"Working" As a Cushion
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
rpcity
You continued to try to apologize to your future mother in law, but Kimberly just rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, that voice. It's so high pitched and whiny. I don't know how Cassie can stand it!" she exclaims. "I liked him much better when he couldn't talk..." she trails off for a moment before smiling.
"Actually Irina, would you mind?" she asks her friend with a grin. Irina simply smiles back and responds with a knowing look before dropping you back to the couch and plopping her round ass back onto your body, smashing you once again.
"Ahhh," Kimberly smiles, "That's much better. Wouldn't you say?"
Irina sips her wine. "I think you're right Kimberly. And I must say, this couch has never been more comfortable!" she chuckles as she grinds her massive rear over your body, smearing you into the sofa.
You groan internally at the antics of the two friends who seem content to simply leave you smashed and flattened. But there's no way this lasts for a full week.....right? At least, you hope not. You're unable to make a single sound in vocal protest, but internally you're screaming.
High above your flattened state, the two friends uncaringly - but not unknowingly - make small talk as they enjoy their wine together. Despite her relaxed nature, Irina seems to be a bundle of energy, constantly twisting, bouncing, and squirming her ass over you. You're not sure if it's just for the fun of it or if she feels a portion of her friend's anger.
"Well, I've been enjoying your new cushion for quite a while Kimberly. I think it's time that you have a turn, don't you?" Irina asks, more than willing to share.
Kimberly smiles as the two women stand up. Your future mother in law glares down at your flattened, battered form. You see a glimmer of a smile cross her face for an instant before she turns and reveals her massive ass to you. She tosses up her skirt before unceremoniously falling back to the couch and your waiting body. You feel yourself somehow compress further, pressing directly into her flesh.
"Oh, you were right dear. He does make the couch more comfortable. Maybe he isn't completely worthless afterall!" she says with a chuckle.
You lose track of time as you eventually pass out beneath Kimberly's constantly oppressive weight. When you wake up....
"Ugh, that voice. It's so high pitched and whiny. I don't know how Cassie can stand it!" she exclaims. "I liked him much better when he couldn't talk..." she trails off for a moment before smiling.
"Actually Irina, would you mind?" she asks her friend with a grin. Irina simply smiles back and responds with a knowing look before dropping you back to the couch and plopping her round ass back onto your body, smashing you once again.
"Ahhh," Kimberly smiles, "That's much better. Wouldn't you say?"
Irina sips her wine. "I think you're right Kimberly. And I must say, this couch has never been more comfortable!" she chuckles as she grinds her massive rear over your body, smearing you into the sofa.
You groan internally at the antics of the two friends who seem content to simply leave you smashed and flattened. But there's no way this lasts for a full week.....right? At least, you hope not. You're unable to make a single sound in vocal protest, but internally you're screaming.
High above your flattened state, the two friends uncaringly - but not unknowingly - make small talk as they enjoy their wine together. Despite her relaxed nature, Irina seems to be a bundle of energy, constantly twisting, bouncing, and squirming her ass over you. You're not sure if it's just for the fun of it or if she feels a portion of her friend's anger.
"Well, I've been enjoying your new cushion for quite a while Kimberly. I think it's time that you have a turn, don't you?" Irina asks, more than willing to share.
Kimberly smiles as the two women stand up. Your future mother in law glares down at your flattened, battered form. You see a glimmer of a smile cross her face for an instant before she turns and reveals her massive ass to you. She tosses up her skirt before unceremoniously falling back to the couch and your waiting body. You feel yourself somehow compress further, pressing directly into her flesh.
"Oh, you were right dear. He does make the couch more comfortable. Maybe he isn't completely worthless afterall!" she says with a chuckle.
You lose track of time as you eventually pass out beneath Kimberly's constantly oppressive weight. When you wake up....
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