Fulda cracked her signature smirk, and my concerns washed away. She had never been that great at acting mad at me when she wasn’t, it simply didn’t seem to be her thing. “I couldn’t help but notice that my butt went tragically unhumped last night,” she began, trying to keep a stern tone. “Can you tell me why that is? Have you fallen out of love with my ass, tiny?” Her vain attempts to sound serious only made her questions that much funnier.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it,” I replied, “if anything, it’s the opposite. But we get so little time together these days I just wanted to spend some quality time with it for once. Maybe if I got to hang out with it more we could get right to business instead of having to spend time catching up like that.”
Fulda’s eyes lit up. “I didn’t know you thought you were drifting from my derriere!” she exclaimed loudly enough to make each of my teeth chatter. “If you want to reacquaint yourself with my ass I can give you the day, would you like that?” I nodded vigorously. She raised up until she was kneeling on the bed, then began to slide her legs off the mattress.
“Okay, it’s very important that you don’t move,” Fulda warned, wagging a finger at me. “You might end up getting more of my butt than you bargained for if you do.” Slowly she turned around so that her perfect, heart-shaped butt was towering over me, her flawless, black lace panties pushed a little further into the crack than they should be.
She placed her hands on her covers, pressing down into the giving mattress, and began lowering herself onto the bed. Fulda’s ass descended toward me at a painfully slow rate that couldn’t have been more than a few inches a second. While her magnificent butt lowered it eclipsed more and more of my view until there was nothing I could see but her ridiculously huge rear bearing closer. Her panties strained to contain the bulging butt inside them, and every stitch of lace was formed to the contour of the mass it struggled to contain.
When her ass was mere seconds from smushing me beneath it Fulda suddenly stopped and let it hang there. I tried to take in the entirety of the perfect posterior hovering above me, and from the contemplation found myself feeling terribly small at only a fraction of the size of her rump. Unaware of the process of realization going through my head, Fulda began playfully wagging her butt back and forth. Each of its subtle movements made the stitching of her panties creak as though it was going to break, but stopped short of being torn asunder. Several times she tapped me gently by swiping my body with a buttock, but without setting down her bottom continued on its merry way.
Eventually Fulda had her fill of this and centered me beneath her crack again. She raised her rear a little, but before I could wave goodbye she brought it crashing down onto me. Fulda’s butt landed on the bed with the force of a meteorite, pressing down atop me hard enough that I felt my body compressed between it and the mattress following the rush of air displaced by her derriere. Fortunately her tail was so well-toned that it didn’t expand too much, and I found myself perfectly between her cheeks. If I had been even a quarter of an inch in either direction there is no doubt I would have been smashed the instant her great weight set down on the bed.
Not satisfied merely trapping me with its totality, Fulda began grinding her butt back and forth and pressing it even harder into the mattress. As her weight increased I felt my bones begin to strain. I rolled along with her movements, finding myself shoved left and right while an enormous weight shifted above me. I tried to breathe, but Fulda’s behemoth butt wouldn’t let my lungs expand, not that there was any air down here to begin with. Panic whispered in the back of my mind, and I faced the real possibility of being smothered by Fulda’s seat.
Finally the crushing weight relented when Fulda eased off me a little bit. Breathing was still a struggle, but there was just enough room under her rear for me to get some air. Before I could get comfortable Fulda’s buttocks flexed again, and I yelped when the weight pressed down again. Fulda had crossed her legs, stretching her panties tighter as her buttocks spread a little more, forcing some more weight on me as she leaned back. I gritted my teeth, resolute to not be smashed under my girlfriend’s ass, and bore the unimaginable force trying to mush me into paste.
As though she had practiced this Fulda uncrossed her legs, letting the strain of her rear smushing me decrease until it no longer felt like I was going to be crushed by it. Fulda was never one to let me relax though, and the second she returned to equilibrium her butt cheeks rushed inward. With tremendous force they clenched around me, her ass easily exerting enough pressure to grab me. When she had me secured Fulda stood, keeping me clasped by her ass the whole time she was standing.
One cheek clenched, driving me into the other, and a moment later the familiar quake from a footfall resonated throughout her rear and shook my bones. The pressure quickly reversed and I was pushed against the other cheek. Each step she took ran through this again, bouncing me between her buttocks while they kept me sealed in their stone-tight grip. My fortitude wore thin, and the longer she walked the softer I felt myself getting. In a few more steps I would be unable to hold myself together further, and through the mere act of walking she would crush me with her ass.
That was the instant Fulda stopped, making me consider that she had calculated just how much of her ass I could take. She unclenched her cheeks, and to my surprise I remained stuck to her butt. “Look behind you, little dude!” Fulda ordered, sending the pleasing waves of her voice through me. Carefully I turned my head and peeked over my shoulder, expending to see her hand there waiting for me. Instead I saw Fulda in a full-length mirror, butt protruding while she arched her back.
It took a bit of searching but I finally picked myself out amid the mess of lace and sheer mass of her glutes. Some time had passed since I last saw myself with her, and I had forgotten how pathetic she made me look. If I didn’t know where I was it would have taken me several minutes and a few hints to find myself nestled against her butt.
“Just look at you down there!” she continued. “You look so puny on it! Guess doing all those squats paid off, huh? I feel like if I squeezed them together juuuust a little bit you’d be smashed by them!” Fulda winked and gave a quick pump of her buttocks, making me wince under the pressure. “Wait, hold on. Are you actually stuck to my ass right now?”
“Okay Fulda, I think I’ve had enough,” I called up, hoping my voice could escape the deep valley of her rump. “Your ass and I are very well acquainted again, I’m ready to give it the love it deserves tonight!”
“Nonsense, you two are inseparable!” Fulda replied. “Just give me a sec and I’ll get you unstuck so that I can get changed.” Two slaps rang out from the other side of Fulda, and her butt pressed out a little further. She began to shake it from side to side, making me wobble between her butt cheeks. Unexpectedly, she shifted it so that her ass was rhythmically rising and falling, slow at first, but gradually getting stronger. Fulda’s violent twerking easily got me unstuck, but before I could be flung away I grabbed onto some lace. I held on for dear life, but the force of Fulda’s ass only grew more powerful as she got lower to the floor. At its fever pitch she thrust downward, and I was no longer able to hold on. I was thrown from my hold on Fulda’s ass and plummeted to the floor, where I landed hard between her feet and rolled, narrowly avoiding shattered knees.
Fulda stood while I laid there writhing in pain. I couldn’t decide what hurt more: the fall, the constant near-crushing by her ass, or my lungs burning for air. Ultimately, I decided the thing that hurt the most was my pride, and let out a little whimper.
“Okay, you stay right there, I’ll be back soon,” Fulda said, sliding her fingers into the waistband of her panties. “You might be done, but my butt still isn’t satisfied.” She pressed her hands down, freeing her panties from her waist. They quickly slid down her legs and hit the floor, trapping me beneath their crotch. Her panties shook while she stepped out of them, and when they settled again I realized there was a damp spot about my size on them. Fulda was getting off on this! That confirmed it: my pride was the most wounded thing here.
The thuds and quakes of Fulda’s footfalls ran through the floor for several minutes, but I simply could not muster the wherewithal to climb out from under her panties. Not only were they heavy enough that it would require serious effort, I had no illusions about getting to safety before she caught me. So far I had only gotten acquainted with the outside of her ass, and I preferred to keep it that way.
A pair of crashes nearby shook my world, and a second later the black ceiling over me was torn away. My eyes quickly adjusted to Fulda’s beaming face over me, grinning from ear to ear and her eyes positively lit up. “Hey, glad to see you stay put!” Her breath hit me like a hot wall of wind, whipping my clothes and wind back. I quickly looked her over and saw that she was wearing her low-top Converse, black spandex shorts, and a tiny white tank top. This would probably not be fun for me.
“I don’t think you’ve really seen my ass at work, have you?” she asked, the question entirely rhetorical. “I mean, you’ve seen it getting work done, but…” Fulda trailed off to chuckle at her own joke, then continued. “Look, it’s a lot of work getting a butt this fine, and I want you to fully appreciate it. Since you want a deep, personal relationship with my rear, you need to see how it got to be as great as it is today. It’s only fair.”
Before I could even say no her fingers clasped around my sides and pulled me out of the carpet. Fulda quickly stood and held me around her waist, then moved me around to the back. With her other hand she pried the spandex away from her body, opening a narrow chute into her shorts. She held me above the opening and released her fingers, plunging me into the chute.
I fell a short distance until the spandex caught me, tight enough against her butt to nearly form a seal. When I came to a stop she let go of the waistband, snapping it tight against her skin. The skin-tight material quickly sealed around me, constricting my movements to anything but the most forceful. My body had stopped halfway down, and the implacable force of her spandex formed me along the curvature of her buttock. In front of me the delicate smoothness and heat was a stark contrast to the rough, cold fabric sealing me in. This softness did nothing to reassure me though since I realized it was Fulda’s bare skin, and that I was in a much more perilous situation now than before.
Fulda’s piercing laugh through the tight-fitting cloth to my ears. “That’s so funny!” she exclaimed, the vibrations from her voice making me feel slightly at ease. “I can see your outline on my butt! You’re really sealed in tight there, aren’t you?” Another rhetorical question – I was sealed in so tightly there’s no way I could have responded, even if I had anything meaningful to add.
Each step Fulda took sent another shock up through my environment, rocking my world and vibrating everything inside me. To my surprise, the buttock I was pressed against hardly jiggled at all. I surmised that either the muscle was too solid and taut, or I was smushed so far into it that I was incapable of noticing any jiggling of the world around me. If it weren’t for the near-smothering spandex constricting me, the trip could have been almost pleasant.
I heard a door slam, followed by the distinctive sounds of Fulda’s shoes on concrete. Her intense body heat made it difficult to tell, but I didn’t think we were outside. Come to think of it, I had been carried all around the house by this point, and this route didn’t ring any bells. If we weren’t outside, and this wasn’t any room I had been to before, I could only guess at what “affections” Fulda was about to shower me with.
“Nothing gets rid of a hangover better than a good workout,” Fulda suddenly declared to her captive audience. “I would’ve brought you into my home gym before, but you’re so puny! Even at your previous size all you would’ve been able to do is watch me lift weights while playing on your phone or something, didn’t seem like something you’d be interested in.” I really would have loved to watch that, but she never asked, and I could hardly tell her now with her ass in my face.
Fulda’s buttock tensed while she squatted, pressing me out of the soft flesh and against the ungiving spandex. The elastic material gave a little for me then pushed back, wracking my body against her firm buttock. I cried out from the shock, but just as quickly as it came it was gone. Before I could even settle back into her snug buttock though she squatted again, making me strain against the spandex all over again. This time I gritted my teeth, trying to take the pain without giving her the satisfaction of a yelp.
“There we go, 360 pounds, plus the bar,” Fulda announced. I shook slightly while she walked a few feet, then everything was deathly still. “I’m really glad you’re so into my ass, I do put a lot of work into it.” There was a light rustling, and the sound of something banging against metal. “It’s just that sometimes I think you like it more than you like me, you know?” A light ringing metal sound emanated from above. “I mean, I’m more than just this perfect butt and these thighs.”
Fulda’s ass suddenly plunged downward, thrusting me out from my soft cocoon to be pressed against the already strained spandex. I cried out, from the surprise as much as the pain, since the journey happened so quickly. While she lingered I felt the spandex tightening around me, pulling itself closer to her butt while it pushed farther out than normal. From the strain it felt curving around my body I felt as though soon it would seal tight enough that it would remove me from the equation entirely. Then she stood, relieving the pressure I felt while I got pressed back into her butt cheek.
“You really should be careful what you wish for,” she said during the brief reprieve. Then she squatted again, bringing her butt even lower than it had gone previously. I screamed, the strain from her spandex bending me harshly against the curve of her butt. Between screams I gasped for air, but none was forthcoming – her shorts had constricted against me so tightly I could not draw breath. It was too much to even struggle, since my arms were pinned between her rock-hard glutes and unforgiving shorts. Her spandex creaked around me and I felt my bones weaken, then the pressure disappeared again when she stood.
“Fulda, please!” I called between gasps. “This is insane! This is torture! If you go down again…”
“Now I’m just giving you what you want,” Fulda stated. I wasn’t sure if she was actually responding to me, or if this was just part of her monologue. “You’ll get to be with my ass for the rest of your life.” Her rear dropped again, the solid muscle forcing me out of the soft shell into the exposed area covered by her spandex shorts. They formed around me once more, and I felt my bones creak under the strain. The constricting forces made me cringe, and her butt surged out further while her shorts constricted even more. Pain shot through me, and I was able to scream for a millisecond. Then her spandex pulled tight, reducing me to a red stain against Fulda’s buttock. A quiet snap reverberated from where Fulda’s ass smashed me through the sheer force of its being, then the puddle that remained of me stayed firmly sealed against her.
Fulda felt her boyfriend squelch against her bare ass and grinned. Originally she was just going to sit down and crush him, but this ended up being much more satisfying. She had just killed someone with her ass and nothing else! Buoyed by this feeling she finished out the rest of her set, then decided to call the workout early. Visions of shrunken bodies giving way beneath her rear weighed heavily in her mind, and she was eager to bring more people to heel beneath her titanic ass. After showering her boyfriend down the drain she went to her phone and scrolled through for the next person who seemed overly attached to her ass.