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http://www.woio.com/Global/story.asp?S=11851664


CLEVELAND, OH (WOIO ) - An obese woman who killed her boyfriend after sitting on him will not serve any time behind bars.

This, after Mia Landingham pleaded guilty to involuntary manslaughter. Last summer, Landingham sat on Mikal Middleton-Bey as he was face first on the couch.

Investigators say Middelton-Bey was 5'10" tall and weighed 126 pounds while Landingham is 5'9" tall. It's not clear how much Landingham weighs. A police scale went up to 350 pounds - that wasn't enough to accurately weigh the Cleveland woman.

Landingham was sentenced to just probation at her sentencing on Wednesday.

QuoteAnnie was having a ball ââ,¬â€œ she hadnââ,¬â,,¢t been out to a club for years. This was her first fun outing since the divorce ââ,¬â€œ and she felt a little self conscious. At 45, she was more than twice the age of most of the people out in town for a Saturday night. That didnââ,¬â,,¢t bother her as much as her size ââ,¬â€œ it was not just her weight, but she was undeniably huge ââ,¬â€œ she didnââ,¬â,,¢t think that her huge thighs or bottom would attract many men, but she knew that her huge cleavage on display just might. She had on a tightly hugging thin jumper that squeezed together and lifted up those massive breasts. Plus she was unusually tall. In any case, she was only out to have fun with friends, but she was secretly hoping to have some special fun tonight.

She was determined to enjoy the club, even though it was completely packed with people, very noisy, and very hot. She was sweating so much and getting to the bar for a drink took ages. There wasnââ,¬â,,¢t much room to move around, which only made her a bit more self conscious, especially every time she pushed against somebody with that huge bum.

But then a smart man caught her eye and offered her a drink. He was quite small ââ,¬â€œ especially compared to her, his head only reaching to her boobs. But they danced, and they had fun. She noticed that he could not keep his eyes off her chest and, being a little bit drunk, decided to have a little more fun. After a dance she manouvered him to a gap at the wall to chat. He had his back to the wall and she pressed forwards slightly so that her huge breasts were close to his face, but carried on chatting pretending that it was so busy behind her that she was being pushed towards him. She felt so naughty and daring doing this in public. She pressed forwards a bit more, making it obvious that this was no accident. It made her feel powerful. His face was pressed into her jumper at her breasts. Looking down she grinned ââ,¬â€œ each boob was easily bigger than his head. She pressed forwards futher, now squashing his face into her cleavage, and a moment later leaned her whole weight forwards, her flesh surrounding his head, smothering him in her huge cleavage. After a few moments her struggled and pushed her back ââ,¬â€œ he was flushed but obviously excited. So she did it again.

She saw that a young couple to her right had noticed what she was doing, and she looked straight at them and, with a broad smile, squeezed her boobs together with her hands, very slowly and deliberately. Then she released her captive man ââ,¬â€œ he didnââ,¬â,,¢t notice the couple, he was completely transfixed by that massive chest. This time she leaned back a little ââ,¬â€œ giving the couple beside them a clear view, and put her hand round the back of the manââ,¬â,,¢s head. She was strong, and easily pulled his face forwards into that cleavage. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t resist at all.

They left the club giggling soon after and headed to his apartment. He was younger than her ââ,¬â€œ in his mid 30s ââ,¬â€œ and some kind of professional. She couldnââ,¬â,,¢t remember what but was looking forwards to having some more fun with him. She felt free and uninhibited.

Back at his place they did have fun, and ended up in is bedroom. Lying in bed she asked him if he had any secret fantasies. He blushed, hesitant to say. They relaxed and got comfortable and he confessed in her ear. ââ,¬Å"I like dominant womenââ,¬Â he stammered. He was nervous. His lips were quivering. He put his hand on her naked buttock. ââ,¬Å"I like having my face sat onââ,¬Â. He paused. ââ,¬Å"Really sat on, by a relaxing women using me as her cushion, squashing me under her for hours, making my head disappearââ,¬Â. His breathing was heavy and irregular. ââ,¬Å"Holding me there and not letting me escapeââ,¬Â ââ,¬â€œ another pause ââ,¬â€œ ââ,¬Å"while she relaxes and maybe even enjoys herselfââ,¬Â. He gasped. And then sat back quietly. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t mention that it was indeed a fantasy ââ,¬â€œ he had never experienced it.

Annie thought for a moment. There were a few reasons why it might not be a good idea. She was very heavy and would surely crush him. Her bottom was huge ââ,¬â€œ so wide ââ,¬â€œ what if she hurt him. Not only that, but she really needed a shower, and knew she was sweaty and oily down there. But she was a bit turned on by the idea, and he was so keen. Why was he making such a fuss about it, as if it was difficult to do? She stood up and instructed him to lie back on the bed, with his head near the end. She walked around the bed, watching his face carefully, as he watched her huge naked body approaching. In only a moment she was standing at the end of the bed, facing away from him ââ,¬â€œ looking directly into the mirrored wardrobe. She sat down and relaxed. He was struggling a bit. She looked at the mirror. She was sitting in the soft bed ââ,¬â€œ his head had disappeared right into the mattress, and she could only see a small tuft of his hair. She chuckled. His hand were on her thighs trying to push up, then her buttocks. He couldnââ,¬â,,¢t move her at all. He was really struggling. She quite liked it. She noticed how slim his arms were compared to her massive thighs, especially when she sat like this. She wondered for a moment if he could breathe. She watched him struggling. Maybe he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t breathe ââ,¬â€œ she noticed his struggles were getting a bit weaker. Perhaps she should get off for a moment. His feeble attempts to lift her off seemed even weaker. But he had said to relax for hours, that was what he liked. It must be fine. Still ââ,¬â€œ she pondered for a few moments. Better lift off just in case. She leaned forwards and lifted up, heard his desperate gasping.

She thought to herself: he likes that? Being smothered and squashed? That I can do. She sat back down, cutting off his gasps. This time she leaned back a little, gripping his wrists in her hands for support. She looked at the mirror again ââ,¬â€œ widened her legs a little. All she could see of him was some hair underneath her own mash of public hair. She looked down behind her, noticing her huge bottom squashing back right back over his chest. He was properly pinned under her ââ,¬â€œ this time he could only kick his legs a bit. She easily held his arms firmly. She lifted up and heard him gasp, then sat down again. He must be loving this. She looked round ââ,¬â€œ yes, he was certainly demonstrating a proud erection. She stretched her legs out, not thinking that this would squash him even more. She relaxed. Hours? No problem. She lifted up after a minute for him to catch his breath, and sat down again.

After a while she felt like a change. And she remembered that he said she should ââ,¬Ëœenjoyââ,¬â,,¢ herself. She knew what he meant and had a good idea.

She sat up straight, not thinking about the massive increase in weight on his face. She let him breathe, and heard his moans and gasping. This time she sat down and lay back on him. She felt her buttocks spread around his face and lifted her head to look in the mirror. She lifted a little so that his head would appear from deep under her in the mattress, and saw her buttocks spread right round his face, his head wedged deeply. She wiggled her bottom, pressing down now, mashing his face in even deeper. Then she reached down, and wiggling again, spread her buttocks with her hands, and squashed down to get him as deeply as she could. His nose was pressing against the base of her opening, and she knew his mouth was near her anus. She wanted him to lick. To stick his tongue in. That was her fantasy, she suddenly realised. The thought of making him do that made her tingle all over.

She lifted up ââ,¬â€œ hearing him gasp. ââ,¬Å"Lick my holeââ,¬Â she commanded softly. ââ,¬Å"Get your tongue inââ,¬Â. Then she set down again, spreading her buttocks wide and pressing his deeply in, crushing his face flat deep in her, his mouth tightly against her sweaty anus. She felt the tip of his tongue try to stick out, but his mouth had been squashed almost closed. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t occur to her that his weight cut off his every movement ââ,¬â€œ she had no idea his eyes were crushed closed, his nose painfully squashed, or that he could not open or close his mouth. But she wanted his tongue ââ,¬â€œ and she was going to take it ââ,¬â€œ to make him do what she wanted. He liked a dominant woman? Now she was going to be dominant and get what she wanted.

She lifted her bottom and dropped back down heavily, as a punishment. She ground down around on his face, mashing his head under her weight. She knew he liked it really. She did this for a while, then gave him some air. And then she lay back down again, lying on her back on top of him, her immense bottom spread around his face. By chance this time his mouth was open a bit wider and he knew he must snake out his tongue ââ,¬â€œ he knew he had no choice at all.

She reached down and started to rub herself. She imagined a man in her while she lay back enjoying this one under her. She rubbed herself slowly, knowing he was enjoying it. It was a misplaced knowledge ââ,¬â€œ he really wasnââ,¬â,,¢t. But she had no idea of that as she slowly rubbed herself and gently gyrated her behind on his face, pulverising him mercilessly.

She let her imagination go, thinking of man after man in her while this one served her behind. It always took her a very long time to get close, perfect for this man underneath her (or so she thought). He had a long useful tongue, and whilst it was constrained by her weight, he was managing to squash it into her hole and just push it in and out. But every time she almost came close she knew she had left him too long without air and had to lift up, hearing him gasp desperately. Sometimes when she lay back down he wouldnââ,¬â,,¢t manage to get his tongue into place, and she would be set back again even further. It was frustrating. But she was still enjoying it.

And then suddenly it crept up on her and she came, the biggest orgasm in years. She slammed her thighs together and writhed in spasm, tightening every muscle, pressing down on him. When she opened her thighs again she realised she had soaked the bed ââ,¬â€œ she felt his hair ââ,¬â€œ it was soaked too. It had been brilliant. She could feel him feebly struggling, and lifted her bottom up again. It was too much effort to sit up. She heard him gasping. ââ,¬Å"Lick my ass cleanââ,¬Â she moaned. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t dare refuse, and slowly, feebly, stuck out his tongue. He couldnââ,¬â,,¢t move his head, his eyes were refusing to open. He was in agony, but started to lick. Her crack was very oily and wet. It matched his face. He ran his tongue around. She was too tired to hold herself up off him, and lay back down again. She had an idea.

She rolled off him and stood up. He was bright pink all over ââ,¬â€œ she grinned. Must have been good. ââ,¬Å"Ready for some serious licking while I squash you?ââ,¬Â she grinned. He just moaned ââ,¬â€œ she took that as a good thing. She knelt over his face, this time facing his feet, and squashed her bottom back into his face again. This time he could lick her bottom while she played with him.

She squashed back and down, and felt him licking up and down slowly while she leaned forwards to play with his penis. He wasnââ,¬â,,¢t hard ââ,¬â€œ she wondered why. She began to rub it, and soon he was solid and firm. She grinned to herself. As she rubbed him he would stop licking and moan. But she wanted him to keep licking, so whenever he stopped she took his balls in her hand and squeezed slowly but powerfully, crushing them in her big strong hand until she was satisfied with his tongue. Then she went back to rubbing him more vigorously. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t take too long and then in moments he hands were covered in a sticky white liquid. She carried on stroking him using his own cum as a lubricant. He began to struggle and she sat back heavily on his face, pinning his arms easily with her legs, her weight stopping him from bucking up in protest. His legs were kicking and struggling, but she carried on amused, punishing the small man.

She realised that it was enough for him, though she had had fun. She leaned back and sat fully on his face again, relaxing for a minute.

Then she climbed off and looked down at him. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t move, just moaned and groaned a little. He wanted to beg her to stop but didnââ,¬â,,¢t have the energy. His whole body ached, but his face really hurt. It had only been an hour, but had seemed an eternity to him.

She leaned forwards and rubbed her boobs in his face, then gave him a little kiss. ââ,¬Å"That was fun, call me if you want to do it againââ,¬Â. She wondered how soon sheââ,¬â,,¢d hear from him.

QuoteIt had been a hell of an evening. Marie had decided she wanted to pull tonight, and had been dancing with Graeme for hours. In between, they had spent time kissing and touching. She liked his body - big and strong. He liked hers - busty and curvy. They both knew what would be happening later.

But Graeme kept drinking. And drinking more. By throwing out time, he could hardly stand. They couldn''t get a taxi, and it was raining. They were soaked through to the skin and started to walk. She was hardly dressed for it, in her short skirt and light t-shirt. Graeme was exhausted, and the evening was turning into a disaster. After 20 minutes they were in the middle of nowhere, crossing an empty industrial estate. It would be another hour before they reached the flat. She was still upbeat, but Graeme had had enough. He sat down on the ground, leaning back against a factory wall.

"Get up, you lazy git!" she shouted at him, jokingly. She didn''t expect the response.
"Fuck off you fat cow" he slurred.

She couldn''t believe it - her desires were switching off like a light.
"Come on, Graeme, lets go."

"I said piss off, thunderthighs. I''m staying here".

She shouted back at him now. "Thunderthighs? Take it back, apologise now."

"Kiss my ass" he replied. "And fuck off. Take your flabby behind and go that way". He tried to lift his hand to point, but was too drunk.

It hit a nerve. She was quite touchy about her size 18 figure. She was tall, and had long legs that she liked to show off, even if her thighs were quite thick. She couldn''t deny that her bottom was big - wide and soft. And although it (usually) did the trick, she was still vulnerable to comments about it.

"I''m warning you, Graeme. Now get up and lets go. I''m not walking back on my own, and I need to get home and sit down. So come on!"

He slurred "oh fuck off" as he drifted off to sleep. She was furious now. His words were ringing in her ears. ''Kiss my ass'' - how dare he.

She stood over him for a moment. She couldn''t walk back on her own - she was as drunk as him and needed his support. Her anger rose into a blind fury. She wanted to kick him, hard. She wobbled just at the thought. She needed to sit down.

Then she had an idea. It was so simple, so perfect. Combine some punishment with a seat. Punishment from her ''flabby behind''. The tiniest voice in her was trying to say ''you cant do that! its too naughty. You''re too heavy. You weigh 18 stones! You''ll squash him flat'' but at the same time her anger, and her desire to punish him came to the fore.

She pulled her skirt and panties down and stood in front of him. She turned away and wiggled her bottom inches from his face. He was snoozing, his hands resting on the ground. She trapped his wrists under her shoes - the space between the heel and the front snugly fitting over his wrists. Then she leaned back a little, and felt the top of his head. She reached back with one hand, leaning back slightly and supporting herself against the wall. With her other hand she reached back to his head and pulled his face up, pulling his hair.

She heard him mutter "huh" as she leaned back heavily, pressing down slightly with her weight. Her buttocks met his face and she pressed back hard. They glided around his face easily, opening up to envelope him in their meaty grip, lubricated by her sweat from dancing and from the walk.

For the briefest moment she thought ''ewwww! thats disgusting'' before her wanton desire took over again, and she leaned her weight heavily back now, bending her knees and transferring her weight onto Graeme''s face.

His head was squashed deep in between her buttocks, but his chin was sticking out and she could hear him complaining and moaning. ''Serves him right'' she thought, leaning back a bit more. She began to relax her weight down now. His head had been forced back and was jammed facing up as she began to use him as a chair.

He was struggling but his wrists were solidly pinned. He pulled and pushed hard, frantically trying to escape, but her weight solidly held him. He wasn''t quite sure what was happening, but he knew that his head was painfully bent back and was being crushed down against his body, and was being squeezed and squashed inside the sweaty, meaty flesh. He couldn''t see anything and breathing was hard. Then it lifted and a the wide fleshy buttocks appeared in front of him. He tried to move his head away as they came back down again, but with a deft flick to the side his head was rolled round so that his face was directly against the wide meaty cleft between those big buttocks. And then the pressure started again as they opened and slid around his face. His head was again firmly gripped as the pressure increased, both crushing his head and painfully bending his neck back. His eyes were sealed shut, and this time his mouth was firmly muffled by the soft flesh. He couldn''t move and couldn''t breathe, couldn''t see, and the pain was almost unbearable.

His brain kicked into action and he realised that she was using his face as a seat. He couldn''t believe how solid she was, how much power she possessed to hurt and crush him with. She bounced up and down, lifting herself and crashing her weight down. The pain in his neck was electric, red hot burning as his head was bent back so far. And he was so humiliated, trapped here like this. As she sat back more heavily now, the pain and pressure increased dramatically and unexpectedly for Graeme. He still couldn''t breathe, and was panicking, pushing and pulling, trying frantically to move. He could only kick his legs a bit but she paid no attention. Then she lifted off and stood up. This time she stepped back, squashing his face between her bottom and the wall. She pressed back harder, crushing him into the wall. Again, those big sweaty buttocks parted slightly, accepting his face, as their meatiness enveloped his face. This time she pressed straight back, heavily, and slowly used her strong thighs to gyrate her bottom up and down a little, rubbing his face deeply in her crack. Then she rubbed from side to side, slowly humiliating him, his head deeply wedged in her big bottom.

This gave her an immense feeling of satisfaction and the next 20 minutes were spent leaning back, gyrating her bottom around, with his face jammed deep in the sweaty cleft, crushed hard against the wall. He had given up struggling, and she occassionally allowed him a break and some air - the cold air biting his face before she leaned back again, enjoying the delicious sensation. She used her hands to squeeze her buttocks together harder, squashing their softness right around his face, enveloping him past his ears.

Her legs were getting tired now, and so she reached back and gripped him by the hair, dragging him a few metres onto the grass, behind a low hedge. She pulled off his coat. It was still pouring with rain and the ground was soft as she laid him flat, face up. He was still too drunk to make sense of what was happening, and just now wasn''t resisting.

She stood over him, facing his feet, and slowly sat down. Her buttocks again touched his face as she leant back. She pressed down again onto his face and those big buttocks spread once again, taking his face in between them. As she sat back she squashed his head into the ground - sinking into the wet muddy grass which held his head as her weight crushed him totally now, as she relaxed back. She felt the cold grass against her bottom and realised that she was sitting on him so heavily that she had crushed him deep into the ground. She looked around behind her and could not see his head at all from that angle - it looked like she was just sitting in the grass. All she could see was her big bottom on the grass. It amused her.

She was more amused when at his attempts to get her off. As she sat back she had forgotten to pin his arms, and suddenly realised that his hands were free as he gripped her hips and tried to lift her off. She had a moment of panic which quickly turned to amusement as she discovered that, even as strong as he was, he couldn''t shift her at all. He was exhausting himself and was completely unable to move her an inch.

His whole head was trapped directly under those great buttocks and she was sitting straight up, legs now in front of her on top of Graeme. She stood up and looked down at him. He couldn''t get up. She was tired.

This time she placed his coat down on the grass behind him. Then she sat down again heavily. His head once again trapped inside that tremendous meaty cleft. She slid up slightly so that he could breathe, his chin sticking out. She was tired. She lay back, crushing his head more deeply back into the grass now, and relaxed. Lying flat on her back with Graeme''s face trapped in her bottom she drifted off into a light sleep.

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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.

Not my story. Just reposting what I found on another forum.

QuoteJust wanted to tell you of my latest experience under a huge bbw.

I met this local lady today who weighs in at 30st (420lbs). To protect her anonymity, I shall call her Mandy. I had been speaking to her for the last few days regarding her squashing me and letting me play with her feet. She advertises locally so knows the ropes. While speaking to her she mentioned that she has a bbw friend who could join her in the future if I so wished. Well when I met her today she said that her friend may also pop round soon, not to join in, but just to chat and introduce herself.

So I turned up and the door was answered by this huge lady, Pretty but massive. Her backside was enormous! Anyway we went upstairs and I promptly lay down on my back along the edge of the bed. She turned around and sat gingerly on my belly, although the size of her backside meant that she was spread half way up my chest and half way over my groin. The pressure was intense but I wasnââ,¬â,,¢t sure she had all her weight on me so I asked her. She lifted her legs up and all her 30st pressed down onto me. As agreed she spent a couple of minutes in that position before standing up and moving up 4 or 5 inches before sitting back down again. She was more on my chest this time and I although I found it more comfortable, I also found it harder to breathe. But it was so intense that I loved it! Couple of minutes later she got up again, moved up and sat back down, this time on my chest and completely on the side of my head. This was amazing! I was really being crushed under this huge lady. Then I asked her to bounce up and on me. This she did and each time she landed it made me grunt as her big arse came down on my ribs and head. She then spent the next 10 mins or so moving up and down me, bouncing all the time.

I then turned my attention to her feet. I have a preference for smelly, grubby feet and she didnââ,¬â,,¢t disappoint. She laid back on the bed and I removed her trainers from her feet. She had been out to a nightclub the previous evening and ended up dancing barefoot for most of the evening.They were chunky feet, with soft soles, rough heels and small toes, and had a lovely grubby, slightly dirty edge to them. . I instantly pressed my nose into her toes and smelled her glorious scent. They smelled amazing, a perfect mix of sweat, and stale footwear. I spent ages smelling every part of them and then took each toe in my mouth as I sucked on them. I then licked her soles completely clean, from the heels to her toes.

We then returned to her sitting on me. There she was, bouncing on my midriff, when I heard her friend call out from the bottom of the stairs. Up she came and entered the room and saw her friend Mandy sitting and bouncing up and down on me. After a couple of minutes chatting, Mandy invited her friend (ââ,¬ËœKatieââ,¬â,,¢) to join her sitting on me. Mandy moved up more onto my chest and Katie sat on my groin and legs, not full weight, but with enough weight to press down on me. Now Katie weighs in at around 23st (320lbs) Wow! Being sat on by two big ladies is my idea of heaven.

I returned to the floor and resumed worshipping Mandyââ,¬â,,¢s feet. Katie also sat on the edge of the bed and rested her feet on my chest and throat. I started to stroke Katieââ,¬â,,¢s feet too and before you know it I was licking her very soft soles. Her feet were not smelly, as she hadnââ,¬â,,¢t expected to be seeing a foot fetishist like myself, but they were very pretty feet. After a while I had two pairs of bbw feet being rubbed all over my face. Fantastic.

Returning to the bed, Mandy suggested that Katie sit on my chest this time. Being lighter than Mandy by 7 or 8 stone (105lbs) I hardly felt her, and as she had not so big an arse she was the perfect size for my chest. Mandy then took her place on my groin and thighs. Heaven! Over 50st (700lbs) of feminine flesh crushing my puny frame. I only weigh in at 11st (154lbs). I could have stayed there all day!

Katie got off and ventured into the kitchen to make a drink as my time was almost up. I lay on the floor on my back and asked Mandy to stand over me pressing a foot down on me. I have a preference for being trampled on my chest so got her to press a foot down on my ribcage. She certainly pressed down hard and asked how much of her weight she thought she was using, and she replied about half. I told her to press more and she did so until her other foot was almost on tip-toes. Now my previous record was 21 Ã,½ st (300lbs) standing on my chest, so I though I could beat that. I told her to step right up and place her foot right next to her other one, side by side on my chest. Up she hopped and the pressure was enormous. I couldnââ,¬â,,¢t breathe at all and she got off after a couple of seconds. Record broken! I wanted a repeat so she did it again and I managed to last 5 seconds before I thought the pressure in my head was cause a rupture or something! Unbelievable pressure on my ribcage as 420lbs or 30 stone stands with both feet on it.

We were both amazed at what I had achieved, and cant wait for more next time. It will be with both of the girls for a full on double squash session.

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 found this story on one of the Yahoo Groups. Sorry about the formatting.

It was a few years ago a freind and I were visiting a neighbour she was a very big women my gess she weighed about 350 lbs. She was a very nice person and would go out of her way to make peaple happy. One day we where visiting and my freind had made a comment to her that made her upset.she asked me to leave to deal with him I dided know what was going to happen to him.So I went around to a window to see what
was going on and I coulded beleive my eyes he was laying on the
couch and she was slaming her big fat ass down on him time and time again.She was telling him to say sorry but he woulded say it so she turned around again and sat right on his face and held him there for a while and when she got up he was not moving at all.she then walked out of the room and before I could get to into the room to help him she came back so I hid beside the chair where I could still see what was going on.he started to move around again on the couch and then she dropped her ass down on his chest and said say sorry or else .and then before he could answer she moved up over his head and lowered her ass down and stopped just above his head and said it doesn't matter if you say sorry or not I'm going to crush all the life out of you anyway and with that she sat down and started to roll her big ass around on his little head and pushing her hands down on his chest to push all the air out of him.Then rolled around a little more and then started bouncing hard up and down I could here the air being crushed out of him then she got up and walked to
the end of the couch were his feet were and pulled them so his head was know in the middle of couch and then sat on his chest so she could see his face as she slowly rolled forward to lock his face fermly between the cheeks of her ass.She wanted to feel the blow up side of her she bounced a litle bit and settled in again his arms and legs where moving ever where tring to get so air but there was no chance of that happening she had him in there really deep and then started grinding it into make sure all the air was crushed out of his body. she lifted up for amoment and then she heard the words that were muffled I'm sorry with the little air he had left then she rolled forwords again and pressed his face back in again.she then let him up and said did you like that? and he said I'm not sure.she replied if you did come back tomorrow . At that moment I popped out a said you can crush me next and with that she said come see me
tomorrow I SAID OK

The next day I asked my freind if he wanted to come over to my
neighbours place. you remember her from part one shes the lady that weighed 350lb's how had crushed my freind the day before.He said no way that was scarry never again and with that I left to go to find out what it was like. when I got there I was hopping she remembered what she had said to us the day before so I very nervously knocked on the door and stood there for a minute thinking to my self I must be crazy to want to try this.then the door opened and there she stood she seemed bigger then before maybe because I was standing alone.She then looked passed me and said wheres your freind?I replied he could not make it and with that she said come on in don't be scared I will be gentle with you.I stepped in the door and she
closed it behind me and said go in the living room and have a seat I will be there in a minute and with that I sat down on the couch.Then a minute or too went past then I heard her comming back out .she was in her nighty it only went down to her hips her ass and legs were huge as she walked towards me I could feel the floor viburating because of her weight.she looked down at me and smiled and said I hope you are ready for this I'm going to put to the test if you know what I mean and I think you do. I replied yes I do. At this point I was very scared and she could see that. Then I said before you crush me could you tell me your first name and she said my name is rose and I'm going to crush all the air out of you.Come over here and lay down beside the wall .I slowly got up and moved over to the wall where rose was standing she said lay down on your back so I slowly layed down and looked up at her huge legs and ass she looked down at me and smiled and said are you ready.All I could do is nod I was very nervous then she put her foot on my stomack and started to stand on me I felt my body being crushed into the floor I said stop and she said I'm just getting started and with that she lifted her other foot off the floor and put it on my chest I felt all the air rush out of me as her full weight was on my body she started to shift her weight to the foot that was on my chest and I felt my back crack in eight different places and my ribbs folding under the presure I tried to breath but there was know way I could. she looked down at me and put her other foot beside the other one that was on my chest and rolled up on her toes I felt my ribs colapsing and then she stood there for about a minute or two stept down off my chest and then I took a deep breath and the pain was so intence it was hard to keep breathing.She asked if I was ok and I noded yes she helped me over to the couch and I layed down to catch my beath. rose looked down at me and said had enough?Ilooked up and said no I can handle anything and with that she turned around and sat on my chest and started rolling on her ass she would roll up on my face and back
down.She said take a deep breath as she slowly roll her hip up on my face I could feel my head going deeper and deeper into the couch untill I could see no more light then I felt her shift her weight again she crossed her legs to put all the presure on my little head it felt like my head was going to the floor I tried to lift her but she would just bounce down on my head to press me deeper she held me there untill I stopped moving then she lifted her big ass off my head to let me breath for a minute or too.Are you ready for round two?I replied do I have a choice and she said yes here or the floor. I said you will smother me either way you pick it.Move over your head to the center cusin she then sat down on my head so her ass wason the couch and my head she rolled up so the weight was on her hip and my neck and head. I felt her hand come down my stomack as she rolled up on her hip I could feel my neck cracking every where she crossed her legs again putting all the preasure on my neck and as she rolled up higher I could just see the side of her ass. I pushed upon her ass to get so air but the preasure on my neck was to much so I let her ass go. She then rolled up to put all of her weight
into it and started to bounce up and down it seemed like she was
enjoying it just then I started to feel really strange it felt like
I was slowly drifting way. I tapped her leg several times tring to
get some air but there was no way I could ,I tapped her leg harder this time and started to push her so she would get up my body started to tingle and felt pins and needles every where and then every thing want black under her huge ass.when I woke up she said I thought I killed you are you ok.I layed there for a moment before repling and said that is the strangest feeling I have ever felt I ackually enjoyed it untill I passed out I gess.she said I enjoyed shothered you under me you are one tough kid she said as she smiled at me.Would you like to try one more thing?Isaid whats that .I want to put your face between my cheeks and smother you again .OK but don't make me pass out ok and she said ok and with that she asked me to put my head over the arm of the couch so I moved down and did it .She said look straight up at the ceiling this time I have a suprize for you and with that she turned around grabed her ass opened her cheeks and rapped them around my face pushing it deep inside of her and rolled back and fourth I could feel my face getting very wet I put my hands on her ass so I could lift to get air her ass went around my face and down onto the arm of the couch it was huge she made me release all my air inside of her and then bounce on my face she then would lift up just enough so I could take another breath of air then sit back down and hold me in there she reached back and grabed both of my hands so she could bounce harder on my face and push me deeper and hold me there I started to struggle my body and legs wre moving every where the more I moved the more she liked it grinding and bouncing all . the air out of me.Then she rolled back off the arm off the couch and landed on my chest she leaned back with her legs hanging over the arm of the couch so I could get some air. Then grabed the arm of the couch with her hands and pulled forword and squeezed the arm of the couch with her strong legs and pulling with her arms to crush my face so hard she almost crushed my skull and held me in there until my body was flopping one again tring to get air. I started to get that strang feeling again of fadding away just then she rolled back and let me out of her massive grip then I could breath once again she then rolled off and sat down on the floor beside me and said I still want more but you can't take any more of me today .she asked me if I would come back for some more and I just layed there tring to catch my breath for a moment and said sure but just take me to the edge don't make me pass out and she replied ok.