Time passes, not that you are aware of it.
Only when Veruca speaks are you aware of any change between one moment and the last. You are fully aware of the fact that she is sitting on you, you can not escape the feeling of intense pressure bearing down on your tiny body under her butt cheeks. Her presence upon her seat, upon you is far greater then anything you had ever endured before or even imagined. It is almost impossible to describe what is the force of nature that is bearing down entirely upon you. You can't undertstand how you could possibly still be alive, and in many ways you wish you weren't. You wouldn't be surprised to discover that you had died and gone to Hell, that would possibly explain the immense turture you are being forced to endure by means of her backside; not to mention that her body heat, from your perspective was considerable.
Veruca did not move, she simply continued to sit on you and she was loving every moment of it. She had said she would sit on you until she got bored but she wasn't sure that would ever happen, she was enjoying herself too much. She had made many demands of those around her in her time, been given everything she ever wanted although most of her demands were just whims and she lost interest in them as soon as they came into her possession; not you though. She had you in her thrall, you were hers and she you were right where she wanted you. Being the spoiled brat that she was, Veruca saught power over everything and everyone, she would not be denied anything for she would take whatever she wanted. You were the symbol of her power now, over you she had ultimate control for you could do nothing but remain where you were, a cushion for her to sit upon and you were incapable of being anything else. Every moment she spent sitting on you, she felt you under her but and she loved it. You were her seat, and her seat you would reamin.
Whilst she sat she thought of other people she had met, such as that go-gooder Charlie whom she dispised. It would have been poetic justice if it had been that Charlie who had shrunk, and who would now be living under her butt. In fact he was such a scrawny little shrimp she probably didn't need to even shrink him at all in order to dominate him, if only she had managed to get his meddlesome grandfather out of the way. She didn't have Charlie though, but she did have you and you would suit her just fine.
If anyone entered the room just then they would simply see a girl sat on her chair, for you were completely hidden beneath her. From your perspective though, her body not only surrounded but actually enveloped you. You had become her seat.
She had said she would see if you would survive under her butt, but she really hoped you were still alive and that the matter of your continued survival would not even be a question. Now and again she would grind on you for a time in order to cause you to cry out or make at laeast some sound that would assure you that you were still around. A living butt cushion was after all far more fun than a dead one who would never again feel her sitting on it. She fully intendd to keep you alive for she wanted your torment to go on for a long time, a very long time.
And for a very long time she did continue to sit on you, for hour upon hour you remained exactly where you were, not that you were aware of those hours, not that you could think of anything but the imemensity of the girl herself. This suited her, for it fitted in perfectly with her plans.
When, many hours later she did get up and looked down at you
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