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This story was written by valkari67 a few years back. Just thought I'd add it, it's mroe good work.





When I was a kid my mother took me to this mall where we lived. I
was about 11 years old at the time and she was getting tired of
towing me around the mall. So while we were inside of this woman's
clothing store, she told me to sit down on this couch with big
cushions located just outside of the fitting room. She gave me the
evil eye and told me not to move while she trying on some dresses.

I knew her butt was going to take along time, because she took 4-
ever when it came to clothes. So while I was waiting for mom, I was
checking out the other women buying clothes, I noticed this one real
fat woman. She must of had the biggest boobs I ever saw. She was
wearing this tight black spandex jump suit and this bra that
supported those tits made her boobs stick straight out!.... Like two
big torpedo's. If it wasn't for her king-size fat ass as a counter
balance she would have tipped over. She must have been about 5' 10"
and about 450 lbs. Her face was done up real nice with big red lips,
nice eyes, and long hair. But she made the ground shake with ever
step, and those high platform shoes with the wide heels were leaving
marks in the floor. This was one big mama! She was checking out
those really tiny outfits that wouldn't even fit on her big toe. I
wanted to tell her to try buying a dress at the Curtain Shop two
stores down. Or maybe sewing three bed sheets together just to cover
up her lips!

Well as time went by I got bored waiting, so I stretched out on the
cushions and fell to sleep. Just then I felt this vibration, and a
woman's voice saying, "God, my feet are killing me"!.... I opened my
eyes just in time to see the fat woman place her shopping bags on my
legs and her huge ass descending down with plop on my face and
chest....... I tried to let out a scream but her big ass cut off my
words with smothering squish.... There I was getting crushed by this
massive woman sitting on me without a care in the world. I felt her
moving her ass around getting a better seat, and all the while I was
getting more smashed down into the sofa! With all that weight on me
I felt myself getting flatter and flatter by the second...... Thank
god part of my head and my nose was sticking out the side of her
thigh so I could suck up some oxygen. I could feel her enormous ass
ironing me out like a cheap shirt. Just then She leaned forwards
andI could can feel her getting something out of her purse, and she
put whatever it was in her mouth and she lit it up. It was a
cigarette! As she sat, crushing the live out me, smoking like she
hadn't a care in the world.

In the background I could hear my Mother calling me! I tried to
yell, but through her fat, just out came a muffled gasp! I tried in
vane to move but she just wiggled her ass on me even more, and let
out a silent fart. P-U! The smell almost killed me!

Just then I felt this cold hard round thing being put on the top of
my forehead! I could barely make it out but the bitch put a ash tray
on my head, because I could see cigarette butts though the bottom of
the glass.

I could hear my mother ask her if she has seen a little boy running
around here? She said, "No!" As she puffed away on her cigarette! I
started to panic because I could her my mother walking away as her
voice was fading away as she called my name!! Little did my mother
know that her son was being used a human couch by a 450 pound woman.

The fat woman sitting on me just kept smoking her cigarette while
she I was getting crushed beneath her. Things were started to get
fuzzy, and my chest was just about caved in. Breathing was almost
impossible. In the background someone must have turned the radio up
in the store because the woman started to rock back and forth with
music and her bouncing was mashing me all the more. Just then as the
music ended and another song started, she leaned over and snuffed
the cigarette out in the ash tray that was on my head. And I felt
her light up another cigarette.

The spandex she was wearing started to give me a rug burn as she
moved around on me to the music. This rhythmic crushing by her ass
went on for about 3 minutes and I must have been paper thin by now.
Breathing was getting harder and harder. As she was wiggling her big
ass to the music, the vibration knocked the ashtray off of my head
and it slipped into the back of the couch. Just then she leaned over
to snub the cigarette out, but not knowing the ash tray wasn't there
any more she snuffed it out into my eye....... I could see the
cigarette between her red nails coming towards my eye. I closed my
eyes, and I felt the cigarette burning my eyelid as she ground the
cigarette out into my eye. I muffled a scream and just as the song
ended, she lit up another one. She was completely oblivious to fact
that she was smashing the life out of a 11 year old child, let alone
using his face as ashtray.

Three more songs went by and my face started to look like the bottom
of an ashtray. She was intent grinding out every cigarette she had
in the pack on my face.

As the fourth song ended she snuffed out the last cigarette in my
eye and I heard her ask a sales girl that worked there, if they had
any High heel shoes? The girl said, "right above your head! The
sales girl asked if she could help? The fat woman said, "No, I can
reach it"

Just then this 450 woman got off of me, and without looking down and
the flattened out child that was beneath her on the couch. She took
a step backup on the couch, and placed her high heel platform shoe
right in the middle of my chest, and before I could scream, she
stood all the way up and place her other High heel right on my
stomach. Her heels sunk into me like if she sunk into quick sand and
all the rushed out of me. I was crushed flat by her 450 pounds
balancing on those chunky heels. I was totally compressed all the
way in as far as the sofa would go. All you could see were two arms
and these thin legs sticking out.

She continued to stand on me while she reached for the shoes above
her head on the shelf. She took a step or two to reach another pair
a few feet away, and her chunky heel landed right on my face. Her
450 lbs. pressed my head flat into the bottom of the sofa, I thought
my neck was going to snap! Her other heel was sunk all the way into
my chest. I felt like my ribs were going to snap in a second. At
that moment I heard her say to girl, "Do you mind if I try these
on?" She said, "Go Ahead".

There standing on my now deformed, crushed body, she stood on one
leg, and with one hand she took off her shoe, and placed the new
high heel shoe on my face. I knew that she couldn't see me below her
threw all fat, and those big tits. She place her foot in the high
heel and put all her weight into it. The heel sunk into face. My
nose was being smashed under the weight. She started to grind my
face in with her shoe as she was admiring the feel of the leather.
Just then she shifted her weight, and I knew she was going to try on
the other shoe. She placed the other heel right over my private
parts and stuck her other foot into it. As she stood up her heels
were crushing me to death, she continued to walk around all over me
as she was getting the feel of those new heels. The heels poked
holes over my little body, I was tuned into a human pin cushion. She
even went as far as to do a little dance to music. I was pulverized
and mangled! She trampled me into oblivion.

After ten minutes of changing shoes on my body, the girl that worked
there told her to get down because she was ruining to
sofa!..........The woman got down and sat back down on my destroyed
body. I couldn't even move! Her big ass was ironing me out flat once
again. I was so flattened, black and blue, my whole body was numb to
the pain, and with no air, I passed out!........

When I came too, I was in the hospital with 2nd degree burns on my
face and three broken ribs, and a ruptured spleen. My Mother never
believed me about the story of what happened, and that was the last
time I ever went shopping with her.
Jealous of seat cushions everywhere.