couchman
06-22-2006, 7:07 AM
The following story is an adult fantasy intended to be read by persons age 18 or older.
Sitting on Giggles—Part 4 “The Surprise.”
Driving home after his last college class, Mark searched his mind for a reason the girls had been acting strangely the past few days. He’d taken his place on the couch, as usual, but the girls weren’t sitting on him. They chose to sit on chairs, instead. He could only surmise that they had gotten bored of sitting on him. That would be a disappointment. He certainly hadn’t gotten tired of them doing it.
Once home, he went straight to his room and set his books down on the desk. He had plenty of studying to do. Lisa and Jenna weren’t home, yet. He wanted to finish his studies before they came home. He wanted to take his place on the couch and hope one or both of them would decide to plop their splendid bottoms on him—as they had been doing for the past month.
He opened a text book and highlighted a chapter. But he couldn’t keep his mind off the girls. What went wrong? They loved sitting on him—especially on his face. Why would they suddenly stop doing it? He gazed at a poster board on the wall. It was filled with pics of sexy girls he had fantasized sitting on him. None of the pics displayed girls actually sitting on a man. He had posted them up long before the couch cushion contract between himself and his lovely female roommates. And he hadn’t wanted them checking out his room. His eyes slowly roamed about the board. Something seemed wrong. Something about the board seemed to be missing, but his mind couldn’t quite fill in the blank. His subconscious mind was telling him something was amiss. What was it? It was then that he noticed something that further mystified him. He had posted a photo of himself standing next to his brother, but his own image was missing. Someone had cut it away from the photo. It had to have been one of the girls. But why? Neither of them were the slightest bit interested in him as a person. Why would they want a photo of him? He stared at the rectangular space where his likeness used to be.
He wandered back to the living room, his eyes glazed with curiosity. He glanced about the room to see if anything else was missing. At first, everything in the room seemed the same as usual. After a few moments it dawned on him. Giggles. Giggles, the life sized inflated vinyl clown wasn’t standing in the usual corner. Frantically, he searched the apartment. Giggles was no where to be found. Now he was really confused. Had the girls also taken Giggles along with a photo of him? If they had, for what possible reason would they do something like that?
He lay on the couch and tried to relax, but unanswered questions tumbled his mind. What the hell would they want with Giggles? Giggles was the inflated clown that had allowed him, with hypnosis, to bring out a natural dominate attitude in the girls. And the photo… He doubted they wanted to show his pic to their snobbish girl friends.
After a lengthy period of mental torment, he fell asleep for awhile. He awakened slowly. As he gradually regained awareness he realized he was peering through what seemed to be clear plastic goggles of some kind. His entire body felt light, as if it were filled with air. He tried to move his head. He couldn’t. He attempted to move his arms. He couldn’t. He was paralyzed, he thought! Panic flowed through him. He thought he must have had a stroke. But then he realized something was even more wrong with his body. He wasn’t even breathing! “Oh, Jeez!” he thought. “What happened to me!” He had an internal dialogue but couldn’t speak. He could feel every part of his body, but he couldn’t move anything but his eyes, behind those window- like goggles. He looked to the downward edge of the goggles and saw what looked like a big, red ball. The ball was right where his nose should have been. Moreover, his mouth was frozen into a wide, silly smile. He gazed around the red ball and, instead of the shirt and blue jeans he’d been wearing, he was dressed in some kind of colorful spotted material. He also noted that his penis was extended. He was lying there in a state of perpetual sexual excitement.
He heard the front door open and the sound of girlish laughter and footsteps. Jenna and Lisa entered his field of vision. They were laughing hysterically and pointing at him.
“Marky…Marky!” laughed Jenna. “What happened to you?” she said, coyly.
“It worked!” chirped Lisa. “It actually worked.”
“What worked,” thought Mark. “What had they done to him?”
Both girls were wearing mini-skirts. Lisa sat down on his chest. He could feel her butt press into him, but no air whooshed out. She crossed her sexy legs and smiled down at him. “It all started when Jenna and I noticed we weren’t craving cigarettes anymore,” she explained to Mark. “Then I started getting flash backs. I remember looking down at you and seeing you, Mark, but, it was like pretending you were Giggles, yet it seemed perfectly natural to view you as Giggles and treat you as Giggles.”
“You hypnotized us, didn’t you, Mark,” said Jenna. “You hypnotized us into sitting on you?” Her voice was filled with anger.
“We know you can’t speak,” said Lisa. “So I’ll do the talking,” she continued, shifting her butt around on his chest, making herself comfortable atop his motionless body. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, said Lisa. “…to be sat on.” Her butt remained firmly planted on his chest and she fidgeted her legs. “And that’s what you’re going to get,” she added. “In fact, that’s all you’re going to get…sat on. Since you’re not a real person anymore, Jenna and I can sit on you as much and as long as we want.”
“There’s this strange girl in one of my classes,” said Jenna. “Kanya practices black magic. We told her what happened. She said you should pay a price for manipulating us. She told us she could turn you into Giggles if we provided a photo of you and brought her Giggles.”
“It was so cool!” exclaimed Lisa. “Kanya put Giggles on the floor and surrounded him with candles. Then she placed the photo of you on Giggles and chanted some weird stuff. Giggles disappeared right from the room. She told us we’d find him back home, but you would be inside him.”
“You’re Giggles,” laughed Jenna. “You’re nothing but an inflated clown, now, and I’m going to sit on your face.”
Mark watched as Jenna turned around. She flipped her mini-skirt over his head and began to sit down. She wiggled her butt, teasingly, over his face and then let it drop down to his face, covering it beneath smelly panties and hot, tanned flesh. As Jenna settled her weight on him, he felt his head mash into the couch with a squeaky sound like a balloon being pressed on. His red clown nose squished under her ass. He didn’t feel the usual panic for air as he had when she’d sat on his face, before. He didn’t feel deprived of air because he wasn’t breathing to begin with. He felt his cock tingle with the excitement of the two girls sitting on him. He felt a soft hand over the tent he’d made with his boner.
“Kanya said that would happen,” laughed Lisa. “Mark…I mean…Giggles, you have a permanent boner you can’t release.” Within the confines of his crushing darkness, Mark heard their evil laughter. Jenna crossed her legs and he could use one of his clown eyes to peer under an elevated tanned thigh to where it met with the upper part of her other thigh. He had always loved that view. Jenna had the loveliest legs. He seemed to have all of his senses. He could see, he could hear, and he could smell the earthy aroma of her butt mashed down on his vinyl face and the scent of her warm flesh. The strangest thing that was missing was the usual panic of being smothered under her. He wasn’t breathing and realized Jenna could sit on his face like that for hours if she wished. As if reading his mind, Jenna said: “Lisa and I have always hated that contract we had to sign. Three minutes at a time on your face…just when we get comfortable we had to get up. This is great. I can sit on your face like this as long as I want.”
Jenna and Lisa continued to sit on him as they discussed the possibilities of the new turn of events. “We could invite some friends over—a girls only party—said Jenna. “We’ll just leave Giggles on the couch and tell them we’re using him for a couch cushion,” she continued. “I’m sure they’ll sit on him and not even know they’re actually sitting on Mark.”
“Cool!” agreed Lisa. “He’ll have all kinds of butts on him. It’ll be our secret.”
Mark liked the idea of a variety of girls sitting on him without knowing he’s a person—at least, he used to be a person. He didn’t know what he was now…half person, half vinyl clown. He didn’t know if it was a permanent transformation or what. As much as he loved getting sat on by sexy women he really didn’t want to spend the rest of his life like this. He wished he could speak to them, but he couldn’t. His mouth was frozen into the silly grin that belonged to Giggles. He felt completely helpless, an air-filled object that squeaked every time one of the girls sat down on him.
Lisa and Jenna loved his transformation into Giggles the Clown. They spent the rest of the day sitting all over him, taking turns sitting on his face. But now they weren’t restricted to a one minute facesitting. Mark spent an hour or more at a time in the heavy darkness beneath Lisa or Jenna’s butt. Each time one of them sat down on his chest or face, he could feel their weight and the twin globes of their bottoms pressing him deeper into the couch. He loved the time between facesits, when one of them removed her ass from his face, allowing him to stare up at the ceiling in anticipation of who was going to sit on him next. He watched through his peripheral vision as one of them loomed into view, standing over him with an indifferent expression on her beautiful face, the same emotionless gaze down at him she would give to any object she intended to sit on. Though they knew there was a person imprisoned inside the life sized clown on the couch, they treated him as if he wasn’t there. They sat on him as they read, watched Television, and just chatted excitedly about the party they were planning. Mark was now, for all practical purposes, a couch cushion.
The girls rattled off names of their friends they would invite to the party. Their friends, like them, were all the most popular girls in school, beautiful, sexy…all with splendid fannies and legs. He’d seen them all around campus and had fantasized each of them sitting on his face. As Jenna and Lisa sat on his face and body they mentioned names like: Amber, Tiffany, Amanda, and Samantha, all of them beautiful with sexy butts. They went on to mention Chelsea and Maria. The mention of Maria especially tingled his groin. She was an Italian girl he’d seen around campus. He’d often noted to himself that Italian girls seemed to have the sexiest butts around, butts that were firm and curved outwards at just the right angle—not narrow asses, just the right width to dominate what ever lucky object, chair or couch, they decided to sit on. If his evil roommates kept the dark secret, Maria and the other girls would be lowering their butts to his face and body with the complete abandon for a non-human, dominated object. Whenever Mark saw any of those girls sit down on a chair or couch he fantasized being that object. But he never, in his wildest dreams, thought he would get to actually experience his fantasies in real life. His sexy roommates, along with the mysterious Kanya, had removed any perception of him as a human being. He would be, to their friends, a lifeless clown, an object that can be sat on.
Jenna and Lisa retired to their bedrooms for the night. They shut off the lights. Leaving him lying on the couch, motionless, unable to move, trapped inside an inflated clowns’ body with only his imagination and thoughts to remind him he was still human. The transformation into a vinyl clown was scary. If he remained in this altered state he would have to abandon any semblance of his previous life. He wouldn’t be able to finish college. He wouldn’t be able to have a career, go to ball games, movies or do anything a human being takes for granted. If the girls left him lying on the couch as they intended, the only thing he had to look forward to was the next exciting females butt crushing down on him as she made herself comfortable atop him. So this is what it’s like being a couch cushion, thought Mark as he stared up at the shadowy ceiling.
The night of the party Mark gazed through his peripheral vision as a group of girls filed into the apartment. Some of them wore tight blue jeans, others had on mini-skirts. Lisa and Jenna offered them beers and the apartment was filled with excited talk and laughter. It didn’t take long for them to notice his presence on the couch.
“Oh, what a cute clown,” said Samantha, a strikingly sexy blonde girl.
“Yes,” replied Lisa. “He belongs to Mark, our roommate. His name is Giggles. We’ve been using him as a couch cushion.”
“A couch cushion,” laughed Samantha. “How funny. Does Mark know you’re doing this?” Then she added: “Where is Mark, anyway?”
“Oh… Mark went away for awhile,” offered Lisa.
“But sometimes it feels like he’s still here,” said Jenna. Lisa put her finger to her lips and whispered something in her ear.
“So, what do you do with Giggles?” asked Samantha. “…just sit on him?” Mark watched as Samantha approached the couch. She was wearing a mini-skirt. She looked down at him in the special, unconcerned way a female looks at an object that can be sat on without regard for hurting or smothering it.
“Sit on his face,” said Jenna, grinning.
“Sure. Why not,” replied Samantha, playing with the hem of her skirt, revealing more of her long golden legs. “Poor Giggles,” she said, coyly. “You have to just lie there and let me sit on your face.” She turned and Mark looked beneath her skirt to the magnificent panty clad butt towering above him. She kept her legs together, forming her butt into a round, overwhelming sphere of female flesh and thin panty material as she lowered it to his face. His head crushed down with the familiar squeak of woman’s weight to vulnerable vinyl as she sat down on his upturned face. Samantha had sat on his face as the object it was to her, giggling and making herself comfortable atop his inflated clown head.
“Giggles, you make a lovely couch cushion,” she said, as if talking to a live person.
“I want to sit on him,” he heard another girl say. His chest and stomach flattened down under the weight of one of the guests. He didn’t know which one.
“Me, too,” said another, and his clown legs squashed down under her weight, concentrated into her sexy butt.
“He’s fun to sit on, isn’t he,” said Jenna. “…kinda squishy.
All the girls at the party were enjoying the idea of sitting on an inflated clown. He was an object to them, though they enjoyed talking to him and about him as if her were a real person.
“How do you like my butt on your face, Giggles,” said Samantha. She lifted up a short distance and then plopped back down on him several times. “Am I hurting you?” she said, coyly. She settled back and crossed her legs. Then Samantha said something that really got him thinking. “You should make your roommate, Mark, lie down on the couch and sit on him like this,” she suggested.
“Are you serious?” asked Jenna. “If that were Mark lying on the couch would you really sit on his face?”
“Sure,” said Samantha. “But I’d crush him if I sat on him like this… I’d also smother him. He wouldn’t be able to breathe.”
“Interesting,” said Lisa.
Interesting, indeed,” thought Mark. He wished he’d known of her desire to facesit before this transformation.
“Hmmm,” said Lisa. “We can pretend Giggles is Mark.”
“Oh, fun!” exclaimed someone. “Let’s do.” Mark felt Samantha’s butt being tugged at as if by an outside force. “Get up, Samantha. I get to sit on Mark’s face.” The voice sounded familiar. As soon as Samantha had risen from his face, Mark looked up at Maria. She was standing next to the couch, smiling down at him. His vinyl hard on heated up even more. Maria was wearing a white mini-skirt and pink blouse that accentuated her darkish skin tone. Her jet black hair hung down as she towered over him.
“I’m going to sit right on your face, Mark,” she told him—still pretending the vinyl clown was him, yet, ironically, not knowing it actually was him. She pulled the thin white fabric of her skirt close to her. Her knees bent and she lowered her perfect butt to his face, allowing her weight to crush his head into the couch. Maria sat on his face a few moments and then lifted up a short distance. “Do you like my bottom, Mark?” she said. “Here…” she said, flipping her skirt over his face. “Have a closer look.” She lowered her panty clad ass until it was a mere few inches from his face, wiggled it a few times, and then sat back down heavily on his face. His red clown nose squeaked as Maria settled down on him. Sexual excitement flowed through him in torrents. At this moment, he was the chair he’d watched Maria sit on, hopelessly imagining what if would feel like. He had transcended the boundary between object and human. As an object, a lifeless clown, Maria gladly sat on his face.
“If the clown was Mark,” asked Jenna. “Would you sit on his face…I mean really?”
“Mark?” asked Maria. “You’re asking would I sit on Mark’s face? I don’t think Mark would want me to. I mean…I’m putting my whole weight on the clown. If I sat on Mark that way I’d squish him.”
“You asked me that, too,” said Samantha. “Why would you want to know?”
“Just curious,” said Lisa.
“Hmmm. I don’t know,” said Maria, considering. “ It would be fun…a human couch cushion. Would Mark let me sit on him?”
“He might,” said Lisa.
“I guess so,” said Maria. “Yes. I’d probably sit on his face…if he didn’t care if I hurt him.”
“Tie him down,” said Chelsea. “Then we could sit on him whether he liked it or not.”
“Oh, Chelsea,” said Samantha. “You are so evil.” The room filled with laughter.
“This is an interesting turn of events,” Mark thought to himself. All the girls at the party were expressing an interest in sitting on him—not as an object, but as himself, a person. These were the secret desires of a group of girls who thought themselves superior to others. As Giggles the Clown each of them sat on his face and body, but, with the exception of Jenna and Lisa, none of them knew of his transformed state. He was an inanimate object to them. They couldn’t dominate an inanimate object. They could only dominate a live person, and domination seemed to be what they desired most.
Maria got up from his face. A girl with chestnut brown hair, black spandex hugging the curves of her body gazed down at him. She turned around and Mark stared up at the firm butt cheeks hovering above him.
“Would you do that, Chelsea?” asked Jenna, curiously. “Would you tie Mark down to the couch and sit on him?”
“Of course,” answered Chelsea. “If that were Mark down there instead of a silly clown I’d sit right on his face…like this…” She cast a furtive glance down at him. Her knees bent, and she dropped her butt to his vinyl head.
“You’d hurt him,” said Samantha, chuckling.
“I don’t care,” He heard Chelsea’s reply from beneath her dominating ass. “If Mark was here to be sat on like a couch cushion, I’d sit on his face with my whole weight.”
“I don’t think that Mark would let us treat him like a couch cushion,” said a sweet voice.
“Oh…I don’t know…” said Lisa. “Mark is pretty weird. He just might.” She whispered something in Jenna’s ear and they both chuckled.
Chelsea got up off his face. A petite and pretty blonde, a cheerleader type girl stood next to the couch. “Sit on his face, Amber,” said Chelsea to the shorter girl.
“Sure,” said the cheerleader type standing next to the couch, her mini-skirt revealing firm thighs. “I can sit on this dumb clown, because I don’t have to worry about hurting him.” Her skirt was over his face, and her rounded butt, barely covered with pink panty material, connected with his head, crushing it down with a squeak. She crossed her legs and made herself comfortable atop him. “If I sat on your roommate,” she remarked to Jenna and Lisa, “I’d crush him,” she giggled.
“Maybe Mark wants to be crushed,” said Jenna. “Maybe he wants to be smothered,” added Lisa.
“Well, he certainly would be crushed and smothered if I sat on his face,” said the sweet voiced girl. “Why would he want my smelly butt all over his face?”
“Who knows,” answered Jenna.
“Hmmm,” said the petite girl atop his air filled head. “I suppose if he didn’t mind getting sat on… I’d sit on his face.”
“Let’s do it!” said Michelle, excitedly. The shorter girl got up from his face and Michelle sat down on it. “Let’s sit on Mark. Let’s use him like a couch cushion. When will he be back?”
“Good question,” said Lisa. “We’re not sure.” Mark heard her whispering something—probably to Jenna. “Is that what everyone wants?” she asked the guests. “Does everyone want to sit on Mark?”
There seemed to be unanimous approval in the group—not knowing they had already sat on him, but not as a person.
Music cranked up louder. The girls drank and danced, often dancing near the couch, their sexy behinds waving above his face. They sat down heavily on his body and face. And, most surprisingly, they expressed the wish that the inflated vinyl clown that lay crushed under them was really Mark.
The End
Sitting on Giggles—Part 4 “The Surprise.”
Driving home after his last college class, Mark searched his mind for a reason the girls had been acting strangely the past few days. He’d taken his place on the couch, as usual, but the girls weren’t sitting on him. They chose to sit on chairs, instead. He could only surmise that they had gotten bored of sitting on him. That would be a disappointment. He certainly hadn’t gotten tired of them doing it.
Once home, he went straight to his room and set his books down on the desk. He had plenty of studying to do. Lisa and Jenna weren’t home, yet. He wanted to finish his studies before they came home. He wanted to take his place on the couch and hope one or both of them would decide to plop their splendid bottoms on him—as they had been doing for the past month.
He opened a text book and highlighted a chapter. But he couldn’t keep his mind off the girls. What went wrong? They loved sitting on him—especially on his face. Why would they suddenly stop doing it? He gazed at a poster board on the wall. It was filled with pics of sexy girls he had fantasized sitting on him. None of the pics displayed girls actually sitting on a man. He had posted them up long before the couch cushion contract between himself and his lovely female roommates. And he hadn’t wanted them checking out his room. His eyes slowly roamed about the board. Something seemed wrong. Something about the board seemed to be missing, but his mind couldn’t quite fill in the blank. His subconscious mind was telling him something was amiss. What was it? It was then that he noticed something that further mystified him. He had posted a photo of himself standing next to his brother, but his own image was missing. Someone had cut it away from the photo. It had to have been one of the girls. But why? Neither of them were the slightest bit interested in him as a person. Why would they want a photo of him? He stared at the rectangular space where his likeness used to be.
He wandered back to the living room, his eyes glazed with curiosity. He glanced about the room to see if anything else was missing. At first, everything in the room seemed the same as usual. After a few moments it dawned on him. Giggles. Giggles, the life sized inflated vinyl clown wasn’t standing in the usual corner. Frantically, he searched the apartment. Giggles was no where to be found. Now he was really confused. Had the girls also taken Giggles along with a photo of him? If they had, for what possible reason would they do something like that?
He lay on the couch and tried to relax, but unanswered questions tumbled his mind. What the hell would they want with Giggles? Giggles was the inflated clown that had allowed him, with hypnosis, to bring out a natural dominate attitude in the girls. And the photo… He doubted they wanted to show his pic to their snobbish girl friends.
After a lengthy period of mental torment, he fell asleep for awhile. He awakened slowly. As he gradually regained awareness he realized he was peering through what seemed to be clear plastic goggles of some kind. His entire body felt light, as if it were filled with air. He tried to move his head. He couldn’t. He attempted to move his arms. He couldn’t. He was paralyzed, he thought! Panic flowed through him. He thought he must have had a stroke. But then he realized something was even more wrong with his body. He wasn’t even breathing! “Oh, Jeez!” he thought. “What happened to me!” He had an internal dialogue but couldn’t speak. He could feel every part of his body, but he couldn’t move anything but his eyes, behind those window- like goggles. He looked to the downward edge of the goggles and saw what looked like a big, red ball. The ball was right where his nose should have been. Moreover, his mouth was frozen into a wide, silly smile. He gazed around the red ball and, instead of the shirt and blue jeans he’d been wearing, he was dressed in some kind of colorful spotted material. He also noted that his penis was extended. He was lying there in a state of perpetual sexual excitement.
He heard the front door open and the sound of girlish laughter and footsteps. Jenna and Lisa entered his field of vision. They were laughing hysterically and pointing at him.
“Marky…Marky!” laughed Jenna. “What happened to you?” she said, coyly.
“It worked!” chirped Lisa. “It actually worked.”
“What worked,” thought Mark. “What had they done to him?”
Both girls were wearing mini-skirts. Lisa sat down on his chest. He could feel her butt press into him, but no air whooshed out. She crossed her sexy legs and smiled down at him. “It all started when Jenna and I noticed we weren’t craving cigarettes anymore,” she explained to Mark. “Then I started getting flash backs. I remember looking down at you and seeing you, Mark, but, it was like pretending you were Giggles, yet it seemed perfectly natural to view you as Giggles and treat you as Giggles.”
“You hypnotized us, didn’t you, Mark,” said Jenna. “You hypnotized us into sitting on you?” Her voice was filled with anger.
“We know you can’t speak,” said Lisa. “So I’ll do the talking,” she continued, shifting her butt around on his chest, making herself comfortable atop his motionless body. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, said Lisa. “…to be sat on.” Her butt remained firmly planted on his chest and she fidgeted her legs. “And that’s what you’re going to get,” she added. “In fact, that’s all you’re going to get…sat on. Since you’re not a real person anymore, Jenna and I can sit on you as much and as long as we want.”
“There’s this strange girl in one of my classes,” said Jenna. “Kanya practices black magic. We told her what happened. She said you should pay a price for manipulating us. She told us she could turn you into Giggles if we provided a photo of you and brought her Giggles.”
“It was so cool!” exclaimed Lisa. “Kanya put Giggles on the floor and surrounded him with candles. Then she placed the photo of you on Giggles and chanted some weird stuff. Giggles disappeared right from the room. She told us we’d find him back home, but you would be inside him.”
“You’re Giggles,” laughed Jenna. “You’re nothing but an inflated clown, now, and I’m going to sit on your face.”
Mark watched as Jenna turned around. She flipped her mini-skirt over his head and began to sit down. She wiggled her butt, teasingly, over his face and then let it drop down to his face, covering it beneath smelly panties and hot, tanned flesh. As Jenna settled her weight on him, he felt his head mash into the couch with a squeaky sound like a balloon being pressed on. His red clown nose squished under her ass. He didn’t feel the usual panic for air as he had when she’d sat on his face, before. He didn’t feel deprived of air because he wasn’t breathing to begin with. He felt his cock tingle with the excitement of the two girls sitting on him. He felt a soft hand over the tent he’d made with his boner.
“Kanya said that would happen,” laughed Lisa. “Mark…I mean…Giggles, you have a permanent boner you can’t release.” Within the confines of his crushing darkness, Mark heard their evil laughter. Jenna crossed her legs and he could use one of his clown eyes to peer under an elevated tanned thigh to where it met with the upper part of her other thigh. He had always loved that view. Jenna had the loveliest legs. He seemed to have all of his senses. He could see, he could hear, and he could smell the earthy aroma of her butt mashed down on his vinyl face and the scent of her warm flesh. The strangest thing that was missing was the usual panic of being smothered under her. He wasn’t breathing and realized Jenna could sit on his face like that for hours if she wished. As if reading his mind, Jenna said: “Lisa and I have always hated that contract we had to sign. Three minutes at a time on your face…just when we get comfortable we had to get up. This is great. I can sit on your face like this as long as I want.”
Jenna and Lisa continued to sit on him as they discussed the possibilities of the new turn of events. “We could invite some friends over—a girls only party—said Jenna. “We’ll just leave Giggles on the couch and tell them we’re using him for a couch cushion,” she continued. “I’m sure they’ll sit on him and not even know they’re actually sitting on Mark.”
“Cool!” agreed Lisa. “He’ll have all kinds of butts on him. It’ll be our secret.”
Mark liked the idea of a variety of girls sitting on him without knowing he’s a person—at least, he used to be a person. He didn’t know what he was now…half person, half vinyl clown. He didn’t know if it was a permanent transformation or what. As much as he loved getting sat on by sexy women he really didn’t want to spend the rest of his life like this. He wished he could speak to them, but he couldn’t. His mouth was frozen into the silly grin that belonged to Giggles. He felt completely helpless, an air-filled object that squeaked every time one of the girls sat down on him.
Lisa and Jenna loved his transformation into Giggles the Clown. They spent the rest of the day sitting all over him, taking turns sitting on his face. But now they weren’t restricted to a one minute facesitting. Mark spent an hour or more at a time in the heavy darkness beneath Lisa or Jenna’s butt. Each time one of them sat down on his chest or face, he could feel their weight and the twin globes of their bottoms pressing him deeper into the couch. He loved the time between facesits, when one of them removed her ass from his face, allowing him to stare up at the ceiling in anticipation of who was going to sit on him next. He watched through his peripheral vision as one of them loomed into view, standing over him with an indifferent expression on her beautiful face, the same emotionless gaze down at him she would give to any object she intended to sit on. Though they knew there was a person imprisoned inside the life sized clown on the couch, they treated him as if he wasn’t there. They sat on him as they read, watched Television, and just chatted excitedly about the party they were planning. Mark was now, for all practical purposes, a couch cushion.
The girls rattled off names of their friends they would invite to the party. Their friends, like them, were all the most popular girls in school, beautiful, sexy…all with splendid fannies and legs. He’d seen them all around campus and had fantasized each of them sitting on his face. As Jenna and Lisa sat on his face and body they mentioned names like: Amber, Tiffany, Amanda, and Samantha, all of them beautiful with sexy butts. They went on to mention Chelsea and Maria. The mention of Maria especially tingled his groin. She was an Italian girl he’d seen around campus. He’d often noted to himself that Italian girls seemed to have the sexiest butts around, butts that were firm and curved outwards at just the right angle—not narrow asses, just the right width to dominate what ever lucky object, chair or couch, they decided to sit on. If his evil roommates kept the dark secret, Maria and the other girls would be lowering their butts to his face and body with the complete abandon for a non-human, dominated object. Whenever Mark saw any of those girls sit down on a chair or couch he fantasized being that object. But he never, in his wildest dreams, thought he would get to actually experience his fantasies in real life. His sexy roommates, along with the mysterious Kanya, had removed any perception of him as a human being. He would be, to their friends, a lifeless clown, an object that can be sat on.
Jenna and Lisa retired to their bedrooms for the night. They shut off the lights. Leaving him lying on the couch, motionless, unable to move, trapped inside an inflated clowns’ body with only his imagination and thoughts to remind him he was still human. The transformation into a vinyl clown was scary. If he remained in this altered state he would have to abandon any semblance of his previous life. He wouldn’t be able to finish college. He wouldn’t be able to have a career, go to ball games, movies or do anything a human being takes for granted. If the girls left him lying on the couch as they intended, the only thing he had to look forward to was the next exciting females butt crushing down on him as she made herself comfortable atop him. So this is what it’s like being a couch cushion, thought Mark as he stared up at the shadowy ceiling.
The night of the party Mark gazed through his peripheral vision as a group of girls filed into the apartment. Some of them wore tight blue jeans, others had on mini-skirts. Lisa and Jenna offered them beers and the apartment was filled with excited talk and laughter. It didn’t take long for them to notice his presence on the couch.
“Oh, what a cute clown,” said Samantha, a strikingly sexy blonde girl.
“Yes,” replied Lisa. “He belongs to Mark, our roommate. His name is Giggles. We’ve been using him as a couch cushion.”
“A couch cushion,” laughed Samantha. “How funny. Does Mark know you’re doing this?” Then she added: “Where is Mark, anyway?”
“Oh… Mark went away for awhile,” offered Lisa.
“But sometimes it feels like he’s still here,” said Jenna. Lisa put her finger to her lips and whispered something in her ear.
“So, what do you do with Giggles?” asked Samantha. “…just sit on him?” Mark watched as Samantha approached the couch. She was wearing a mini-skirt. She looked down at him in the special, unconcerned way a female looks at an object that can be sat on without regard for hurting or smothering it.
“Sit on his face,” said Jenna, grinning.
“Sure. Why not,” replied Samantha, playing with the hem of her skirt, revealing more of her long golden legs. “Poor Giggles,” she said, coyly. “You have to just lie there and let me sit on your face.” She turned and Mark looked beneath her skirt to the magnificent panty clad butt towering above him. She kept her legs together, forming her butt into a round, overwhelming sphere of female flesh and thin panty material as she lowered it to his face. His head crushed down with the familiar squeak of woman’s weight to vulnerable vinyl as she sat down on his upturned face. Samantha had sat on his face as the object it was to her, giggling and making herself comfortable atop his inflated clown head.
“Giggles, you make a lovely couch cushion,” she said, as if talking to a live person.
“I want to sit on him,” he heard another girl say. His chest and stomach flattened down under the weight of one of the guests. He didn’t know which one.
“Me, too,” said another, and his clown legs squashed down under her weight, concentrated into her sexy butt.
“He’s fun to sit on, isn’t he,” said Jenna. “…kinda squishy.
All the girls at the party were enjoying the idea of sitting on an inflated clown. He was an object to them, though they enjoyed talking to him and about him as if her were a real person.
“How do you like my butt on your face, Giggles,” said Samantha. She lifted up a short distance and then plopped back down on him several times. “Am I hurting you?” she said, coyly. She settled back and crossed her legs. Then Samantha said something that really got him thinking. “You should make your roommate, Mark, lie down on the couch and sit on him like this,” she suggested.
“Are you serious?” asked Jenna. “If that were Mark lying on the couch would you really sit on his face?”
“Sure,” said Samantha. “But I’d crush him if I sat on him like this… I’d also smother him. He wouldn’t be able to breathe.”
“Interesting,” said Lisa.
Interesting, indeed,” thought Mark. He wished he’d known of her desire to facesit before this transformation.
“Hmmm,” said Lisa. “We can pretend Giggles is Mark.”
“Oh, fun!” exclaimed someone. “Let’s do.” Mark felt Samantha’s butt being tugged at as if by an outside force. “Get up, Samantha. I get to sit on Mark’s face.” The voice sounded familiar. As soon as Samantha had risen from his face, Mark looked up at Maria. She was standing next to the couch, smiling down at him. His vinyl hard on heated up even more. Maria was wearing a white mini-skirt and pink blouse that accentuated her darkish skin tone. Her jet black hair hung down as she towered over him.
“I’m going to sit right on your face, Mark,” she told him—still pretending the vinyl clown was him, yet, ironically, not knowing it actually was him. She pulled the thin white fabric of her skirt close to her. Her knees bent and she lowered her perfect butt to his face, allowing her weight to crush his head into the couch. Maria sat on his face a few moments and then lifted up a short distance. “Do you like my bottom, Mark?” she said. “Here…” she said, flipping her skirt over his face. “Have a closer look.” She lowered her panty clad ass until it was a mere few inches from his face, wiggled it a few times, and then sat back down heavily on his face. His red clown nose squeaked as Maria settled down on him. Sexual excitement flowed through him in torrents. At this moment, he was the chair he’d watched Maria sit on, hopelessly imagining what if would feel like. He had transcended the boundary between object and human. As an object, a lifeless clown, Maria gladly sat on his face.
“If the clown was Mark,” asked Jenna. “Would you sit on his face…I mean really?”
“Mark?” asked Maria. “You’re asking would I sit on Mark’s face? I don’t think Mark would want me to. I mean…I’m putting my whole weight on the clown. If I sat on Mark that way I’d squish him.”
“You asked me that, too,” said Samantha. “Why would you want to know?”
“Just curious,” said Lisa.
“Hmmm. I don’t know,” said Maria, considering. “ It would be fun…a human couch cushion. Would Mark let me sit on him?”
“He might,” said Lisa.
“I guess so,” said Maria. “Yes. I’d probably sit on his face…if he didn’t care if I hurt him.”
“Tie him down,” said Chelsea. “Then we could sit on him whether he liked it or not.”
“Oh, Chelsea,” said Samantha. “You are so evil.” The room filled with laughter.
“This is an interesting turn of events,” Mark thought to himself. All the girls at the party were expressing an interest in sitting on him—not as an object, but as himself, a person. These were the secret desires of a group of girls who thought themselves superior to others. As Giggles the Clown each of them sat on his face and body, but, with the exception of Jenna and Lisa, none of them knew of his transformed state. He was an inanimate object to them. They couldn’t dominate an inanimate object. They could only dominate a live person, and domination seemed to be what they desired most.
Maria got up from his face. A girl with chestnut brown hair, black spandex hugging the curves of her body gazed down at him. She turned around and Mark stared up at the firm butt cheeks hovering above him.
“Would you do that, Chelsea?” asked Jenna, curiously. “Would you tie Mark down to the couch and sit on him?”
“Of course,” answered Chelsea. “If that were Mark down there instead of a silly clown I’d sit right on his face…like this…” She cast a furtive glance down at him. Her knees bent, and she dropped her butt to his vinyl head.
“You’d hurt him,” said Samantha, chuckling.
“I don’t care,” He heard Chelsea’s reply from beneath her dominating ass. “If Mark was here to be sat on like a couch cushion, I’d sit on his face with my whole weight.”
“I don’t think that Mark would let us treat him like a couch cushion,” said a sweet voice.
“Oh…I don’t know…” said Lisa. “Mark is pretty weird. He just might.” She whispered something in Jenna’s ear and they both chuckled.
Chelsea got up off his face. A petite and pretty blonde, a cheerleader type girl stood next to the couch. “Sit on his face, Amber,” said Chelsea to the shorter girl.
“Sure,” said the cheerleader type standing next to the couch, her mini-skirt revealing firm thighs. “I can sit on this dumb clown, because I don’t have to worry about hurting him.” Her skirt was over his face, and her rounded butt, barely covered with pink panty material, connected with his head, crushing it down with a squeak. She crossed her legs and made herself comfortable atop him. “If I sat on your roommate,” she remarked to Jenna and Lisa, “I’d crush him,” she giggled.
“Maybe Mark wants to be crushed,” said Jenna. “Maybe he wants to be smothered,” added Lisa.
“Well, he certainly would be crushed and smothered if I sat on his face,” said the sweet voiced girl. “Why would he want my smelly butt all over his face?”
“Who knows,” answered Jenna.
“Hmmm,” said the petite girl atop his air filled head. “I suppose if he didn’t mind getting sat on… I’d sit on his face.”
“Let’s do it!” said Michelle, excitedly. The shorter girl got up from his face and Michelle sat down on it. “Let’s sit on Mark. Let’s use him like a couch cushion. When will he be back?”
“Good question,” said Lisa. “We’re not sure.” Mark heard her whispering something—probably to Jenna. “Is that what everyone wants?” she asked the guests. “Does everyone want to sit on Mark?”
There seemed to be unanimous approval in the group—not knowing they had already sat on him, but not as a person.
Music cranked up louder. The girls drank and danced, often dancing near the couch, their sexy behinds waving above his face. They sat down heavily on his body and face. And, most surprisingly, they expressed the wish that the inflated vinyl clown that lay crushed under them was really Mark.
The End