Can You Survive My Ass pt. 4
Giantess/Transformation Short Stories
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
Rachel’s massive cheeks shifted, the sheer weight of her body pressing down on Kevin like a tidal wave of warm, soft flesh. She leaned forward slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the couch for balance, and with a deliberate motion, she spread her cheeks apart. The air felt cooler for a brief moment, but Kevin barely had time to register it before she squeezed her cheeks together again, trapping him in a vice of jiggly, sweaty ass flesh.
“Ohhh, Kevin,” Rachel purred, her voice dripping with amusement. “You really think you can handle this? My ass? This ass? You’re like a little crumb stuck between two slices of bread. I could smush you without even trying.” She laughed, the sound rich and full, as she clenched her cheeks together even tighter, the pressure mounting around Kevin’s tiny body.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her ass was a wall of soft, gelatinous fat that seemed to envelop him completely. Every inch of him was pressed into the warm, sweaty crevice between her cheeks, the sheer mass of her body leaving him no room to breathe or move. Her flesh was slick with sweat, the sticky heat of it clinging to him as she shifted her weight, grinding her cheeks together with a slow, deliberate motion. The pressure was immense, her ass fat molding around him like he was nothing more than a pebble under a steamroller.
“You’re so tiny,” Rachel teased, her voice a low, sultry drawl. “I can barely even feel you down there. You’re like… a gnat. A little nothing wriggling around. But hey, don’t worry—I’ll make sure you feel me.” She laughed again, the sound reverberating through her body as she clenched her cheeks tighter, the force of it pressing Kevin’s face into the soft, yielding flesh.
Kevin struggled to stay conscious, his tiny body trembling under the weight of her ass. His lungs burned as he fought to draw in even the smallest breath, but her cheeks were pressed so tightly together that there was no air to be had. Every movement she made—every shift of her hips, every clench of her cheeks—sent a fresh wave of pressure crashing over him, threatening to crush him completely.
“Oh my god,” Rachel moaned, her voice thick with amusement. “This is so fun. I haven’t had this much fun with someone in ages. You’re like my little stress ball. Just squish, squish, squish!” She laughed, rocking her hips slightly as she ground her cheeks together, the motion sending shockwaves through Kevin’s fragile body.
The heat was unbearable, her sweat soaking into him as her ass fat pressed against him from all sides. He could feel every ridge and fold of her skin, every jiggle of her massive cheeks as she moved. Her flesh was impossibly soft, but the sheer weight of it was crushing him inch by inch. His vision blurred as the pressure mounted, her ass fat pressing into his chest, his arms, his legs, leaving no part of him untouched.
“You’re so pathetic,” Rachel cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “I mean, look at you. You’re just squished. Totally helpless. Completely at my mercy. And you know what’s even funnier? You asked for this. You wanted this. What does that say about you, huh? That you’re into being a little nothing stuck between my cheeks?” She laughed again, the sound ringing in Kevin’s ears as she clenched her cheeks even tighter, the pressure around him becoming almost unbearable.
Kevin’s mind was a haze of pain and humiliation, his body trembling as he fought to endure the pressure. He could feel her cheeks pressing into him, the soft flesh molding around him like he was nothing more than a wrinkle in her skin. Her sweat soaked into him, the sticky heat of it clinging to his body as she ground her cheeks together, the motion relentless and unyielding.
Rachel’s hips shifted slightly, her laughter echoing through the suffocating darkness of her ass crack. Kevin’s tiny body trembled under the relentless pressure, his lungs burning for air that wasn’t there. Her massive cheeks clenched tighter, squeezing him like a vice, the heat of her skin radiating into him like a furnace. He could feel every jiggle, every ripple of her soft flesh as she moved, her dominance absolute.
“Oh, Kevin,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re still holding on? I’ve gotta admit, I’m a little impressed. Most tiny guys like you would’ve tapped out by now. But you… you’re just so stubborn.” She giggled, the sound vibrating through her body and into his fragile frame. “Or maybe you’re just too stupid to know when you’re beaten.”
Kevin gritted his teeth, his tiny fists clenching as he tried to push back against the oppressive weight of her ass. But it was useless. Her cheeks were like mountains, immovable and unrelenting. He could feel his strength waning, his body growing weaker with every passing second.
Then, Rachel’s body tensed. A low, gurgling sound rumbled deep within her stomach, the vibrations coursing through the soft flesh of her ass and into Kevin’s tiny body. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what was coming.
“Ohhh, Kevin,” Rachel said, her voice teasingly sweet. “I think I feel something coming on. A little… bubble of sorts. Do you know what that means?”
Kevin’s heart raced, panic surging through him. “N-no… what?” he squeaked, his voice barely audible.
Rachel laughed, her hips swaying slightly as she adjusted her position. “It means I’ve gotta fart, little man. And unfortunately for you, you’re right in the firing line.”
“W-what?!” Kevin stammered, his voice trembling.
“Mmm-hmm,” Rachel hummed, her tone playful. “So here’s the deal. You can tap out right now, admit that you’re beaten, and I’ll let you go. Or… you can stay right where you are, and I’ll let it rip. Your choice, Kev. What’s it gonna be?”
Kevin hesitated, his tiny mind racing. Tap out and admit defeat? Or endure the humiliation of being farted on by a woman who could crush him without even trying? His pride warred with his survival instinct, but in the end, his stubbornness won out.
“I-I’m not tapping out!” he shouted, his voice shaky but defiant. “I can take it!”
Rachel chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “Oh, Kevin… you really don’t know what you’re asking for. But hey, if that’s what you want… it’s your funeral.”
Her body tensed again, the gurgle in her stomach growing louder. Kevin braced himself, his tiny heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the pressure building inside her, the vibrations growing stronger by the second. Then, with a sharp POP, it happened.
The sound was deafening in the confined space of her ass crack, a deep, resonant fart that echoed through the air. The force of it sent Kevin’s tiny body tumbling, the warm, pungent air rushing over him like a suffocating wave. He gasped, but there was no air to breathe—only the thick, acrid stench of her gas, filling his lungs and choking him.
Rachel laughed, her voice booming with amusement. “Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face!” she teased, her hips shaking as she giggled. “You looked so scared! Like a little bug about to get squished!”
Kevin coughed, his tiny lungs burning as he tried to gasp for air. The stench was overwhelming, clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes watered, his stomach churning as the smell assaulted his senses.
“Oh, is it too much for you, little man?” Rachel asked, her tone mocking. “Too stinky for you to handle? Aw, poor thing. But don’t worry—I’m not done yet.”
Her body tensed again, another gurgle rumbling through her stomach. Kevin’s eyes widened in terror as he realized what was coming. “N-no! Wait—!”
But it was too late. Another BLAST of gas erupted from her, the force of it sending him tumbling again. The air was thick, hot, and suffocating, the stench even worse than before. Kevin gagged, his tiny body convulsing as he tried to escape, but there was no escape. Her cheeks clenched tighter, trapping him in the toxic cloud.
Rachel sighed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Mmm, that felt good. You’re like… my little air freshener. Except, you know, the exact opposite.” She laughed again, the sound reverberating through her body. “You really thought you could handle this, huh? Thought you were tough enough to survive me? Oh, Kevin… you’re so cute when you’re wrong.”
“Ohhh, Kevin,” Rachel purred, her voice dripping with amusement. “You really think you can handle this? My ass? This ass? You’re like a little crumb stuck between two slices of bread. I could smush you without even trying.” She laughed, the sound rich and full, as she clenched her cheeks together even tighter, the pressure mounting around Kevin’s tiny body.
The sensation was overwhelming. Her ass was a wall of soft, gelatinous fat that seemed to envelop him completely. Every inch of him was pressed into the warm, sweaty crevice between her cheeks, the sheer mass of her body leaving him no room to breathe or move. Her flesh was slick with sweat, the sticky heat of it clinging to him as she shifted her weight, grinding her cheeks together with a slow, deliberate motion. The pressure was immense, her ass fat molding around him like he was nothing more than a pebble under a steamroller.
“You’re so tiny,” Rachel teased, her voice a low, sultry drawl. “I can barely even feel you down there. You’re like… a gnat. A little nothing wriggling around. But hey, don’t worry—I’ll make sure you feel me.” She laughed again, the sound reverberating through her body as she clenched her cheeks tighter, the force of it pressing Kevin’s face into the soft, yielding flesh.
Kevin struggled to stay conscious, his tiny body trembling under the weight of her ass. His lungs burned as he fought to draw in even the smallest breath, but her cheeks were pressed so tightly together that there was no air to be had. Every movement she made—every shift of her hips, every clench of her cheeks—sent a fresh wave of pressure crashing over him, threatening to crush him completely.
“Oh my god,” Rachel moaned, her voice thick with amusement. “This is so fun. I haven’t had this much fun with someone in ages. You’re like my little stress ball. Just squish, squish, squish!” She laughed, rocking her hips slightly as she ground her cheeks together, the motion sending shockwaves through Kevin’s fragile body.
The heat was unbearable, her sweat soaking into him as her ass fat pressed against him from all sides. He could feel every ridge and fold of her skin, every jiggle of her massive cheeks as she moved. Her flesh was impossibly soft, but the sheer weight of it was crushing him inch by inch. His vision blurred as the pressure mounted, her ass fat pressing into his chest, his arms, his legs, leaving no part of him untouched.
“You’re so pathetic,” Rachel cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “I mean, look at you. You’re just squished. Totally helpless. Completely at my mercy. And you know what’s even funnier? You asked for this. You wanted this. What does that say about you, huh? That you’re into being a little nothing stuck between my cheeks?” She laughed again, the sound ringing in Kevin’s ears as she clenched her cheeks even tighter, the pressure around him becoming almost unbearable.
Kevin’s mind was a haze of pain and humiliation, his body trembling as he fought to endure the pressure. He could feel her cheeks pressing into him, the soft flesh molding around him like he was nothing more than a wrinkle in her skin. Her sweat soaked into him, the sticky heat of it clinging to his body as she ground her cheeks together, the motion relentless and unyielding.
Rachel’s hips shifted slightly, her laughter echoing through the suffocating darkness of her ass crack. Kevin’s tiny body trembled under the relentless pressure, his lungs burning for air that wasn’t there. Her massive cheeks clenched tighter, squeezing him like a vice, the heat of her skin radiating into him like a furnace. He could feel every jiggle, every ripple of her soft flesh as she moved, her dominance absolute.
“Oh, Kevin,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re still holding on? I’ve gotta admit, I’m a little impressed. Most tiny guys like you would’ve tapped out by now. But you… you’re just so stubborn.” She giggled, the sound vibrating through her body and into his fragile frame. “Or maybe you’re just too stupid to know when you’re beaten.”
Kevin gritted his teeth, his tiny fists clenching as he tried to push back against the oppressive weight of her ass. But it was useless. Her cheeks were like mountains, immovable and unrelenting. He could feel his strength waning, his body growing weaker with every passing second.
Then, Rachel’s body tensed. A low, gurgling sound rumbled deep within her stomach, the vibrations coursing through the soft flesh of her ass and into Kevin’s tiny body. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what was coming.
“Ohhh, Kevin,” Rachel said, her voice teasingly sweet. “I think I feel something coming on. A little… bubble of sorts. Do you know what that means?”
Kevin’s heart raced, panic surging through him. “N-no… what?” he squeaked, his voice barely audible.
Rachel laughed, her hips swaying slightly as she adjusted her position. “It means I’ve gotta fart, little man. And unfortunately for you, you’re right in the firing line.”
“W-what?!” Kevin stammered, his voice trembling.
“Mmm-hmm,” Rachel hummed, her tone playful. “So here’s the deal. You can tap out right now, admit that you’re beaten, and I’ll let you go. Or… you can stay right where you are, and I’ll let it rip. Your choice, Kev. What’s it gonna be?”
Kevin hesitated, his tiny mind racing. Tap out and admit defeat? Or endure the humiliation of being farted on by a woman who could crush him without even trying? His pride warred with his survival instinct, but in the end, his stubbornness won out.
“I-I’m not tapping out!” he shouted, his voice shaky but defiant. “I can take it!”
Rachel chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “Oh, Kevin… you really don’t know what you’re asking for. But hey, if that’s what you want… it’s your funeral.”
Her body tensed again, the gurgle in her stomach growing louder. Kevin braced himself, his tiny heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the pressure building inside her, the vibrations growing stronger by the second. Then, with a sharp POP, it happened.
The sound was deafening in the confined space of her ass crack, a deep, resonant fart that echoed through the air. The force of it sent Kevin’s tiny body tumbling, the warm, pungent air rushing over him like a suffocating wave. He gasped, but there was no air to breathe—only the thick, acrid stench of her gas, filling his lungs and choking him.
Rachel laughed, her voice booming with amusement. “Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face!” she teased, her hips shaking as she giggled. “You looked so scared! Like a little bug about to get squished!”
Kevin coughed, his tiny lungs burning as he tried to gasp for air. The stench was overwhelming, clinging to him like a second skin. His eyes watered, his stomach churning as the smell assaulted his senses.
“Oh, is it too much for you, little man?” Rachel asked, her tone mocking. “Too stinky for you to handle? Aw, poor thing. But don’t worry—I’m not done yet.”
Her body tensed again, another gurgle rumbling through her stomach. Kevin’s eyes widened in terror as he realized what was coming. “N-no! Wait—!”
But it was too late. Another BLAST of gas erupted from her, the force of it sending him tumbling again. The air was thick, hot, and suffocating, the stench even worse than before. Kevin gagged, his tiny body convulsing as he tried to escape, but there was no escape. Her cheeks clenched tighter, trapping him in the toxic cloud.
Rachel sighed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Mmm, that felt good. You’re like… my little air freshener. Except, you know, the exact opposite.” She laughed again, the sound reverberating through her body. “You really thought you could handle this, huh? Thought you were tough enough to survive me? Oh, Kevin… you’re so cute when you’re wrong.”
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March 28, 2025
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