torso as she got to her knees, then moved him sideways accross her belly, like she had lain on Mike, then lay down.
She supported the thug against her belly with one hand as he used the other to let her lay down slowly. Once she was on the floor, she removed her hand from the back of the thug and lay flat. This time, the head of the thug was still exposed, his body being covered by Beth's belly. His arms were still along his side, but he couldn't move them anyway. He could breath, though. Barely. Her weight on his chest and stomach was keeping him from getting more than a short breath.
Mike finally was able to sit up and stood, looking at the thugs under Tami and Beth. He checked Tami's first, saw he was still breathing. Beth's was the same way.
Mike, Tami and Beth started talking about fun wrestling they had done in the past. Aftger five minutes, and more breath checks, Tami said it was time to get serious about the business at hand. She got off of her thug, who continued to lay still, trying to get his breath back. He did not get the chance. Tami rolled him onto his back and sat down on his chest, sidesaddle. She sat still and did not wiggle. "This will make it last longer," she said, looking down at the face of the thug.
Beth rolled off her thugs enough to get ahold of his arms, then pulled them past his head. Being five times his size made it easy for her. With his head trapped between his arms, the thug watched as Beth rolled back over him, this time covering his up-looking face with her belly roll. Mike had been able to move his face out of the way and breathe slightly. The thug could not, and his face was covered by Beth's warm and soft flesh. He could open his mouth a little, but got no air. He could not bite her flesh. His nose only found his own exhaust breath.
Beth rested on her elbows as she and Tami chatted. She could feel the thug trying to wiggle under her, and looked down her flank. She saw his hands protruding out from under her flank. She smiled and kept talking.
Unable to check the thug under Beth, Mike was reduced to checking Tami's thugh every few minutes. His breathes were getting shorter and more labored.
"You ready to go home and fun wrestle for a while?" asked Beth.
"You talking to me or Mike?" smiled Tami.
"Both of you, if you like," grinned Beth, playfully wiggling her belly on the thug.
"Sounds like a plan to me," smiled Tami, looking now toward Mike, who was checking the vitals of her thug, "what about you?"
Mike looked up at her. "Sounds like fun, but you have to stay normal sized."
"Since we both out wiegh you anyway, I agree to your conditions," grinned Tami.
"Then you better come and check my thug, see if we can go home yet," Beth said as she was getting off of his thug. Mike checked. "I can't really tell for sure," Mike said.
"Then let's make sure," said Beth as she sat sidesaddle on her thug. She covered hium from his head to his knees, and as she let her hands off of the floor and her wieght settled fully on him, they heard bones cracking as his chest started caving in. He did not yelp. She smiled at Tami.
Tami started bouncing on her thug. He yelped as his chesk started cracking, and she kept at it till he stopped making noise. And breathing.
"Shall we go?" asked Mike.

It was a month before Mike and the girls were called in again. He was the first to see who they were going to dispatch, and went to their prep room a little worried.
"Ya, 'cmon in," answered Beth after Mike knocked on their door.
Beth was helping Tami adjust her bikini top from behind. Tami was now sporting a soft tan on her six foot frame, which contrasted with Beth's shorter, and whiter, and now Mike noticed, pudgier, frame.
Tami turned her head and saw Mike and smiled, but said nothing. Beth also looked and grinned, then stopped smiling.
"You look worried, Mike," Beth said, finishing with Tami, "we thought you would be pleased with our weight increases."
"Oh, I am, you both look good," said Mike, stopping by the door, "I just came from the cage. I'm woried you may not want to do in two of our charges."
"Why wouldn't we?" asked Tami, putting her hands on her hips.
"They're, ahh, women," Mike finally stammered.
Tami only raised an eyebrow, but Beth looked concerned.
"What did they do?" Beth asked.
Mike handed Beth the printout, and she held it so she and Tami could both read it. Meanwhile, Mike was finally seeing the result of their weight gain. Gaining weight and staying respectible looking can be a challenge, especially when the job you are gaining the weight for is something you need to keep secret. Mike quickly surmised they had done good jobs. Tami was now up to 210 pounds, and on her six foot frame, she still looked good to him. Beth was now up to 180 pounds, and on her five six frame, her sweet angelic face was what most people looked at. She and Tami had both concentrated their increases around their waists. Beth's was more noticeable.
"So these three were a team?" Tami was down to business. "He may have been the mastermind, but these two gals could have said 'No' and didn't. They are guilty as hell."
"So you don't mind?" asked Mike.
Tami handed the printout back to Mike. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Me too," chimed in Beth, "Tam's, I have an idea how we can make this fun."
Mike went out to the cage area while Tami and Beth went to the machine room to get supersized.
The three to be dispatched were not wearing anything, as was the custome. It had been started when the programe began, and no one felt like changing it.
Mike was used to the verbal abuse being hurled at him by the three. Those in the cage were always making noise. Right up to the end. Especially these three. Had they finished high school, they would have graduated last year. But they did not. The mastermind was around six feet tall, like Tami, but skinny. His two babes were shorter than Beth, and at least had figures. And mouths. Mike was almost blushing at the things they were saying. Almost. He had learned to steel himself against those in the cage. To him, they no longer existed. They would be room temprature soon.
When the two girls screemed, Mike turned to watch Beth and Tami enter the room from around the partition. What Mike saw surprised even him. Tami had only increased her size by .75. She was now a little over ten feet tall and just over eleven hundred pounds. Beth had maxed out at six times her size and was just over thirty-three feet tall and must be pushing fourty thousand pounds.
"I really think she's over doing this," smiled Tami as she stopped next to Mike. Tami's tan boobs were still incased in her bikini top (which had stretched with her size increase) and were now just taller than Mike.
"She is a little large to fun wrestle with right now, but I doubt if that is what you two have in mind," Mike said, watching Beth walk carefully over to the cage of screemers.
"Remember last time, when Beth lay on top of you?" Tami said, watching Beth reach into the cage from the top.
"How can I forget," Mike said, also watching Beth, "You had just finished sitting on me."
"Then you may relate to these three," smiled Tami as she moved a step closer to Beth.
Beth reached in and grabbed the rope that was synching the arms together at the wrists of fthe mastermind, and lifted him out, kicking and hollering. Once he was clear of the top of the cage, Beth grabed his legs and held him out level, his bare butt facing the ceiling.
"Don't drop him," chided Tami as Beth moved slightly and bent over enough to start to lay him on the concrete close to Tami.
"You ordered a skinny hollerer, Madam?" grinned Beth as she lay him on the floor and held him so he could not get up. He was still yelling, as were the two gals in the cage.
"Why, yes, thank you," smiled Tami as she stepped over him and sat down on his back sidesaddle, pointing her long legs toward the center of the room, bouncing slightly on his back to get comfortable.
"You may go now," Tami said like an emperor. Beth smiled and let his arms and legs go and moved back to the cage.

After the last check, Tami moved off of her thug and kneeled over him, looking down at his barely alive body. She then moved around and sat next to him, sidesaddle.
"Gonna dispatch him already?" asked Beth, still sitting on her thug.
"Ya, this is taking too long," said Tami as she put one hand next to her thug's head, the other next to his feet, then lifted her butt over him and sat down. As she removed her hands so her full weight could settle down on him, the small thug gave a small grunt just as his face was partially covered by Tami's left cheek. And only a second after that his ribs started cracking and he started yelling in pain. His yelling was partially muffled by Tami's butt cheek partially covering his face. She looked down her flank and wiggled her butt to help speed up the process. She stopped wiggling after a few seconds and sat still, but the thugs in the cage kept yelling for her to stop.
I walked around to the other side and saw his legs still ticking out from under her. Tami's full weight was squashing down on his upper torso as she looked over at Beth.
"Well?" Tami asked, blood now starting to seep out from under her small thug.
"Oh, all right," said Beth as she got off of her thug and moved around to his side, sitting back down on his chest as Tami had done on hers. Her butt also covered her thug from his chin to his belly. Looking down at him, Beth decided to adjust her seat, so she bounced over to her right a bit so she could center her weight on the center of his chest. I heard something crack as she bounced and saw him wince as she reached down and moved his head to the side to clear her cheek. Satisfied, she smiled over at Tami.
"That will still take a few more minutes," Tami said as she got off of her dead thug.
"I don't mind the few extra minutes," smiled Beth, "Go ahead and grab another."
"Don't mind if I do," Tami grinned as she stood up and leaned down, picking up the lifeless thug and tossing the body into the cage and reached down for another.
Two down, four to go...

Tami looked down into the cage, grinning, then grabbed the arms of the tallest one there. He was about six feet tall and thin like the rest. Tami lifted him out, grabbing his thrashing legs as they cleared the top of the cage. He was only a third of her size and she carried him next to her full breasts for the short distance to where Beth was sitting sidesaddle on her own thug.
"Any special plans for this one?" Beth asked.
"Let's see," Tami said as she stopped next to Beth, the thug still being held against her breasts like a heavy doll, "Mike, what's this one done?"
I looked at my sheet. "Rape and murder," I said to her, "He snuffed three teenagers."
Tami is stronger than she looks. "This will really be fun," she said as she held him out in her nearly straight arm and, as he hung by his arms over the floor, she flicked his nuts with her right center finger, twice. He yowled, but nobody cared.
"So, you like to impose you will on helpless girls, eh?" Tami said as she was lowering him to the floor, twisting him back and forth so he could not get any traction with his feet. She was also getting down on her knees at the same time that she was lowering him to the floor. His butt hit the floor in a sitting position as she was leaning over him.
"You get all excited about getting on top of them, don't you," she said as she continued to lay him out flat in front of her own leaning body, "really get excited about laying you body down on top of them when they can't get away, don't you."
He was now flat on his back and yelling. Tami's own body was down close enough to his so that his twisting back and forth was blocked by her body so he stayed on his back. She was still supporting her own weight with her knees and elbows as she moved over him, until his head was under her breasts, and between them. She stopped. He was still yelling.
"Well, payback is fun, at least for me," Tami said as she lay down, letting her upper body rest fully on his. Her breasts muffled his yelling as she adjusted her body, making sure as much of her weight as possible was laying on him.
"I thought you were the one who was in a hurry to dispatch these guys quickly," smiled Beth, "All you are doing is making it last longer for him."
Tami stopped wiggling and lay still, folding her arms under her chin, holding the thugs manacled wrists with her hands, and smiled up at Beth. "Ya, I know," she said, looking down her flank at where her belly was spread out and hanging over over the thugs, "I want him to suffer just a bit."
Again, about five minutes passed while the two of them just sat and lay on their thugs and talked about this and that. When we had first started this program, Tami and Beth were just out of high school, but weighed as much as they do now, only three years later. Beth still likes to torture her charges, so she usually only doubles her size. We don't have a scale large enough here, but we figured she weighed around 1360 pounds standing, and around 950 when she sat on someone, like she was now. The human body is pretty resilient, so it takes a while for her weight to finally do someone in, usually by restricting their breathing. Now, Tami likes to get the job done. She enjoys using her body to crush her thug. And when she is at three times her normal size, she probably weighs around 5400 pounds standing, and when she sit on them, they have around 3800 pounds squashing them, which usually will do them in quickly. Her laying on this guy was probably putting close to 2000 pounds over his upper body. She was making it very, very hard for him to breathe.
While they were talking, I was checking Beth's thug. His head was turned to the side under her butt cheek, so I was able to check his breathing. He still was managing short and shallow breaths.
"Beth," I said, interrupting some meaningless conversation, "you're gonna have to gain weight or something, caus he's still breathing."
"Just lay on his face and be done with it," grinned Tami.
"Look who's talking, little miss 'I-want-to-make-him-suffer," Beth responded.
"Oh, all right," said Tami as she lifter her body just enough to move forward as she kept control of her thug's arms, keeping them outstretched and next to either side of his head, keeping his face looking up. She kept looking down her flank, and when her belly roll was over his face, she lay back down, covering his face with her belly roll. I watched from close by to make sure his face stayed upright, which it did. His mouth and nose were now covered by her belly, and unless he was lucky enough to have a lucky air passage, his air was now cut off completely.
Tami let his arms go and rested on her own elbows, letting more of her weight rest on her own belly, and in turn on his face. She smiled at Beth and wiggled her body in satisfaction for a few moments. When she stopped moving and was laying still, his arms that were keeping his face turned up into her belly were covered by her own belly to the point they were only visible if you got on the floor and looked under her for them. There were only a few inches between her belly and the floor.
"OK, your turn," smiled Tami.
"Oh, you win, again," Beth retorted as she got off of her thug and positioned his arms out past his head. He started to groan as she straddled his chest and leaned forward, keeping his arms tight against his head as she stretched herself out over him. He started to groan a little louder.
"This should be fun," said Tami.
I saw his eyes open just as Beth lay down on him, her belly covering his face and resting against his stretched arms.
"I think I can feel him trying to wiggle," Beth said as she got comfortable.
"Leave it to you to have the most fun," smiled Tami, again, wiggling her body back and forth on her thug's face.
The remaining thugs in the cage were still yelling at us, but we continued to ignore them. For the next few minutes I checked the thugs under Tami and Beth. Tami's was covered so well I had to look at what of his chest I was able to get at, and could not see any movement. Beth's, on the other hand, had somehow found a way to breathe, despite her repositioning her self on his face.
"This one is pretty stubborn," she said after repositioning her belly on his face, again.
Tami started to get off of her thug. "Let me finish this one off and I'll give you some help," she said, then sat sidesaddle on his waist, wiggling her butt on his groin as she sat on it. He made no response as she used her hands on the floor to rise up a few inches and drop back on his groin and waist a few times. The last time he had some liquid come out of his mouth. I guess having 3800 pounds dropping on your gut will do that.
"I hope he suffered," she said as she got off of him and walked over to where Beth was.
"What do you have in mind?" Beth asked, watching Tami walk over to her. Tami was usually only six inches taller than Beth, but she was now seven feet taller, and a lot heavier.
"Thought I'd help you gain some weight," Tami said as she straddled Beth and sat on the small of her back, letting her weight press Beth's stomach harder onto the thug's face.
"I hope this works," Beth grunted, "You're even heavy on me."
Tami moved her feet out just past Beth's shoulders and got comfortable, wiggling slightly, and smiling down at the back of Beth's head. "When my boyfriend says I feel too heavy when we wrestle, I make sure I end up sitting on him till I'm ready to get off of him," Tami said as she looked at me and winked.
"Do you ever wrestle with Jack when you are super-sized?" asked Beth, sounding like she was getting used to having Tami's now almost fully 5400 pounds on her back.
"Jack has no Idea I do this on the side," Tami said, "Besides, he only weighs a hundred and seventy five dripping wet. I don't need to super-size to enjoy sitting on him."
Beth did not say anything more, since I could see Tami's weight was spreading Beth's stomach out past the thug's arms. But that did not stop Tami from talking about wrestling with Jack, and how much she enjoyed sitting and laying on him. I got the impression Jack did not object too much.
After a few more minutes, Tami got off of Beth and Beth rolled partially off of her thug. I did not find any breathing, but Tami sat on him just to make sure, breaking a few ribs in the process. He did not scream.
"Beth, why don't you go back in and get one size larger while I toss these bodies back into the cage." One of the few times Tami ever sounded serious.
"I'll go with you to set up the machine," I said.
Beth only smiled at us and headed for the machine room. I followed as Tami tossed the two bodies into the cage.
Four down, two to go.

I knocked on the door.
"You two ready?" I asked from my side of the door.
"Ya, c'mon in," replied Tami's voice.
I opened the door and went in. Tami and Beth were adjusting their string bikini's. Tami is the taller of the two, almost six foot and two hundred pounds. Nicely rounded figure. A little flabby around her middle, but so was Beth. Beth was shorter by almost six inches, but full-figured like Tami. Weighed in at around one-seventy. Their bikini's really did not hide anything, just kept their boobs from flopping around too much while they were working.
Which was why we were at the secure building today. They had a few thugs to take care of.
"How do we look?" asked a cheerful Beth, turning around so I could see all of her. Tami just rolled her eyes. Tami is the more serious of the two, but enjoys her work.
"You both look a great as always," I replied, smiling, "but I still think you are being too nice to these thugs."
"Nice?" said Tami, with a half-smile, "They're naked, so why shouldn't we at least be partially. Besides, skin is easier to clean if they pop. The machine ready?"
I nodded and Tami headed past me and out the door. Beth followed, but stopped next to me, grinning. She is just a little shorter than me, but heavier. I could feel the heat of her excitement.
"Tami is still reluctant to say how much she enjoys doing this," Beth said softly, "but I'm not."
Beth continued out of the room, headed for the room Tami had entered. They would be enlarged in moments, as would their bikinis. Of course, the bikini's had to be able to stretch to accommodated the new sizes, but they did. I left and went into the main room, where the girls would be taking care of business. I was there to make sure they took care of that business, which was located in the large cage at the far end of the room. The room itself was sound-proofed and about sixty by sixty by thirty feet high. The floor was concrete. The cage held six thugs the police had brought in the night before. These were the kind of thugs who did despicable things (rape, sold drugs, murder, etc.) that would only clog up the judicial system, even though they were guilty. Tami and Beth made sure they would not cause any more problems on our streets. The cops looked the other way.
The six were indeed naked. And bound hand and foot. They had some arm and leg movement, but they were not going to get free once they were outside of the cage. They started hollering again when they saw me, but I continued to ignore them. They did not exist to me at this point. I waited a few more minutes in a chair by the wall. Then the girls came out from behind the partition. Beth, like usual, had only doubled her size, so she was around eleven feet tall. Tami had this time gone for triple size, so she was eighteen feet tall. Both still full-figured, jiggling slightly as they approached the cage and stopped next to it. The thugs had gone silent when they saw them, but started yelling again as the huge girls got closer.
"Any preferences?" whispered Tami. Even whispering, the larger-than-life girls had big voices to match their bodies, so they did not have to speak up to be heard.
"They are all kinda scrawny," said Beth, "Give me a skinny one."
Tami reached in the top of the cage and hooked her fingers around the rope between one of the thugs wrists. The top of the cage is open and the cage itself is only about six foot square, so these guys were not going anywhere. But the still try and run around, to no avail. Tami lifted the thug up off his feet. He screamed and thrashed around.
"This one?" asked Tami, "He seems about your normal height, maybe a hundred and sixty pounds or so."
"Sure," Beth smiled, "flop him on the floor and I'll get started."
Tami used both hands to lift the now screaming and thrashing thug out of the cage and onto the floor, where she and Beth drug him a few feet further away from the noisy cage and lay him down on his belly. Beth immediately straddled him as Tami let go of his arms and stepped back, heading for the cage.
Beth rolled the hollering thug over on his back. His legs were kicking as much as their limited movement would allow, but Beth held his arms easily as she moved up, then straddled his belly.
I could not see his face, nor his head for that matter, because Beth's knees were past his head, but he only hollered for a moment as she settled down on him.
I got out of my chair and walked over to where Beth was sitting. The thug was still breathing, but only short gasps. His legs were still pumping. Beth and I both looked toward Tami as she was pulling her thug out of the cage. I was standing, but Beth was at my eye-level as Tami looked in our direction.
"You keep sitting like that and this will take all day," Tami grunted as she pulled one of the smaller thugs out. He was probably around five foot and a hundred pounds. And loud.
"I was just waiting for you so we could get started together," Beth said easily.
"Don't wait for me, Beth," said Tami as she carried her smaller package closer to Beth, "I was going to try something different on this smaller one." Tami then stopped and put the thug down on his back while she got on her knees.
"What are you planning this time?" Beth asked as she moved her legs out and sat her full weight down on her thugs stomach. He let out quite a yell as her weight squashed down on him, but was quiet right after as Beth wiggled slightly to center her weight on him evenly. She quickly moved her hands under her butt cheeks where they hung over the edges of the thugs waist. I watched and saw her fingers just clear her butt and the floor. The thug was carrying most of Beth's increased weight with his stomach. His legs moved only for a moment, then lay still. I looked over her leg down at his face and saw he was still breathing. Barely.
Now on her knees, Tami picked her small thug up and pressed him against her belly, pressing his back with her hands. His yelling face was against one flank of her waist, his kicking legs pounding against her other flank. Her bellybutton was against his waist. Tami shifted her hands so only one hand was holding him by pressing on his back. Her fleshy belly roll was partially muffling his yelling as she leaned forward on her knees and used her outstretched arm to steady herself, she lay down on the floor, laying on her hand, and the small thug.
As Tami rose up slightly to remove her hand that was holding the thug next to her, I walked over to watch the results. As Tami moved her hand out from under him, the thug tried to wiggle clear. Tami simply lay back down and covered the thug. The top of his head was still showing out from under her bellyroll, so Tami lifted herself up just enough to move her belly fully over the thug, who again tried to roll over and escape, but he did not move fast enough and was still on his back when Tami's descending bellyroll stopped his moving. Where his head had shown before, now only Tami's belly was resting on the floor, moving as she breathed. I walked around to the other side of her and saw his feet and a little of his shins. His feet were still wiggling. A little.
Beth and Tami stayed sitting and laying on their thugs for five more minutes, talking about this and that while the caged thugs kept yelling. Beth would bounce on what was left of her thugs stomach now and then, just to keep him from getting a breath. I would then check him to see if he was still alive. He was, but just. Tami would roll on her side enough to expose his face and I would check him also. Again, just alive. Tami would roll back down and recover him, crossing her arms under her chin and smiling.

When I began this story I was trying to explain how a small man like myself could be considered lucky. For those who believe a man should outweigh his wife, and that thin women are the most attractive, such a message will be impossible to comprehend: they would believe that being a circus midget is a kind of horrific curse. But an audience that believes that big is beautiful, however, would uderstand why my life is fortunate, and one to envy. No one else understands. In the last episode I described my first love affair, beginning when a woman five times my weight took a shine to me. We enjoyed three ecstatic months while she grew larger, savoring the heady sensations of being a giantess: it was a fantasy fulfilled for her to be able to dwarf, overpower and overwhelm me. While she never exceeded 300 pounds, her power came from the difference in our sizes, because I was only about 40 pounds when we broke up. She had decided that she wanted to be smaller again, while I began to dream of finding a larger woman, so we parted, as friends. And I was in a kind of paradise for any man dreaming of finding a huge mate: the circus. While Barbara had grown somewhat during our affair, she was essentially an amateur, who had taught me to want a professional: a circus fat lady. Not only would such a woman be free of the pressure to slim down that so many women face, but she would be among accepting peers. We were a world of our own, that could only turn to each other for support, given that society saw us as "freaks". Late in the summer of my first year in the circus I met Amanda-Ann, the girl I would eventually marry. Mandy, as she was known, was a nice girl, but sweet as she was, I didn't know how to make the first move. I had been seeing Barbara, but she was not "one of us". I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to find a partner for life from the circus world. Although Barbara and I parted, I could not figure out a way to get Mandy's atention. Mandy had been given the stagename "Fat Fannie"... which was not the only part of her that was fat. Mandy was billed as "A quarter ton of fun", and "The Mid-west's own Fat-girl". I had seen the signs, but could never seem to catch up to the fat-girl herself. Once my affair with Barbara was over, the idea took on an urgency that began to make me crazy with desire. I thought about her constantly, but I wondered if she would be interested in somebody as small as me. Finally, I went looking for her during one of my breaks, determined to find her once and for all. I went into her display area, only to hear loud laughter. She was alone with a pair of teenagers: a boy and girl wrapped around each other, while they alternated between laughing at her, and pawing each other. She was trying to ignore them, even though there was nothing else to distract her from their cruel attention, at least until I came in. I brazenly walked up beside them, and looked up at her, letting loose with the loudest wolf-whistle I could do. Neither of them had seen me come in, because I was so short, so you can imagine how my whistle made them jump out of their skins. Now that Mandy had something else to look at besides the teenagers they ceased to exist. She gave me a big smile, and hollered "well look at you!" I didn't miss a beat, but simply replied "I'd rather look at you, honey." Our eyes locked together. Maybe the idiots who had been razzing her left, maybe not. I could not believe what I was seeing: a huge young girl-child with a sweet disposition, sparkling eyes, who probably did not have a boyfriend. She seemed to be about my age or a bit older. Wow! I was in luck. But would I have any chance, given my size? After some more sizable sighs she asked "Where'd they find you?" to which I replied "your family sent for me because they knew you like big strong men. Did they do the right thing?" But apparently I'd said the wrong thing. She frowned at the suggestion, and jumped to her feet, startling me completely. How could so much girl move so fast? My Lord, but she wasn't just wide-- she was also extremely tall! Her passion scared me, and inflamed me at the same time. "They've never cared what I think. How do you think I came here?" "Me too" I said, wondering if that counted for anything. She suddenly realized that I was a colleague...perhaps it never dawned on her that I was smaller than most men, because she dwarfed ALL men. She shyly asked me where my display was. I pointed out my own display, now nervous as I had ever been in my life. "Please come and visit." Trembling, I blurted out the question that would make or break my entire life: "do you have a boyfriend?" Her eyes bulged at my query, but she retorted vehemently "Me? I scare them away." I somehow managed to reach one of her great hands, and grabbed it, marveling for that moment at its heat, moistness, and sheer size. I looked into her eyes, as she regarded me skeptically, as if I were some kind of snake-oil salesman. Or maybe it was simply that she had never imagined such a moment, and it was beyond her understanding. "Well the only thing that scares me about you is that I've just met you, and I'm pretty sure..." I took a breath, and then plunged on, following the wild impulse to its natural conclusion: "...I love you". I squeezed her hand harder, because I expected it to be snatched away any second. I wanted to remember the sensation all my life, in case it was never repeated. But as I continued to look into her beautiful eyes, I saw her begin to cry, just a little. She bent down towards me, and managed to kneel. The effort of shifting all of her weight was spellbinding. Bending further, she loomed closer: I didn't pull away, but remained snared in the firm grasp of those overflowing eyes. And...wow...she kissed me, dripping hot tears onto my cheek. I was confused. Her warm tears were as sensuous as any love juice I'd ever encountered in love-play. I wanted more. But I was moved by her obvious sorrow. Why was she so sad, I wondered? "Can I... can I ask-k-k you s-s-s-somthing-g?" She unveiled a huge stutter that I had never suspected. How strange to see this strong giantess stutter helplessly, fearfully... and where had these knots of tension come from? But I nodded encouragement to her question, at a loss for words in the presence of such emotion. "M-my m-mo-mother...." she stopped, as if the word itself upset her. I knew intuitively that her parting from her family had not been as carefree as my own. She composed herself, and began again. "You're kidding, right?" But I shook my head, and continued to smile at her, while holding on to her hand. And I think I may have shed a tear or twenty by now, which probably helped her to believe me. "My mother...t-t-t-old m-m-me... I'd NEVER....never have a b-boy-f-friend. Never, ever." She pulled her hand away, as if in pain, and turned from me, when I retorted "well what about me?" That stopped her from going, at least. She turned back, as if in slow motion. So much was riding on this, that I was mesmerized. Her warm, welcoming smile is like my orgasm: burning deep into me, seizing me and making me convulse in the knowledge that, yes, she might actually want to let me get close to her. All she says is "you're so nice to me" but I know what I need to know. I act on that knowledge immediately, stating emphatically "I have to be your boyfriend. Please: say yes!" It's a turning point in my life, but she nods, and says a quiet "of course." This simple pronouncement changed my life forever. I had fantasized about living with a giantess. It had initially been my former girlfriend's fantasy of power and control over a much smaller man, acted out on me, until I got hooked on the sensation of her big body pressing and pushing and surrounding me constantly. The only thing I can compare it to is swimming in big waves on a beach...heavy surf. The same way that you can feel the waves pounding on you hours later, I could feel her breasts, her hips, her stomach long after. Eventually I was addicted. My fantasy became a reality to explore every day: I eventually married a giantess. Mandy was not yet full-grown when I met her that summer, and not yet 500 pounds, even though the sign advertised her as "a quarter ton of fun". When she came to know my preferences she welcomed her growth as a blessing, enjoying my enjoyment of her size. That summer she had not finished her full growth spurt. I watched in astonishment as she continued to shoot up almost daily. When she was finished she was an astonishing 6-foot, nine-inch girl who had lost some of her weight. But nobody quibbled with her weight claim, because nobody had ever seen such a girl, and we had nothing to compare her to. The awkwardness of her sudden growth caused her sometimes to stumble, crashing into things while she got accustomed to her size. Her own inability to control her body, in its newly grown immensity made her a believable fatgirl. I watched her sometimes bump into people, while casually walking, and in the process send people staggering simply from the impact of her huge hips or her pendulous buttocks. And she wouldn't even know that someone had been knocked flying, at least until I started to tell her how much I enjoyed seeing her casual impact on people so much smaller than herself. The first time I saw her break a chair, and she apologized, I reassured her that watching the impact of her larger than life body was exciting for me, and probably a few other men as well. Now that I'm so much bigger I want to talk about the disadvantage of being a big man. The first time I saw Mandy I was about 37 inches tall. I grew to be almost 40 inches, and now weigh-in at a chubby 90 pounds. Mandy is six-foot nine, and demolishes the scale or anything else she sits or steps on. Last time we checked Mandy was approaching the magic number of 900 pounds: magic because I get dizzy thinking of a wife ten times my size. I wish I were smaller, and Mandy is starting to get turned on to this fantasy, imagining herself so much larger than me that I'm lost on her body like a mountain climber, perhaps fallen into a crevasse between her luscious folds of fat. And so, as Mandy has listened to me tell her my fantasies, Mandy has developed her own fantasy. She wants to create the most extreme contrast between us that she can imagine: she becomes the largest woman in history, while I become the smallest man. And why would I want to grow bigger when that growth makes my wife seem smaller? Mandy's fantasy now rules our lives. While she is not only willing, but obsessed with the idea of growth, every meal is a party, a celebration of her sensuality. The other side of the fantasy is me: I am to try to become smaller. Part of the meal-game is that I feed her until she is almost sated, and then when I try to eat have most or all of my meal stolen by a ravenous giantess. I used to think of Jack Sprat and his wife, who can "eat no lean", creating a different version of the nursery rhyme for us... Jack Sprat can have no fat His wife must not be lean So she eats everything in sight, Because she's so obscene. We're both turned on by how much she dwarfs me in every aspect of our lives. For example, picture the following scene in our living room, in our trailer. We have a couch that holds three average sized people... or Mandy and me. I sit as close to the arm as possible, for safety. When Mandy arrives the cushion I have been on gets contorted at a 45-degree angle by her vast wobbly thighs. I find myself on a slippery slope, falling down hill against her warmth. And does it matter what I was doing before? Perhaps I was reading, or listening to music. The moment of her arrival is as distracting as a twister ripping the roof off of your house, except that twisters don't say hello, or take requests. Twisters don't tickle your roof, asking what position it wants to be squashed in. Twisters don't bargain or make you beg. And when Mandy wants my attention there is nothing else I would rather be doing. We have some reachable objectives in sight. If I get down to 60 pounds, when she reaches 1200 pounds she will be an amazing 20 times my weight. For a 200 pound husband, that would translate into 4,000 jiggling pounds of female: two tons! Or, as that 200 pound man, picture the way you handle a 10-lb housecat... but don't sit on it. That's what I face at home. Every now and then she comes looking for me, and pretends not to see me. I'll notice the darkness, and wonder if she's playing or really unaware of my presence. That possibility always adds a life-and death element to the game. Somehow she always manages to sit beside me, or only put a little of her weight down... although I can't tell until it's too late whether she knows I'm there. I trust her to be careful, not only because this is her favorite game, but also because she'd have a hard time replacing me... but she feels there is more excitement in creating the illusion that she didn't see me before she sat down. While she's a pretty good actress, it's hard to make this believable considering that we play this game a few times every day... We've worked out a whole set of objectives for our joint diet, and even brought the circus management in with us. They stand to profit by our fantasy, as I become smaller, and especially as Mandy becomes a record-breaking fat lady. Not only are they footing the food bills for her heroic fattening efforts, but they even let us play our food game privately in our own trailer, by bringing the food there: because I've convinced them that Mandy would grow fastest if we play privately. We believe we'll reach that in less than six months, given Mandy's current progress: she probably passed 900 a while ago, and we're not sure when we'll weigh her again. Mandy suggested that purchasing a scale would be quite practical, because it would be very theatrical to have her step on the scale for the customers. So far the management are still thinking about her idea. Our next objective that I mentioned is the 20-time threshold, when I reach 60, and she reaches 1200. I have to go down to 50 pounds if she attains 1,500: 30 times my size. While her gains may become harder to achieve, I have to match her by becoming smaller. Our ultimate goal does not strain our imaginations, although the circus management doubts we can achieve it: for me to become her square root... 40 pounds times 40 = 1,600 pounds. But Mandy believes she will eat her way far beyond this amount. It's worth mentioning that getting Mandy to go from her current weight of 950 or so to 1600 lb is less than double her weight, yet by reducing my own weight, our size difference will go from 10 times to 40 times. Could you get your wife to become four times as heavy as she is now? This is the only way a diet makes sense: when the husband goes on it to make the wife seem even larger. Why would anyone want to be bigger than I am, once they've tasted the glory of a giantess? Each of her ARMS outweighs me substantially. We play a game called "Attack of the 50 ft woman", where Mandy goes on a rampage. Unlike the movie, this giantess eats everything in sight. To maximize the effect I lie on my back, while she jiggles heavily by me, as if unable to see someone as tiny as me. As in the movie, the giantess calls her husband's name, accusing him of cheating on her. When she finally finds me, she puts her enormous foot over my face, and says goodbye, leaning on me a little bit. But unlike the movie, there's a happy ending, when she realizes that I'm faithful. My favorite game from my youth is still seeing her destroy a chair. This is precious because it's too expensive to do often. She'll sometimes burst the arms off by wiggling until her torso is contained, temporarily. Or she puts a knee or foot through it like a bullfighter toying with it before administering a coup de grace. She plays with herself before the final crunching finale, climaxing noisily. But mostly, I administer to Mandy's needs. I love to kiss, cream and oil- massage her amazing feet, that take so much punishment. So many of our games involve face-to-foot contact that I've become obsessed with their health, their softness, & their comfort. I also make sure her toes are polished, and for that matter, her shoes, too. When cleaning her shoes, I will sometimes get lost in thought, particularly if there's an insect squished on the bottom of her sole. I think about the weight ratio if I were an ant, 1/4 inch tall, looking up at the equivalent of a 1,500 foot tall giantess unaware of the havoc she wreaks, weighing millions of pounds... Another sensual pleasure zone that continues to amaze us is Mandy's stomach. I spend more time there than anywhere else, including the obvious places to give a woman pleasure. Mandy loves hours of massaging and rubbing to every inch of her tummy, exhausting me by the sheer exertion of moving her flab around. When she gets hot, she'll get on all fours above me, and rub me sensuously with her stomach, sometimes knocking me off my feet, sometimes bashing me with her breasts, sometimes rolling atop me, making me completely invisible. She loves the sense that I am lost under all that perfumed whiteness, a lily-white mountain, rubbing me. She gets so excited that she becomes very aggressive, knowing how I am turned on. Her gut engulfs me so completely that when I lie on my back with arms outstretched I cannot find anything but hot churning stomach flesh in every direction! She is a velvet steam-roller paving me into the bed, and mashing me senseless. Most of her weight is on the bed, but at times I wonder if she wants to grind me flat, or absorb me into her growing body. My eyelids sometimes get yanked by her fleshy frenzy. I struggle to find breath, while I get completely lost in her, a pillow trying to smother me. She says she really loves trying to squish my little hard-on under her, and will say so while bucking on me. I hear her chanting voice coming through her body, repeating "I'm going to squish you, I'm going to squish you", while she bounces, and rolls and grinds on my whole body, takes me so deep into her softness that I spray madly with no resistance. I'm not sure if it's my terror of being crushed or my desire to be crushed that gets me off. And my excitement makes her wilder, pumping her pelvis in an apparent mad frenzy. She sometimes rolls onto her back because she is afraid of what she might do in her frenzy. Recently, she looked me in the eye, and said almost tearfully, that her fantasies were starting to scare her. She was beginning to fantasize about squashing me to death, and was afraid that at the crucial moment I would bring about the fatal conclusion by keeping silent when I was in danger. I laughed, because I thought she'd never hear me once her stomach avalanche had me engulfed: what difference would it make? This only scared her more, because even at night, lately, when she is half asleep and feeling horny, she has turned over onto me. She's right, because my own fantasies match hers: I dream of drowning in her vastness, of being pressed flat under her softness, of her thunderous

He had been so sure he could win the wrestling match... I had never thought of giving up wrestling until my last bout. Until then I enjoyed it. But I was made an offer I couldn't refuse. It turns out what I've got now is better, although refusing would have been dangerous, or even deadly. The promoter's idea was a novelty match. Men never wrestle women, but this seemed like a good match. At 200 lb. I'm the smallest guy on the circuit, so I need all the attention I can get. My opponent was Tanya Buttski, known simply as Two-ton Tanya. They told me she was a flabby 250 pounder who had never really wrestled a single opponent in her life. I was cautioned to be gentle, and not to hurt her because people would get upset, and that would be bad for my image, and the image of the sport of wrestling. Little did I realize that I was the one who could get hurt. Tanya was a lot closer to two tons than they let on when we made the match, and she wasn't flabby. I suspected that it might have been true that she had never wrestled a single opponent, given that in most matches her opponents were probably too overwhelmed, intimidated, and outclassed to put up a fight. The first time I laid eyes on her was in the ring. Alarm bells went off in my head. For starters she was a foot taller than me. They announced her at 6-foot nine, and her boots made her look seven feet tall. I'm five-nine. But that wasn't even the scary part. Never mind her height, or the fact that she wasn't flabby. She was very, very, very wide. Judging from her height I did some panicky calculations in my head. Judging from her height she could be twice my weight, which was only 192, and not 200. We met in the center of the ring to shake hands. I looked up to meet her eyes, because I didn't want to look too nervous. She was waiting, laughing at me. "I guess we fooled you, huh Jimmy? Am I a teeny bit bigger than what you expected?" I nodded. She mimed the universal sign of the hustle: a fisherman, reeling in his catch. As her big hand grasped mine, she held onto it for a few seconds longer than necessary. Was this some sort of test of strength? But she just laughed again. When you're sure of yourself you can laugh at everything. Today, Tanya had no worries whatsoever. "Ooooh Jimmy... I think your hand is shaking! Is that fear? Or maybe excitement?" She leaned closer, still holding my hand: "or lust?" I changed the subject. "So how much do you weigh?" She released my hand, but still stared straight into me. "Tell you what. Let's play carnival. I sit on your face, and you guess my weight." I'm sure she saw my shudder, and knew what it meant: that the idea excited me completely. She turned confidently back to her corner, while I reeled back to mine, wondering how I would be able to concentrate on the match. The bell rang, and Tanya came out sllowly, warily, while I danced around her. But we'd have to meet eventually. This was wrestling, not boxing or ballet. I faced the inevitable. I thought "please God, don't let me be totally humiliated". Our arms locked, ritualistically, in the middle of the ring. The sensation in my shoulders was completely unfamiliar: I was reaching up. I tried not to look in her eyes...yet, anyway. I kept thinking of that knowing look she had given me when she spoke of playing "carnival". If she looked at me that way again, I might have embarrassing developments in my pants....Damn, another strike against me. She may not have had the muscle of a man her size, but so what? She leaned her upper body towards me, almost above me, while our arms continued to be linked, and my knees buckled without a second's resistance. The crowd cheered, damn them. Sure I buckled, because of the pressure, but also because her breasts billowed up between her arms into my face. They smelled good. Your knees would be weak, too. As I went lower, kneeling, now, she kept hold, relentlessly maintaining downward pressure, until I was like Atlas, holding the world on my shoulders. A world of panting breast-flesh going up and down like a bellows, in my face, on my shoulders. Her breasts were the world, and I was struck with the thought that I shouldn't push. Would it be so bad to be buried under those behemoth boobs? Was she even breathing hard, or was this just her way of enticing me further? Those breasts seemed to swell, becoming heavier, more dangerous, more irresistibly lovely by the second. How had Atlas died, I wondered. And he always held hard rock. Did he long to be crushed by soft, perfumed female flesh? As I struggled to make it look like a wrestling match, and not something else, I whispered "375?" "More" she answered. "Well 400 then!" She sighed as if she weren't wrestling, weren't struggling with all of her strength. I guess she was only using a fraction. Was this so easy for her? "Ah Jimmy, plenty more. "And stop acting like this is bad news... as if you want me to be small". She had a point. The wrestling match was a complete farce, because it was only a matter of time. But then what else was there, if not wrestling? I was only thinking about her body, but not in a ring, and...not with any clothes on. But I had to concentrate. Tanya, on the other hand was a complete professional. She had me pegged completely, and was effortlessly toying with me. She had been calculating her next move, and suddenly caught me be surprise. Up on her toes, she was able to trap our locked arms under her stomach. My face now seemed to be under her breasts, while her face was far above me. She then dropped herself, breasts flooding my face, stomach pressing onto arms. There was a terrifying sense of mass looming above with momentum behind her, as when an elephant has been on its hind legs, and then lowers itself. We were slick with each others sweat, but Tanya couldn't lose. Whichever way she slipped or slid, I would be under her, pinned, or maybe flattened. I heard her breathing hard, and realized that her panting wasn't exertion, but excitement. I saw the width of her grin, and realized that it was matched by the width of her body. Whichever way we slipped off each other I would be under her. How could I escape when she was so WIDE? She seemed to obscure the arena lighting. I was in her shadow. "450?" Again I noticed how much less exertion she mas making than I. I was nearing my limits, yet she had not even begun to work. Her sweat was from the excitement of the moment. I wondered what that was caused by. Was she an exhibitionist? Her answers, in retrospect, kept telling me everything. "You're going in the right direction. But you're still way off." I went with the inspiration of the moment, giving in to my basic horny instinct, hoping to catch her by surprise. My energy was gone, and her last reply took away my last vestige of hope. I thought to escape by collapsing down, suddenly, taking her arms into a tangle. This would have worked but for one thing... She simply let go, and decided to drop her torso onto me. I couldn't regain my knees because she was pressing relentlessly. It began to dawn on me just how stupefyingly heavy she really was. That she hadn't been fighting at all. That even now she was playing with me, because I was way too small to ever even begin to mount an assault on her. "550?" She put her head by my ear delicately, or was it amorously? "Well now you're finally starting to get close. But I don't know if numbers mean anything after a certain point. How often will you find a woman my size who can move the way I can?" She was starting to sound like a woman on the make, who put her personal charms into words--like a personals ad. How would it be stated....? Gigantic female seeks smaller man who wants to relocate down-under,and I don't mean Australia, mate!" My mind began to re-run the old saying. "Close doesn't count, except in horseshoes"... or hand-grenades... and earthquakes? I was caught in an earthquake. She didn't have to be precise, because she was three times my size. Three times my weight. What could I, a grown man, do to a 75-pound boy from the fourth grade? Maybe carry them with one hand, while they became exhausted, and gradually were crushed by me...as Tanya was beginning to squash me. I relented, to try to conserve what little strength I had left. I lay flat, because of the weight. I couldn't hope to lift our combined mass, but at least on my front she couldn't pin me. She tried to pin me--wow she was strong-- but then she stopped. She let go. Why? After a silent pause, I heard a collective gasp from the crowd, and the thuds of her immense foot-falls. I realized what I was hearing. She twanged the ropes with her lunge, and then came hurtling for me. I watched, hypnotized by the poetry of her careening mass, those jiggly parts that seemed so enticing, even as they came for me. Her face was soft and tranquil in that moment, as if she was at peace, or in the depth of ecstasy. I rolled aside as she landed butt-first. Of course she wasn't really trying to get me, so I easily dodged her attack. Tanya was actually giving me a chance to recover my strength, while she wore herself out a bit. That was pretty generous of her, or maybe only practical, considering that for the fans this hadn't been much of a fight so far. As soon as she landed I was on top of her, adding my mass to hers. It was a great idea, except for one thing: she lifted both of us up to a sitting position in an instant, and I hadn't noticed her hot arms grab me, with my arms were pinned inside. Too late, I realized that I was dead meat. The strangest thing happened at that moment. She looked me in the eye, and said-- amorously-- "oh Jimmy... would you believe 660?" My eyes bugged out, and she continued "That number turns you on, doesn't it? I can tell." She held me in her hot, sweaty arms. Come to think of it, I didn't precisely try to escape. "I need a new slave, Jimmy. I... I killed the last one." She spoke into my face in a bedroom voice, breathing on me, sweating on me. Her heart beat against mine, as we sat face to face, in this phony clench. It wasn't a fight at all. "It was an accident" she continues. "You have to understand. I have to have a man ... that way. To sit on, press, and crush under me. I need to own him as completely as I own my car or my bed. I need to ride him into the bed, or through the floor, through the wall. I love to see men's eyes go wild the way yours do, looking at my size, wondering what it will feel like. Some men learn to love it. "But I don't need to ask. Either you'll love it and enjoy it, or hate it, but endure it. Either way, I enjoy myself. You're cute, and I've taken a fancy to you. I've decided: you WILL live with me. Refuse, and I'll pin you to this ring--permanently". She then jumped up, with me still in her arms. For one second, we hung on the brink of falling directly onto my back, with her on top. She whispered "maybe we'll try that one later...on a hard floor". She did something gentler instead, but every bit as dominating. She asked, in a perky little voice "are you ready to kneel?" Without warning she bends her knees, dropping all that weight straight down. My knees buckled, after a millisecond when I thought my left knee would hyperextend with all that weight on it...a close call. Okay. No choice about it: we kneel. I was already familiar with the look in her eyes, and I liked it. She had me in her headlights. I felt like one of those little deer in the national park, looking up at the oncoming truck. I was about to be roadkill. I wondered what she had in mind. "Are you ready to be rocked?" Great. What next? She stared at me, watching me sweat, while her arms continued to immobilize me. "So get ready. There's nothing you can do at this point. Either you survive, or you don't." Talk about confidence. Talk about intimidation. I was terrified. She flipped me back. I didn't notice the transition, but she dropped me from kneeling position onto my back, stifling me under her. But knowing her plans, I was getting excited as anything. If she didn't kill me, I could get totally addicted to all that softness. She made me feel small. I'd say I felt safe if I didn't wonder whether she was trying to kill me. That confusion is exciting. Of course the "fight" was now over. I couldn't move her off. I realized that I was out of air, unable to inhale, and just desperate to say "uncle". Panic. As I began to turn colours under her relentless softness, she started getting chatty again. Of course Tanya knew I was freaking out. She was flaunting her complete authority, by ignoring my problem. "Well Jim. I guess the fight's about over. What colour bedroom do you want? I'm not necessarily gonna use your idea, but I'd like to know. Maybe you have some decorating ideas.....Do you know how to cook? I suppose you can learn. How do you feel about me maybe gaining some more weight?" At this my eyes bugged out a little. "What? You find I'm heavy enough? But I want to get bigger. I think I'm too light, at this weight... Oh... but before we're through, wanna feel my full weight? Without me babying you or holding back?" Holding back? Just when I was on the verge of blackout? She wriggled a bit, taking her arms from around mine. She assumed a pushup position, bridged up on her toes. Was there a world's record for the heaviest woman in the world doing pushups? But at least I had a moment to take a gasping breath. Then she dropped, leading with her breasts onto my face. I saw stars. Not only couldn't I take a breath, but whatever air I had taken was effectively pressed out of me. And I loved the sensation of all that softness. Even in my dazed state, I wondered what size bra she wore. How many pounds did each boob weigh? Darkness. .....I felt myself being pulled to my feet. I think I had been unconscious. The decision was announced to a cheering crowd. "You're a lucky man, Jimmy," she said. I stared back at her, intensely. In spite of her confident words, I think she was waiting for some sign that I would agree to her plans for us, and for me. "Oh yes. I think l'm gonna love it. I already do". I reeled a bit, but stayed on my feet without any further assistance. I realized that I already missed the sensation of her body. I felt sheepish, thinking that I was so easily conquered, already craving her softness, her hot sweaty body pressing me until I blacked out, unable to breath under all that horny woman. So yes, I was sheepish, but I also recognized it was practical.

Keep in mind, Amy being about 275 pounds may not sound so heavy to you, but to me she is gigantic. I am a little person...did I forget to mention that? Yes, I am what some may call a midget, but I prefer the term little person. I don't really have the stereotypical features of some small persons. I look like an average guy in many pictures of me that don't have anything to scale my size by in them, but in fact I am only 4'6" tall, and I weigh just 90 pounds or so. Yes I'm little in height and weight, but very big of heart. I am a full grown adult and red blooded man also. So you see why, Amy, being 5'7" tall and weighing 275 pounds would be huge to me, and how she could so easily envelope me and take my breath away. She was becoming more and more fond of doing this too. Just about every time we made love, regaurdless of if she was using sex to bribe me for some other piece of furniture she had broken while I was away, she ended up on top before we finished, and then time and again she would collapse on top of me and just lie there panting heavily, and seeming to enjoy how her body covered me and the bit of a struggle I had to endure because of how heavy she actually was to me.

She was getting fatter and heavier by the day, but somehow I was adjusting to it, and even begining to enjoy her weight on top of me as long as she didn't get to carried away, and put too much on me. But her body got softer to with its increasing weight, and that I had decided I just really loved. All that soft flabby flesh jiggling and bouncing just gave me an instant hard on. On our one year anniversary here weight gains had slowed a great deal. She weighed in at just 395 pounds which she was somewhat down about.She had figured on being over 400 pounds by then, but she didn't stay sad long, cause she still had clothes I bought her too small so she could stuff herself into them and rip out the seams like she enjoyed to do so much. I also let her finish breaking most of the rest of the furniture in the house that she hadn't already broken, but I bought new stuff to replace it all and she knew she wasn't to break it. She could go to garage and yard sales and find plently of cheap old furniture to break with her weight if thats what she wanted to do to furniture. I bought her a great big cake which she had me watch her devour completely in just fourty five minutes. I bought her a new digital scale that goes up to 1500 pounds, and she really loved that one. I bought her a new digital camera so she could document her weight gains, which she also loved. And lastly, I took her to all three of her favorite resturants that night.

another year on into our marriage and Amy was still getting slowly but surely fatter by the day, and heavier of course. She had amazingly gained exactly another 120 pounds bringing her weight up to 515 pounds of pure blubber. There were only three things that she truely loved to do at this point. Her favorite being eating, sex, and complete domination of anyone who would let her get on top of them, willingly or otherwise. Those last two items being just about tied for second. She was totally enchanted with her own body, her size, her shape, and the softness and weight of all her fat, and the power it gave her over average size and smaller people. In her ever expanding group of friends, and followers she had accquired there were frequent visitors to our house, both men and women. Most merely desired to see her eat, others wanted to feed her. they were the majority. Then there were others who wanted to wrestle with her which she was always so happy to oblidge. Then there were the very few and far between that wanted Amy to literally squash them with her weight. This I found to be incredible. I suffered her weight and often but I had little choice in the matter, but often I enjoyed it too.

One time in particular this one very peteit young woman came by. I figured her for a feeder type, and possibly a lesbian or something, because she was very excited about seeing Amy. I was so shocked to find out the tiny woman...she was taller than me at about 5'2", and she weighed about 100 pounds probably...not only wished to feed my wife, but she wanted Amy to crush her. No woman had ever seriously requested to be crushed before. There were some who wrestled with her playfully and some would have her on top of them but never without Amy keeping much of her weight off of them, sort of like a play squash. This skinny little woman requested to be crushed.
"I want you to step on my stomache...and sit on my chest and stomache sideways...and sit on my chest with my head between those gorgeous thighs, and under your belly...and I want you to really crush me good." the little lady said excitedly.
Amy and I couldn't believe it.

It took no more than month and Amy had seams busted out of most of her new clothes. She had gained another 24 pounds, and was now just plain fat. She had rolls of fat all over her. She was about 250 pounds, and maybe more which was about all I could have taken normaly, but with her for some reason she was still so hot, and I just though she was gorgeous. She grabbed handfulls of her belly flab and shook it in front of me all the time. She certainly loved being fat, and getting fatter even more I think. Also she was frequently sucking my balls dry which didn't hurt. Our sex life was never better either.

Another month later we were married. She was another 24 or 25 pounds heavier, and her dress of course didn't fit her well at all, being at least a size too small, but wearing clothes too small just made her really horny.

Eating till her stomache was packed with food made her horny. Weighing herself made her horny. It wasn't long after we were married I discovered several pieces of our furniture and been broken and poorly put back together. I found an end table that was wobbley from a loose leg. I discovered the same thing in two dinning room chairs, and also the living room couch was caved in in the middle cushion, but I didn't notice that till I sat down there. I went into the sun room and one of the wicker chairs was missing. I found it in the storage shed in the back yard. Its base was crushed.

I found Amy in the kitchen eating as usual.
"Why the hell am I finding most of the damn furniture broken?" I asked her.
She looked at me and immediately blushed.
"I'm sorry honey...I should have told you...I can't help it....breaking it makes me horny...I just can't resist...I plop my big fat ass down on something, and it breaks...It just makes me want to find you and screw your brains out." she admitted.
"I don't see how that could make you horny."
"I can't explain it...it just does...my belly is just about stuffed...I'm horney right now." she said grinning at me with that wild sexy I'm about to fuck your brains out look in her eye.
I gave way to her sexual bribe and in a moment found myself rock hard and her mounted atop me bouncing, humping , thrusting and gyrating in a frenzy. She hadn't been on top of me in a long time. Her weight was now an endevor to endure in this manner, but being inside her this way felt so good, and her softness massaged me in a most fascinating way. Not just inside her but her thighs and her belly...her ass, her breasts. All this softness moving on me, rubbing against me, at times almost engulfing me entirely was so enchanting I didn't want it to stop even though it was at times taking my breath away. She had been 50 pounds lighter the last time she was on top and it didn't feel this good.

Over the past few months my girlfriend Amy had put on a lot of weight. It was competely obvious, as all the clothes she wore clung tight to her now extra flabby body. She had already been a full figured woman when I met her. Then she was about 180 pounds, and I really admired her big hourglass figure. As soon as we had moved in together though she started eating all the time like she was just starving to death. She had gained about 45 or 50 pounds in just five months, and a lot of it was in her stomache, also noticable some on her thighs, and some on her ass. Her breasts were fuller, and her upper arms too.She was losing that hourglass shape I adored. Her gut overflowed her waistband now, which on most things she wore gave her about 3 inches of flab hanging in the front and some on her sides and back too. I didn't think she could possibly be comfortable wearing such restrictive clothing, but she never went to buy new clothes, till finally one day she literally blew out her jeans that she had on when she had bent down to get a package of donuts or twinkies or something like that from her stash. She burst out laughing, and went ahead and took the snacks out of the cabinet, ripping them open. She stuffed them into her mouth. I looked at her with her mouth full chewing the delicious fattening snack, with her flabby gut and thighs just holding her pants on still, but now with much more freedom, as the front zipper, and seams on her hips and inner thighs were ripped out.
With an innocent look in her eyes she said, "Guess I'm too fat for these jeans." and she began to giggle

Another incident a few days later happened as result of a mistake on my part. I like to build models of my favorite race cars to have on display in the glass cabinet I made for them. I usually build the models in my den but the bulb was burned out in the room, and I didn't feel like changing it. I decided to go into the living room. I put all the materials on the floor in the middle of the room where there was the best light, and I just lied down on the floor. In about an hour I was finished. I had built a model of my favorite fuel funny car in NHRA drag racing, and was lying there admirring my work...picking it up and turning it so I could see it at the different angles. It was a beautiful 1/12 scale model with all the proper colors and decals...the body even raised up like the real thing to reveal all the detail of the the chasis and the model of the engine, the blower, the exhaust pipes...everything.

Amy came walking into the room from behind me so I didn't see her. She saw me in the middle of the floor, but was in a hurry to go get something to eat in the kitchen. She had to walk around me but in doing so she wasn't thinking about why I was in the middle of the floor lying down. I saw her foot and calve out of the corner of my eye, and I lifted my outstretched arms around my new model. This startelled her and she jumped. There was nothing I could do. She jumped right over one of my arms and came down right between both of my arms. There was a snap, and crunching sound of plastic and tiny metal screws ripping out of their holes. The heel of her right foot was covering the model cars hood, and right beside it her left foot had the roof and rear window section under its arch. My new model was a crushed piece of trash of several broken bits that had been recognizable as my favorite fuel funny car just an instant before. The sharp bits under her feet poked into them, and she quickly jumped up once again in pain.

All but one of the wheels were broken off, the plastic body flattened into pieces, and the metal frame bent. It was completely ruined.
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.
"Well what the fuck is right!...What are you doing in the middle of the floor playing with your little toys like a little kid." she retorted.
"Can you not watch where you are going?" I asked.
"Sure I can...but I'm a fat girl...little things will get broken from time to time." she answered.
"yeah...you're right." I said wishing not to argue anymore about it.
Looking up at her...actually I was thinking about making love to her. I still thought she was hot, even though she was getting a lot fatter.

within another week she had been eating more than ever and had gained more weight as a result. She came into the den where I was building another of my models. She was completely naked.
"Honey...I need a favor." she asked.
"Whats that babe?"
"I want you to go out and buy me some clothes at the fat girl store."
"What!...fat girl store?...Can't you go buy your own clothes." I asked.
"I would...but I waited too long...I gained another five pounds overnight and I can't get any of my pants on but the largest I have and I can't get those to fasten over the front of my belly....cause its getting so fat....see?" she said giggling, and grasping handfulls of fat in her hands.
This was giving me an erection.
"Oh my god...are you serious woman?" I asked.
"Yeah...here...these are the outfits I want in the sizes I want circled here...this store is in the mall." she said dropping a Lane Bryant catalog in front of me.
"I must be completely whipped." I mummbled to myself...so I thought.
"If you're not you soon will be honey." she replied with more giggling.
"Alight!...Where are my car keys?"
She produced them from her other hand,"Right here." she smiled.
"This better not take long...I got a race coming on in an hour."
"It won't honey...just show one of the ladies there this catalog and what I have circled....Oh...one other thing....stop by the donut shop on your way back and get me a dozen fresh glazed will you, and a dozen vanilla cremes please." she requested with the greatest of confidence...more like an order really.
I just stomped off in disbelief, grinding my teeth to the fact I was becoming a servant to her every whim...the pussy was absolutely amazing, and I was becoming less of a man because of it?...or maybe I'm just becoming a nice guy?
*None of the guys from work better see me buying clothes in the "fat girl" store, without Amy being there with me. I'll never live it down.* I thought to myself. Lots of guys at work had fat girlfriends or wives, but I imagined they, the guys, still wore the pants in the family so to speak.

Finally the enormous fat woman rolled off to one side and off of her victim. He was apparently alive, but obviously incoherent at the moment. She slowly got up onto her knees and eventually made it up onto her feet, and then was standing beside the crumpled little man who was lying on the floor as she looked down at him. Without hesitation she placed her right foot in the center of his abdomen and quickly stepped onto it with her full weight. Her left foot then came up and she placed it upon his upper chest, and near to his neck. He quickly began to hack and cough, but wasn't able to very well due to the 700 pound fat woman standing on him. She soon stepped off of him, but then quickly straddled his tiny body. Within a few seconds she had bent down into a squat over him, and then she bounced upwards and kicked her feet out from under herself. Her massive body came down hard onto the little mans body. Her blubbery ass and thighs covering his torso completely, and her thighs and huge belly completely encased his head. Now he was burried alive in her fat once more. There was no padding...no carpet...nothing benieth him but a hard cold floor. There was a 700 pound fat woman sitting on him, and she didn't appear to be concerned at all about him. In fact someone presented her with a tray of pastries, which she helped herself to fill both her hands with. She stuffed them into her mouth with much delight, and ordered more when she had them consumed. All in all she ate all of 8 of the large, and apparently creme fill pastries, before she even attempted to move from her seat on top of the man. This had taken her just two or maybe two and a half minutes. Finally she rolled over onto her hip and the man gasped loudly for air and began to hack and cough again. He rolled up into a fetal position still coughing. The fat woman was again on her feet and was apparently planning to sit on him again with him curled up on his side, as she manuvered herself into position. Her ass would obviously cover him up completely in this position if she did sit on him, and I knew his body would not be able to handle her weight at all this way. Many of his bones would certainly be broken