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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.

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.

please finish this story it's great!!!!

-tj

Hmm lucky guy
where does she live