You watch in stock as edward walks back in with a glass of orange juice and a bagel spread with cream cheese, not bothering with a plate. You're so entranced with his massive, well-built body as it seems to move so elegantly for something so huge, that you failed to notice where he was headed. As Edward turned his back to you and began to sit, casting you in deep shadow, you finally realize the situation that you're in and you're impeding Danger.
You panic, trying to decide which direction to run and ultimately wind up freezing up and just stare at the bulging cheeks clad in a skin tight layer of very worn out cloth. The massive being that was edward crashed down on top of you, smashing you flat into the seat cushion, sealing everything in hot, sweaty Darkness.
You Wind-up wedge in his crack, the fabric of his old boxers conforming to your body and allowing you to get slightly wedgied into the only semi open space. Though you thought Edward looked amazing, his smell was anything but. The odor invading your senses was horrifying, granted it might have a little to do with how old the boxers were, but the stench still originated from him.
The smell was bad enough, but then there was the weight! It's funny that edward had such a godlike body, because now you felt like atlas with the weight of the world on top of you. Even with you being in the small space between his butt cheeks, you were surprised to still be alive. Apparently whatever caused you to shrink made you a lot more durable; you still felt plenty of pain though.
Edward shifted in his seat and leaned back more comfortably, you were squashed and ground; partially between his meaty cheeks, and partially against the chafing sofa cushion. The increasing levels of sweat helped very little, and were literally rubbing salt into your stinging skin.
Then you faintly hear parker come in and say good morning to Edward, his voice muffled and barely legible through all the layers of fat and muscle currently bearing down on you. You hear the to joke and flirt, talking about their night together. And then you hear something that chills you to the Bone in this humid prison, edward says, “hey babe, why don't you come sit on my lap and help me finish this bagel?”
You try to scream in protest and only succeed in getting a mouthful of dirty underwear. Struggling was out of the question, everything around you was so tight you'd be lucky to move your pinky. Edward shifted forward and Back Again as he caught Parker's hand and dragged him down, dragging you across the sofa cushion in the process since you'd become all but glued to the back of his boxers.
The weight of two immense beings was unimaginable. Forget having the world on top of you, this felt like an entire galaxy! Surprisingly, even as all the air is forced out of your lungs, you remained conscious and mostly alert. You may have been dazed from all the intense and all consuming pain of being crushed under two giants, but you were still alive and aware of what was happening. It seems the shrinking once you to experience all of this fully, no escaping through death or unconsciousness.
As the happy couple shared breakfast and watch the news, which soon turned into a comedy movie afterwards, you remained in absolute agony. Even without breathing you were still somehow able to smell the foul odor of Edwards crack and dirty old boxers. You are soaked in sweat from both you and the giant unknowingly crushing you. And you were completely and utterly immobilized under the decimating weight relentlessly bearing down on you.
Things could not possibly get any worse... Or could they?
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