The Ass and the Furious
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 8
by
Bobob1
(Originally written by goldeaglet57)
As much as Morgan may have hated herself for considering it, she really didn't want to put you through the pain and torture of dealing with her ass, Avery might take it too far or even enjoy crushing Hunter, but Quinn on the other hand...
Morgan looked up, seeing her sister bouncing about from game to game excitedly, getting along with other people enjoying the arcade, and collecting whatever meager tickets her casual and playful enjoyment won her from each game. Quinn meanwhile, seemed utterly focused on the cyclone arcade game, up against a few other kids who were hoping to claim the now large jackpot waiting to be won. With a deep breath, and a concentrated look, Quinn smacked the button, hitting it right in the center and causing the ticket dispenser to shoot out her jackpot winnings, a small smirk on her face as she collected her winnings.
"Quinn!" Morgan called out to her, prompting her attention, albeit in an uninterested gaze. "Come try out this racing game! It's really fun!"
"Sure, Jackpots really low now anyways..." Quinn motioned to the Cyclone machine, before walking over with her tickets in hand. Morgan glanced down at you apologetically as she made way for Quinn. You did stick to her ass before, so with any luck...
Quinn's intimidating shadow loomed over your squished frame as she came into your view. handing Morgan her tickets as she scooted into position to sit down, her jiggly ass filling your view before it came crashing down brutally and uncaring of your situation. Morgan couldn't help but frown, watching her curvy new roomie decimate her small new roomie by simply taking a seat, the leather seat giving out an audible, and almost mocking hissing sound.
Meanwhile, beneath the enormous ass of Quinn, you already felt the heat rise dramatically! (Not like it was all that cool from the brief moment of freedom from being beneath anyone's ass) and the heat only amped up further, along with excruciating pain as Quinn shifted her hips back and forth, getting comfy in the seat. Was getting stuck to Quinn's ass really the best option? You couldn't help but wonder if you had better chances staying on the seat... You could just barely hear the outside world as you lay helplessly smashed between the leather seat and the copious amounts of ass flesh above and around you.
Morgan winced as she saw Quinn shift about, along with the accompanying sounds of her ass dragging against the leather seat of the game. Quinn then paid the obligatory token amount and began racing the challenger. Every now and then, Quinn would readjust her ass as she played, apparently unable to get comfortable in the seat (Probably because it was made with kids in mind) the faint sound of her now sweating ass peeling off the leather could be heard, before it would come crashing back down on top of you.
Quinn kept her uncaring demeanor even when racing. Or perhaps it was a look of focus, it was hard to tell with her this early in their friendship, Morgan thought. She just hoped Quinn would be willing to peel you off her ass again like earlier, and not condemn you to a whole night of arcade games before helping you out. Morgan quickly came to determine that it was indeed focus that Quinn was expressing, as during the race, she effortlessly took the lead against the girl.
Finally, Quinn beat the girl, crossing the finish line with a healthy lead. Another small smirk flashed on her face before vanishing completely. The challenging girl huffed slightly, Quinn's relaxed attitude and lack of any emotion certainly didn't make her loss any more easier to take. Quinn looked over to Morgan.
"That was fun. What now?"
She put her hand on the armrest, going to lift herself from the now sweaty chair, having just rose from the seat when another girl ran over.
"That was awesome!" the new girl shouted.
Quinn opted to relax in her seat as she talked, dropping back in, causing the leather seat to hiss again.
"Can you face me now? I just gotta try to beat you after that!" She asked, and as she finished her sentence, some other girls, presumably her friends, came over, each seeming just as eager to take on the new Queen of the racing game. Morgan grimaced, this wasn't what she was hoping for at all, what was she going to do now!?!
Quinn shifted her ass in the slightly slick seat, the friction once again burning you and smearing you beneath her ginormous cheeks as she briefly pondered the request before saying:
As much as Morgan may have hated herself for considering it, she really didn't want to put you through the pain and torture of dealing with her ass, Avery might take it too far or even enjoy crushing Hunter, but Quinn on the other hand...
Morgan looked up, seeing her sister bouncing about from game to game excitedly, getting along with other people enjoying the arcade, and collecting whatever meager tickets her casual and playful enjoyment won her from each game. Quinn meanwhile, seemed utterly focused on the cyclone arcade game, up against a few other kids who were hoping to claim the now large jackpot waiting to be won. With a deep breath, and a concentrated look, Quinn smacked the button, hitting it right in the center and causing the ticket dispenser to shoot out her jackpot winnings, a small smirk on her face as she collected her winnings.
"Quinn!" Morgan called out to her, prompting her attention, albeit in an uninterested gaze. "Come try out this racing game! It's really fun!"
"Sure, Jackpots really low now anyways..." Quinn motioned to the Cyclone machine, before walking over with her tickets in hand. Morgan glanced down at you apologetically as she made way for Quinn. You did stick to her ass before, so with any luck...
Quinn's intimidating shadow loomed over your squished frame as she came into your view. handing Morgan her tickets as she scooted into position to sit down, her jiggly ass filling your view before it came crashing down brutally and uncaring of your situation. Morgan couldn't help but frown, watching her curvy new roomie decimate her small new roomie by simply taking a seat, the leather seat giving out an audible, and almost mocking hissing sound.
Meanwhile, beneath the enormous ass of Quinn, you already felt the heat rise dramatically! (Not like it was all that cool from the brief moment of freedom from being beneath anyone's ass) and the heat only amped up further, along with excruciating pain as Quinn shifted her hips back and forth, getting comfy in the seat. Was getting stuck to Quinn's ass really the best option? You couldn't help but wonder if you had better chances staying on the seat... You could just barely hear the outside world as you lay helplessly smashed between the leather seat and the copious amounts of ass flesh above and around you.
Morgan winced as she saw Quinn shift about, along with the accompanying sounds of her ass dragging against the leather seat of the game. Quinn then paid the obligatory token amount and began racing the challenger. Every now and then, Quinn would readjust her ass as she played, apparently unable to get comfortable in the seat (Probably because it was made with kids in mind) the faint sound of her now sweating ass peeling off the leather could be heard, before it would come crashing back down on top of you.
Quinn kept her uncaring demeanor even when racing. Or perhaps it was a look of focus, it was hard to tell with her this early in their friendship, Morgan thought. She just hoped Quinn would be willing to peel you off her ass again like earlier, and not condemn you to a whole night of arcade games before helping you out. Morgan quickly came to determine that it was indeed focus that Quinn was expressing, as during the race, she effortlessly took the lead against the girl.
Finally, Quinn beat the girl, crossing the finish line with a healthy lead. Another small smirk flashed on her face before vanishing completely. The challenging girl huffed slightly, Quinn's relaxed attitude and lack of any emotion certainly didn't make her loss any more easier to take. Quinn looked over to Morgan.
"That was fun. What now?"
She put her hand on the armrest, going to lift herself from the now sweaty chair, having just rose from the seat when another girl ran over.
"That was awesome!" the new girl shouted.
Quinn opted to relax in her seat as she talked, dropping back in, causing the leather seat to hiss again.
"Can you face me now? I just gotta try to beat you after that!" She asked, and as she finished her sentence, some other girls, presumably her friends, came over, each seeming just as eager to take on the new Queen of the racing game. Morgan grimaced, this wasn't what she was hoping for at all, what was she going to do now!?!
Quinn shifted her ass in the slightly slick seat, the friction once again burning you and smearing you beneath her ginormous cheeks as she briefly pondered the request before saying:
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April 23, 2025
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