Sadie's Shift
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
Flipping yourself slowly onto your back and groaning at the aching in your limbs after the pounding you had just received, your jaw dropped open in horror as a big, round booty filling up the sky swung into view above you. Too startled to even properly react, your throat let out a pathetic whimpering cry as the massive, dress-clad ass descended onto the bench, and pulverized you flat.
Settling down into the bench, Sadie brushed some of her hair out of her face. Beginning to sweat quite a bit, the curly-haired blonde had decided that now was a good time to take her break. Exhausting herself after the big group square dance, Sadie needed a hot minute to rest her legs and take a breather. She was so tired that she didn’t even hear the small “squish” beneath her generous rump, nor feel the one-inch tall tiny be crushed to nothing beneath her.
Due to her fairly tight dress, Sadie’s butt pressed against the fabric in an exceptionally eye-catching way. However, this also meant that you were given no leeway, and your tiny body was squashed paper-thin under her derriere, all of Sadie’s weight pressing you flat and squeezing the air out of your lungs. The pain was unexpectedly unbearable, due mostly to the uncompromising wooden bench you were trapped against, but oblivious Sadie was clearly not going to give you any breaks.
Carrying her own drink with her, the blissfully unaware waitress sipped on her glass and observed the restaurant. She still gave a friendly wave to every guest who passed by, flashing her heart-warming smile to anyone who met her gaze. Every so often, she adjusted her position on the bench to get more comfortable, unaware that each time she shifted her butt, her thick ass would grind you against the wooden bench, adhering your body even more to her curvy booty.
To make matters worse, the hard bench wasn’t doing any favors for the sweat beginning to pool around Sadie’s body, particularly in her lower regions. Her dress was soon damp with sweat, and the slightly smelly and incredibly sticky substance began to coat your body in a sheen of sweat. Though you tried in vain to fight it, you found the squishy nature of your own body eagerly gluing itself to Sadie’s butt, like a little sticker on the back of her dress.
Sure enough, after twenty minutes of relaxing, Sadie stood back up to get to work, and you went with her, firmly plastered to the back of her dress. Totally unaware of your presence, Sadie strolled happily back into the kitchen, her cute butt swaying back and forth as she walked. A slight jiggle in her flesh with each step, your body was bounced disorientingly up and down as the oblivious waitress walked. You couldn’t even see a thing, face firmly slammed into her plush backside.
Sadie’s plump cheeks drew the eyes of all she skipped by, whether they appreciated the view or were jealous of the excitable blonde’s blessed curves. Sadly, not a single sole seemed to notice your presence on her ass, tiny body crushed into a less than one-inch blob on her butt, like an odd discoloration. Worst of all was Chelsea, who was still searching the restaurant in a panic for you but didn’t so much as glance in Sadie’s direction even once.
As she was no longer crushing you beneath her, you began to focus on reforming as soon as possible, intending to pop free from Sadie’s dress and tumble down to the floor. Unfortunately, fate continued to screw with you, and Sadie’s boss assigned her to the receptionist desk out front. Heeding her duty with a blissful smile and boundless enthusiasm, Sadie ran to the front of the restaurant and slammed herself down into the seat, squashing you once more.
Once again buried under the full weight of the energetic giantess, you could only mentally whimper, your attempt to reform and escape all but ruined. In fact, there was not a thing you could do but suffer in the increasingly hot and sweaty prison Sadie was trapping you in, pressed between the hard seat and her gigantic ass. With each passing second, you felt your skin begin to stick itself more and more to the fabric of her dress.
Hours passed by, and Chelsea was still scouring every inch of the restaurant for you, aided by a few other waitresses and helpful patrons. Saddened by her inability to help, Sadie could only sit patiently at the front desk and greet new guests. The seat was beginning to feel uncomfortable to her, and she couldn’t help but notice the growing swamp of sweat around her ass, much to her embarrassment.
Finally, her shift was ending, so Sadie stood up and walked into the employee-only room to grab her personal belongings. Swinging her purse over her shoulder, Sadie casually strolled to the front door of the restaurant, deciding to simply change back into more normal clothes at home.
By this point, your body had almost fully engrained itself into the fabric of the dress. After nearly five hours of heat, sweat, and pressure exerted onto your squishy body, your extremely flattened form had just about bonded with her dress. You were now, unless someone miraculously spotted your tan, blobby form on the back of Sadie’s dress soon, potentially a permanent addition to her outfit.
Just as she was about to grab the door handle, Chelsea stepped over to her. Your good friend’s hair was a mess, her hands were covered in dirt and dust, and it was clear her eyes had been a bit teary. Sadie felt her heart break upon taking in Chelsea’s pitiful appearance.
“Ya…ain’t able to find ‘em, huh?” Sadie inquired, already knowing the answer.
Chelsea sighed, fighting to manage a smile. “No. He’s been missing before, but…this time feels like my fault. This was all supposed to be a fun day out, and…”
Sadie embraced Chelsea in a large, comforting hug, and allowed the distraught giantess to bury her head in Sadie’s chest. “There, there, darlin’. If yer lil boyfriend is as tough as he looks…I reckon ya might see ‘em soon!”
Chelsea pulled her head back, blushed, and gave Sadie a small smile. “Thank you. That really means a lot.”
Sadie grinned, her angelic face shining. “Sure thang gal! See ya ‘round!” She said, before turning on her heel and pushing through the exit door. For one brief moment, Chelsea’s gaze happened to linger on Sadie’s prodigious butt for a few seconds. Chelsea watched Sadie’s ass as the blonde waitress left the restaurant, the door swinging shut behind her.
Breathing in the cool air of the evening, Sadie headed over to her car, eager to get back to her apartment, shower, and run her admittedly quite sweaty and dirty dress through the wash cycle. You continued your efforts to reform, even as Sadie walked along, her thick glutes rubbing against your body through her dress. You knew it was useless, but you still had to try something to get out of this horribly humiliating situation before it became even worse.
What happens next?
Settling down into the bench, Sadie brushed some of her hair out of her face. Beginning to sweat quite a bit, the curly-haired blonde had decided that now was a good time to take her break. Exhausting herself after the big group square dance, Sadie needed a hot minute to rest her legs and take a breather. She was so tired that she didn’t even hear the small “squish” beneath her generous rump, nor feel the one-inch tall tiny be crushed to nothing beneath her.
Due to her fairly tight dress, Sadie’s butt pressed against the fabric in an exceptionally eye-catching way. However, this also meant that you were given no leeway, and your tiny body was squashed paper-thin under her derriere, all of Sadie’s weight pressing you flat and squeezing the air out of your lungs. The pain was unexpectedly unbearable, due mostly to the uncompromising wooden bench you were trapped against, but oblivious Sadie was clearly not going to give you any breaks.
Carrying her own drink with her, the blissfully unaware waitress sipped on her glass and observed the restaurant. She still gave a friendly wave to every guest who passed by, flashing her heart-warming smile to anyone who met her gaze. Every so often, she adjusted her position on the bench to get more comfortable, unaware that each time she shifted her butt, her thick ass would grind you against the wooden bench, adhering your body even more to her curvy booty.
To make matters worse, the hard bench wasn’t doing any favors for the sweat beginning to pool around Sadie’s body, particularly in her lower regions. Her dress was soon damp with sweat, and the slightly smelly and incredibly sticky substance began to coat your body in a sheen of sweat. Though you tried in vain to fight it, you found the squishy nature of your own body eagerly gluing itself to Sadie’s butt, like a little sticker on the back of her dress.
Sure enough, after twenty minutes of relaxing, Sadie stood back up to get to work, and you went with her, firmly plastered to the back of her dress. Totally unaware of your presence, Sadie strolled happily back into the kitchen, her cute butt swaying back and forth as she walked. A slight jiggle in her flesh with each step, your body was bounced disorientingly up and down as the oblivious waitress walked. You couldn’t even see a thing, face firmly slammed into her plush backside.
Sadie’s plump cheeks drew the eyes of all she skipped by, whether they appreciated the view or were jealous of the excitable blonde’s blessed curves. Sadly, not a single sole seemed to notice your presence on her ass, tiny body crushed into a less than one-inch blob on her butt, like an odd discoloration. Worst of all was Chelsea, who was still searching the restaurant in a panic for you but didn’t so much as glance in Sadie’s direction even once.
As she was no longer crushing you beneath her, you began to focus on reforming as soon as possible, intending to pop free from Sadie’s dress and tumble down to the floor. Unfortunately, fate continued to screw with you, and Sadie’s boss assigned her to the receptionist desk out front. Heeding her duty with a blissful smile and boundless enthusiasm, Sadie ran to the front of the restaurant and slammed herself down into the seat, squashing you once more.
Once again buried under the full weight of the energetic giantess, you could only mentally whimper, your attempt to reform and escape all but ruined. In fact, there was not a thing you could do but suffer in the increasingly hot and sweaty prison Sadie was trapping you in, pressed between the hard seat and her gigantic ass. With each passing second, you felt your skin begin to stick itself more and more to the fabric of her dress.
Hours passed by, and Chelsea was still scouring every inch of the restaurant for you, aided by a few other waitresses and helpful patrons. Saddened by her inability to help, Sadie could only sit patiently at the front desk and greet new guests. The seat was beginning to feel uncomfortable to her, and she couldn’t help but notice the growing swamp of sweat around her ass, much to her embarrassment.
Finally, her shift was ending, so Sadie stood up and walked into the employee-only room to grab her personal belongings. Swinging her purse over her shoulder, Sadie casually strolled to the front door of the restaurant, deciding to simply change back into more normal clothes at home.
By this point, your body had almost fully engrained itself into the fabric of the dress. After nearly five hours of heat, sweat, and pressure exerted onto your squishy body, your extremely flattened form had just about bonded with her dress. You were now, unless someone miraculously spotted your tan, blobby form on the back of Sadie’s dress soon, potentially a permanent addition to her outfit.
Just as she was about to grab the door handle, Chelsea stepped over to her. Your good friend’s hair was a mess, her hands were covered in dirt and dust, and it was clear her eyes had been a bit teary. Sadie felt her heart break upon taking in Chelsea’s pitiful appearance.
“Ya…ain’t able to find ‘em, huh?” Sadie inquired, already knowing the answer.
Chelsea sighed, fighting to manage a smile. “No. He’s been missing before, but…this time feels like my fault. This was all supposed to be a fun day out, and…”
Sadie embraced Chelsea in a large, comforting hug, and allowed the distraught giantess to bury her head in Sadie’s chest. “There, there, darlin’. If yer lil boyfriend is as tough as he looks…I reckon ya might see ‘em soon!”
Chelsea pulled her head back, blushed, and gave Sadie a small smile. “Thank you. That really means a lot.”
Sadie grinned, her angelic face shining. “Sure thang gal! See ya ‘round!” She said, before turning on her heel and pushing through the exit door. For one brief moment, Chelsea’s gaze happened to linger on Sadie’s prodigious butt for a few seconds. Chelsea watched Sadie’s ass as the blonde waitress left the restaurant, the door swinging shut behind her.
Breathing in the cool air of the evening, Sadie headed over to her car, eager to get back to her apartment, shower, and run her admittedly quite sweaty and dirty dress through the wash cycle. You continued your efforts to reform, even as Sadie walked along, her thick glutes rubbing against your body through her dress. You knew it was useless, but you still had to try something to get out of this horribly humiliating situation before it became even worse.
What happens next?
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