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QuoteThe ad read "Psychic experiment - examining the link between psychic ability, pain, extreme pressure. Apply, BOX 118".

Doug had applied to the ad, and Marissa said he was perfect. Very fit, 20 years old, strong and stocky. She told him he''''d be strapped to a table and a short woman would sit on his face and draw pictures. He was to guess what was on the pictures, and they would work out if there was any psychic link noticeable as he smothered.

Marissa had everything set up. A subject to test. A bench to strap him to. A video camera. All the equipment. A scientific manner, with no emotion - ready to take notes. A mean streak. And a short, but incredibly fat woman.

Marissa hadn''''t told Doug that the woman would sit for extended periods of time. Nor had she mentioned that the ''''short woman'''' was as wide as she was tall. The ''''extreme pressure'''' mentioned in the advert was the huge weight of Carly. Yes, she was short - only 5 foot 2 inches. But she was very, very wide. She had an incredibly enormous soft, huge, flabby bottom. For someone so short, her 28 stone weight was obvious. Not only was she bizarrely wide, but she had a huge stomach that hung down over her crotch. Most usefully for Marissa and her experiment - Carly would do whatever she was told. She''''d happily sit fullweight on anyone''''s face until they passed out, but paying no attention to them, only to her instructions from Marissa.

The day of the experiment arrived, and Doug was strapped down securely, looking nervous. His head was well cushioned, but Marissa had tightened a strap around his forehead, attached to some kind of bar underneath. It meant Doug couldn''''t turn his head to the side. They were all ready to go, but no sign of Carly.

Marissa''''s phone rang, and she spoke for a while.
"Doug, Carly''''s going to be a bit late, but she is coming." With that she stepped out, leaving Doug tied to the bench.

Half an hour later, he heard 2 people coming in. He couldn''''t look round to see that it was Carly and Marissa. He still had no idea about Carly''''s giant bottom, or her huge weight. He envisaged a fairly light, easy time. He had no idea of the immense weight waiting to crush him. But he could hear the conversation.

"Sorry I''''m so late, Marissa! It took me longer than I thought to get here - I had to get a bus and change tube twice! I''''ve been on the underground for the last 2 hours, and I am cooked!"

Indeed, Carly was drenched in sweat. She''''d been expecting the chance to shower when she arrived, and hadn''''t showered since the previous morning. She was so sweaty that it showed through her t-shirt - under her breasts and armpits. But worse than that, her grey trousers showed the sweat at her thighs and in a line up between her buttocks.

"Carly, there''''s no shower here! Anyway, it will add an interesting aspect to the experiment" nodded Marissa. "Just take off your trousers and knickers and we''''ll go through, OK?"

Doug had heard all this, and was slightly nervous. Carly sounded older than he had expected and had a low gravelly voice - not the spritely sexy tone he had expected. He tried hard to turn his head to see what Carly looked like, but couldn''''t budge an inch. His whole body was too securely strapped down.

"OK Carly, this is Doug" said Marissa, as an introduction. "Now to start, just face me - face away from his feet, sit down fully so that your legs are dangling a bit. I''''ll hand you a clipboard and I wan''''t you to draw any picture you like. Tell me when you have finished, and then I will tell you when to get off. Simple enough! That sound OK?"

Carly had no problem with that. Doug had a moment of terror as he saw the size of Carly''''s buttocks loom above him, and then a brief glimpse of her vagina and then her stomach. She was so wide 4 feet at least, maybe more! But without a moment''''s hesitation, those buttocks came down. For a split second he noticed the sensation of her flabby soft skin pressing against his face, and then the crushing started. In just over a second she was sitting on his face, fullweight. Her huge soft buttocks had spread around the sides of his face and engulfed him completely, almost to his ears. The bench was slightly too high for Carly to reach the floor, and so her complete weight effortlessly crushed Doug''''s trapped head.

Doug was instantly transported onto another plane. The immense pressure easily pulverised him. He couldn''''t move, breathe, see, or even think. All he could comprehend was the weight and the suffocation. He couldn''''t even struggle. He was completely trapped. His eyes were mashed into his skull. His nose was compressed flat. His skull, quite simply, really ached.

Marissa handed Carly the clipboard and a pen, and watched, unmoved by the sight of Doug''''s head vanishing somewhere in the mountain of flesh that was Carly''''s enormous bottom.

"Her Marissa!" shouted Carly. This pen doesn''''t work!"

"Just stay there - the experiment wont work if you get up. I''''ll find you one!" Marissa said, as she started rummaging for a decent pen. Nope, that one''''s not good enough. Nope, wrong colour. All this time, Carly remained seated on Doug, her weight crushing him, her massive bottom encompassing his face and smothering him. Her 28 stones seemed to get heavier and heavier each moment!

"Aha! Found one" shouted Marissa. "Draw something nice!"

Carly set to work, drawing a small house. She was swinging her feet slightly, concentrating hard on the pattern of the curtains. Finally, she held it up. "Ok Marissa!"

"Right Carly, come off now. Lets see if he knows what you drew"

Carly leaned back a little to spring off. Doug''''s gasps didn''''t interest her. She had an itch deep in her bottom, but didn''''t want to scratch it. He bottom was too oily and sweaty and she didn''''t want to make her fingers smelly. She made a note to use Doug''''s nose. It wasn''''t as if he''''d have a choice.

They both left the room, ignoring Doug''''s gasps and pleas. A couple of minutes later, they came back. "Ok Doug, what did Carly draw?"

"What! Untie me now please! She''''s too fucking heavy! I didn''''t sign up for this!"

Marissa interrupted him. "Doug, we won''''t be untying you for a while, there''''s plenty more in this test to run. I know Carly is heavy, thats the point. Now there''''s at least another hour to go. If you complain and disturb my thoughts, I might have to make it 2 hours. Understand?" She said it all in a calm, matter of fact voice. Doug knew she meant it.

"Now Doug, what did Carly draw?"

Doug thought for a moment.

"Doug! You''''re supposed to know. Thats the point. It should come to you when you''''re under her. Next time, if you don''''t have an answer the moment Carly gets off, she''''ll get right on again!" Doug couldn''''t see Marissa''''s smile as she said it.

"A horse".

"Sorry Doug, you''''re wrong. Carly - come over here and sit down again. This time face his feet" instructed Marissa.

Carly put her hands on Doug''''s chest to steady herself and swung a leg over his head. Her stomach, hanging down, squashed against his chest for a moment until she sat back. Marissa had a view of those huge buttocks spreading and squashing around Doug''''s head as Carly sat back, balancing her weight fully on Doug again she lifted her legs and squashed down so easily. Marissa saw the skin of Carly''''s buttocks compress tight, and noticed the cushions under Doug''''s head compress paper flat. "Lean back a little and really squash him" Marissa instructed, as if Carly''''s weight wasn''''t already mashing Doug into a pulp.

"Bounce a bit if you can!" Marissa said.

Carly jerked her body a little, bouncing a little up and down. On the first bounce she felt Doug''''s nose press against her anus, and remembered her itch. She bounced again, a little harder, leaning back slightly. She reached down, spreading her legs a bit, and pulling her buttocks apart with her hands so Doug would go deeper as she carried on bouncing, each time mashing Doug''''s nose deeper into her bottom.

Doug couldn''''t believe the power in each little bounce. It was like a pneumatic machine, power crushing him each time. And she did it so easily, over and over and over.

Marissa suddenly realised that Carly had been doing this almost 2 minutes. "Better give him a breath!" she said, realising too that she had forgotten to ask Carly to draw a picture. Still, Doug wouldn''''t know that.

"Well Doug, what did she draw?"

Doug didn''''t hesitate. "A star!"

Marissa answered triumphantly. "Close, but nope. Carly, back on, but listen, you have to really squash him this time. He''''s not guessing it right!"

Carly lifted a leg over him again and jumped in the air, fairly high, lifting her legs up as she came down. Her immense bottom crashed down amazingly heavily onto Doug''''s face. Because of the way she came down, her buttocks were squashed together on top of Doug''''s face, but with a quick wiggle, the oily sweat slid them apart and she sank another 3 or 4 inches suddenly as they spread around Doug''''s head once again. Marissa handed Carly the clipboard. Doug''''s face was wedged really deeply this time, and her enormous heavy stomach rested on his neck and his chest. Once again Carly swung her legs as she drew the number 29 and then a small eight beside it. She still felt sweaty and uncomfortable, but was happy to sit and relax and do as she was instructed.

Marissa noticed she had finished, but sat, pretending to take notes, whilst staring at Carly''''s broad back - the folds of fat there. Her eyes moved down to those unbelievable buttocks spread around Doug''''s head. She could only see a small tuft of hair, so immense were the buttocks, Doug was almost completely engulfed. She knew that Carly was really smothering and crushing him. "Ok Carly! Lift up for 30 seconds, so we can hear if Doug knows what you drew".

It wasn''''t easy for Carly just to lift up as her feet didn''''t quite reach the ground - each other time she had sprung off. Instead she leaned forwards, squashing Doug''''s chest with her stomach and pressing the weight forwards. She held her weight by gripping the sides of the bench with her hands. Doug was gasping, unable to speak.

"Quick, Doug, or else!" Marissa warned.

Doug responded immediately. "Its a number!"

"Very good Doug! What number?"

Doug looked blank. "I.. I don''''t know!"

"Uh oh, Doug!" said Marissa. "OK Carly, heres what to do. Spread your buttocks wide apart with your hands, and then sit back slowly."

Carly did as she was told, while Marissa watched. Reaching back, she spread those massive, soft, fleshy buttocks wide. Because she had stopped supporting herself with her arms, her massive belly easily crushed Doug''''s chest. Marissa watched Carly pull her buttocks apart, and smiled to herself as she saw how very oily and dirty it looked in there. Those buttocks were massive and so deep. Doug was fairly large and strong. For a moment Marissa wondered how she''''d fare in there, being so petite. Her head would be completely engulfed. Her eyes continued downwards, staring at Carly''''s huge thighs, broad ankles and surprisingly small, firm looking feet.

Not being able to reach the floor, it wasn''''t easy for Carly to spring back whilst holding her buttocks wide apart. She bounced a couple of times, but merely crushed any remaining air out of Doug''''s chest with her belly. Marissa quickly found a couple of small stools and placed them on the floor at Carly''''s feet. Close up, she noticed the sweat on Carly''''s thighs, and as she stood up noticed too the odour from Carly''''s very sweaty, oily, dirty bottom. ''''Nasty'''' she thought to herself with a slight shiver, as the stools took Carly''''s weight and allowed her to settle back comfortably again on Doug''''s face. As soon as she sat down, she let go of her buttocks. They were big enough to be held so far apart that they slapped together meatily and solidly around Doug''''s head. Carly sat once again full weight, swinging her legs gently beside the stools.

"Hey Carly, what was that number you drew anyway?" asked Marissa.

"Thats my target weight" said Carly.

"Target weight? What do you mean target weight?"

Carly told her. "Well, I''''ve put on quite a lot of weight recently, so I''''m trying to slim a bit. If I can get down to 29 stones 8 by the end of the month, I''''ll be delighted."

"Oh" said Marissa. "I thought you were about 28 stones - so what do you weigh?"

"Only 28 stones?" asked Carly. "Thats nice of you! I''''ve been about 30 stones 6 to over 31 stones for the last few months, since the holidays. Just now I''''m a shade under 31 stones."

"You must be really squashing Doug then! This experiment is sure to work." laughed Marissa.

"OK Carly. Here''''s what we''''re going to do now. You''''ll be on and off for the next 20 minutes - 40 seconds on, 40 seconds up. A quick simple drawing, then we will ask Doug, then back down again. Sound OK?"

Carly nodded. For all she cared, she could have been sitting on a cushion, or a chair. She wasn''''t in the slightest bothered that her immense weight and gigantic buttocks were squashing some poor man.

For the next few minutes, she sat down fully, drew a picture, stood up, heard the gasping, and sat down again, over and over. But then, just as she sat down, she let out a huge, long, fart which reverberated on Doug''''s face. As she sat full weight, it still eeked out noisily, with a slight liquidy sound because of the oily sweat.

"Shit, Marissa, I''''m really sorry about that!" apologised Carly. "I think I''''m going to be like that all day, and they''''re really bad. I might need to go to the toilet soon."

Marissa didn''''t admit that she was delighted by Carly''''s fart. She could smell it from across the room and it was nasty. Doug would really be suffering.

"Thats Ok Carly, I''''ll make some notes and add it to the experiment. I''''m just thinking, the worse they are, the better it will be so don''''t hold back at all. It might be better if you can hold off going to the toilet." smirked Marissa.

"Sure thing Marissa. I can hold off, but these will get really really bad. I think its my size, but once they start they come every few seconds and they''''re really long and nasty" said Carly.

"Its definitely good" said Marissa to reassure Carly. And it was good enough - with that said, Carly was more than happy to sit and squeeze out the longest, nastiest gas, right onto Doug''''s face.

"In fact Carly" said Marissa "we should extend this part of the experiment as long as we can."

It was pure hell for Doug. Carly''''s weight was too much. Her bottom was too big. Those buttocks wrapped right around his face, meatily sandwiching him. The immense pressure was compressing and crushing him. Now the terrible gas, and when she got up it was all he breathed. They were getting worse too. And Carly was completely unmoved, uninterested in she was mashing him flat. It was so oily and hot in there, yet she just kept sitting down again, as if she had no idea of how much she was pulverising him so easily.

It seemed an endless cycle of pain and humiliation.

And he wasn''t getting any of the answers right. And he was too scared to complain. He was convinced it could only get worse. He was right.

QuoteCarly''s farts were steadily getting nastier and nastier. "Uh oh" she exclaimed. "I might need to go soon, or something will come out!"

"OK Carly" said Marissa. "You sit there, I will go and unlock the bathroom for you. Dont move until I get back."

It took Marissa only a second to get to the bathroom. She quickly hid the toilet paper. It took another second to return. She stood at the door, watching Carly sitting patiently, swinging her legs as usual. She wondered how long Carly would sit. She waited at the door. Carly remained seated, fullweight. Swinging her legs. Doug''s head mashed completely and almost invisible under her, inside those giant cheeks. Time passed, and Carly sat still. Marissa waited as long as she possibly could, knowing that Doug was still being smothered completely. She walked in. She was surprised at the smell - coming in from outside she noticed the whole room stank of Carly''s endless farts. Doug must really have been suffering.

"All OK?" she asked. "Sure." said Carly. No notion that she was crushing and smothering Doug. Completely relaxed. Marissa heard another muted fart eeking out with an oily slurping noise.

"Do you think we should give Doug some air?" suggested Marissa. Her voice was questioning.

"Whatever you say Marissa! Want me to get up? " asked Carly, still sitting fullweight, relaxed and swinging her legs.

"Yip, give him some air." As Carly lifted off, Doug really gasped this time. He had been close to passing out.

"Hey Marissa - I really got to go to the toilet now! I really can''t hold it back any longer! I''ve let a couple of really wet ones go on his face already, but if I don''t go now I''m going to make a big mess!" said Carly.

"Sure, off you go. Probably time to give Doug a break anyway!"

A few minutes later Carly came back. "Hey Marissa, this is kind of embarassing, but there''s no toilet paper!"

Marissa prentended to think for a moment, and made some notes on her pad. "Thats OK, Carly, just go ahead and sit on Doug''s face anyway - if its uncomfortable I''ll get him to lick it clean."

Doug couldn''t quite hear what they were saying. He was terrified to speak. Surely that had been an hour already!

"Erm, Marissa, I''m not sure about that! It was a bit soft, and I''m quite dirty down there." warned Carly.

Again, Marissa pretended to make notes. "Actually, thats ideal, Carly. Its something he really won''t want to do, and his revulsion may make the experiment work better!" Marissa was thinking on the spot. She wasn''t sure if Carly would take to the idea, or if it would be too much.

In fact, as usual, Carly was content to do as she was told. It didn''t bother her in the slightest.

"Hey Carly" shouted Marissa. "Before you sit down, spend a minute spreading your cheeks and showing him your dirty ass. I want to record his reaction".

Carly lifted a leg over Doug''s trapped head and stood over him, facing his feet. He could already see the thick brown smears. "No. Dont! Please!" he pleaded.

Carly slowly spread her buttocks wide, revealing the true extent of the nasty mess still in there. "Please, dont sit down. I''ll do anything!" pleaded Doug again.

"OK Doug" - it was Marissa. "get the next 10 pictures Carly draws right, and I''ll let you go. OK? Now Carly - really squash him this time."

Carly sat down as casually as if she was sitting down on her favourite armchair. Her sticky smeared buttocks spread and engulfed Doug''s face easily and as she relaxed her weight effortlessly crushed him again. Then she sat still, swinging her legs, easily tormenting Doug under all her immense weight.

Doug didn''t guess the next picture. Carly sat back down. Or the one after. Carly sat again. Not even the one after. Carly''s 30 stones so easily pulverised him. The one after that - wrong again. That immense bottom... sitting down again. It became a tortuous routine. Then Carly noticed something.

"Hey Marissa! Look at this!" Carly shouted, pointing at Doug''s trousers. Marissa looked - there was a distinct bulge. Carly''s arms were too short to reach it though.

Marissa came over and untied his belt, and unbuttoned his trousers. There was a huge bulge in the soft underwear. Carly watched, still sitting comfortably, as Marissa pulled the underwear down slightly, letting Doug''s erection pop out. Carly couldn''t help commenting. "We are a healthy boy, arent we!"

Despite Doug''s exhaustion and pain - it had been almost 2 hours so far - somehow he had unexpectedly ''grown''.

Marissa stroked it a bit, gently and pleasurably. She felt it grow even harder.

"OK Carly, give him some air". Carly stood up. Once Doug had stopped gasping, Marissa cleared her throat.

"Doug, want me to make you cum?" She rubbed in with her soft, but strong, hand. She was very petite, and her fingers didn''t quite reach all of the way round it. "Well?" she asked.

Doug moaned. "Please, yes!" Marissa gently rubbed up and down.

"OK then. Carly is going to sit on your face again. And she''s not going to get up until you cum." Marissa kept gently stroking it.

"And afterwards, if you guess the picture she draws, you can go. Otherwise we''ll try one last thing, and it will hurt. But now I''m going to make you cum. Deal?"

Doug moaned. "Please don''t stop. Make me cum" Marissa''s hand felt so good.

"Right Doug" Marissa continued. "You must tell Carly to sit down on your face, and tell her to really crush you this time with her weight. And tell her how much you want her huge buttocks to squash you. OK".

Doug gulped. "Carly". He moaned for a second, with Marissa giving him a specially good, gentle, rub. "Carly, sit down on my face and really put your weight down. I want your big bottom to really squash me." He didn''t mean it - he didn''t want it. He wanted it to end. That massive bottom - that huge weight. It was hell. It was worse than hell. But Marissa''s hand felt so good! And soon it could all be over. As Carly sat down he suddenly panicked. "What last thing? Whats really going to hurt". He tried to yell ''stop'' but Carly was sitting back now. Once again easily crushing his head, totally engulfing him in that enormous dirty cleft between the huge meaty buttocks.

Carly swung her legs, quickly drawing a picture of a cat, as Marissa began slowly stroking Doug''s penis. She was also wondering what the last painful thing would be. In the meantime, she was happy to sit and watch.

Marissa gently gripped and rubbed up and down for a few moments. She didn''t want Doug to cum to quickly. She squeezed his penis hard. Despite her small size, she was very strong and had a good grip. She could see his muscles tense, but he was tied to securely to move or do anything. She rubbed him gently again. This time she put her hand on his balls, holding them whilst stroking him with her other hand. She rubbed a but faster and harder, and then stopped as she mashed his balls in her hand, gripping tight. Her powerful grip easily crushed Doug''s balls in her fist. There was no scope for Doug to complain though - Carly''s bottom sealed his head so effectively that no sound of complaint could emerge.

She made a little routine of this. It would not be quick and easy for Doug. She stroked him and then hurt him. All the while he was becoming more desperate for air.

And then, suddenly, he spurted all over the place, taking Marissa by surprise. She had wanted to keep him going until almost the last moment. Well, she still could! She now stroked him furiously, whilst squeezing his balls tightly. She could see his muscles strain against the restraints. She knew how much she hated being touched after she orgasmed, and wondered what it was like for a man.

It was time for Carly to give him air. "Let him breathe" instructed Marissa. Carly stood up. Marissa carried on firmly stroking him. As Carly stood up, Doug''s gasps were mixed with cries for Marissa to stop. "Please stop!" he tried to call out.

"But you''re still hard, Doug" laughed Marissa. "I''ll stop when you tell me what Carly drew. Remember - don''t get it wrong!"

Doug could hardly speak. "Its... a... cat" he shouted.

Marissa was taken aback. "Wrong yet again!" she said, giving Carly a look to keep quiet.

She hadn''t stopped stroking Doug yet. "Ready for the last thing? Want me to stop?" she asked.

"OK, anything! Just please stop now!" begged Doug.

"Ok Carly. Use those steps. Climb up. I want you to stand on his face."

They both looked at Doug''s face, caked in Carly''s dried dirt, mixed with oily sweaty.

As ever, Carly didn''t hesitate to do as she was told. She pulled over the small step ladder and positioned it beside Doug''s head. She stepped on to it, just as if she was walking up some stairs, and when she reached Doug''s head, she leaned on the far wall for support and simply stepped on. As she put her left foot onto his forehead and stepped up, he cried out. "No!! Too much!! Ahhhh" but Carly paid no attention and in a moment, with her right foot across his mouth, silencing him, she was standing on his face.

She stood there for a couple of minutes, paying no attention to Doug''s muffled noises.

"Ok Carly, for 2 minutes, march on the spot. Then that is enough" said Marissa.

For the next 2 minutes Carly pulverised Doug''s face. Each step bent his bones to breaking point as she stepped, stepped, stepped over and over. It was quite a work out and by the end she didn''t have the energy to be as gentle.

As she climbed down, from the height she could see straight into Marissa''s bag. She could see the toilet paper, but didn''t say anything.

"Ok Doug, you can go. Quick!" laughed Marissa, as she untied him. He didn''t have any energy to complain. She handed him his fee. "Here you go, Ã,£5 as agreed." She laughed at the small amount. "You have really helped this experiment. Let me know if you want to help some more, I have some other tests." She looked deadly serious. Doug ran out.

Marissa looked at Carly. "I wonder what it felt like" she mused out loud. Seeing Carly''s enormous wide buttocks so easily dominate Doug had given her the shivers all through. She had been turned on in a very sadistic way.

Carly asked "Want to know? Just for a second?"

Marissa thought about it and gulped. She looked at Carly''s huge frame. As she did Carly turned away from her, and wiggled her bottom. Those huge buttocks wobbled and slapped together heavily.

"Well, it would be useful to know" said Marissa, pretending there was a technical reason.

"Hop up onto the bench!" grinned Carly. "I''ll just show you, for a moment."

Marissa was nervous with excitement. She stepped up and lay down on the bench. Doug had been big and strong. She was so petite. That huge bottom would probably fit right around her face! "Only for a moment, and dont sit back too heavily! OK!" she said to Carly.

"Sure" Carly said as she put her leg over Marissa''s head. She paused for a moment, to give Marissa a good look at her enormous bottom. She spread the cheeks wide. She was still dirty from before. She could tell Marissa was about to speak and sat back.

In fact, she sat back full weight. Her bottom spread wide and easily ate Marissa''s whole head. Her flabby buttocks spread around Marissa and rested on the bench around her. She had a much smaller head than Doug. She felt Marissa panic under her and try to push her off. Marissa may have been strong for a petite 20 year old student, but she was no match for Carly''s weight. No match at all.

Carly leaned forward and tightened the first restraing around Marissa''s shoulders. She then leaned further forwards, now crushing Marissa''s face with her crotch, as she tightened more restraints, securing Marissa''s arms firmly.

Carly was now definitely in charge. "Hey Marissa - nice experiment."

She paused. "Now its time for me to have fun. And I have all night."

this would be one of fiona browns works from mistress destiny''s femdom forums