The ground began shaking, their footsteps each caused earthquakes that were even worse than those two 'explosions' Sheila unleashed moments ago. You couldn't even properly do anything because they caught you off-guard and you fell. Before you could even get up, though, you saw that the entire vast expanse you were on had been covered by shadows and your eyes widened in panic.
Looking up, you saw the absolutely biggest pair of tan, jiggling fleshy globes you'd ever seen menacingly descending towards you. Going by the color of the extremely puny piece of clothing badly wedged in between, you realized that it was Sheila, and silently cursed your luck. All 3 of them had big asses, but you suspected that with Jen at least, there'd be a chance for you not to be sat on, here, it was more than clear that Sheila's enormous ass was going to take up the entire chair, and it'd still need more room.
Meanwhile, Sheila was solely focused on eating the delicious hot chili dog that she had just acquired, and didn't really pay much attention to her surroundings, basically going on autopilot mode. The beach chair groaned and creaked under her massive weight, but it held on. Her huge booty was so abundant that it spilled over the sides, as the chair didn't have enough space for all of it to properly take a seat upon.
"Huh, Blaise's not here?" Jen said in surprise.
"Well, he did the heavy lifting for us" Lillian casually chuckled "He must've gone to the restroom" She said, putting the soda bottle she got you in the ice box she brought.
"Yeah... It's not like he'd ditch us, right?" Jen said, feeling a little apprehensive.
"No... I don't think he would... though those other friends of his are sometimes up to no good, and sadly Blaise is too nice to say 'No' even if it gets him dragged into stuff he didn't sign up for" Lillian added.
"I know, but he was looking forward to this beach trip himself... he must've just gone to the restroom as you said" Jen said, she'd feel pretty sad if you decided to just leave, even if you didn't know this yourself, but she had spent quite a bit of time picking this bikini out for you, and even enlisted Lillian's help, as she's the one that really knows how to show off her curves.
Though Jen couldn't deny that she felt a bit insecure as she had put on quite a few pounds upon following Lillian's advice to quit the volleyball team and eat more. It wasn't like it didn't deliver on its promises, both her bust and butt had grown significantly, but she was worried about her stomach. She might not have exercised as hard as Ariadne, but she had a bit of a six pack herself, now her stomach was smooth and flat, with a subtle hint of pudge, and she couldn't help but feel paranoid that you'd be turned off by that, as girls with the kind of physique Ariadne sported had become quite popular recently.
"The alternative explanation is that mom sat on him and he disappeared under all that" Lillian joked, earning a smug look from her mother, who playfully wiggled her hips, and temporarily stopped scarfing down the chili dog.
"Ora se não é a suja falando do mal lavado" Sheila replied with a laugh and resumed eating.
[Note: This is the Portuguese rendition of "the pot calling the kettle black". I got this from Google Translate so the Portuguese itself may be spotty, but from what I know from Spanish inter-intelligibility, it sounds okay. The literal translation of this phrase is "Well, if it isn't the dirty speaking of washing wrong"]
Jen's knowledge of Spanish allowed her to discern what she had just said, and while the saying was different from the one she knew, she could still get the same general idea of what it meant. She shook her head, knowing that this was the usual banter between the two.
"I mean, if I sit on him you can still see him, at least" Lillian chuckled.
"Not much, sometimes he does disappear under there" Jen said, deciding to take a light jab at her friend, especially after her latest teasing.
"Gee, thanks for the help there, friend" Lillian sarcastically said, and both them and Sheila enjoyed a good laugh.
To you, none of this was a laughing matter, however. You thought you'd unceremoniously perish, reduced to a mere red smidge on the vast surface of one of Sheila's humongous cheeks, only to be washed away by her sweat later in the day, but apparently, Fate had other plans for you, as instead, you found yourself to be intact, but pinned under a tremendous weight, pressed hard into the chair's surface below, and with the exception of your back, you were enveloped by Sheila's massively abundant, plush flesh.
You could hear voices and various noises from the outside, but with so many tons upon tons of muscle, skin and quite a generous fatty layer in between, you couldn't make anything out. All notion of time got lost on you, since you couldn't move, everything was dark, and the only change you felt was that suddenly everything shook for a moment, as you could feel the heavens themselves, or more accurately, Sheila's titanic cheek, shift from side to side while still resting on top of you.
The enormous pressure upon you abruptly disappeared, though it was still dark, so you didn't think she'd gotten up, but wondered how this was possible still. However it didn't take much pondering, as you soon were engulfed in a thicker, warmer noxious atmosphere and you immediately knew what it reeked of... Sheila's gas.
'I must be under her crack then' You thought as you hesitantly got up. At least it was a relief not to be squashed by her countless tons of booty mass anymore, but the bigger question was how to get out.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jen said, out of the 3 women, she was the one who seemed most impatient/apprehensive about your absence.
"Well, it's been a few minutes, yes" Lillian replied with a shrug.
"Shouldn't he be back?" Jen asked.
"I guess so, but it seems he either needs more time or got held up by something... or someone..." Lillian said, adding a smug grin towards the end of her sentence, knowing Jen didn't like competition.
"Just how friggin' unlucky can we be?!" Jen was already imagining the worst, that you either encountered Celeste, Veronica or Chelsea while on your way to whatever you had gone to do.
"Relax. I don't think he'd be stupid enough to give up 3 beauties in bikinis for anything in the world" Sheila said.
"Hmm... maybe for videogames he would" Lillian giggled.
"I can think of quite a few games he won't find on any consoles" Sheila said in a softer, more sensual tone, which made Jen blush and got Lillian to shudder a little. They got vibes from her similar to Lulu's, and not in a good way. As if to further emphasize her point, Sheila smacked her largest 'assets' and wiggled her hips on the chair, as if giving it a lapdance. Both girls stared at her wide-eyed, as she didn't often show off her dancing skills, even if they did know about her former job.
"The hell is going on?!" You shouted when there was a sudden, sharp roaring noise coming from above, followed by everything shaking and rippling around you. The noise came from the outside though, but it reminded you of your extremely precarious location.
'Holy crap I forgot this is Sheila's butt! I can't stay here for long!' You thought and desperately tried to find your way out, you weren't about to take her monstrous farts at almost point blank. Once again you cursed your luck, though then again, the deck was stacked against you from the beginning, with 2 out of the 3 women you came with being pretty gassy and having massive asses, getting sat on by Jen would've been your dream scenario at this point, but it wasn't very likely to happen.
"So... what should we do?" Jen asked.
"I dunno... I can see he didn't leave his phone though, so if he went somewhere, he probably thought it'd take a while. If he had gone for something quick I think he would've just put it inside one of the bags" Lillian observed.
"Then how about we call him?" Jen suggested.
"Oh my god, I think you might be more of a mother hen than his own mom" Sheila laughed, finding Jen's worrying rather cute, indeed making the Nordic girl blush much redder than if she stayed out in the sun all day.
"That's not such a bad idea..." Lillian thought out-loud "I could also go take a walk to where the restrooms are, if he went there' unless he's still inside, he shouldn't be too far away, it's not like we took THAT long to get food"
"You and your mom ate quite a bit before we left, what was it? Five burritos for you and 3 chili dogs for your mom" Jen replied.
"But we ate quickly..." Lillian said and turned to look at her mom just as she finished Jen's chili dog
"Come to think of it... Are you sure you should be eating those? And that many?"
"What? I hardly get to eat these anymore" Sheila shrugged while Lillian internally cringed. The last thing her mom needed was more 'fuel' to keep 'blowing up'. In a way, she understood it if you sensed danger and decided to book it, although that thought made her laugh. Seeing Jen's growing concern, she guessed it'd be best to do something about it, but in the end, what do they end up choosing to do?
Looking up, you saw the absolutely biggest pair of tan, jiggling fleshy globes you'd ever seen menacingly descending towards you. Going by the color of the extremely puny piece of clothing badly wedged in between, you realized that it was Sheila, and silently cursed your luck. All 3 of them had big asses, but you suspected that with Jen at least, there'd be a chance for you not to be sat on, here, it was more than clear that Sheila's enormous ass was going to take up the entire chair, and it'd still need more room.
Meanwhile, Sheila was solely focused on eating the delicious hot chili dog that she had just acquired, and didn't really pay much attention to her surroundings, basically going on autopilot mode. The beach chair groaned and creaked under her massive weight, but it held on. Her huge booty was so abundant that it spilled over the sides, as the chair didn't have enough space for all of it to properly take a seat upon.
"Huh, Blaise's not here?" Jen said in surprise.
"Well, he did the heavy lifting for us" Lillian casually chuckled "He must've gone to the restroom" She said, putting the soda bottle she got you in the ice box she brought.
"Yeah... It's not like he'd ditch us, right?" Jen said, feeling a little apprehensive.
"No... I don't think he would... though those other friends of his are sometimes up to no good, and sadly Blaise is too nice to say 'No' even if it gets him dragged into stuff he didn't sign up for" Lillian added.
"I know, but he was looking forward to this beach trip himself... he must've just gone to the restroom as you said" Jen said, she'd feel pretty sad if you decided to just leave, even if you didn't know this yourself, but she had spent quite a bit of time picking this bikini out for you, and even enlisted Lillian's help, as she's the one that really knows how to show off her curves.
Though Jen couldn't deny that she felt a bit insecure as she had put on quite a few pounds upon following Lillian's advice to quit the volleyball team and eat more. It wasn't like it didn't deliver on its promises, both her bust and butt had grown significantly, but she was worried about her stomach. She might not have exercised as hard as Ariadne, but she had a bit of a six pack herself, now her stomach was smooth and flat, with a subtle hint of pudge, and she couldn't help but feel paranoid that you'd be turned off by that, as girls with the kind of physique Ariadne sported had become quite popular recently.
"The alternative explanation is that mom sat on him and he disappeared under all that" Lillian joked, earning a smug look from her mother, who playfully wiggled her hips, and temporarily stopped scarfing down the chili dog.
"Ora se não é a suja falando do mal lavado" Sheila replied with a laugh and resumed eating.
[Note: This is the Portuguese rendition of "the pot calling the kettle black". I got this from Google Translate so the Portuguese itself may be spotty, but from what I know from Spanish inter-intelligibility, it sounds okay. The literal translation of this phrase is "Well, if it isn't the dirty speaking of washing wrong"]
Jen's knowledge of Spanish allowed her to discern what she had just said, and while the saying was different from the one she knew, she could still get the same general idea of what it meant. She shook her head, knowing that this was the usual banter between the two.
"I mean, if I sit on him you can still see him, at least" Lillian chuckled.
"Not much, sometimes he does disappear under there" Jen said, deciding to take a light jab at her friend, especially after her latest teasing.
"Gee, thanks for the help there, friend" Lillian sarcastically said, and both them and Sheila enjoyed a good laugh.
To you, none of this was a laughing matter, however. You thought you'd unceremoniously perish, reduced to a mere red smidge on the vast surface of one of Sheila's humongous cheeks, only to be washed away by her sweat later in the day, but apparently, Fate had other plans for you, as instead, you found yourself to be intact, but pinned under a tremendous weight, pressed hard into the chair's surface below, and with the exception of your back, you were enveloped by Sheila's massively abundant, plush flesh.
You could hear voices and various noises from the outside, but with so many tons upon tons of muscle, skin and quite a generous fatty layer in between, you couldn't make anything out. All notion of time got lost on you, since you couldn't move, everything was dark, and the only change you felt was that suddenly everything shook for a moment, as you could feel the heavens themselves, or more accurately, Sheila's titanic cheek, shift from side to side while still resting on top of you.
The enormous pressure upon you abruptly disappeared, though it was still dark, so you didn't think she'd gotten up, but wondered how this was possible still. However it didn't take much pondering, as you soon were engulfed in a thicker, warmer noxious atmosphere and you immediately knew what it reeked of... Sheila's gas.
'I must be under her crack then' You thought as you hesitantly got up. At least it was a relief not to be squashed by her countless tons of booty mass anymore, but the bigger question was how to get out.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jen said, out of the 3 women, she was the one who seemed most impatient/apprehensive about your absence.
"Well, it's been a few minutes, yes" Lillian replied with a shrug.
"Shouldn't he be back?" Jen asked.
"I guess so, but it seems he either needs more time or got held up by something... or someone..." Lillian said, adding a smug grin towards the end of her sentence, knowing Jen didn't like competition.
"Just how friggin' unlucky can we be?!" Jen was already imagining the worst, that you either encountered Celeste, Veronica or Chelsea while on your way to whatever you had gone to do.
"Relax. I don't think he'd be stupid enough to give up 3 beauties in bikinis for anything in the world" Sheila said.
"Hmm... maybe for videogames he would" Lillian giggled.
"I can think of quite a few games he won't find on any consoles" Sheila said in a softer, more sensual tone, which made Jen blush and got Lillian to shudder a little. They got vibes from her similar to Lulu's, and not in a good way. As if to further emphasize her point, Sheila smacked her largest 'assets' and wiggled her hips on the chair, as if giving it a lapdance. Both girls stared at her wide-eyed, as she didn't often show off her dancing skills, even if they did know about her former job.
"The hell is going on?!" You shouted when there was a sudden, sharp roaring noise coming from above, followed by everything shaking and rippling around you. The noise came from the outside though, but it reminded you of your extremely precarious location.
'Holy crap I forgot this is Sheila's butt! I can't stay here for long!' You thought and desperately tried to find your way out, you weren't about to take her monstrous farts at almost point blank. Once again you cursed your luck, though then again, the deck was stacked against you from the beginning, with 2 out of the 3 women you came with being pretty gassy and having massive asses, getting sat on by Jen would've been your dream scenario at this point, but it wasn't very likely to happen.
"So... what should we do?" Jen asked.
"I dunno... I can see he didn't leave his phone though, so if he went somewhere, he probably thought it'd take a while. If he had gone for something quick I think he would've just put it inside one of the bags" Lillian observed.
"Then how about we call him?" Jen suggested.
"Oh my god, I think you might be more of a mother hen than his own mom" Sheila laughed, finding Jen's worrying rather cute, indeed making the Nordic girl blush much redder than if she stayed out in the sun all day.
"That's not such a bad idea..." Lillian thought out-loud "I could also go take a walk to where the restrooms are, if he went there' unless he's still inside, he shouldn't be too far away, it's not like we took THAT long to get food"
"You and your mom ate quite a bit before we left, what was it? Five burritos for you and 3 chili dogs for your mom" Jen replied.
"But we ate quickly..." Lillian said and turned to look at her mom just as she finished Jen's chili dog
"Come to think of it... Are you sure you should be eating those? And that many?"
"What? I hardly get to eat these anymore" Sheila shrugged while Lillian internally cringed. The last thing her mom needed was more 'fuel' to keep 'blowing up'. In a way, she understood it if you sensed danger and decided to book it, although that thought made her laugh. Seeing Jen's growing concern, she guessed it'd be best to do something about it, but in the end, what do they end up choosing to do?
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