Billy was laid out in the base of what was to him a large hammock. It was pitch black and swayed side to side and rose up and down in not quite a rhythmic motion but it was subtle. Billy reached out and exhausted arm and it pushed up against something warm and firm. Whatever it was, it was moving, or more accurately something was moving within it, flexing. Exhausted from his ordeal earlier in the morning Billy wasn't thinking rationally.
After being deposited deep in-between the butt cheeks of his maternal figure Billy had been mashed, suffocated, and pressed by Patricia's various movements over the course of the morning. The worst had been when she had been seated and the flesh of her cheeks compressed against one another and nearly smothered him to death. There had been zero light the whole time since Billy was encased in ass, behind lick cotton granny panties and a sleek gray business skirt. Now Billy was cradled, for the most part free, and being rocked, back and forth and up and down and back and forth and so on...
Patricia exited the Elevator on her floor and went to her office, which she shared with another admin clerk, Marcy. The two women had their desks facing one another with nooks in the corner for computer monitors. The rest of the office was full of cabinets and other necessary office related furniture. Patricia pulled her desk chair out and unceremoniously sat down.
Billy was just laying down when at the same time the surface beneath him became solid and the ceiling COLLAPSED ON HIM! Billy was pinned down. His legs were trapped as well as most of his lower abdomen. His chest and arms were free but he felt hot, moist skin pressing down on him enough to keep him from going anywhere but not crush him out right. He gasped in short, shallow breaths. Billy used what little room he had to squirm and hit against the mass above him...but these movements were weak and even Billy knew they wouldn't do much.
"Patricia?"
Patricia had just sat down and turned on her computer to review email when Marcy came into the office and dropped off her jacket and bag and made to leave again.
"HM?" Patricia responded looking up.
"The meeting with corporate. You're still going right," Marcy asked? Marcy was a few years older than Patricia. She was short, around 5' 2'' in heels. She was curvy, with wide thighs and hips, and a large bosom. Her hair was a dirty blond and often kept short, so it bobbed around her ears. She also wore thin wire frame glasses that made her look like a stereotyped librarian.
"Oh, the meeting," Patricia stood up immediately and grabbed her pen and notepad to follow Marcy!
Billy had remembered what had happened to him and figured he was somehow being sat on by his mom, however where he was on her hadn't net dawned on him. He kept hitting against her when suddenly she heard him...or at least felt him and the pressure on him lifted off and there was sudden torque as Billy felt the ceiling lift off and the canopy below him flex as it too was brought up. Everything shot up so fast that when it stopped some items kept going. Billy actually bounced off whatever it was above him and fell back against the panty hammock. The swaying resumed but this time at a more frantic pace and Billy was jostled around, the cloth floor acting more like a trampoline then a hammock now. Multiple times Billy was tossed up to lightly tap against the warm flesh above that he still could not see.
Patrcia and Marcy entered a large conference room where other works were already present. Finding seats towards the lower end of the table, Particia sat next to Marcy and Joe, a junior employee at the bank.
Billy was bounced around and thoroughly disoriented. What was going on? Billy was in mid bounce when everything stopped and then collapsed in on itself again. Only, thank goodness, this time Billy wasn't beneath his mother...at least not fully.
Above Patrcia greeted her immediate Supervisor, Lilith Pendergrass, a severe looking woman, who was all sharp angles, and sat across the table. Lilith had high cheek bones and a long, almost birdlike neck. Which only made her sharp nose look like a beak of a hawk. Her hair was blond and pulled back into a bun that looked so tight you'd think it would pull her scalp off her skull. Despite this look Lilith was actually a very good manager and Patricia liked her.
Patrcia looked to her side at Joe who gave her a confident smile. The man was in is mid to late 30s, a former military man although Paty didn't know which branch. He was younger than her by a decade but she was acutely aware to the flush to her skin that she hopped no one noticed. It never hurt just to look, right.
Meanwhile Billy was in a tight spot. He was stuck in a semi vertical position and now the cloth granny panties were tightly pressing him up against the hot wall of flesh. Billy was stuck in the dark and could do nothing but worm his way bit by bit pressed up against the hot skin and forcing the cloth fabric to give as much as it would, so he had room to move. It had worked before, so Billy started wailing against the warm wall with all his might; pounding his fist against it over and over again. Using his legs Billy tried digging his knees into the living wall. Billy got a reaction....
After being deposited deep in-between the butt cheeks of his maternal figure Billy had been mashed, suffocated, and pressed by Patricia's various movements over the course of the morning. The worst had been when she had been seated and the flesh of her cheeks compressed against one another and nearly smothered him to death. There had been zero light the whole time since Billy was encased in ass, behind lick cotton granny panties and a sleek gray business skirt. Now Billy was cradled, for the most part free, and being rocked, back and forth and up and down and back and forth and so on...
Patricia exited the Elevator on her floor and went to her office, which she shared with another admin clerk, Marcy. The two women had their desks facing one another with nooks in the corner for computer monitors. The rest of the office was full of cabinets and other necessary office related furniture. Patricia pulled her desk chair out and unceremoniously sat down.
Billy was just laying down when at the same time the surface beneath him became solid and the ceiling COLLAPSED ON HIM! Billy was pinned down. His legs were trapped as well as most of his lower abdomen. His chest and arms were free but he felt hot, moist skin pressing down on him enough to keep him from going anywhere but not crush him out right. He gasped in short, shallow breaths. Billy used what little room he had to squirm and hit against the mass above him...but these movements were weak and even Billy knew they wouldn't do much.
"Patricia?"
Patricia had just sat down and turned on her computer to review email when Marcy came into the office and dropped off her jacket and bag and made to leave again.
"HM?" Patricia responded looking up.
"The meeting with corporate. You're still going right," Marcy asked? Marcy was a few years older than Patricia. She was short, around 5' 2'' in heels. She was curvy, with wide thighs and hips, and a large bosom. Her hair was a dirty blond and often kept short, so it bobbed around her ears. She also wore thin wire frame glasses that made her look like a stereotyped librarian.
"Oh, the meeting," Patricia stood up immediately and grabbed her pen and notepad to follow Marcy!
Billy had remembered what had happened to him and figured he was somehow being sat on by his mom, however where he was on her hadn't net dawned on him. He kept hitting against her when suddenly she heard him...or at least felt him and the pressure on him lifted off and there was sudden torque as Billy felt the ceiling lift off and the canopy below him flex as it too was brought up. Everything shot up so fast that when it stopped some items kept going. Billy actually bounced off whatever it was above him and fell back against the panty hammock. The swaying resumed but this time at a more frantic pace and Billy was jostled around, the cloth floor acting more like a trampoline then a hammock now. Multiple times Billy was tossed up to lightly tap against the warm flesh above that he still could not see.
Patrcia and Marcy entered a large conference room where other works were already present. Finding seats towards the lower end of the table, Particia sat next to Marcy and Joe, a junior employee at the bank.
Billy was bounced around and thoroughly disoriented. What was going on? Billy was in mid bounce when everything stopped and then collapsed in on itself again. Only, thank goodness, this time Billy wasn't beneath his mother...at least not fully.
Above Patrcia greeted her immediate Supervisor, Lilith Pendergrass, a severe looking woman, who was all sharp angles, and sat across the table. Lilith had high cheek bones and a long, almost birdlike neck. Which only made her sharp nose look like a beak of a hawk. Her hair was blond and pulled back into a bun that looked so tight you'd think it would pull her scalp off her skull. Despite this look Lilith was actually a very good manager and Patricia liked her.
Patrcia looked to her side at Joe who gave her a confident smile. The man was in is mid to late 30s, a former military man although Paty didn't know which branch. He was younger than her by a decade but she was acutely aware to the flush to her skin that she hopped no one noticed. It never hurt just to look, right.
Meanwhile Billy was in a tight spot. He was stuck in a semi vertical position and now the cloth granny panties were tightly pressing him up against the hot wall of flesh. Billy was stuck in the dark and could do nothing but worm his way bit by bit pressed up against the hot skin and forcing the cloth fabric to give as much as it would, so he had room to move. It had worked before, so Billy started wailing against the warm wall with all his might; pounding his fist against it over and over again. Using his legs Billy tried digging his knees into the living wall. Billy got a reaction....
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June 10, 2023
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