The box you were in rumbled roughly as it was picked up, knocking you forward into the wall with a soft thump. You would think Anna would handle your box more carefully; she knew you were inside. There was a clean snip as she removed the tape, and light filtered to you for the first time in a while.
So it was a great surprise to see two large, emerald-green eyes looking at you. Their owner's round face was framed by a thick mane of curly red hair. She was wearing a black shirt that hung low on her chest, exposing a generous amount of milky-white cleavage. She looked…familiar somehow? You couldn’t quite place it but you were sure you’d seen her before. The mysterious woman only looked at you for a second, and then a sinister grin lifted up her lips. You were too shocked at the fact that this wasn’t your girlfriend to notice. Had you been delivered to the wrong house? It was hard to tell; you’d facetimed with Anna plenty, but didn’t exactly have a great view into the house.
“Hello Tony.”
How did she know your name? There wasn’t much time for that thought, because she immediately started moving. You were brought in and the door closed. The stranger jostled you up and down as she began walking through the house. The scenery around you did look familiar. This was definitely Anna’s place. That helped you calm down. you were in the right place at least. You looked up to the woman carrying you, studying her quickly. She matched Anna’s description of her roommate, which made sense. You wanted to demand to be taken to your girlfriend, but decided patience and diplomacy were the superior option.
“Umm…Hello. Who are you?”
She looked down at you, smile growing wider.
“How rude of me; I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Paige, Anna’s roommate.”
Okay. You must have just arrived when Anna wasn’t around then. Still, something seemed strange to you. Anna had never shown her roommate in any of your calls, but still Paige looked familiar to you. Why?
Paige turned a knob and walked into a dark room, cloaking you both in shadow. She quashed the hope that the inky blackness covered from your face.
“Fair warning. I have no plans of taking you to her.”
Her grip tightened around you, crushing you and rendering you unable to speak. She flipped the light on, illuminating what was must be her bedroom. There was a made bed in the corner. Across from it stood her desk, which had a lot of various technology lying on it. There were cameras, ring-lights, a pretty hefty computer, two huge monitors, the works. A pink and black gaming chair stood in front of it.
“You see. Your girlfriend and I, we don’t really get along. A few weeks ago, she broke an expensive new mouse I bought by sitting on it. Her fat ass flattened it completely and I had to order another one. She refused to pay for it and even had the nerve to tell me it was my fault for leaving my package lying around. It was on the fucking counter Anna; why are you even putting your butt there in the first place?.”
Her smile was gone now. She’d worked herself into a rage. Uh oh. She was holding you even tighter now, making you even more uncomfortable. Your ribs were sore and you desperately wanted a breath. Paige took a few steps toward the desk
“I talked to my chat about it and they said I should do the same the next time she left a package anywhere. I eavesdropped on one of your calls, and when I heard her next package would be you, I knew I could really get under her skin.”
That first sentence brought everything together. This was a streamer you had seen before. She chucked you into the air, hurtling you over the back of the chair. Her accuracy was perfect. You landed directly on the cushion with a loud splat! The sudden landing knocked the wind out of you, and the previous few minutes you’d spent being squeezed in Paige’s suffocating grip didn’t help. You were still recovering as Paige was pushing the chair back. She was standing with her back to you. Her tight gray yoga pants took up almost your entire vision, being stretched to their limits by a well-toned ass, and she was planning on smushing you with it! You wanted to crawl away, but you were still trying to catch your breath from earlier.
“We’re going to film a little video.
The lens of Paige’s phone camera peeked over her shoulder, pointing down her back directly at you. She started speaking excitedly to it, addressing a fanbase who would get to see you crushed by their favorite streamer’s big booty.
“Hey guys! ItzzPaige here! Remember when I told you about my roommate sitting on my package a few weeks ago and destroying it? Your advice to me was to return the favor the next time she got a package. Well guess what, her next package was her tiny boyfriend! He shrunk and then mailed himself to her. Do you guys know how illegal that is? Well, here I go!”
Paige came down slowly, making a big show of sitting on you for the camera. Her cheeks spreading as she sat caused stretch lines to form across her pants. The cleft of her ass was directly over you, and coming closer. When she was just an inch away, she brought her camera down to really get a good angle.
And then there was complete and utter darkness. Paige landed on top of you, enjoying the satisfying plop sound her ass made against the chair. The good news was that you were centered in her crack and didn’t have to take her full weight. The bad news was that her cheeks were now giving you a hug, and your nose was being barraged with the earthy musky smell radiating from her ass. She wiggled her butt onto you, smearing you across her crack and really rubbing your face between her cheeks.
You heard Paige playing back the video. She giggled at the scene of you completely disappearing under her big butt. She put her phone down and logged into her computer, preparing to download the file and start editing it.
“The first take was perfect Tony. Now it’s time to get this social-media ready; it’s gonna be great for engagement. I know all the people telling me to crush Anna’s package with my butt were all perverts who just wanted an up-close look.”
She wiggled again, causing the feminine flesh encasing you to jiggle slightly.
“But they’re the ones donating, and it’s just barely not against TOS, so everybody wins. I’m going to edit this, and you just keep doing what you’re doing. You’re a great little cushion. I think we’ll make this a permanent arrangement for my streams.”
Paige put extra effort into editing the video. She included her rant to chat, highlighted a few of the suggestions and added that to her newly-filmed content. Overall, the process took over an hour. An hour you spent face-first against the seat of her yoga pants.
Just as everything was posted, tagged, and closed, Paige got a knock on her door. She grinned, having a good idea of who it was and what she wanted.
“Come in,” she barked with an annoyance she didn’t truly feel. The door creaked open and the familiar voice of your girlfriend entered the room.
“Hey Paige. Do you know if a package arrived for me?”
“No. I’ve been at my computer all day.
Anna was right here in the room with you! You had to get her attention.
“MMPHHH!!”
Paige jumped slightly at your sudden outburst. The weight on you felt like it doubled as she tried to silence the pleas coming from her ass.
“What was that?” Anna confirmed that she heard you. Yes!
“It’s just my squeaky chair. See?”
Paige rocked back and forth, indeed causing a squeak in her chair. But it didn’t sound like your desperate call. You tried again.
“MMPPPHHH!”
What happens next?
1) Anna’s not convinced. After a brief conflict, she finds you buried under Paige’s butt.
2) Anna believes her. Paige gets ready to start up her stream. She lets chat decide what she's going to do with you, as long as it's not going to get her banned. (I'm assuming Twitch rules here, where basically anything is allowed as long as you have clothes on. :P)
3) Anna believes her. Paige locks her door and gets ready to have fun with you, really enjoying the fact that your girlfriend is just a few doors away.