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04-13-2007, 3:00 AM
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Rex stood dumbfounded, staring at the sight before him. Sitting, quite relaxed in his armchair, was the most giant woman he had ever seen. It was a very broad armchair, and could seat Rex and Olivia together quite comfortably. The woman took up the whole chair completely, her huge hips squashing the cushions at either side. She had her thighs closed together, and there was almost no sign of Olivia at all under that giant bottom or huge legs. Had Olivia not been kicking desperately, you would not have known she was there. Rex couldn’t imagine how she could possibly be breathing, wedged and fastened so deeply inside that immense bottom.
“What are you staring at?” snarled the amazon. “Get me a vodka!”. Rex suddenly remembered where he was. “Yes, of course” he said, absent mindedly as he turned around to the drinks cabinet. He needed one himself.
The woman was interested in the power she was holding over Rex. Her complete domination of Olivia was obvious – she had fastened the tiny woman inside her disgustingly sweaty, oily behind. She was used to dominating men, sitting on them, crushing them, just as she was doing to this man’s wife right now. She hardly thought about how she was sitting relaxed, mercilessly pulverising such a petite woman under her. It was her domination of Rex by proxy that interested her. She was planning the whole evening, and what she could do to dominate Rex by dominating his wife. She decided that she would use her massive power and huge strength, and would demonstrate to Rex just how easily she could control, pulverise, humiliate and dominate his wife.
She stood up. Olivia was fastened so tightly in between her buttocks, wedged so deeply and held so firmly that she was dragged up too, her entire head sealed in and completely trapped. Watching Rex’s reaction, the woman started walking around the room, her immense buttocks chewing around Olivia’s head, meatily flexing and dragging her skin around. Olivia’s feet dragged on the floor – she was still kicking. The woman simply walked around the room, quite enjoying her easy domination. She walked in front of Rex then turned away from him, making sure he had a good view of her giant buttocks encased in the clear film. She stopped and bent forwards quite slowly. She knew exactly what would happen. The film tightened, her buttocks tried to squash out within it but had nowhere to go, except to squash tighter against each other. The effect was a huge multiplication of the crushing forces on Olivia’s head, now really pulverising her. As the woman leant forwards, Olivia’s mashed face was forced even deeper into that oily prison. She felt Olivia’s little button nose pressing into her crack, quite near her hole. She wiggled her bottom left to right, and jumped in the air a couple of times, the movements painfully crushing Olivia. It didn’t take long for these movements to align the tip of Olivia’s nose into the amazon’s nasty anus. She leaned further forwards, forcing Olivia’s nose deeper into the hole, and just stood there, aware that Rex was watching, speechlessly.
She gyrated gently for a few minutes. Whilst it seemed gentle to her, each millimeter of movement crushed and pulverised Olivia insanely hugely. Olivia couldn’t comprehend what was going on. She knew that unbelievably her whole head was fastened into the rear of an evil, sweaty giant woman. But it still didn’t seem possible. The crushing was unbelievable, and just seemed to become continually worse.
And then the woman stood up and walked out of the lounge. She walked to the stairs and waited for Rex to follow behind. Then she began walking up the stairs, Olivia’s legs hanging down behind, her feet banging on each step. She was effortlessly holding Olivia’s entire weight with the pressure from those immense buttocks squashed together. The pressure was huge enough that even the wet oily skin wasn’t letting her slip out.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she turned around and walked down again, and straight into the dining room. “I saw the meal your wife prepared. Perhaps you should serve it to me” she said, and then went to sit down in one of the comfortable dining room chairs. She tried to sit, but each chair had 2 armrests, and there was no way that massive bottom would ever fit. “Bring me a chair now!” she commanded Rex. He disappeared and a moment later returned with a rather heavy looking hard wooden chair. He placed it at the table, and without a thought, the woman sat heavily down on it and stretched out her legs.
Olivia was once again massively crushed, the pressure on all sides was immense and unbelievable. Rex served dinner, noting Olivia’s unceasing kicking. He really couldn’t comprehend how she could possibly breathe in there, but was relieved that she was alive. Almost an hour later dinner was finished. The woman had eaten slowly, savouring the food. Olivia was still kicking – she was not one to give up.
The woman stood up. Her bottom had begun to ache, and Olivia’s head had become uncomfortable. The room was hot, and within the cling film she had been sweating profusely. In any case she needed the toilet. She considered momentarily whether she should keep Olivia trapped for that, and make her mess inside the cling film and all over Olivia’s face – she needed more than just to pee. She considered Rex’s reaction to the cling film filling up with masses and masses of soft wet brown. The concept of doing it did not bother her in the slightest. But no, she was uncomfortable, and had another plan.
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Rex stood dumbfounded, staring at the sight before him. Sitting, quite relaxed in his armchair, was the most giant woman he had ever seen. It was a very broad armchair, and could seat Rex and Olivia together quite comfortably. The woman took up the whole chair completely, her huge hips squashing the cushions at either side. She had her thighs closed together, and there was almost no sign of Olivia at all under that giant bottom or huge legs. Had Olivia not been kicking desperately, you would not have known she was there. Rex couldn’t imagine how she could possibly be breathing, wedged and fastened so deeply inside that immense bottom.
“What are you staring at?” snarled the amazon. “Get me a vodka!”. Rex suddenly remembered where he was. “Yes, of course” he said, absent mindedly as he turned around to the drinks cabinet. He needed one himself.
The woman was interested in the power she was holding over Rex. Her complete domination of Olivia was obvious – she had fastened the tiny woman inside her disgustingly sweaty, oily behind. She was used to dominating men, sitting on them, crushing them, just as she was doing to this man’s wife right now. She hardly thought about how she was sitting relaxed, mercilessly pulverising such a petite woman under her. It was her domination of Rex by proxy that interested her. She was planning the whole evening, and what she could do to dominate Rex by dominating his wife. She decided that she would use her massive power and huge strength, and would demonstrate to Rex just how easily she could control, pulverise, humiliate and dominate his wife.
She stood up. Olivia was fastened so tightly in between her buttocks, wedged so deeply and held so firmly that she was dragged up too, her entire head sealed in and completely trapped. Watching Rex’s reaction, the woman started walking around the room, her immense buttocks chewing around Olivia’s head, meatily flexing and dragging her skin around. Olivia’s feet dragged on the floor – she was still kicking. The woman simply walked around the room, quite enjoying her easy domination. She walked in front of Rex then turned away from him, making sure he had a good view of her giant buttocks encased in the clear film. She stopped and bent forwards quite slowly. She knew exactly what would happen. The film tightened, her buttocks tried to squash out within it but had nowhere to go, except to squash tighter against each other. The effect was a huge multiplication of the crushing forces on Olivia’s head, now really pulverising her. As the woman leant forwards, Olivia’s mashed face was forced even deeper into that oily prison. She felt Olivia’s little button nose pressing into her crack, quite near her hole. She wiggled her bottom left to right, and jumped in the air a couple of times, the movements painfully crushing Olivia. It didn’t take long for these movements to align the tip of Olivia’s nose into the amazon’s nasty anus. She leaned further forwards, forcing Olivia’s nose deeper into the hole, and just stood there, aware that Rex was watching, speechlessly.
She gyrated gently for a few minutes. Whilst it seemed gentle to her, each millimeter of movement crushed and pulverised Olivia insanely hugely. Olivia couldn’t comprehend what was going on. She knew that unbelievably her whole head was fastened into the rear of an evil, sweaty giant woman. But it still didn’t seem possible. The crushing was unbelievable, and just seemed to become continually worse.
And then the woman stood up and walked out of the lounge. She walked to the stairs and waited for Rex to follow behind. Then she began walking up the stairs, Olivia’s legs hanging down behind, her feet banging on each step. She was effortlessly holding Olivia’s entire weight with the pressure from those immense buttocks squashed together. The pressure was huge enough that even the wet oily skin wasn’t letting her slip out.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she turned around and walked down again, and straight into the dining room. “I saw the meal your wife prepared. Perhaps you should serve it to me” she said, and then went to sit down in one of the comfortable dining room chairs. She tried to sit, but each chair had 2 armrests, and there was no way that massive bottom would ever fit. “Bring me a chair now!” she commanded Rex. He disappeared and a moment later returned with a rather heavy looking hard wooden chair. He placed it at the table, and without a thought, the woman sat heavily down on it and stretched out her legs.
Olivia was once again massively crushed, the pressure on all sides was immense and unbelievable. Rex served dinner, noting Olivia’s unceasing kicking. He really couldn’t comprehend how she could possibly breathe in there, but was relieved that she was alive. Almost an hour later dinner was finished. The woman had eaten slowly, savouring the food. Olivia was still kicking – she was not one to give up.
The woman stood up. Her bottom had begun to ache, and Olivia’s head had become uncomfortable. The room was hot, and within the cling film she had been sweating profusely. In any case she needed the toilet. She considered momentarily whether she should keep Olivia trapped for that, and make her mess inside the cling film and all over Olivia’s face – she needed more than just to pee. She considered Rex’s reaction to the cling film filling up with masses and masses of soft wet brown. The concept of doing it did not bother her in the slightest. But no, she was uncomfortable, and had another plan.