Hello,

I know, that the mixture between minors and adult squashers is a dificil toppic.
But in the following story I tried to avoid all violence and things tending to abuse. The hero of this, the strong 12 year old boy, is really willing to do it, and this completely by his own will.
Who is not willing to accept this, should stop reading immediarely.

The others: please enjoy.

Athough it was a nice and warm summerday, the beach was not much crowded. Since the early morning Timmy, an a bit larger than normal for his age 12 years old boy with blond hair and smooth, brown skin, was around the beach. Because of the school holidys none of his friends were there and he got a bit bored. So when he started digging in the sand, too big ladies come down the beach and setteled down not far from him.
For a certain time they watched him playing in the sand.
„Oh look, Jeanette,“ one of the women talked to the other. „What a lovely cute boy over there in the sand!“
„Yeah, indeed,“ Jeanette replyed, but was interrupted by Timmy at once, who had heard the woman’s remark about him.
„Hey lady, I’m not a cute little boy! I’m a fighter! With that he got up and moved towards the two women.
And now you saw, that he was not only tall for his age, he also had wide big shoulders and beneath his brown soft skin you could see his really well elaborated muscles play with every movement he made.
„Oh yes, really,“ Shelly, the friend of Jeanette, said, „I see! What kind of fighting do you practice?“
„In school I do wrestling,“ Timmy explained. „But I’m too strong for the group of my age. So I have to practice with the older boys.“
„And what’s about the girls in your school? Do they wrestle, too?“ Shelly asked. „The years when we were in highschool, my friend,“ with that she pointed to Jeanette, „and I used to wrestle a lot.
Timmy estimated the size of the two women, but because they laid out on their towels, he couldn’t realize, how big they were. Anyhow! He was bored and here was someone with the same sport.
„So, I hope, you know, what a schoolboy pin is?“ he asked. „Do you know how to successfully practice it?“ he asked to test the truth about the women’s wrestling experience.
„Yes, of cause,“ Shelly shot back. „It’s to tackle your opponent to the ground, straddle him and pin at least his shoulders to the ground for the three-count with all your weight, isn’t it?“
„Yes, that’s it.“ Timmy got the idea, that his boredom was over and he really needed a challenge. „Even in the older boy’s group, nobody is able to securely pin that little cute boy,“ he provoked, using Shelly‘s words. „Do you think, you can hold me down over more than one minute? I bet, I can struggle my way out under you, no matter whether you’re on my belly or on my chest.“
„My boy, you’re joking!“ Shelly replyed. „Think, you have no idea, how heavy I am.“
„I’m heavy for my age, too,“ Timmy rebelled. „I already weight over 120 lbs. What do you weight?“
„Hey boy! A gentleman never askes a lady these things,“ Jeanette interfered. „But at least double your weight each!“
This information didn‘t really scare Timmy. Once the bet was set, he couldn’t step back!
„No matter, how much you weight. I’ll find a way to get out from under you!“ Timmy showed off. „So let’s set the rule: You start with the pinning on my stomach. After one minute, when I’m still under you, you move up a bit for the next minute and afterwards high on my chest. And when I’m really not able to get out from under you after all these three minutes, than your friend can join and aditionally sit behind you on my belly.“
Both, Shelly and Jeanette, laughed. „You poor boy! You will be flat after this! Can’t you imagine: my 222 lbs on your chest and Jeanette’s 274 lbs on your puny belly?“
Timmy was quiet, but only for a moment.
„I can take that!“ He prompted. „Sometimes my classmates doubled up over me and couldn’t hold me down.“
He knelt down on the sand and prepared the area he wanted to lay down. The bet was set and there was no way back. He laid himself out on his back: „Don’t try to further scare me! Comm’on and show me how heavy and strong you are!“
„OK. But I warned you and you can say stop when ever you want.“
With that Shelly got up and walked over to straddle him. When she stood there high over him, her mighty legs to both sides of his body, he recognized, how big she really was. But he was too proud as to stop it.
When Shelly got down onto her knees, Timmy admired her big thigs, which were nearly as big as his hipes from his perspective. Now Shelly was only some inches over his belly with her broad butt.
„You’re ready?“ she asked.
Timmy nodded. He was a bit speachless and nervous for the first contact.
Fast as a lightning Shelly catched his wrists and pressed them firmly into the sand aside his head. In the same moment she carefully placed her butt on his belly. Timmy tightened his muscles to take her weight. For a short moment Shelly admired the feeling of his strong muscles below her butt. But as she applyed her full weight, Timmy’s muscles protested and she sank down until her big cheeks nearly touched the sand on both sides on the small of his back.
Now Timmy realized, that it was much more, than he exspected. His guts were squished up against his lungs and he had little difficulties to breath. With the air leaving his lungs he gave a short groan.
„Am I too heavy?“ Shelly asked. „Do you want to give?“
After the first shock Timmy shook his head. Than he tried to bridge. But as much as he tried, there was no way to lift her any inch. He tried to squirm and to bend his body. But the weight and the big, now firm thigs of Shelly held his body surely in place. And Shelly was that strong, that he even couldn’t move his wrists or hand to help throw her off. And the back of Shelly was that big, that he was not able to turn his legs up around her body for a squissor.
As he really got exhausted, he finally heard Jeanette shout: „Time!“ Shelly lifted her butt but still held Timmy’s hands down.
Timmy was disappointed. He haven’t had the littlest chance to move or even bend her body to the side.
„Shall I continue?“ She asked him.
„Of cause,“ Timmy said as he regained his breath. „I have two further rounds to throw you off!“
Shelly smiled and Jeanette said: „I have to admit, that you are really strong. I didn’t exspect you to take it that long under my friend without crying for mercy. So come on, give me a good show this round!“ she cheered.
Shelly moved up capturing his bizeps under her lower legs. Then she carefully pressed down on his lower ribs until she saw the painful look in his eyes. That way she could control him pretty good, because of that he didn’t resist too much. He tried to buckle and beat with his legs against her back, made some week wrigglings with his hip.
For Timmy it lasted an eternity being squeezed under Shelly’s butt and thigs until Jeanette claimed the next break. „Time, Timmy! You better give, before Shelly is crushing you completely flat!“
It took a few minutes for Timmy to regain, while Shelly stayed straddling him, but without any pressure.
Timmy was never used to give. „Now, come on my chest and let me try again,“ he insisted.
„Take a last deep breath,“ Shelly advised Timmy. She moved further up until her crotch nearly touched Timmy’s chin and let his hands go, because she knew, that there was no way he could use them to throw her off. Then she carefully lowerd her butt on Timmy’s chest and somehow enjoyed the feeling of Timmy’s chest giving under her weight. She heard the air rushing out of him and knew, that his breathing was completely cut off.
Timmy desperately tried to push that big and heavy butt up or to the side, but all his strength was not enough to get the littlest chance for breathing. He didn’t pay attention, whether his ribs hurt or not, he only wanted to stand that minute. The weight on top of his chest seemed to increase from second to second.
Suddenly he had a chance to take a small gasp of air. Maybe that Shelly played with him. She lifted a little from his chest and readjusted her position. As she sank down again, that little air was pressed out of his lungs again. Now her mighty thighs encased his head firmly and left only a small opening where he could see her mighty belly and huge boobs from that perspective. After a further eternity he heard Jeanette shout „Time!“ from very far.
Shelly rose and let him recover but stayed straddling his chest and held his upper arms captured under her lower legs.
„Wow, that was great, how you took my weight,“ Shelly remarked. „Are you OK? Or did I hurt you too much?“
„No! I think I’m fine,“ Timmy answered after a while. „But I couldn’t breath anymore.“
„That’s the major problem with heavy weight. But you wanted it this way.“
Meanwhile Jeanette had come over. „Now, whats about your promise, when you lost?“ she asked. „Should I really join in?“
„Yes,“ Timmy replyed. „I have to stand for what I said. That would be an interesting experience with you two on top.“
„Poor boy,“ Shelly said. „That will be your funeral.“
First Jeanette sat down carefully on his stomach. Timmy didn’t use his muscles this time, because he knew there was no way.
„Oh,“ Jeanette explained. „There is not enough space on this little tummy for me. Move a bit forward, Shelly, or I have to squash his privates.“
Timmy groaned as Jeanettes full weight settled down on his hipes and tummy. Luckily not her full weight crushed his stomach. But now Shelly’s croth was partly over his face and he turned his head to the side. Now Shelly’s butt squished his upper chest and the bottom of her left thigh pressed hard on his cheek. His downside ear was hardly pessed into the sand and with the last air rushing out of his lungs he let out a silent moaning.
„If we stay any longer on him that way,“ Shelly said to Jeanette, „we have to bury his remains in the sand.“
With that she lifted herself off of Timmy., but Jeanette now could move more foreward now fully crushed his stomach.
„Yeah, that’s ... a good idea, „ Timmy pressed between his short gasps. „If you want ... to bury ... in sand, I ... really like.“
Now Jeanette changed an amazed look with Shelly and rose to her knees. With her lower legs she still cept Timmy’s thigs captured.
„You really want us to bury you in the sand after all that squashing we did to you?“
„Yes I like both,“ Timmy told her. „Being pinned under heavy friends and being buried deep in the sand, that I can’t move unil I can’t stand it any longer!“
Jeanette and Shelly looked to each other again and smiled. That was crazy and somehow cute!
„So you like me to hold you down, while Shelly digs the hole for you?“ Jeanette asked him.
Shelly got over to the place where Timmy had begun digging in the sand. It took a long time for her to dig a sizable hole for that boy, because she hadn’t any other digging tool then her hands.
Meanwhile Jeanette now used to sit on Timmys chest.
„You tap my leg, when it’s too hard for you!“ she instructed him to prevent her smothering him to death accidentially.
Again all the air was pressed out of his lungs and his further breathing was completely cut off. He felt his ribs bend more then when Shelly sat on him. After half a minute he felt dizzy the first time and tapped against Jeanette’s firm thigh. But she didn’t move. He tapped again, harder, and this time as an answere she smiled down at the face between her mighty thighs.
Now Timmy felt that he really was in need of oxygene. He tapped again against her leg and tryed to tell her to get off. But only his mouth moved without any sound comming out. This time Jeanette raised her butt to give him the chance for some breathes and a short rest.
„Puh, that was quite long,“ Timmy complained. „Please don’t do it that long again.“
„But without that you won’t get an appropriate training to be used to it when you have to fight against much bigger opponents,“ she replyed. Without caring whether he was prepared or not, she sat down again. But from now on she didn’t stay that long and from time to time she released the pressure to let him get some air.
When Shelly finally claimed, that the hole was ready done, Timmy laid under Jeannette without moving any muscle.
„Hey dude, did you allready kill him or will he still be able to enjoy the burial fun?“ Shelly asked a bit concerned. Jeanette got off of him and Timmy turned his head and groand silently.

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