Decades after the world was struck by a mysterious virus that caused people to shrink to around three inches in height, society has largely moved on. A cure was developed within the year, but a few things kept the masses from reclaiming their original size. One, it was fairly expensive so only those with money to burn could afford it, and two, it was only effective on those of the female gender, so about 50% of the population was out of luck. The portion of the population that was either unable to afford the treatment or was unable to benefit from it were left to their tiny size, but they weren't left behind. Laws were enacted to ensure that they would be able to continue with their lives, hold jobs, commute, and do all the things those of larger stature were still able to do. That wasn't to say that their lives were easy. They still struggled daily with the simplest of tasks, and life was a constant battle to avoid being squished by someone who didn't look where they were sitting. Luckily, a side effect of the shrinking was increased durability. When a tiny person was stomped, sat on, or flattened in any other myriad of ways, their bodies behaved not unlike rubber, squishing and flattening, but otherwise retaining their overall shape, and life. It was thanks to this that tinies were able to re-integrate into society much more easily, since the risk of bodily harm was much lower.
Despite the efforts of legislators, tiny rights were still a hot button issue. Most businesses didn't want to hire someone that wasn't going to be able to perform at the same level as a regular sized person, let alone pay them the same wage. Regular sized people also didn't take kindly to their tiny coworkers seemingly getting a free ride to avoid work they couldn't physically do. This resulted in many tinies falling into poverty, unable to get jobs to support themselves. Communities of homeless tinies formed throughout cities in parks and alleys, under benches or dumpsters, and this groups of tinies began protesting their situation, and the lack of respect they were getting.
"Thanks Bill. I'm here on the corner of Fifth Street at the entrance to Roosevelt Park where shrunken individuals are gathering in large numbers for yet another Tiny Lives Matter protest. This is the fourth protest this month, but seems to be the largest gathering yet, and the crowd is still growing. If you're planning on travelling in this area, make sure to watch your step. This is Rebecca Davies, live from Channel 5, back to you."
Two girls walked past the reporter as she wrapped up, the camera operators signalling that they were no longer live. Kayleigh brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes as she glanced back at the news crew, then nudged her friend. "Hey April, you hear that? There's a Tiny Lives Matter protest near here!"
Friends since pre-school, the two college girls were rarely seen apart. Kayleigh, a bubbly blonde, had a hugely positive attitude and an ass to match. She always tried to do her best to help people, even if her clumsiness got in the way sometimes. April was seemingly her opposite. Her raven black hair perfectly conveyed her attitude towards the world, cynical and unenthusiastic. Kayleigh was one of the few who seemed to be able to put a smile on her face.
April rolled her eyes, hardly looking up from her phone. "And? They have one like every week."
"Well yeah, but don't you like, think they need support?" Kayleigh argued as turned and grabbed April's arm. "We could go help them protest!"
"That sounds boring though. I don't want to stand around with a bunch of shrunken losers all day."
"Come on, it could be fun! You could take some pictures for Instagram. Could be some good PR after that time you sat on poor Tyson..."
April shrugged off her friend's grip, then crossed her arms indignantly. "For the last time, that was an accident! He should've stayed in the tiny area of the caf!"
"Pleaaaasseeee..." Kayleigh begged, giving her friend her best puppy dog eyes, hoping to wear her down into accepting.
"Ugh, fine.. I guess I can try to take a few pictures. At least I'll get something out of it. Tyson was fine by the way! Nobody ever mentions that!"
"Yay! Let's go! I think that news lady said it was on Fifth!"
The entrance to Roosevelt Park was completely taken over by the protest. Tiny signs littered the ground, and crowds of diminutive protesters congregated in groups large enough to be noticed by people passing by. Not that anyone was really giving them their attention. Most pedestrians simply ignored the high pitched chants, going about their day as normal. The protesters weren't going to be discouraged though, they were going to have their voices heard one way or another.
Kayleigh and April arrived on the scene, the latter being reluctantly dragged, and stood off to the side, observing the protesters chanting and shouting.
"Okay. This is like the cutest protest I've ever seen." Kayleigh said, motioning to the crowds of diminutive people gathered in groups around the entrance to the park.
April shrugged, "Let's just get this over with."
"Oh! Oh! Take my picture in front of them!" Kayleigh exclaimed, bouncing her way over to the edge of the crowd.
Tiny people cowered and dove for cover as the massive blonde stomped towards them, but relaxed when she stopped nearby. April smirked at the fleeing protesters, taking out her phone and aiming it at Kayleigh who was flashing a peace sign and sticking her butt out over the crowd of people. Her short, white skirt gave those standing below her a clear view of her underside, along with a scant trace of a pair of underwear that had been consumed by her cheeks. Some of the men in the crowd couldn't help but stare at the big booty hanging over them, while others wisely decided to move further away.
As April was framing up the shot, a devious idea crept into her head. "Hey! Take a few steps back! Better light!"
Nodding in agreement, the blonde stepped backwards without looking, her sneaker clad feet bulldozing through those who chose to ogle her butt. Most were knocked aside, sent sprawling across the sidewalk, but a few unfortunate people were caught underneath her rubber soles as they came crashing down. Tiny shouts echoed out as Kayleigh posed again, too focused on looking hot to notice the plight of the protesters beneath her.
"Perfect!" April shouted, suppressing a snicker of delight at her friend's obliviousness. "Say cheese!"
The camera clicked and Kayleigh relaxed her pose, finally taking notice of the cries coming from her feet. She looked down and gasped, the arms and legs of her unfortunate victims were the only parts of them visible after being crushed underneath her sneakers.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, hurriedly stepping off of the flattened people. Other protesters rushed in to help, checking for vital signs and helping the flattened casualties stand and limp away. "Sorry!" Kayleigh said again, blushing in embarrassment as she walked back over to April.
"Gosh sorry Kay! I didn't see them there either!" April said, her suppressed giggling betraying her intentions.
"Not funny April. Those poor little cuties could've been hurt!"
"They're fine! Aren't they supposed to be like super resilient?"
"Well yeah... But that still wasn't cool." Kayleigh sighed. "Now they probably think I'm some tiny hater.."
As much as she was having fun, April still didn't like seeing her friend sad. "Hey, I'm sure they don't. Tell you what, why don't you go see if you can help with anything? Try and find one of the head honchos around here."
Kayleigh perked up a bit, "Yeah! Maybe I will!"
"Great. I'm going to try and get a few more shots for my instagram. You have fun." April replied, happy seeing her friend's spirits back as she bounced off towards the crowds again, scattering groups of tinies as she went. April sighed and shook her head as she watched her friend go, then turned her attention back to her phone.
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"Excuse me! Big girl coming through!"
Tiny protesters ran for cover as Kayleigh stepped through the crowds, doing her best to avoid crushing more people underneath her shoes. Unfortunately for them the kind-hearted blonde had never been the most graceful person. Those who weren't quick enough to dodge her feet wound up being flattened to the pavement, and a few unlucky ones were wedged between the treads of her sneakers and carried with her as she made her way through the crowd, crushed repeatedly whenever she took a step.
"Sorry! So Sorry!" She whispered apologetically as she stepped on a family of four who had been too busy taking a picture to notice her coming. "I should be more careful, you guys are hard to see!"
Thinking it would be best if she switched up her tactics, Kayleigh decided to try tip-toeing as a means of at least reducing the amount of people she squished each step. So up on her toes she went, the people jammed into the soles of her shoes crying out for help as they were no longer smashed into the pavement. The aspiring ballerina took her first step, stretching her leg out towards a relatively uncrowded spot. People below were treated to a stunning view up her skirt as she lunged over them, her delicates leaving little to the imagination. Her toes touched down without adding to her squish count, and she even managed to bring her other leg over without toppling.
"Wuh.. Whoa.." Kayleigh murmured as she began teetering, waving her arms to try and keep her balance. She looked down, noticing with dread that the crowds that had parted to avoid her toes had congregated around her again, leaving her no room to put her foot down and regain control. "Oh no.."
A shadow passed over the crowd. "Look out!!" Someone called. "She's gunna fall!" Shouted another.
Mass panic broke out among the tiny citizens as they began pushing and shoving to escape the tipping titan. Kayleigh gritted her teeth and flailed, but there was no use fighting with gravity at this point. She stuck her ass out, instinctively aiming to let the most cushioned part of her body take the brunt of the impact. She went down like a redwood falling in the forest, her massive posterior slamming into the ground with such force that people nearby were sent flying from the gust of wind rushing out from underneath her booty. Anyone caught beneath her ass was instantly turned into paper, flattened into the pavement by the sheer weight of the blonde's gargantuan glutes.
"Oww.." Kayleigh groaned, stunned by the shock of falling down. Her ass hurt, her tailbone hurt, and she was thoroughly embarrassed.
People began to shout as they desperately tried to extract their compressed compatriots from beneath her. "Miss! Please get up Miss! You're crushing them!" Arms and legs sticking out from the edge of her fat cheeks twitched in pain as the giant shifted on top of them, trying to see what all the commotion was.
"Oh shit! Sorrysorrysorry!" Kayleigh stammered as she quickly tried to get up. Her ass made it a few inches off the ground, revealing the smushed bodies of her unlucky victims, splattered across the ground and stuck to the shiny skin of her ass. Friends and family members of the crushed moved in to help, even with the threat still looming overhead. This proved to be a mistake. The clumsy girl tried to stand, using her arms to push herself upright without shifting her feet too much, if only she had balance.
"Nononono!" Kayleigh shouted as her arms failed to give her the lift she needed. Her ass flopped back down, adding to its score by pounding the rescuers and victims alike. As she tried again to rise people wisely decided to hang back, despite the moans and cries of their friends calling out from beneath the giant girl's wobbling behind. Thankfully she was able to get to her feet this time allowing rescuers to move in and help the crushed people recover.
Kayleigh blushed as she looked down at the carnage her booty had wrought. She could feel the people stuck to her ass twitching as they desperately tried to peel themselves free, so she hurriedly brushed them off, her embarrassment evident on her face as she tried to end this situation as quickly as possible. Papery bodies fluttered down to the ground as her fingers swept them off her rear, landing softly below where they were tended to. Unfortunately in her rush to leave, Kayleigh missed a couple victims that had been crushed into the fabric of her underwear. Their cries for help were muffled by the skirt hanging over them as Kayleigh stepped over the crowd to the side of the path, trying not to meet the gaze of any of the now angry protesters glaring at her from below. She just wanted to hide herself, ironically wishing that she was tiny right now as she shuffled away, taking her new passengers with her.
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While her friend was busy ingratiating herself with the locals, April was trying to get some shots that would improve her social image. After some time skirting the edges of the crowd trying to get a good angle, she determined that nothing was quite good enough. If she was going to get a picture that would convince her peers she’d need to be in the thick of it, not standing on the side lines.
Without hesitating she strode into the crowd, knocking protesters aside with reckless abandon as she scrolled on her phone and looked for inspiration for her shot. People not quick enough to get out of her way were promptly flattened by her uncaring sandals, smushed like grapes being turned into wine.
April paused as she reached the center of a sizable gathering of tinies, looking around briefly at the sound of panicked screams before shrugging. “This seems like a good spot. Lots of tinies for the background.. I can get those signs over there in frame..” She murmured to herself as she held her phone over her head while spinning to test out different angles. People at her feet were sent flying as the rubber soles of the uncaring girl’s sandals slapped into them. Splorts and squishes spurted out from underneath her feet as she settled into position.
“Perfect!” April grinned as she snapped her picture, a cute portrait of her flashing a peace sign with the protest in the background. She even managed to get a little cleavage in frame, which was always a sure fire way to get some likes.
After a quick bit of post processing she posted her pic, satisfied with how it portrayed her. Meanwhile the protesters were rushing to get away from her dangerous feet, the scent wafting off of them keeping them away just as much as the threat of squashing. Those who had been flattened called out for help, but were left in their squished state as the threat of adding to the casualty count kept most of the would-be rescuers away. April absentmindedly rocked back and forth as she monitored how her post was doing, crushing and re-crushing any who happened to be trapped under the sole of her sandals.
“That’s a good start, but I should really get a few more..” She mused, watching the like counter begin to steadily rise. “Maybe if I get some over there by the main stage...”
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Grrrrooaaannn
Kayleigh put a hand on her belly as it added it’s own protesting shouts to the choir of tiny voices. She had finally managed to escape her shame after flattening half the protest under her butt, and now she was getting tired, tired and hungry. Luckily the park was littered with vendors selling snacks and beverages. She spotted a hotdog cart nearby and headed towards it, carefully looking down to avoid embarrassing herself further.
“Thanks mister!” She said over her shoulder as she walked away from the vendor, her prize clutched in two hands. The hot dog glistened invitingly, prompting her stomach to grumble again, encouraging her along as she tried to find a bench to sit and eat at. She spotted one and headed towards it, eager to chow down.
“Alright! This bench will be a great spot to set up or new stage!” One of the protesters shouted gleefully. The group he had brought with him was already swarming the center of the flat concrete bench, setting up signs and practicing chants. They had broken off from the main group to try and expand the protest into the park, hoping that they could garner more attention if they spread out. While they worked, a shadow loomed over them, growing in size as some stopped to find the source. Hushed whispers grew into panicked cries as the shadow darkened and expanded until it covered the entire group of people.
“Ahhh.. God it feels good to sit down..” Kayleigh sighed as she plopped down onto the bench, unknowingly turning an entire crowd of tinies into paste under her behind.
The few that managed to escape her titanic rear end as it crashed down were now desperately banging their fists against her thick thighs in an attempt to get her attention. Unfortunately the hungry girl was oblivious to their plight, her focus taken up by the delicious dog dripping in condiments. Kayleigh chomped down on the hotdog, consuming a third of the bun in one bite. Splashes of mustard dripped out of the opposite side, splattering onto the pavement below and coating some of the tinies who hadn’t made it onto the bench yet in the yellow goop. Her spirits perked up by the tasty treat, Kayleigh happy swayed back and forth as she scarfed it down. Her cheeks slowly lifted as she tilted to one side, revealing the mass of smushed protesters to the light of day once more. Their pained screams were quickly muffled as she tilted back however, her plush butt cheek steamrolling over them once more.
This process continued as Kayleigh finished her dog, licking her fingers to get the last bit of ketchup off of them. "Mmm! Delicious! That really hit the spot!" She exclaimed, finally taking the time to look around. It felt like something was tickling her thigh, so she glanced down at the bench and spotted a tiny woman banging on her leg. "Huh? What's the matter with her?"
Reaching down and plucking the woman up with her sticky fingers, Kayleigh brought her up within hearing distance. "You're sitting on them! Get off your fat ass!!" The woman shouted, gesturing downwards.
Kayleigh gasped, dropping the woman in shock. She tumbled downwards, bounced off her thigh, then fell down to the ground. "Sitting on them?" Kayleigh stammered, the shame from her previous misadventure coming back to her as her cheeks began to turn red.
Slowly she lifted her left buttcheek, hoping that the woman was wrong and that she hadn't embarrassed herself again. She felt her stomach drop as she saw the twitching limbs and mass of people crushed to the bench in the shadow of her crotch.
"Ohhhh shit!" She exclaimed, quickly standing and turning around to inspect the damage her ass had done. Most of the people remained stuck to the bench, however a good chunk of them were still plastered to her wobbling cheeks as she bent over to help her victims. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry!"
She started helping some of them peel off of the bench, hoping to save some of her dignity by assisting them in freeing themselves. After peeling one particularly flattened man off she had an idea. She could help them reflate if she gave them CPR! Her desire to help prompted her to act quickly, so she laid the man down on her palm and started blowing into his mouth, which looked more like blowing onto his entire torso. Her lips did the job though, forming a seal around the man that resulted in her breath being forced into his body. The man quickly inflated, his chest ballooning out as his limbs popped up. After one breath the man looked more like a marble than a person. Kayleigh grinned sheepishly as she placed him back down on the bench, where he began deflating like a whoopee cushion.
Some of the compressed people had regained enough control of their limbs to stand and begin shouting at the apologetic giantess. Kayleigh stammered out more apologies, but it was clear that the crowd was against her.
"Tiny Hater!" Someone shouted. "Get out of here fat ass!" Shouted another. More and more people began shouting insults at her, and tears began to well in her eyes as the embarrassment washed over her. She decided to take her leave before they grew any more angry with her, so she stood up and jogged away, leaving a trail of tinies fluttering off her ass like autumn leaves.
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April was busy taking another picture, crouching over a crowd with her ass sticking out, when she spotted her clearly upset friend exiting the park. Wondering what had happened and wanting to offer support, she rushed over and greeted her.
"Kay! What's the matter? What happened?"
"Oh my god April! I'm a monster! My stupid clumsy ass kept squishing them!" She blubbered through wet tears.
"Is that all? You know how hard they are to see, remember when I sat on Tyson?" April replied, trying to console her.
"Yeah but like.. I crushed so many of them... And now they're mad at me... and they called me 'Tiny Hater!''
"That's just because they don't know the real you! You just need to keep coming to these protests and showing them how much you care..."
Kayleigh sniffed, her friend's rational thoughts calming her down. "You think so?"
"Of course! Hey, look at this. This'll cheer you up!" April said, reaching into her back pocket. She brought her closed fist up near Kayleigh and opened it, revealing a tiny man, blinking in the sudden bright light. "I saw this little guy and thought he was pretty hot, so I chatted him up and he's going to come home with me."
"H-hey! Miss you have to help-" The tiny man stammered before being cut off by April's fingers closing over him again.
"Heh.. He's just shy." April said, smirking as she slipped him back into the pocket on the back of her jean shorts. A faint outline of his tiny body could be seem, conforming to the curve of her backside and wiggling pathetically.
"Aww cute! I'm glad you at least got something good out of this." Kayleigh beamed, oblivious to the man's cry for help. "Hey can we head home? I think I've had enough activism for today."
"Sure thing. Want to stop for a slice of pizza on the way back?"
"Aren't you lactose intolerant?"
"Yeah? So what?"
Chatter filled the air of the dimly lit restaurant, each raised voice competing with it's neighbor to be heard. The Fat Tomato was a popular establishment, serving casual Italian pub food that tasted as good as it looked, and regularly drew a busy crowd. Tonight was something else though. Every seat in the house was occupied, and a line of hungry, impatient people stretched out the door and down the street. The staff was slightly overwhelmed by the flood of customers, and the fact that three of their regular wait staff called in sick wasn't helping things.
"Excuse me!" Harvey called, waving his arms to try and get the waitresses attention as she stormed past. She didn't even glance in his direction. "Jeez.. It's been like half an hour since she sat me here.. But I guess it is super busy.."
Pacing over to the edge of the table, Harvey tried to avoid making eye contact with the people standing at the front of the restaurant. He could practically feel their annoyed gazes and hear their irritated voices as they complained about him having a whole table to himself. "Why should a tiny get a whole table?" One grumbled. "Can't they like, seat him in the bathroom or something?" Another moaned. He tried not to let it get to him, but it was hard not to. He knew that he deserved this table just as much as anyone else. Despite his size, he was still a person.
Elsewhere in the restaurant, Sona was trying to keep herself from screaming as she darted back and forth between tables and the kitchen. She was currently handling the work of three people all by herself, and it was starting to show. Her hair was unkempt, her forehead coated in sweat, and her once neat bun now messy and frizzy. It seemed like every time she finished one table, another two new tables were calling her over. Suffice it to say, when her boss, Mario, appeared in front of her, nearly causing her to spill her tray of drinks, she was not happy to see him. He had been dumping work on her all night and from the look on his face she was about to get even more.
"Sona! I have two lovely ladies here who need to be seated immediately!" He ordered in his 'In front of the customers' voice.
Behind him stood two fashionably dressed women who looked to be in their early twenties. Sona recognized them almost immediately as two socialites that lived in the area and were constantly in the tabloids. Thanks to their rich father they had an endless cash flow, an entitled attitude, and had probably never worked a day in their lives. Danica, the younger of the pair, was currently tapping away on her phone. Her silk shirt looked to be more expensive than a month's worth of tips, and her pair of jeans looked like they'd been chewed on by a pack of rabid dogs, and were probably designed that way. Her perky breasts and perfectly sculpted rear most likely had enough money invested in them to pay for Sona's rent three times over. The older sister, Blythe, was almost a spitting image of her younger counterpart. The only way you could tell them apart at a glance was that her assets were considerably more... rotund. She was sporting a rather revealing red spaghetti strap top which barely contained her heaving chest, and wrapped tightly around her waist was a leather skirt that just reached her upper thigh and was stretched taut around her ass, conforming to each peak and valley of her glorious rear.
"Of course. Let me just see if we have a table open." Sona replied, putting all her effort into keeping herself from sounding sarcastic.
"We definitely have a table for you ladies, don't you worry! I'm not going to let the daughters of the richest man in the city go hungry!" Mario exclaimed, smiling his greasy smile at the two frowning women.
"Better hope so, or Daddy is going to have to come down here and re-evaluate the lease." Blythe threatened, her words dripping with a disdain.
"No need for that!" Mario stammered, wiping his brow and glaring back at Sona in a way that suggested she would be jobless if she didn't find a table pronto.
Scanning the sea of full tables, Sona miraculously spotted one without customers seated in it. "They must have just left" She thought to herself, before turning back to her boss and the two rich snobs. "There's a table over there, let me just go make sure it's ready for you."
Harvey walked back to where the waitress had set up his tiny seating. He was pretty sure it was just one of those plastic things they use to keep pizza from sticking to the top of the box, but it was better than sitting cross-legged and eating off the real tabletop. He busied himself watching one of the many televisions mounted to the ceiling, there was another Tiny Lives Matter protest going on downtown, although it looked like this one got disrupted by someone with anti-tiny sentiments. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the waitress heading towards him, so he started trying to flag her down again.
"Hey! Over here!" He shouted as she grew closer and closer, eventually stopping beside his table. "Finally! You guys must be pretty busy tonight-"
He was cut off as the waitress' hand, holding a damp rag, swept across the table. The smell of stale dish water hit him as he was knocked ass over teakettle, tumbling away from her swooping motions as she cleaned the table. His belongings were sent flying off in a different direction, just disappearing over the edge of the table as he did the same. Harvey let out a shout as he rolled off the edge, gravity taking hold and pulling him down towards the empty seat pushed under the table. He landed with a thump, bouncing off the plush seat cushion before coming to a rest in the center of the chair. Rubbing his head, he groaned and rolled over onto his back, thankful that the chair had at least broken his fall. Any further and he might've turned into a puddle and had to wait to reform.
"What the hell was that about?" He thought, looking to the right at the waitress' legs as she finished cleaning the table.
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Sona wiped down the table, glancing over her shoulder at her boss standing impatiently with the two women. She flashed them a fake smile, hurrying her honestly rather useless table prep. The table hadn't been that dirty, she just felt like making them wait for a few more seconds. As she finished she waved them over, Mario wishing them a delightful meal before heading back to the kitchen.
"Ugh.. Not even a booth?" Danica complained, her nose wrinkled as if she was offended to be even offered anything less.
"I'm very sorry ladies, but this is the only table available." Sona replied, her fake smile never leaving her face.
"Whatever. I'm starving so let's just eat. We just won't leave a tip." Blythe snapped, shoving past Sona and heading for her seat.
Sona's smile faltered, but she maintained her composure. "I'll be right back with your menus.. Please have a seat."
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"Hey!! Down here! You knocked me off the table!" Harvey cried out to the waitress standing obliviously with her back to him. It was futile to even try to compete with the din of voices in the restaurant, but he figured he'd at least try, even if there was no way she would hear him.
From his low viewpoint he watched as two more people approached, pausing in front of the waitress. One was wearing tattered and hole-ridden jeans, a style that he never quite understood but saw quite frequently on all the trendy women downtown. The other was all legs, her thighs disappearing into a black leather skirt. He listened as the one wearing jeans complained about the table, an unsettling feeling growing in his stomach. Did they think this was their table?
His suspicions turned into panic as the one wearing the skirt stepped towards him, her arm appearing above as her perfectly manicured fingers gripped the back of the chair. The ground beneath him shifted backwards suddenly, throwing him off balance and sending him sprawling forward. It took him a second to gather his senses and roll over, blinking as the lights of the restaurant shone down on him. A massive object swayed into view, blocking the light and casting him in shadow. The massive, leather covered object towered over him, two pillars of flesh protruding from below it. Harvey looked up, and up, scanning the mountain of woman as she side stepped in front of him, shuffling over until she was positioned above him. Her immense, leather clad rear ballooned in size as her knees bent, priming her ass for its descent towards her seat. He was in awe at just how large this woman's rear was, and found himself actually staring at her curves. Despite the imminent doom, he could feel his pants getting tighter. Then her ass began to fall. His brain took over for his loins again as it realized the danger he was in, but it was too late. This was going to hurt.
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"Here are your menus. Can I start you with something to drink?"
"Give us, like the most expensive wine you've got." Danica snapped, waving Sona off without taking her eyes off her phone.
"Of course... Be right back." The waitress replied, quickly getting herself out of there before she exploded in rage. She hadn't even taken a few steps when she heard the girls start badmouthing her.
"God what a bitch." Danica sneered.
"Right? Like just do your job without all the attitude. Not our fault you're an ugly cow." Blythe replied, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "These chairs are fucking trash. But I guess that suits this dump."
She emphasized her point by lifting her ass off the seat and smashing it down a couple times, trying to smooth out any bumps in the foam. A discerning eye might've spotted the vaguely man-shaped blob flattened to the cushion beneath her expansive behind, getting flatter and flatter with each successive crushing.
"Ugh, like, you're so right. We should just get Daddy to shut it down and turn it into like a Starbucks or something." Danica snickered.
"Oh my god. Amaaaazing idea Danny. I'll text him now." Blythe said, whipping out her phone and tapping away just as Sona returned.
"Your wine ladies." She said bluntly. "Chateau Montblanc, 1910." In truth she had just grabbed the first bottle she saw in the back room, but she knew that these two bimbos wouldn't know the difference. She still planned on charging them for the vintage wine though.
"Oooh sounds fancy. Just leave the bottle." Blythe cooed, shifting in her seat happily.
"Of course." Sona replied, smiling through her teeth. "Are you ready to order?"
"I'll have the three cheese ravioli. Make it gluten free." Blythe stated, shoving her menu into Sona's chest.
"Gluten free? It's pasta-"
"I have a gluten sensitivity." She stated matter-of-factly, her lips curling into a smug smirk.
Sona sighed, she was positive that the restaurant didn't have gluten free pasta, but she didn't care much anymore. "One gluten free ravioli. What about you?"
"I'll take the lasagna, but like instead of those weird flat noodles, can you like make them longer and like skinny?" Danica mused, twirling her hair around her finger.
"I think you mean spa- nevermind. Yes we can do that. I'll be back with your food later." Sona said, too fed up to deal with these idiots.
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Despite being tiny for most of his life, Harvey had been lucky enough to have avoided being sat on so far. He'd heard stories off it from other tinies, who described as not unlike being run over by a steam roller, but he had to admit that didn't do it justice. As the woman's ass descended towards him he remembered some advice he'd gotten from another tiny man. "Lay flat. You don't want to be accordioned, takes a lot longer to recover." So he just laid there, since there didn't look to be a way of avoiding the doom falling towards him.
For a brief moment he could see the detail of the leather, then it went black. A steamroller wasn't even comparable to the sensation he felt, a mountain was more accurate. His body was instantly pancaked, spreading out until he looked more like a stain on the chair than the person he had been mere moments before. Each of his limbs was splayed out, forced into a spread eagle position by the massive weight of the woman's ass. Her weight shifted, rocking left and right as she got comfortable and smearing Harvey's body across the seat. Then all was still, leaving him with nothing but the unbearable, inescapable weight.
He could hear her talking, well, it was more like he could feel the vibrations of her voice through her ass. He couldn't make out anything she was saying, just the general indication that she was conversing with somebody else. "I need to get out of here..." He thought, trying in vain to push back against the flesh holding him down, but his pathetic arms couldn't even lift off the seat. Suddenly light flooded in as he felt her weight leaving him. Maybe she had noticed? Was he that lucky? If only. Not a second later her butt came crashing back down, slamming into the seat with such force that he nearly blacked out from the strain his body was under. Again her ass rose, and again it came down, her cheeks shaking as they crashed into the seat, the legs of the chair creaking as they strained to hold up the voluptuous woman. Each time she bounced he felt himself becoming flatter, until he couldn't even tell where his body ended and the chair began.
After the third round of bouncing she seemed satisfied with the beating she had given him and the cushion, and her movements grew still again. Harvey listened to the vibrations through her thick glutes as she resumed her conversation, contemplating how this could get any worse...
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"One gluten-free ravioli, and a lasagna.." Sona sighed, settling the piping hot plates of food down on the table in front of their respective owners.
"Finally! Did you have to grow the tomatoes yourselves?" Blythe said, smirking at her sister, who giggled annoyingly in response.
"Apologies for the wait... I hope you enjoy.."
As Sona left the girls dug in, slicing and scarfing their way through their meals. Blythe happily gulped down the pockets of meat and cheese, unaware of the fact that her stomach was not going to be quite as content with digesting it. Danica was equally pleased, her spaghetti lasagna cooked to near perfection.
"Mhm.. This is like, actually kinda good." She said after slurping down a saucy noodle.
"Yeah. But I'm still getting Daddy to... Urgh." Blythe replied before being interrupted by her stomach, which let out an upset grumble.
"That didn't sound good." Danica said, a worried expression on her face.
Blythe let out a frustrated growl. "These fucking raviolis aren't gluten free! I'm going to kill that waitress..." Another groan made her double over and twist in her seat in pain. "Oh god.. Danica we need to go.."
Understanding what her sister meant, Danica started trying to flag down Sona, who was busy handling another table. When her frantic waving didn't work, she decided to try a more direct tactic.
"Alright guys I'll get that right out for-" Sona said, before a wet noodle slapped onto her forehead. "-you." Looking around, she spotted one of the snooty sisters waving at her, motioning for her to come over. She sighed, then picked the noodle off and headed over. As Sona approached the table of her least favorite customers she could tell that something wasn't right. Blythe was doubled over, clutching her stomach and making pained groans, and her sister had a very worried expression on her face.
"You bitch... gave me gluten.." Blythe moaned, her teeth gritted.
"Apologies ma'am, I'll have the kitchen send out another-"
"Forget it! Just send the che- urghh"
"Uh oh.. Better get away from her." Danica said, wincing as her sister laid her head on the table.
Just as Sona was about to question why, the pained princess let out a horrendous noise. The sound of a chainsaw being revved underwater cut through the din of the restaurant, immediately putting a stop to the chatter. Blythe blushed, her embarrassment overshadowed only by the relief she was currently feeling as her guts belched into the cushion of her chair. The patrons sitting behind her got the brunt of the emission, the pair turned green as the cloud of toxic fumes washed over them before they staggered to their feet and dashed towards the restrooms. The couple had been on their first date and Sona could tell that it wasn't going well, but at least they had something to talk about now.
People snapped pictures of the blushing blonde as she stood, fuming at the person she blamed for this whole mess. "You god damn whore! I said gluten-free!"
Sona couldn't help but smirk, "Apologies again. There must've been a mix-up in the kitchen."
Blythe let out a frustrated growl, her fists clenched in anger. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" She shouted as she stomped towards the door, her sister in hot pursuit.
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If there was a hell on Earth, Harvey was pretty sure it was located underneath the ass of this woman. The unyielding, crushing weight of her ass was maddening beyond imagination, yet there was nothing he could do but endure it and hope she would get up soon. Time passed frustratingly slowly in his pitch black pocket of the world, but the conversational vibrations seemed to have died down now, so he assumed the food had finally arrived. Another attempt to wiggle free ended in failure, however during his futile struggling he noticed a rather concerning development. Apparently the lengthy crushing, combined with his flattened, malleable form, was sticking him to the porous leather of her skirt. Whenever he tried to move his arms he felt them peeling away from the glossy material, not unlike how your legs stuck to leather car seats in hot weather. If he didn't get out of here soon he might just become an unwilling passenger on the booty express.
A sudden shift in weight smeared him backwards across the seat. Something was wrong. Gurgles and groans from above broke the muffled silence under the expansive cheeks. Something was very wrong. He didn't know what, but his gut was telling him that things were about to get a lot worse. Her ass rocked forwards and back for the next couple minutes, massaging him into her skirt as the gurgling grew more and more worrisome, until finally it paused on the forward motion, letting a little bit of light creep in to Harvey's prison. Peeling his head off the wall of flesh, he caught his first glimpse of freedom in over an hour. If only his limbs would come free, he might be able to-
A cacophony of horrid, wet, sputtering explosions gushed out from the depths of her ass, soaking the poor flattened man in a stench so thick he could almost see the swirling fumes rushing past his head. Harvey's body convulsed as the stomach churning jet of suffocating gas forced it's way into his body, worming it's way inside him until it nested in his lungs. The cloying stench of overripe cheese and rotten meat permeated his squashed form, overwhelming his senses until he wished he no longer had a nose. When the gale died down the stink clung to him, dripping off of his body in a way that suggested it wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.
As Harvey coughed and gagged in a desperate attempt to rid his body of the fecal miasma, he felt himself rising into the air. Or rather, the ass he was attached to was rising, he was just being brought along for the ride.
"You god damn whore! I said gluten-free!" The woman he was stuck to raged, her butt quivering as it strained to contain more gas.
Another hiss of steaming wind blew past him, burning his face as it made it flap in the wind like one of those inflatable tube men. Harvey screamed in despair as he felt her cheeks gyrate, the force of her angry stomps shaking her ass each time she took a step. She was leaving the restaurant! From his swaying vantage point he watched as people snapped pictures of his captor as she stormed out, the other woman she had arrived with following behind her. As they exited into the cool night air he was at least partially thankful for some reprieve from the stench.
"I can't believe that bitch gave we gluten! I'm going to make sure she never works in this town again!" Blythe said.
"We'll talk to Daddy when we get home! She won't survive what happens next!" Danica replied. "Hey Bly, you've uh.. Looks like you sat in something."
"Are you fucking kidding me?! How could this night get any worse?" She said, half sobbing as she stomped petulantly. "Just call our ride.. I need a massage."
Harvey had hoped that being noticed meant the end of this horrible night, but when all he received in the way of help was a disgusted look from the blonde standing behind him, he knew he wasn't out of the woods yet.
"What did I do to deserve this Danny?" Blythe whined, leaning against a lamp post and squishing her butt into the cold metal. "Now those assholes are going to post me farting all over twitter!"
"Don't worry I'll get our publicist to like, do something about it." Danica replied after hanging up on their driver. "Marco will be here in a minute."
"Thank god, I can't wait to-" Blythe started, pausing to push out another rancid butt-bomb that rattled against the lamp post. "Urgh.. Go home."
Harvey listened to the two woman whine and bicker about their situation, the irony not lost on him as he was compressed between cold metal and soft, unyielding flesh. He had just wanted to have a nice meal, but he supposed that wasn't something that someone of his stature could enjoy anymore. Less than an hour ago he was about to eat some delicious pasta, and now he was stuck to a rich girl's rear smelling what remained of hers. As if on cue, another barrage of fetid farts rattled him against the pole, spewing tart gas into his face and hammering home just how awful his current predicament was.
"Gross. Don't you have your pills?" Danica said, taking a step back and fanning the air in front of her nose.
"No I don't have my pills Mom." Blythe shot back as a jet black limousine pulled up. She pushed off the pole and flung the door open, then crawled inside and plopped down onto the plush leather seat.
"Not looking forward to this trip..." Danica mumbled under her breath, before getting in and sitting on the opposite side of the compartment.
If Harvey could hear her, he probably would have agreed, but once again he was sandwiched between leather, compressed beyond all recognition as his oblivious captor pumped greasy expulsions into him out of her burning asshole. He could only hope that the ride wasn't too long...